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"She what?!"
Hadley's screech tore at Rhydian's ear drums, forcing the Slytherin to cover his ears. However, this ended up being ill-advised as it left Rhydian vulnerable to the punch in the chest Hadley delivered next. The wizard knocked back into the stone wall, mouth gaping trying to get back the air that had just been knocked from his lungs. Rhydian glowered down at the redhead who seemed unable to decide whether she was more upset with Rhydian or worried about Maggie.
"Why in the world did you two not just head back to the castle?" Hadley questioned, fists reaching to bunch the front of Rhydian's shirt up in her fists. She dragged him down to her level, dark eyes accusing and suspicious as they met Rhydian's. his cheeks flared and his own fists twitched at this despite their recent camaraderie on the musical front. She was handsy, Hadley, and Rhydian had to remind himself that it wasn't polite to hit women.
"Maggie wanted to practice." Rhydian hissed out, jerking out of her hold. "She needed to, you've seen her patronus." Hadley didn't verbally agree but he could tell by the way she chewed at the dead skin on her lip and averted her gaze that his words tracked for her.
"She finally got one out, a snake go figure, but then she kind of. . ." Rhydian made a vague swaying motion with his hands and body, aimed to imitate whatever it was that happened to Maggie the evening before. "Passed out I guess. She fell into the water, I dragged her out." Rhydian chose to omit in this moment the particular fact that he had given Maggie CPR. Not only did Rhydian not remember the panic and feeling of Maggie's icy lips, but he wasn't sure if it was something Maggie would want going around. There was no telling if Hadley had a big mouth or not.
"I have to go check on her." Hadley finally decided, turning away rapidly from Rhydian and taking off down the corridor in the direction of the infirmary.
Rhydian watched the bob of red hair disappear into the crowd before he shook his head and headed in the opposite direction of his new bandmate. It felt weird to think of Hadley Stonefyre that way, someone he was willingly being in the same group with. He couldn't stand the loud-mouthed, volatile redhead, but all else be damned, she could drum.
Haldey however was not at all thinking of Rhydian. She was focused completely on getting to her cousin, knowing just how precarious Maggie's health could be. Hadley of course had been there for all the illnesses and had grown up for every stretch of bedrests and hospital stays. That was one of the reasons Hadley and Maggie were so close. Haldey's loyalty had kept her by her cousin's side while she was ill even though the usually overactive red-headed runt couldn't stand to be inside for too long, she would when it came to Maggie. She'd do just about anything to keep her and Maggie entertained of course during those times whether it be ridiculous one woman plays, mad-up stories, bracelet weaving, or even just day dreaming about what they would do when Maggie fell better.
Hadley finally arrived breathless from running to the large wooden doors that sealed the Infirmary Wing minutes later. She threw them open with a dramatic heave before calling out for her cousin without even looking. The few heads of present patients turned to Hadley with annoyance, but the redhead didn't care. She spotted Maggie in the cott Madame Thomas was walking away from and rushed forward.
Hadley through her arms around Maggie and give her a tight squeeze, pushing into her cousin's side as she pulled herself up onto the cott. She pulled back a moment later and regarded Maggie with a serious, albeit concerned, expression. She didn't need to ask, 'Maggie, what were you thinking?', it was Haldey that had bailed after all. If anything, it was the Slytherin that felt responsible for this whole mess. If she had been there MAggie probably wouldn't have fallen in the water. . .right?
"Rhydian told me what happened," Hadley explained instead, "Are you okay?" She pushed back a lock of red hair behind Maggie's ear with a tenderness she reserved exclusively for her family.
"He didn't push you in, did he?"
Fuck You, You Fucking Fucks!
Rhydian woke with a start the next morning, still in the Infirmary. The dream he had the night before was bizarre. He had never drempt a dream that felt so. . . real. It felt like watching a movie almost but from the perspective of . . .himself. Like he was caught in that guy's body but seeing through his eyes. And that girl. . . the ball. He felt like he knew her, like he knew what was going to happen, but he just couldn't verbalize it.
What was even more stratling then his strange dream though was the face only a few feet away from him. Maggie was still asleep, across from Rhydian, but tuned onto her stomach with her hair a mess, her limbs stretched out, and drool dripping down onto her pillow from her open mouth. Rhydian grimaced and gave his head a shake. He regretted, yet again, sleeping so close to her cot.
The Slytherin shifted out from his blanket cacoon then and pushed his feet into his boots. He'd need to get his potion before he went back to his dorm, so he pocketed his phone and headed to the back of the infirmary towards his aunt's office. He threw open the door, not expecting to find someone else in there other than his aunt. However it seemed she must have left earlier that morning because it was Madame Thomas currently sitting in his aunt's chair, flipping through paperwork.
"Good Morning, Rhydian." She said cheerfully. Madame Thomas was a bit younger than Tante Victorie, still fresh out of her apprenticeship but well-liked by the students of Hogwarts and kind. She was one of the handful of healers that worked on rotation at Hogwarts in the Infirmary.
"Here for your potion, I suspect. " She said, standing up. Her white robes flowed out behind her as MAdame Thomas turned towards the potion cabinet and opened up the glass doors. Her finger trailed along the shelf until she found the glass bottle with iridescent fluid swirling silver inside it. Rhydian's name was found at its base on a parchment sticker, written in his aunt's clear, precise hand.
"Thank you," Rhydian said as the nurse handed the potion to him. He took it quickly, mindlessly relying mostly on muscle memory in his still half-woke state before he handed the vial back to Madame Thomas. She smiled at him warmly.
"Have a good day, love." she said sweetly. Despite knowing she didn't mean anything by it, Rhydian still blushed slightly at the pretty witch's kind words.
"You too." He replied politely before exiting the office. He grabbed what he could find of his stuff on the way out, knowing he would have to rely on the house elves to get his soaked clothes and cloak back. He left Maggie still sleeping on the cot as he stole from the infirmary and down into the dungeons. His sleep had been fretful and restless. He was anticipating the comfort of his own cot before he even stepped foot into the Slytherin common room. He could feel his familiar pillow and the weight of his headphones ready to lul him back to sleep already.
Rhydian made it to his dorm room and had only just laid down when the fourth year boy's dormitory door was thrown open. It banged back against the stone wall loudly, causing others in the room to grumble and curse at whoever it was being so loud this early in the morning. What time was it again? Rhdyian looked at his phone. 9:00 am. Not exceptionally early, but too early for a Saturday morning that was for sure. He groaned and turned over, pulling on the headphones that had been left on his nightstand over his ears to help drown out the noise.
