(Untitled)

[homely_illiad]

 Week Name/Date/Time: 'Something's Missing Here' / Saturday, September 15 2006 / 4:56 PM
Location: Library
Open To: Andy
Currently Involving: Illiad

He didn't need the library. Not today. But this was where he met them-- the ones he paid to spy for him. They were always so helpful, young, bright faced, willing to share the darkest secrets of their

Comments

[homely_illiad]

Illiad's eyes seemed to glow. "Hawkins. Please, you know my name," he said, still calm and almost sweet. "I do hate being called that dreadful surname. Makes people think I'm actually like the other Hawkins'. Like that bitch of a cousin of mine, Louvika. Can't have people thinking we're too much alike, can we?" he asked, elongating his drawl whenever he could. Truth be told, while he didn't always care for his family, he also didn't always mind being related to them. They had decent reputations in the wizarding world, even if their blood sometimes got a little diluted. But that was something Illiad seldom cared for, unless one of his housemates was listening in.

"Speaking of being alike... I'd like to ask you what makes you think that this isn't my business?" he asked, and now his tone had gone cold and the smirk was gone from his eyes.

"What you were doing in the trophy room with Brinley Watson, during your detention, that is," his eyes narrowed, almost as if he couldn't help it. His voice turned quickly to an excited hiss, an angry hiss as if he was losing control. "And don't play the fool and say you don't know what I'm talking about. You're already a fool, you don't need to act the part!" His upper lip twitched and his eyes narrowed into slits.

"You'll get off far easier with me if you're honest. And quick."

[andyfraz]

"Your cousin has more balls than you, Hawkins " Andy snarled, deliberately reusing his surname. "You'd be lucky to be even half the person she is."

He grabbed a chair on the other side of the desk and sat down. To anyone watching them it might seem like they were buddies talking about schoolwork. Unless you happened to really look and see the intense dislike etched on both of their faces.

"Who I talk to in detention is no one's business but my own. And what makes you think you've got any right prying into your housemates' life?" Andy wasn't sticking up for Brinley, he just got very annoyed by busybodies.

"Jealous?" He said sarcastically because truthfully, Illiad and Brinley as lovers hadn't yet crossed his mind.

[homely_illiad]

"If Louvika has balls, I don't want to know about them," was Illiad's simple reply. "But no wonder you champion her so. Doubt you'd like anything else God gifted her with."

He crossed his arms lazily over his chest, perhaps furthering the image that they were buddy-buddy, for his stance was not defensive but comfortable. "And as for talking, if what you did with my..." he searched for a good word to describe Brinley, "...housemate was just talking, how do you hold family conversations? Do you do the same things to your parents? Because that's sick mate, and illegal. What about when you talk to your professors? Do you do the same thing, because that's called exploitation. You can get them fired, you know. You..." his voice dropped low and his eyes looked mournful and compassionate,"...don't have to suffer that kind of abuse just because you can't keep up with the coursework, Andy-Pandy..." His voice dripped with mockery.

He ignored the remark about being jealous, although his lip twitched again, threatening to give it away. So he added, "...seeing as how you're only a Mudblood and everything."

[andyfraz]

Illiad's posture might be that of a relaxed person, but Andy's certainly wasn't. His back was rigid, his teeth were clenched and his fingers were tapping on the desk impatiently.

"Is there a point to this conversation? This mudblood has better things to do than listen to some whiny bitch. C'mom, what do you want? You wanna threaten me? Blackmail me? Get on with it," he hissed.

Jeez, this was just like every movie ever where the villan would go on and on about his plot to rule the world only to have the good guy escape and stop the whole thing during the exposition. Andy would have laughed at the image of evil!Illiad twirling his finger around his evil!moustache that popped into his head just now, if he wasn't deathly concerned about what the boy wanted. He was convinced he could keep Brinley fairly quiet with his threat, but how could he silence someone he knew nothing about?

[homely_illiad]

Illiad had never fathomed growing a mustache, but he had considered investing in a placid cat that he could sit on his knee and stroke while blackmailing people. It would probably be white-- maybe a persian or some other long-haired little beast. Of course, he probably wouldn't look after it too much anyways until he needed it to intimidate people with... he could always loan it out to Mae or some other little child.

"Struck a nerve, have I?" he asked, a delighted smile on his lips. "Still in the closet? Perhaps that's where all filthy, queer Mudbloods ought to stay," he unfolded his arms and stared Andrew straight in the eye.

