Jezz had been at dinner in the Great Hall with a pile of library books that had worked free of its initial neat column, wearing a baggy sweater that served to conceal the
gender bend he’d undergone at the holiday party. He’d kept what remained of the offending cider, though it had proved resistant to magical dissection, and a small sample of it sat
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He left his room and walked through Slytherin's hallway in his usual proud evil peacock manner.
The sight of a too-familiar individual caught his eye in the corridor. A part of him wanted to avoid his son and deal with him later, though he was a bit too annoyed right now.
He stood in front of Selvetarm, hair and eyes red with his annoyance though he flashed Selvetarm a dung-eating grin.
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With some presence of mind restored, Jezz stepped to one side to make himself visible and began to spell out in hand sign, He drank enspelled cider. Maybe Vhaeraun wouldn't notice Jezz's own... condition. Maybe rothé would fly.
Selvetarm, oblivious, continued forward with fruit basket and chocolate in hand, past the now-retreating spider. "I was just looking for you!"
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He saw Jezz from the corner of his eye and read his hand code. A chuckle caught in his throat, though his attention went from Jezz's hands to another part of his body. Vhaeraun was both intrigeud by this change and a bit disturbed.
We didn't do the Changedance did we? he signed to Jezz, curious about how this little transformation occurred. Maybe that was the result of said cider too.
Vhaeraun cocked a green eyebrow at the basket, his mouth forming a smirk as he figured where the treachery might have come from, though Vhaeraun did value Jezz's information.
"Looking for me," Vhaeraun said in an annoyed tone, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. "Well you found me, as did several million of your closest friends. Now to what do I owe the pleasure."
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"We didn't," said Selvetarm at the same time, reading Vhaeraun's signs and not quite realizing they might not be meant for him. "Though I don't know quite what he did." He had gotten quite close to Vhaeraun by now; he held out the box and basket and spoke the next sentence in an even greater rush. "I know I've behaved very badly for the last thousand years and you seem to have your hand back already so here's this instead, to start, and I hope we can be friends, Father."
Jezz signed I didn't know it would do this, with considerable mixed feelings as to whether or not he wished that weren't the case.
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Selvetarm tipped his head to one side. "Well perhaps you would have been. I wouldn't know, because I wasn't a very fair son. I mean, you could have had a perfectly good reason for trying to kill her. I should have considered all sides of the story first."
Jezz stilled his hands but continued to look on in fascination.
"You can't be sure of that," Selvetarm added. "Neither can I, though I do wish we could. Accidents happen. But I can say I won't be as I was. I realize now rudeness ought to be repaid with kindness."
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His head slightly bowed in an attempt at looking humbled (though humbled was hardly a concept in his vocabulary.)
"Alas, I have made my fair share of mistakes as well," he said with a grimace that bordered on a smirk. "I truly appreciate your words, son. I believe we can truly move on from here."
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"This is indeed a happy moment," he said. "I say we dine later, enjoy each other's company anew."
He then gave a glance and smile at Jezz, curious to see how he was reacting to all of this.
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Jezz gave an only slightly unsteady smile back to Vhaeraun. His brain was mostly back together by now, and for him the proceedings had taken on the magnetism of a wreck - with the additional fun/schadenfreude of having an enemy in the ensuing wreckage. Meanwhile, his own problem had temporarily slipped his mind.
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