"Get up Dickhead," urged a familiar feminine voice as his shoulder was shaken quite violently. Rhydian spun, glaring at Hadley who reared back only to stand defiantly at his bedside, arms crossed over her chest.
"What the fuck's your problem?" Rhydian snapped. But then, much to his surprise, a smile broke over her face as she shoved her phone at him urging him to look at the most recent Wizchat story that she had pulled up. It was a selfie of one of the upperclassmen who had auditioned them yesterday, beside his face was a message that read; 'Results are posted. Same room. Go check it out.'
Rhydian had completely forgotten about that. So much had happened with Maggie. Fuck, did Haldey even know?
"Hads," Rhydian started, ready to inform her of her cousin almost drowning, but she interrupted him.
"Shut up and let's go!" She cheered. She was excited, and Rhydian understood why. She was easily the best drummer they'd heard. she was a shoe-in for the spot. And now that Rhydian had remembered he had tried out to be in a band, he felt his own excitement building. He pulled on a hoodie and finally let Hadley drag him from the dormitory, through the common room, and back out into the castle. The two were practically running by the time they hit the first-floor corridor, excitement and anticipation waking them both up properly.
The two quickly made it to the old classroom tey had used yesterday for auditions. There was a few students standing around the door, reading the parchment charmed to it with looks of disappointment on their face. Good Rhydian thought smugly, that meant they didn't make it. Rhydian and Hadley pushed the morose-looking kids aside to get a proper view of the results and scanned them quickly.
He saw his name.
He saw his fucking name! He was in a fucking band! Rhydian let out a whoop of surprise and excitement, his fist pumping into the air. He clapped Hadley on the shoulder expecting excitement for her as well, because she definitely. . .wait. Rhdyian's eyes scanned the results again. Then again. Then a third time, just out of pure disbelief. She hadn't made it for drummer. Instead, it was some kid named Tristian Edwards. The kid who couldn't keep time to save his life? Rhdyian didn't understand. Haldey had been amazing.
He looked to her, still shocked to see her standing stock still. At her sides, his fists were tight in shaking. His eyes scanned her face. Her dark eyes were glossy, about to brim over with tears. Usually, he would have made fun of her for this. Slytherin was not a house that treated the weak kindly, but she just looked so. . .sad. Even though he didn't like Hadley Stonefyre all that much, even though she could be loud and mean and madder than any loon you could find on the fourth floor of Saint Mungos, she was still the best drummer by far that had auditioned. and the fact they hadn't picked her, it wasn't fair. This soured Rhydian's stomach, addling his excitement. He put his hands down, his face becoming one of concern for the witch beside him.
"Hads. . ." He started, bt stopped. What did he say to her.
"Congratulations," Hadley said to him, a hand coming to wipe roughly at her nose. "You deserve it."
"So do you," Rhydian told her lowly. His tone was no longer kind. It was hardened as he became determined to get to the bottom of this. If he was going to be in a bad, he didn't want it to be with some half-assed drummer when they could have an amazing one.
Rhydian grabbed her by the arm and began dragging her towards the great hall where from the upperclassman's Wizchat made it look like he was. He didn't give Haldey an explanation, but she followed along at least until they made it to the doors that were almost open, sectioning the Great Hall off from the rest of the school. It was there she finally wrenched her arm back from the taller of the pair.
"Rhydian," She said, her tone full of warning. Her eyes were sharp now when he looked back at her, the earlier tears gone. "What are you-"
"I'm getting to the fucking bottom of this," Rhydian snapped, "I don't want to be in a band with cocksucking Tristan bloody Edwards when I could have you! They have to be bloody mental to pick him."
"He couldn't even keep time," Hadley conceded. Rhydian grunted his affirmation, but let her go. The two Slytherins stalked through the great hall, straight for Gryffindor where they found the bloke who auditioned them sitting with a group of mates. He smiled when he first noticed Rhydian approached, but that look didn't last long. It fell into a grimace once he noticed Hadley beside his new bassist.
"G'morning Rhydian." The blonde greeted before passing Hadley an awkward look that said more than enough. She wasn't wanted here.
"Did you have a fucking aneurysm or something?" Rhydian asked the blonde. His grimace became a scowl.
"Excuse me?"
"Tristan or Hadley?" Rhydian exclaimed in disbelief, "She could outplay him with her hands tied behind her back."
"Yeah," Hadley chimed in, "He couldn't carry a beat to save his life." The blonde sighed and ran a hand through his shaggy blonde hair looking haggard at the conversation at hand.
"I know," He sighed. "I'm truly sorry. . ." He looked to Hadley, squinting at her as he tried to remember her name.
"Hadley. Hadley Stonefyre." The redhead huffed with a roll of her eyes.
"Hadley," The blonde continued, "You were the best drummer, hands down, I admit. Our decision to go with someone else was more of an. . .artistic choice."
"What the fuck?" Rhydian and Haldey said together, disbelieving what they were hearing. They looked to each other, silently confirming with their eyes they were hearing the same thing before they looked back to the Gryffindor in front of them
"What are you, a fucking Ravenclaw or something?" Rhydian pressed.
"The fuck do you mean artistic choice?" Hadley questioned.
"Look, the band will be playing the Yule ball in a few months," The blond continued, his tone bored, "It's going to be bad enough to have a fourth year hanging around with us, never mind a little girl. No one will take us seriously."
From beside him, Rhdyian heard Hadley release a frustrated, growl sort of sound before she launched herself at the older boy. Rhydian caught her before she could get herself suspended, his arms coming tight around her chest, wrestling her back to himself as she writhed and kicked.
"You misogynist piece of shit!" She hollered as the Gryffindor looked on with shock and fear at the beast of a girl Rhydian was currently containing. "I'm going to fucking tear you apart!"
"Count me out, I don't want to be in a talentless fucking band," Rhydian told the Gryffindor as he finally hefted Hadley off the floor so she would lose some of her traction. She thrashed her legs out more, but at leas this time she had nothing to push off of.
He dragged Haldey away again until she finally began to settle. But Rydian didn't let her go, instead, he leaned over her, whispering into her ear.
"Fuck those guys," He told her, "We're going to make our own band. One that's better one-hundred times better." He swore. "And we'll take that fucking Yule Ball spot from them too." Hadley stilled at this nd Rhydian finally released his wiley housemate.
"How are we going to do that?" She asked Rhydian. A dark look came to his eyes as he stared past her, back to the upperclassman currently laughing at them with his friends.
"However we need to." He told her. "Whatever the cost." Hadley nodded and stuck out her hand to Rhydian.
