No matter how many times it rolled around, somehow, Cox had always managed to avoid Chocolates Day... until now. It had never occurred to him just how much of an evil-minded bitch Lily Evans could apparently be. When he got back to normal, there were going to be words (AKA shouting) about
what she'd done to himIn the meantime, though, he was
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She spots an angry-looking kid--though he's only maybe a year or so younger than her--and gravitates over to him, noting how he wallops the chair leg as he sits. The angry tend to react better than the tranquil when Hell vibes pour onto them. And Maia's badly in need of some fun. What could a kid do?
Maia sits opposite him, legs crossed to show off her figure to the maximum advantage, noting how he immediately went for beer and wondering if they sell anything stronger.
'Hey,' she finally says, after regarding him enough for a few minutes.
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'Cause, you know, he didn't.
He ate the silence up, drinking slowly, but when she finally spoke he shrugged. "Hey."
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'Of course,' Maia continues, pulling at her top, 'I always used to drink with friends. Drinking alone signalled you had a problem. A problem shared is...well,' (she smirks) 'Still a problem. I suppose you've got a story like the rest of them.'
If he wants to talk,--or not, it suits her either way--it's just that talking makes it that much easier for her to taste the emotion and figure out if bombarding them will help or not. If he doesn't want to talk, Maia can just sit and at least be in the company of a (not angelic, not evil, not hugely ugly) guy--though her ultimate motive is still to make him feel worse.
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"Besides," he added grudgingly after a moment, casting a dark glance at the walls. "To drink with friends, I'd have to know where the hell my friends are."
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Walking over, Remus plopped himself down on the couch next to the angry teenager. "Aren't you a little young to be drinking that, Perry?" he asked, torn somewhere between concern and amusement over Cox's plight.
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He snorted and tipped the bottle back, his entire posture radiating defensiveness. "What's it to you?" he shot.
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"I just noticed you look a little... unusual," Remus asserted. "Did you eat some chocolate you shouldn't have?"
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At the question, he barked out a laugh. "Your friend Lily drugged me. I guess she thought this would be a whole fucking barrel of laughs."
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Let's recap. Dean and Steph were tiny. Dean and Steph were very prone to breaking things.
Dean and Steph were very lost.
There was a crash (several of them, actually) behind the Ravenclaw bar, and the sight of two kids sneaking out from behind said bar. Well, the sight of the tops of two heads, sneaking out from behind said bar. Because...tiny!
"I told you we shoulda turned left," Steph said, poking Dean in a huff. "This isn't where they keep the swords. Would you ask for directions?" Dean was the boy, and the resident Tall Person, so this was his job.
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"Why do I have to ask for directions?" he asked loudly, pouting slightly. This wasn't his dad, dagnabbit. He didn't have to listen to her or risk getting yelled at. Or The Look. The Look was not a fun sight to see. Steph did not possess the look. Also, was not very threatening in general. And was short. He didn't have to do anything she said! "I won't!"
And then proceeded to turn to the bar. And the much taller man sitting at it. Dean leaned both arms onto the bar counter, having to stand on tiptoes to set his chin onto it. "Where do they keep the swords?"
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Okay, that... might have been a slightly hypocritical question to ask. But seriously, there was a difference between him and little brats running around. They were even younger than Paige.
Perry eyeballed them. "If I knew, I'd be using one on myself," Perry told the boy with a black smile. "Or maybe everyone else. Go try another bar."
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Steph tugged on Dean's shirt. "Psssst." Of course, if she had to say 'pssst', that meant the comment was hearable to all. "Ask the old guy if he knows where another bar is."
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Well, maybe a good brawl would help matters. Merlin knew she'd not be opposed to throwing a punch. But, anyway, she was close at hand, wand out, brooding expression on her face as she considered him. From all her experience with the damn chocolates, it was simply a waiting game at this point.
Brilliant.
She should have brought a book.
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Leaning forward, cradling her bottle between her fingers, Lily sighed before refocusing on Chance. "And I'm babysitting. From a distance, so I don't go from 'worried' to 'murderous rage'. How are you?"
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