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[homely_illiad]

WHEN: Week 05, 'Riddles in the Light' / Sunday January 8, 2008 / 6: 35 PM
WHERE: Quidditch Pitch
WHO: Slytherin Quidditch Team

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[perfect_paris]

Paris tapped his foot impatiently against the ground, glancing from side to side swiftly. He looked mildly pissed off, but on the inside, his temper was raging like an angry bull. As captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, he took practice extremely seriously: that, and winning. Paris hated to lose, especially to that wimpy Ravenclaw Quidditch team. They were a joke, honestly.

... But at this rate, they were going to lose! Where in the hell was his team

[homely_illiad]

"Ten minutes," Illiad repeated, maybe a little stupidly. He gazed back into Paris' eyes, gaping a little.

That wasn't the answer he had expected. Normally, when he bitched, he got bitched right back. 'Shut up, Illiad, learn some patience-- it's a virtue!' 'Grow up Illiad, they're probably busy-- they'll be here soon!' 'Not everyone's as perfect as you, Illiad!'And yet Paris had not bitched at Illiad, but right alongside of him

[perfect_paris]

Oh yes, Paris was a master of bitching. He could go on for hours about how inadequate the rest of the team was, but he would still torture them into playing a kickass game. Yet even then, after the team played a wonderful game, they were still inadequate. Nothing was ever good enough for Paris.

To him, there were two people on the planet who were just about flawless: Illiad Hawkins and himself.

The world would be a better place without the rest of the human population. Especially his idiotic father. Paris grimaced at the mention of that man. Shifting his gaze into the distance, he heaved a gentle sigh.

"No, he hasn't written to me since that last missive," he said in a stony voice. "I don't know if he plans to. I haven't heard from my mother, either. Though, she wasn't as vehemently against my choice as much as my father was..."

Paris paused for a moment before hugging an arm around Illiad's small body. "And you? I pray you haven't heard anything terrible from your family..."

[homely_illiad]

Illiad scooted even closer when Paris pulled him thus.

"According to my mother, they are treating the incident as if I had died," Illiad said, perhaps a little too distant and a little too cold. He made a small noise, sort of like a 'hmpf'. "That is, to say, my father is ignoring that it even happened, but my siblings know not to talk about me in front of him, and Apollo continues to explode or implode, depending on how he's feeling," he added, raising a wry eyebrow.

"The rest of the family I don't know anything about, but they never liked me anyway. What is this going to do to my relationship with them that hasn't already been broken?" he asked, sighing.

But he had liked Paris' word choice there-- his choice. Did that mean...?

"What are you doing next year? After you're out of school?" he asked the older boy, looking up at him suddenly, with wide, questioning eyes.