"Shake on it," she insisted. Rhydian shook her hand firmly, without hesitation. Those guys that were laughing at them now, they were dead meat.
"Let's go," She said next, moving back towards the Great Hall doors, "I need to go tell Maggie about this."
Fuck, Maggie! Rhydian had completely forgotten to tell Hadley about what happened the night before.
"Yeah. . . about Maggie," Rhydian sighed, "A lot happened last night."
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mary shelley writing about a monster rejected and abandoned by its creator and dedicating it to her own father i need to smoke a blunt with her i need to give her head
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Fuck You, You Fucking Fucks!
Rhydian woke with a start the next morning, still in the Infirmary. The dream he had the night before was bizarre. He had never drempt a dream that felt so. . . real. It felt like watching a movie almost but from the perspective of . . .himself. Like he was caught in that guy's body but seeing through his eyes. And that girl. . . the ball. He felt like he knew her, like he knew what was going to happen, but he just couldn't verbalize it.
What was even more stratling then his strange dream though was the face only a few feet away from him. Maggie was still asleep, across from Rhydian, but tuned onto her stomach with her hair a mess, her limbs stretched out, and drool dripping down onto her pillow from her open mouth. Rhydian grimaced and gave his head a shake. He regretted, yet again, sleeping so close to her cot.
The Slytherin shifted out from his blanket cacoon then and pushed his feet into his boots. He'd need to get his potion before he went back to his dorm, so he pocketed his phone and headed to the back of the infirmary towards his aunt's office. He threw open the door, not expecting to find someone else in there other than his aunt. However it seemed she must have left earlier that morning because it was Madame Thomas currently sitting in his aunt's chair, flipping through paperwork.
"Good Morning, Rhydian." She said cheerfully. Madame Thomas was a bit younger than Tante Victorie, still fresh out of her apprenticeship but well-liked by the students of Hogwarts and kind. She was one of the handful of healers that worked on rotation at Hogwarts in the Infirmary.
"Here for your potion, I suspect. " She said, standing up. Her white robes flowed out behind her as MAdame Thomas turned towards the potion cabinet and opened up the glass doors. Her finger trailed along the shelf until she found the glass bottle with iridescent fluid swirling silver inside it. Rhydian's name was found at its base on a parchment sticker, written in his aunt's clear, precise hand.
"Thank you," Rhydian said as the nurse handed the potion to him. He took it quickly, mindlessly relying mostly on muscle memory in his still half-woke state before he handed the vial back to Madame Thomas. She smiled at him warmly.
"Have a good day, love." she said sweetly. Despite knowing she didn't mean anything by it, Rhydian still blushed slightly at the pretty witch's kind words.
"You too." He replied politely before exiting the office. He grabbed what he could find of his stuff on the way out, knowing he would have to rely on the house elves to get his soaked clothes and cloak back. He left Maggie still sleeping on the cot as he stole from the infirmary and down into the dungeons. His sleep had been fretful and restless. He was anticipating the comfort of his own cot before he even stepped foot into the Slytherin common room. He could feel his familiar pillow and the weight of his headphones ready to lul him back to sleep already.
Rhydian made it to his dorm room and had only just laid down when the fourth year boy's dormitory door was thrown open. It banged back against the stone wall loudly, causing others in the room to grumble and curse at whoever it was being so loud this early in the morning. What time was it again? Rhdyian looked at his phone. 9:00 am. Not exceptionally early, but too early for a Saturday morning that was for sure. He groaned and turned over, pulling on the headphones that had been left on his nightstand over his ears to help drown out the noise.
"Get up Dickhead," urged a familiar feminine voice as his shoulder was shaken quite violently. Rhydian spun, glaring at Hadley who reared back only to stand defiantly at his bedside, arms crossed over her chest.
"What the fuck's your problem?" Rhydian snapped. But then, much to his surprise, a smile broke over her face as she shoved her phone at him urging him to look at the most recent Wizchat story that she had pulled up. It was a selfie of one of the upperclassmen who had auditioned them yesterday, beside his face was a message that read; 'Results are posted. Same room. Go check it out.'
Rhydian had completely forgotten about that. So much had happened with Maggie. Fuck, did Haldey even know?
"Hads," Rhydian started, ready to inform her of her cousin almost drowning, but she interrupted him.
"Shut up and let's go!" She cheered. She was excited, and Rhydian understood why. She was easily the best drummer they'd heard. she was a shoe-in for the spot. And now that Rhydian had remembered he had tried out to be in a band, he felt his own excitement building. He pulled on a hoodie and finally let Hadley drag him from the dormitory, through the common room, and back out into the castle. The two were practically running by the time they hit the first-floor corridor, excitement and anticipation waking them both up properly.
The two quickly made it to the old classroom tey had used yesterday for auditions. There was a few students standing around the door, reading the parchment charmed to it with looks of disappointment on their face. Good Rhydian thought smugly, that meant they didn't make it. Rhydian and Hadley pushed the morose-looking kids aside to get a proper view of the results and scanned them quickly.
He saw his name.
He saw his fucking name! He was in a fucking band! Rhydian let out a whoop of surprise and excitement, his fist pumping into the air. He clapped Hadley on the shoulder expecting excitement for her as well, because she definitely. . .wait. Rhdyian's eyes scanned the results again. Then again. Then a third time, just out of pure disbelief. She hadn't made it for drummer. Instead, it was some kid named Tristian Edwards. The kid who couldn't keep time to save his life? Rhdyian didn't understand. Haldey had been amazing.
He looked to her, still shocked to see her standing stock still. At her sides, his fists were tight in shaking. His eyes scanned her face. Her dark eyes were glossy, about to brim over with tears. Usually, he would have made fun of her for this. Slytherin was not a house that treated the weak kindly, but she just looked so. . .sad. Even though he didn't like Hadley Stonefyre all that much, even though she could be loud and mean and madder than any loon you could find on the fourth floor of Saint Mungos, she was still the best drummer by far that had auditioned. and the fact they hadn't picked her, it wasn't fair. This soured Rhydian's stomach, addling his excitement. He put his hands down, his face becoming one of concern for the witch beside him.
"Hads. . ." He started, bt stopped. What did he say to her.
"Congratulations," Hadley said to him, a hand coming to wipe roughly at her nose. "You deserve it."
"So do you," Rhydian told her lowly. His tone was no longer kind. It was hardened as he became determined to get to the bottom of this. If he was going to be in a bad, he didn't want it to be with some half-assed drummer when they could have an amazing one.
