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[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

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[andyfraz]

Andrew wandered through the library, picking up a book every now and then before putting it back in its place. He wasn't usually a reader. Not that he disliked it, he just preferred to watch movies. There was something about visually seeing something in front of your eyes that was much more appealing to him than having to imagine it in your head. But when times were tough at Hogwarts and he needed to escape, books were really the only option

[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.

[homely_illiad]

Illiad's usually stoney eyes were wrought with emotion as he looked up at Andy's words. His wand was still in his fist and his knuckles around it were pale.

"And you? You're digusting. Sleeping with someone you don't even love?" he leaned in even closer. "Do your filthy Muggle parents not love you enough? You must be desperate for love. I heard pigs and other livestock don't care much for their young."

"Brinley Watson is too good for you, Mudblood," he said, his eyes on fire but his voice cool and calm again. "You were only game, or a sick indulgence to him." He walked closer and spat into Andy's face.

"Worthless fuck, are you."

[andyfraz]

Andrew could have corrected Illiad, who had obviously been misinformed about exactly how far himself and Brinley had gone, but the words spewing out of the other boy's mouth were far to harsh for Andy to conjure up any sympathy.

Then came the great lob of spit that landed under Andy's left eye. Well that just takes the cake, he thought, wiping it off with the most disgusted look he could manage.

"Well, then that makes Brinley and I kindred spirits, I guess, because he 'loves' me about as much as I 'love' him." Andy held up a hand and made a zero with his fingers. "Are you suggesting your boyfriend is worthless? Actually, don't answer that, I already know he is. As are you if you can't hold on to your own boyfriend. Or maybe...maybe he doesn't want you to hold on

[homely_illiad]

"Brinley is not worthless! You take that back, you scum!" Illiad said, drawing his wand and holding it at Andy's throat, ready to strike. His eyes traced the outline of Brinley's bite and they narrowed even further

[andyfraz]

Andy had brought his wand up to Illiad's stomach the second he had raised his wand to Andy's neck. He didn't know if the other boy was aware of it but Andy already had a spell on the tip of his tongue, prepared to use it if the other boy decided to strike. Which hopefully he wouldn't need to do because surely someone was going to intervene? Geez, where were all the Professors today?

He turned his voice to one of impatience. "Look, whatever, he loves you or he doesn't, I don't care. Keep your mouth shut about me and I'll make sure Brinley has one less person to sleep around on you with."

This boy was seriously gaga over Brinley. It boggled his mind that someone could feel love for the 7th year and even more so that they thought Brinley was capable of feeling love back. If being in love meant getting an erection, then sure, Brinley loved a lot of people. Illiad didn't look stupid (crazy, yes, but not stupid), why did he not understand what Andy thought he understood perfectly?

[homely_illiad]

That discription of Illiad was good-- crazy, but not stupid. It was a gene inherent in the Hawkins family, although Illiad hid it-- and most of his other Hawkins family genes-- very well. It was rare the moment he snapped.

Where were all the Professors indeed? Madame Pince had run off to find someone more adept at settling this than her, but appeared to not have such luck. All the younger students were staring, and craning their heads to hear but apperently were unable due to the volume of Illiad and Andy's voices and the nature of the subject.

"You'd better," Illiad said with a sneer on his face, "or it'll be more than the identity of your sexuality in danger," he said, his eyes narrow slits.

[andyfraz]

Andy rolled his eyes, though made a mental note to tell someone that if he was to mysteriously disappear, questioning Illiad Hawkins might be a good place to start the investigation.

"Are we done now?" The conversation was seriously starting to give Andy a headache. Now there was more things he'd have to repress, more things that he DIDN'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT. He'd had a boring holiday but he'd give anything to go back to stony silence with his parents at the dinner table than making out with someone he loathed and being threatened by his crazy boyfriend.

[homely_illiad]

Illiad's glare continued.

"Go." He said, sourly, crossing his arms over his chest. It would probably be a good idea for him to leave soon, too, since Madame Pince and her reinforcements would probably be due back any time. Keeping his eyes on Andy as he left, Illiad went for the opposite end of the library-- the one that was closer to the staircase that lead to the Slytherin dungeon.

Now all there was to do was wait for Brinley to come. Illiad would show that dirty little Mudblood up, he thought, determinedly as he left the library.

Brinley loved him.

[andyfraz]

Andrew threw one more dirty look towards Illiad before turning around to leave. He kept his wand out in case the Slytherin decided to hex him from the back but no curse came.

Well, Andy had been completely wrong. The library was a cure for boredom, but it definitely wasn't the sort of excitement he'd been looking for. And it definitely hadn't helped to get his mind off of 'the incident'.

((ANDY OUT))