"After all, you're quite small. Someone like Brinley, on the other hand, could take a couple thrown punches when it came to his orientation. You... I'm not so sure about. Perhaps a harsh word might break you down." even his eyes seemed to sneer. "No wonder you hide in the closet. And you can stay there, provided you do precisely as I say," in all respects, Illiad was an excellent blackmailer. This was clearly not his first time. He'd been in practice since nearly his first year at Hogwarts, starting small with things like, "I'll not tell Snape you cheated on your Potions test if you give me half the pie your mother sends you each week," and progressing onward to things such as this--dangerous things, sometimes, too. He had a good eye for oppurtunity, Illiad Hawkins.

"Which is, keep your filthy little hands off of Brinley Watson."

[andyfraz]

Andy blinked, unsure if he had heard properly. "You want me to stay away from Brinley?"

He felt relief flood through him and he banged his hands down on the desk excitedly. "Is that really it," he asked, smiling widely, "or is there a second part? Because if that's it..."

He gestured in a random manner, ran a hand through his hair and continued before Illiad could answer. "You've got yourself a deal."

He sat back in his chair, relieved. If only all blackmail threats could be this easy! Seriously. Andy would have stayed away for free, but he wasn't stupid enough to say that out loud. A question begging to be asked flitted through his mind and he opened his mouth to speak before catching himself in time and biting it back.

[homely_illiad]

Illiad's lip twitched a little again and he seemed to be trying to figure out whether or not Andy was bullshitting him. His eyes narrowed a little and his mouth gave a second twitch. He almost asked, "Really?" but seemed to figure that that would be a sign of weakness.

"Deal, then," he said, extending a hand to shake Andy's. His grip was firm, all business. "I'm not one to feel pity for someone if they break their deal," he said, sternly, his stoney grey eyes matching his tone.

[andyfraz]

Andy shook Illiad's hand with a bemused smile on his face. "You don't need to worry about that," he replied. He tried to sound as 'official' as the other boy but the truth was, he was over the moon. The dislike even faded from his eyes as he studied Illiad silently. Not that he felt friendly towards the boy, he was a Slytherin and had threatened Andy after all, but at that moment he didn't hate him. And despite his best judgement, he was feeling rather curious as to why this bitter looking fellow felt Brinley's best interests were a thing of his concern. As he stood to leave, several possible reasons ran through his head but only one made sense. He paused.

"So how long have you fancied him?"

Oh no, Andrew wasn't as stupid as he looked.

[homely_illiad]

Illiad's olive skin seemed to go slightly pale and the top corner of his mouth twitched again. Used to Gryffindors like his cousin Louvika or his brothers, he obviously seemed to have asummed that Andy would be like them-- oblivious and unsuspecting, unless if got in the way of their doing something noble or something like that. He had little regaurd for the House of the Lion, it seemed. In his eyes, they were nothing more than fools, running around and looking for trouble, too intrested in their own glory to see what was really going on.

He bit the inside of his lip unnoticably and tried to think of a response. While he was naturally good at physically improvising, it was different with talking. His main goals relied completely on him looking smooth and cool-- something that was a lot harder on the fly. And now, second by second, he was losing him intimidation. He decided to go with the first thing that came to his mind.

"I do not fancy him," he said cooly, his tone biting and edging in on angry. "I do not think someone so simple as a Gryffindor, yet alone a Muggle Gryffindor could even comprehend such things," he spat.

He could've easily have said he was doing this for Andy's best intrests-- it was well known that brinley was not sparing with his emotions and more than once, someone had gotten publically upset over a ditching. But that would make it look like Illiad Achilles Laetus Hawkins had gone soft-- caring for a Gryffindor? It would take months to rebuild his reputation after that. It only stood on rickety stilts as it was. The truth was better-- he had nothing to lose. Enough people could guess the closeness bwteen Brinley Watson and Illiad Hawkins was more than it seemed, and if Andy said something accordingly to the manner-- perhaps taking a leaf from Illiad's book of fantastic blackmailing-- people would either ignore it as an over-used rumor, or know the pair well enough to know it was true.

"What is between Brinley and I," he said, glaring, "is none of your business. What must concern you now is the fact that if something is between you and he, your life will become far more miserable than it already is."

[andyfraz]

Andrew's curiousity hit its peak as he ran Illiad's word over in his head. What goes on between Brinley and I....

"You're dating him?" He sat back down in his seat, trying to hide a smirk but failing miserably. "Ouch, that's gotta hurt, hey? I'm curious though, what smarts more, that he got off with someone else or that he got off with a mudblood?"

Andy was rarely cruel, mean, sure, but cruel was hard for him to reach. His brain however, called for some punishment for this boy. This arrogant Slytherin who just assumed he could threaten him and get away with it. Just assumed that Andy would take it.

Andy was sick of taking it.