Rhydian grabbed her by the arm and began dragging her towards the great hall where from the upperclassman's Wizchat made it look like he was. He didn't give Haldey an explanation, but she followed along at least until they made it to the doors that were almost open, sectioning the Great Hall off from the rest of the school. It was there she finally wrenched her arm back from the taller of the pair.
"Rhydian," She said, her tone full of warning. Her eyes were sharp now when he looked back at her, the earlier tears gone. "What are you-"
"I'm getting to the fucking bottom of this," Rhydian snapped, "I don't want to be in a band with cocksucking Tristan bloody Edwards when I could have you! They have to be bloody mental to pick him."
"He couldn't even keep time," Hadley conceded. Rhydian grunted his affirmation, but let her go. The two Slytherins stalked through the great hall, straight for Gryffindor where they found the bloke who auditioned them sitting with a group of mates. He smiled when he first noticed Rhydian approached, but that look didn't last long. It fell into a grimace once he noticed Hadley beside his new bassist.
"G'morning Rhydian." The blonde greeted before passing Hadley an awkward look that said more than enough. She wasn't wanted here.
"Did you have a fucking aneurysm or something?" Rhydian asked the blonde. His grimace became a scowl.
"Excuse me?"
"Tristan or Hadley?" Rhydian exclaimed in disbelief, "She could outplay him with her hands tied behind her back."
"Yeah," Hadley chimed in, "He couldn't carry a beat to save his life." The blonde sighed and ran a hand through his shaggy blonde hair looking haggard at the conversation at hand.
"I know," He sighed. "I'm truly sorry. . ." He looked to Hadley, squinting at her as he tried to remember her name.
"Hadley. Hadley Stonefyre." The redhead huffed with a roll of her eyes.
"Hadley," The blonde continued, "You were the best drummer, hands down, I admit. Our decision to go with someone else was more of an. . .artistic choice."
"What the fuck?" Rhydian and Haldey said together, disbelieving what they were hearing. They looked to each other, silently confirming with their eyes they were hearing the same thing before they looked back to the Gryffindor in front of them
"What are you, a fucking Ravenclaw or something?" Rhydian pressed.
"The fuck do you mean artistic choice?" Hadley questioned.
"Look, the band will be playing the Yule ball in a few months," The blond continued, his tone bored, "It's going to be bad enough to have a fourth year hanging around with us, never mind a little girl. No one will take us seriously."
From beside him, Rhdyian heard Hadley release a frustrated, growl sort of sound before she launched herself at the older boy. Rhydian caught her before she could get herself suspended, his arms coming tight around her chest, wrestling her back to himself as she writhed and kicked.
"You misogynist piece of shit!" She hollered as the Gryffindor looked on with shock and fear at the beast of a girl Rhydian was currently containing. "I'm going to fucking tear you apart!"
"Count me out, I don't want to be in a talentless fucking band," Rhydian told the Gryffindor as he finally hefted Hadley off the floor so she would lose some of her traction. She thrashed her legs out more, but at leas this time she had nothing to push off of.
He dragged Haldey away again until she finally began to settle. But Rydian didn't let her go, instead, he leaned over her, whispering into her ear.
"Fuck those guys," He told her, "We're going to make our own band. One that's better one-hundred times better." He swore. "And we'll take that fucking Yule Ball spot from them too." Hadley stilled at this nd Rhydian finally released his wiley housemate.
"How are we going to do that?" She asked Rhydian. A dark look came to his eyes as he stared past her, back to the upperclassman currently laughing at them with his friends.
"However we need to." He told her. "Whatever the cost." Hadley nodded and stuck out her hand to Rhydian.
"Shake on it," she insisted. Rhydian shook her hand firmly, without hesitation. Those guys that were laughing at them now, they were dead meat.
"Let's go," She said next, moving back towards the Great Hall doors, "I need to go tell Maggie about this."
Fuck, Maggie! Rhydian had completely forgotten to tell Hadley about what happened the night before.
"Yeah. . . about Maggie," Rhydian sighed, "A lot happened last night."
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Rhydian listened as Maggie spoke of her Mums, his silent nods and eye contact the only acknowledgment of her words. His face tensed as she spoke of her mother’s precarious pregnancy. He remembered over the summer, one of her mothers heavily pregnant. The taller, redheaded one, the one that looked most like Maggie out of her two mothers. He wasn’t familiar with the feeling of worry and anxiety currently crossing Maggie’s face. At least not for a baby. There was always someone in his family pregnant, each baby healthier and fatter than the last. He couldn’t remember anyone going through what her mothers were, so he didn’t know what he ought to do to ease the crease of worry off her forehead. Or why he even would want to.
He wanted to look back at phone, to read over the files he had taken pictures of, but Maggie continued instead, so he gave her his attention. It was the least he could do after breaking her fucking ribs. She told him she wasn’t a little kid in need of coddling anymore, and Rhydian finally had to look away from the redhead, hiding the sneer that teased at his lips. Maggie, from his observations and multiple instances of having to save her form one thing or another, found that she might very well need the coddling and supervision her parents extended to their daughter. She had an exceptional knack for attracting danger, Maggie Stonefyre.
Not far off, the heavy wooden door that lead out to the stone corridor from the infirmary creaked open. Rhydian’s eyes flicked up to the heavy oak doors, but it did not finish opening. In fact it only opened a a handful of inches. The Slytherin stared, puzzled, and slightly scared. Was it a spirit, he wondered. could he just not see it because of his potion? But, thankfully, soon it was revealed to be Buttons, and though the python unsettled Rhydian, it proved to be more or less harmless. A python was better than a spirit, but it was not safe enough to stave off the regret Rhydian was feeling for picking a cot so close to Maggie’s.
He picked his phone back up, trying to turn his attention to the screen as Buttons’ presence seemed to press against his. He watched the creature from the corner of his eye warily. Buttons moved over Maggie’s legs, the curve of her hip, up her body beneath the sterilized, crisp, white blanket. Rhydian looked away as it’s head peaked above, nuzzling it’s master. He let out a breath through his nose, trying to will the tension from his body as the read head beside him sighed. Maggie started to speak again, but was cut off by his aunt. He looked up to the blond witch alarmed. He’d been distracted by the snake and hadn’t heard her approach.
He tucked his cell phone under his leg before his aunt turned her icy gaze to him. She wasn’t just a matron to Rhydian, she was an adult in his life with authority over him. She’d be able to punish him for having something like private documents on his phone with both his parents’ blessings. But she didn’t seem to notice anything as she smiled at her nephew.
“Bonne nuit. Dors bien.” She said with her usual soothing tone.
“Bonne nuit,” Rhydian mumbled back, the French clumsier and clunkier on his tongue than on his aunt’s. He watched her walk away before settling down into the cot well under the blankets.
He turned away from Maggie, gathering the blankets into a cocoon around himself so she wouldn’t be able to see his phone as he began to look through her file. Unfortunately though, Rhydian gleaned nothing that interesting about Maggie from it. At least nothing that could possibly explain the strange passing of magic from her body to his. She seemed to have some sort of autoimmune disease that kept her weakened and was probably the reason her Mums got nervous when she was sick. Rhydian found little explanation for anything in that fact, but it did strike Rhydian as strange none the less. It was startlingly muggle, witches and wizards were usually more fortified than that. But then again, her mother seemed to be having a turbulent pregnancy. Maybe there was a blight on her blood line. Something akin to a blood curse.
By the time Rhydian was done sorting through the file though, his eyes were strained from staring at the screen of his phone. He also knew he had to get to sleep soon before he could begin to see spirits again while the potion was still fresh in his body. So the Slytherin close his eyes, and did his best to find sleep. It didn’t take long, after how he had exerted his body and his magic, but his sleep was not at all restful. Instead Rhydian fitted about. He tangled in his sheets, jerked his limbs until he flipped on his belly, with a spindly arm hanging off his cott. He grumbled in his sleep, arm and wrist and fingers tensing before splaying as if he was reaching for something in his sleep. His fingers found purchase eventually, brushing against those of Maggie who slept in a similar position on her own cott.
The touch dragged him away from his current nightmare, one full of death and spirits and endless darkness into something different. A different dream, a different time, a different body. . .
A young man drawled lazily on a chaise, his body long, strong, and lean, not unlike that of the jaguar the mask he currently wore was fashioned after. He waited impatiently for something, anything, to happen. He dreaded spring time if only for the endless balls and parties and celebrations it brought with it. Fun at first, as it always was, but taxing all the same. Functions like this, in the young man’s opinion, were only as fun as the drink and witches it provided. But this masquerade, a birthday for her dear aunt, was to be no such thing. Instead it was to be a stuffy affair were witches would take turns strutting around in their too expensive robes, while the wizards fretted around them nervously trying to work up the courage to ask for a dance.
“The Burkes will be there,” His mother had said earlier that day during lunch. As if that was a reason he should be there. As if that was a reason that shouldn’t send him running in the other direction. Everyone knew the Burkes were a family with too many daughters and not enough heirs. They were terribly inbred and in need of new blood. It had sent them off the continent and into the isles in search of husbands for their daughters. And as the heir to a vast fortune with an ancient pureblooded family name, it put a target on the young man’s back for the Burke’s to take aim at.
He had rolled his eyes at his mother, bitched, and moaned, and even tried to escape to the neighboring muggle village’s tavern, but his brothers had hauled his ass back to the estate in record time, scrubbed him clean and quite literally tossed him into a new set of all black dress robes. Black and violet were his families' colors, it was customary they all stoke to those tones.
“Aeryn, my boy, cheer up,” His father crooned beside him now as guests began to arrive, slowly filling the ballroom located in the west wing of their estate. It was a grand thing to others, but plain Aeryn who had grown up playing with his brothers in the biggest room of their home. It’s gleaming marble floors, and long black velvet curtains that covered the floor to ceiling stained glass windows were the foundation of his childhood. It felt strange every time he saw them dressed up with bows of violets, daffodils and and forsythia and ribbon in celebration of the yearly Ostara ball his family held. The older man clapped his son’s shoulder before urging him up from the chaise.
“Why don’t you go take a walk, greet some of the guests.” He urged. His youngest of his five sons was not his heir, but it did not lessen his importance in his father’s eyes. He needed Aeryn to marry well and marry quick, before his wild streak could cause any real damage to their family’s reputation. Marriage would distract Aeryn, at least for a bit.
Aeryn sighed, but headed his father. Anything was better than being here. He rose and stalked from the room, people naturally pushing out his way once they sensed the ire leaking from the tall form. Aeryn soon found himself in one of the open air corridors overlooking the atrium of the estate. Guest would enter through the front gates, cross the stone bridge to the estate proper, push through the lifted armored door and into this enclosed space that lead to the west wing.
He saw her enter alone.
She stood out from her sheer plainness alone at first. Long mousy colored hair, unremarkable but different from the rest if only because it was allowed to flow freely down her back rather than pinned up in an ornate braid like a proper lady. Aeryn straightened from where he had been leaning against a stone pillar and began to walk along the corridor, his eyes following her from over the rail. Her dress was from at the very least two seasons ago. Pretty in it’s shade, and well made, but again plain. It lacked the ornateness those with money valued. Certainly not something suitable for a ball. Knowing his parents and the company they kept, Aeryn knew they would have never invited a family that couldn’t afford to properly outfit their daughter for a ball.
Aeryn watched her disappear beneath a stone archway he knew would lead into the entrance hall of the west wing. Aeryn’s pae picked up then as he walked swiftly to the end of the corridor and took the spiraling stairs down to the main level. The staircase emptied out into an aclove in the corridor neighboring that of the entrance hall the witch would have entered through. He pushed into the crowd of guests moving lazily towards the ballroom that at this point had to be at least half full. He zigzagged through the crowd ignoring the polite hellos and beckoning of familiar faces until he spotted that girl again by the pink of her dress. He followed after her, long legs eating up the space between them before he had finally reached her. She looked up at him from behind a pale mask, her eyes the color of a clear autumn sky. He paused, taken aback by the brightness of their color for a moment. But only a moment. Aeryn, since he was but fourteen had been a rouge through and through. And at twenty, he would not be tripped up by a pretty pair of eyes just yet. He grinned, his usual charming crooked grin at the witch.
“Sneaking about are you?” Aeryn asked doing his beast to look casual and as out of place as the girl herself. He needed to know what she was doing here. It was bound to be leagues more fun than anything anyone else here was up to. Now that he was closer to her, he notticed her hair asn’t so plain. It was a richer shade of brown that he had originally thought, full and waving down her back. Her dress though out of season and plain, was well tailored. His eyes moved down her body, admiring the curves it displayed. How fitting for a Spring festival that honored a fertility goddess.
“N-no. Just… looking for the water closet.” She answered. Aeryn held back a laugh. What high standing lady admitted to something like that? None, that was who. She wasn’t one of them, wasn’t meant to be here and it filled him with excitement.