"Cause he did get off. Fuck Illiad," he said, choosing finally to use the boy's first name, "he's so pretty when he comes. But, well, I'm sure you know that. Does he make those little noises for you too? Does he put his mark on you?" He pulled his scarf out of the way to show a still-clear bite mark. "Does he let you mark him?"

[homely_illiad]

It did hurt.

It hurt so much, Illiad felt ready to vomit. It had been over a month since last he and Brinley had been together-- not since July. After that, it'd been next to impossible to hook up over the summer, what with Illiad in Ireland with his family and Brinley in England, and the both of them owing their duties to their respective, blood-traior families.

Illiad felt the bile rising in his throat at the thought of Brinley touching this boy, kissing him, biting him, doing what he should only do to Illiad. His eyes flashes and darted this way and that, clearly obvious now that he was letting Andy's words get to him. Around Illiad Hawkins' heart was a tough shell of ice-- and the love he felt for Brinley was the only thing that ever melted it away. But when Brinley was spoken of in such a manner, the fire grew in his heart and threatened to consume him.

He stood up in a flash, his wand in his hand as if he'd had it up his sleeve. He pointed it straight at Andy's heart.

"You'll...you'll not speak of Brinley like that!" he hissed, a couple of purple colored sparks flying out of the end of his wand and fizzing out on the desk. People were starting to stare now. Illiad was shaking like a tree infested with scampering chipmunks. In all honesty, he was tired of it. Tired of Brinley's cheating, tired of people talking about him like he was some silly cuckhold.

"OBSCURA!" a blindfold shot from the end of Illiad's wand and fastened itself tightly around Andy's mouth.

He was tired of the talking.

[andyfraz]

His eyes widened in surprise as Illiad produced a wand so fast it made Andy dizzy. The blindfold fastened itself around his mouth and although surprised, he was relieved it wasn't a dangerous spell.

He held up his hands in a sign of truce because there wasn't anything else he could do. He had only had one lesson on Non-Verbal spells and he hadn't managed to perfom one sucessfully yet.

Andy looked around and noticed the people staring. He made an impassioned plea with his hands for Illiad to settle before a Professor came around.

[homely_illiad]

"I'm...I'm so sick of hearing your...your godamned voice!" Illiad shouted, flicking his wand upwards so that the thin strip of cloth tightened around Andy's mouth. Losing his cool was one thing-- Illiad seemed to be flipping out entirely.

"You will not!" he shouted, and people were staring now. Madame Pince had come over and was hissing something about being quiet, but no one could hear over Illiad's shouting, "Speak! To me! Again!" With every inflection, he tightened the cloth slightly and stepped forward, until he was right up in Andrew's face.

"You have no idea what it was like," he began hissing, "I will NOT be made a cuckhold!" he said, his hiss barely above the fringes of lace as he stared into Andy's eyes, his own wet with tears. "He doesn't love you-- not like he loves me! And he won't EVER! You're dispicable and...and...disgusting! Filth! Filthy, dirty mudblood! You were nothing to him but a fuck!"

[andyfraz]

Andrew might have felt some sympathy for the boy when he leaned in close and tears were evident in his eyes. Yes, he might have. If Illiad didn't seem so batshit insane. At some points it seemed like he wasn't talking to Andy at all. The blindfold kept tightening, the material stretched painfully over Andy's lips.

He grabbed Illiad's chin and tried to make the boy focus properly on his face. Andy nodded, eyes wide. Look at me crazy boy, I agree, I agree with you, he said in his head.

[homely_illiad]

This seemed to shock Illiad. His lip quivered most noticably this time, his eyes wide, full of tears and impassioned. When Andy touched him, his mouth opened as if in pain, as if Andy's hands had razors on the bottom. He slapped it away from him, then drew up the wand and held it so that it just barely touched Andrew's face.

There seemed to be a moment there wherein he was decigin which curse to use to blast Andrew Frazer into oblivion.

And then... he tapped (or hit) Frazer across the mouth with his wand. The blindfold burst into silver-winged butterflies that flew up from Andrew's face and towards the nearest light. Other than perhaps a slight fat lip from the blow, however, Illiad had done him no harm.

He turned on his heel and marched back to where his books were, sliding them into his bag as if to leave now, his temper flared and angry. He would see Brinley tonight. No, no tears for now. Brinley wou;dn't like tha someone other than himself had made him upset.

[andyfraz]

The blindold was removed and Andy's hands went straight to his mouth, smoothing them along the raw skin. He had barely registered the blow because for a second there, he thought he was about to die. The shock hadn't allowed him to yet register the stronger pain.

He stood. He should have just walked away but as he discovered the other night, there was a part of him that liked to push back, no matter what punishment waited for him.

"I never wanted him anyway, he's all yours," he spat.