“Too bad. I could have used a sneaking partner.” He laughed, his tone bright and genuine, making his strange eyes sparkle in the eye holes of his mask. Just as she was about to take a step closer, another man, a good deal older, came around the pillar, clapping a hand down on the Aeryn’s shoulder.
“Here you are! Come, my son. I have found the most lovely young lady, you must come introduce yourself.”
“Hello Father. I’m afraid I’m already having a nice chat with this-”
“Nonsense!” The older man shook his head, not even acknowledging the witch in front of them. “This girl is a Burke.”
Without waiting for an answer, his father used his grasp upon Aeryn’s shoulder to steer him away. He looked back over his shoulder to find the girl’s eyes on them and gave her a wink. Maybe it was the lighting, her dress, or her mask, but Aeryn could have sworn she blushed. He would see her again before the night was over. He would make sure of it.
Follow Your Own Beat
As it turned out, Rhydian was not a terrible person to make a truce with. Maggie found this out shortly after she’d managed to spill ink all over her Charms notes one morning and griped loudly at Hadley for not taking notes in the first place. A notebook had dropped seemingly from the sky, when in reality it had come from just a bit down the table and Maggie automatically noticed the untidy scrawl inside the bent pages. She turned her head, staring down the Slytherin table to where Rhydian was sitting with Owena, headphones around his neck. She held up the notebook but he just shrugged, mimed writing things down, and then went back to eating his breakfast like it was no big deal. They had been getting along better in Potions as well and while they hadn’t come in first with the big project, they had at least beat Hubler where their grade was concerned. It was enough to keep them both passing at least, something Maggie had definitely needed considering Potions was by far not her best subject. With it behind them, there wasn’t really any need for the pair to force themselves together aside from Potions. However, Maggie found that she actually didn’t entirely mind that Rhydian was stuck joining the Nugget Club, his presence no longer bothering her like it had before. To the club’s benefit it turned out that Rhydian’s guitar was definitely not all for show like it might have been for a lot of teenage guys. He was actually quite adept at playing it, making easy work of the music place in front of him to help teach the other students who still struggled along. The only other guitarist in the group was a girl who had experience with something called a lyre, she was still working hard on her fingering and keeping up with Rhydian. At this rate, Maggie would be surprised if they were able to manage to get anyone else to play in the musical in time and they might just have to try to convince Rhydian to do it despite his prior refusal.
Maggie pulled out her quill and notepad, starting to copy down Rhydian’s notes, more used to trying to decipher his handwriting now than she would have been if they hadn’t worked together on the potions project. The warning bell that breakfast would be over soon and they needed to start to get ready for classes sounded and Maggie began packing her things up. She’d have to finish the notes later and hope Rhydian didn’t need them back too soon. They didn’t have Charms until tomorrow and if she was lucky, she’d have time to study tonight for the quiz they were scheduled for. Hadley huffed, not quite as keen on making up with Rhydian as Maggie had been. She had thought it was ridiculous to get the boy new headphones in the first place, and while Maggie had given him ones with cat ears, it seemed that the Slytherin boy actually liked them anyway. She’d scoffed, said it was stupid and that he was still a pervert. She’d never forgive him for popping a boner near her cousin. Owena on the other hand, seemed pleased with the gift, giving Maggie an approving nod the evening after she’d given them to Rhydian.
“He likes cats. They work better than his old ones too.” Owena had stated simply as she’d run a brush through her own red locks. And that was that. Maggie and Owena were back to where they had been before, amicable but not exactly friends. She knew the other Hufflepuff was watching her though, making sure she wasn’t going to back track and do something else horrendous to her brother, but Maggie had no intention of that. At least, for now. The guilt she had felt seeing Rhydian’s face after she’d cut the cord of his headphones had been enough to make her feel so… gross. It had been one thing when they’d been playing pranks on even ground, shooting spells at one another and yelling in the hallways, but… she’d gone just a little too far. It was a line she shouldn’t have placed her toes over and in doing so, she’d found that she was tired of picking on Rhydian. In most ways, at least. She still jibed him a bit now and then, liking the way his cheeks got red when she irritated him, just a little bit.
The day of classes passed by as they usually did and by the time dinner rolled around, Maggie was exhausted. Her hair was starting to fuzz on top of her head despite her efforts to keep it down and her feet were dragging. It had been a long, long day with a pop quiz in Transfiguration and they had started practicing how to do a patronus in DADA. That had been the most taxing bit for Maggie, trying to concentrate on a good memory and then pushing herself to try and make even just a bit of silver burst from the tip of her wand. She had glanced at Rhydian across the room, working with Owena who had yet to perfect her own but was doing much better than the rest of the class already. Rhydian wasn’t even trying, which made Maggie a bit frustrated. She remembered how he had repelled the dementors in the forest in a way that had seemed to… easy. If he could do it, why couldn’t she? Of course, it was an advanced spell, something even grown wizards struggled with and to expect a classroom full of fourteen year olds to manage it was a bit much. However, it was part of their curriculum and the professor kept up a steady stream of encouragement. After all, the professor had learned the spell in his own fourth year when he’d joined a dangerous underground Defense club called Dumbledore’s Army right before the war had become a reality.
Maggie was tired of trying to think of her most happy memory but that didn’t stop her from seeing the bright blue parchment hung up on the bulletin board outside the Great Hall. She stopped, staring up at it before she was grabbing hold of the back of Hadley’s robes, tugging on her before she could go into dinner.
“Hads, look.” Maggie pointed up at the flier, an announcement for band auditions with an older student. She watched as her cousin’s blue eyes lit up as she read the paper as well, realizing exactly what it was for.
“They’re looking for a drummer.”
“Yeah. And a guitarist and a bassist.” Maggie grinned, reaching up to take a stub off the bottom of the parchment. It had the time and location of the auditions, an empty classroom on the first floor. She handed the stub to Hadley. “You should try out.”
“You bet your ass.” Hadley grinned back at her and shoved the stub into the pocket of her robes. Maggie took a second stub and stored it away in her own, just in case Hadley lost hers. The auditions would be that Saturday morning, just a few days away. She’d have to make sure Hadley woke up in time to get to them and that her drumsticks were nicely polished for a good impression. Maggie was well aware how much her best mate wanted to play in a band, not just in the club where the music was chosen for them, but in an honest to goodness rock band. Where they could make their own music and she could play her own beats, go wild in a way she couldn’t when playing with the club.
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Rhydian had only just started to look through the pictures he had just taken when Maggie turned towards him. He heard the distinct sound of cotton sheets shifting around each other before his eyes found her. They were a startling violet right now, not a touch of silver to his irises as there usually was seeing as he had literally just taken his potion. He looked her over, her read hair poking out form the top of her blanket cocoon. Her eyes looked misty, not in confusion, but with sickliness. It reminded Rhydian of someone with a bad bought of the flu. But that wasn’t what had happened to Maggie was it? No she had nearly drowned and potentially got some ribs broken. Oh. . . right. He should probably ask her about that. He hoped he hadn’t broken them, annoying or not, Rhydian didn’t want to cause the Hufflepuff beside him bodily harm.
“Mm? My parents?” Rhydian hadn’t thought too much about it. Depending on how Tante explained it to his parents would determine how angry they’d be.
Well, angry wasn’t really the right word, at least for his mum. She’d be worried about him, if he was going to get sick from going in such cold water, or why he had been there with only one other person in the first place? His father, assuming Louis was actually home to hear about what happened in a timely manner, would be more direct about things. ‘Rhydian we talked about this,’ he’d say, ‘Girls and boats don’t mix.’ He wasn’t hurt after all, there would be no wounds to redirect his family to in order to avoid the misunderstanding. If only he were capable of getting a girl to hang out with him one-on-one. This had been different, he was tutoring Maggie.
“My mum will probably ring me up everyday for the next week to make sure I’m not sick.” He sighed, already feeling exasperated. “My father, if he’s home, will probably be mad at me. They have weird rules about water and boats. . .” Rhydian kind of muttered the last part, not really wanting to be pressed too much about that particular expectation his parents put on him.
“My father though is always mad at me,” Rhydian said with a sort thinking of Louis’ disapproving face, “So nothing new on that front. What about your folks?” Rhydian said refocusing the conversation on the redhead.
“Reckon they’ll storm the Great Hall?” He asked. “You said they were overbearing.” Maybe they’d even bring her home for a bit till they could assure she was better. Rhydian wished he had such an option. He had grown more used to Hogwarts in the last few years, he didn’t cry on the platform now, but it still was never as comfortable as home.
Follow Your Own Beat
As it turned out, Rhydian was not a terrible person to make a truce with. Maggie found this out shortly after she’d managed to spill ink all over her Charms notes one morning and griped loudly at Hadley for not taking notes in the first place. A notebook had dropped seemingly from the sky, when in reality it had come from just a bit down the table and Maggie automatically noticed the untidy scrawl inside the bent pages. She turned her head, staring down the Slytherin table to where Rhydian was sitting with Owena, headphones around his neck. She held up the notebook but he just shrugged, mimed writing things down, and then went back to eating his breakfast like it was no big deal. They had been getting along better in Potions as well and while they hadn’t come in first with the big project, they had at least beat Hubler where their grade was concerned. It was enough to keep them both passing at least, something Maggie had definitely needed considering Potions was by far not her best subject. With it behind them, there wasn’t really any need for the pair to force themselves together aside from Potions. However, Maggie found that she actually didn’t entirely mind that Rhydian was stuck joining the Nugget Club, his presence no longer bothering her like it had before. To the club’s benefit it turned out that Rhydian’s guitar was definitely not all for show like it might have been for a lot of teenage guys. He was actually quite adept at playing it, making easy work of the music place in front of him to help teach the other students who still struggled along. The only other guitarist in the group was a girl who had experience with something called a lyre, she was still working hard on her fingering and keeping up with Rhydian. At this rate, Maggie would be surprised if they were able to manage to get anyone else to play in the musical in time and they might just have to try to convince Rhydian to do it despite his prior refusal.
Maggie pulled out her quill and notepad, starting to copy down Rhydian’s notes, more used to trying to decipher his handwriting now than she would have been if they hadn’t worked together on the potions project. The warning bell that breakfast would be over soon and they needed to start to get ready for classes sounded and Maggie began packing her things up. She’d have to finish the notes later and hope Rhydian didn’t need them back too soon. They didn’t have Charms until tomorrow and if she was lucky, she’d have time to study tonight for the quiz they were scheduled for. Hadley huffed, not quite as keen on making up with Rhydian as Maggie had been. She had thought it was ridiculous to get the boy new headphones in the first place, and while Maggie had given him ones with cat ears, it seemed that the Slytherin boy actually liked them anyway. She’d scoffed, said it was stupid and that he was still a pervert. She’d never forgive him for popping a boner near her cousin. Owena on the other hand, seemed pleased with the gift, giving Maggie an approving nod the evening after she’d given them to Rhydian.
“He likes cats. They work better than his old ones too.” Owena had stated simply as she’d run a brush through her own red locks. And that was that. Maggie and Owena were back to where they had been before, amicable but not exactly friends. She knew the other Hufflepuff was watching her though, making sure she wasn’t going to back track and do something else horrendous to her brother, but Maggie had no intention of that. At least, for now. The guilt she had felt seeing Rhydian’s face after she’d cut the cord of his headphones had been enough to make her feel so… gross. It had been one thing when they’d been playing pranks on even ground, shooting spells at one another and yelling in the hallways, but… she’d gone just a little too far. It was a line she shouldn’t have placed her toes over and in doing so, she’d found that she was tired of picking on Rhydian. In most ways, at least. She still jibed him a bit now and then, liking the way his cheeks got red when she irritated him, just a little bit.
The day of classes passed by as they usually did and by the time dinner rolled around, Maggie was exhausted. Her hair was starting to fuzz on top of her head despite her efforts to keep it down and her feet were dragging. It had been a long, long day with a pop quiz in Transfiguration and they had started practicing how to do a patronus in DADA. That had been the most taxing bit for Maggie, trying to concentrate on a good memory and then pushing herself to try and make even just a bit of silver burst from the tip of her wand. She had glanced at Rhydian across the room, working with Owena who had yet to perfect her own but was doing much better than the rest of the class already. Rhydian wasn’t even trying, which made Maggie a bit frustrated. She remembered how he had repelled the dementors in the forest in a way that had seemed to… easy. If he could do it, why couldn’t she? Of course, it was an advanced spell, something even grown wizards struggled with and to expect a classroom full of fourteen year olds to manage it was a bit much. However, it was part of their curriculum and the professor kept up a steady stream of encouragement. After all, the professor had learned the spell in his own fourth year when he’d joined a dangerous underground Defense club called Dumbledore’s Army right before the war had become a reality.
Maggie was tired of trying to think of her most happy memory but that didn’t stop her from seeing the bright blue parchment hung up on the bulletin board outside the Great Hall. She stopped, staring up at it before she was grabbing hold of the back of Hadley’s robes, tugging on her before she could go into dinner.
“Hads, look.” Maggie pointed up at the flier, an announcement for band auditions with an older student. She watched as her cousin’s blue eyes lit up as she read the paper as well, realizing exactly what it was for.
“They’re looking for a drummer.”
“Yeah. And a guitarist and a bassist.” Maggie grinned, reaching up to take a stub off the bottom of the parchment. It had the time and location of the auditions, an empty classroom on the first floor. She handed the stub to Hadley. “You should try out.”
“You bet your ass.” Hadley grinned back at her and shoved the stub into the pocket of her robes. Maggie took a second stub and stored it away in her own, just in case Hadley lost hers. The auditions would be that Saturday morning, just a few days away. She’d have to make sure Hadley woke up in time to get to them and that her drumsticks were nicely polished for a good impression. Maggie was well aware how much her best mate wanted to play in a band, not just in the club where the music was chosen for them, but in an honest to goodness rock band. Where they could make their own music and she could play her own beats, go wild in a way she couldn’t when playing with the club.
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“Good,” Rhydian muttered as he gave the redhead a stiff nod. The two then fell into an awkward silence and Rhydian’s eyes fell away from her face. A hand bent up to play uncomfortably with the too long hair at the back of his neck wondering what in the world was he to say to her now. He had questions for her, mostly about what had happened before her almost drowning. When they had done the Patronus spell together. When her magic invaded him. What the hell had that been, was it related to why she had passed out? He had done something similar when they were in the forest, but his patronus had been using his magic to fight off three dementors, hers had only been corporal a handful of seconds.
“Why do you th-” But before Rhydian could get the question out his Aunt had returned. He didn’t want to ask his question in front of his aunt, it was still . . .new to Rhydian and strange. It felt private, something only between him and Maggie. She had new vials of medicine in her hands. None of which looked like his or pepper-up potion. What in the world were they then? Victorie had tied her hair back away from her face when she was fetching the potions, her blonde waves trailing down her back but a few way ward pieces still insisted on curling around her face. She looked tired, his aunt.
So it wasn’t a surprise when she dismissed him from Maggie’s bedside to go fetch his own potion which was already in a vial most likely on his aunt’s desk. There was no reason after all for Victorie to oversee something she trusted her nephew to do on his own when there could be a student with broken ribs in front her. Rhydian nodded his understanding and crossed the infirmary to his Aunt’s office. He peered around the dimly lit space before eyes the familiar iridescent liquid shining silver in the mall glass bottle sitting atop his Aunt’s desk.
Her work space was a mess as usual. stack of paper and potions applies lumped together in some form of organized chaos only his Tante herself would understand. The pictures of their family, namely her wedding photo and the photo of her and Teddy’s daughter, his cousin Olivia, were pushed to the back of the desk against the stone wall. Rhydian eyed briefly the pages on top of the desk, noting the Saint Mungos seal on most of them. She must still be working on projects for the Wizarding hospital then, Rhydian realized, on top of her full time Hogwarts commitments. Over working herself once again it seemed.
Rhydian took his potion, even brought it up about to uncork it, but then an idea came to mind. One that might help him quell the curiosity gnawing at his insides. He pocketed the vial and then crossed the office to the back of the room were a massive, floor to ceiling, room length filing cabinet sat. It had all the current Hogwarts’ students’ information in there, each student having a personal and medical history file the Matron used to make sure her students kept in good health. Maybe if he found Maggie’s it would have some answers about why her magic and his mixed like that. If that was even what it was.
The Slytherin peered out of the office door, making sure his aunt was still distracted. Maggie’s privacy curtain was still closed, and he could see the glow of his aunt’s wand from behind it, casting ghostly silhouettes of the two witches forms against the curtain. Good. Rhydian closed and locked the office door. Luckily for him, Victorie was more meticulous and neat when it came to record keeping and it took only moments for Rhydian to locate the cabinet housing the second half of surnames beginning with ‘S’. He pulled out his wand before whispering,
“Accio, Stonfrye file.” Three files came flying out of the drawers before flopping down into Rhydian’s waiting arms. He straightened them out and quickly sorted through, reading the names off the top tab of each file. Stonefyre, Hadley. Rhydian grimaced. Stonefyre, Madeline. Stonefyre, Magnolia. Beneath ‘Magnolia’ ‘Maggie’ was scribbled onto the file in his aunt’s familiar hand. Magnolia. That was an interesting name, he hadn’t realized Maggie was short for anything. He thought Maggie, a boring Irish name suited a bring Irish witch just fine. Well. . .she had a giant snake. Maybe boring wasn’t a fair description of her.
Rhydian replaced Maggie’s cousins’ files before flipping hers open. Name, date of birth, all the basics, Rhydian noted with disinterest. He flipped through until he came to medical history, this might be useful. Fuck, he had forgotten to keep track of time. Rhydian looked to the clock on the far wall and pulled out his phone, taking a picture of the documents instead of reading through them now. And lucky he did so for as he was closing the cabinet, His Aunt was rattling the door.
“Rhydian,” Vic called. Rhydian ran over to the door and pulled it open.
“Why’d you lock the door?” she asked her features pinched up into a shrewd look.
“Oh, I was looking for some underwear,” Rhydian lied easily. He was used to it. Used to covering for his sister, used to having to pretend he wasn’t being tormented by the souls of the damned. His aunt didn’t seem sold, but after not finding anything amiss in her quick scan of the room, she couldn’t exactly accuse him of anything either.
Rhydian swept past her, out the door and back towards Maggie. He picked the cot next to hers knowing it would be easier for his aunt in the long run to keep an eye on them and then change the beds after if they were closer together rather than an infirmary apart. Rhydian and Maggie would have a few moments together before his Aunt would return to administer more care. But eve so Rhydian didn’t know what to say to her, at least not before he finished reading her file. Instead, he took his potion before relaxing back onto the cot, depositing the glass bottle on the little wooden table beside his cot.
Follow Your Own Beat
As it turned out, Rhydian was not a terrible person to make a truce with. Maggie found this out shortly after she’d managed to spill ink all over her Charms notes one morning and griped loudly at Hadley for not taking notes in the first place. A notebook had dropped seemingly from the sky, when in reality it had come from just a bit down the table and Maggie automatically noticed the untidy scrawl inside the bent pages. She turned her head, staring down the Slytherin table to where Rhydian was sitting with Owena, headphones around his neck. She held up the notebook but he just shrugged, mimed writing things down, and then went back to eating his breakfast like it was no big deal. They had been getting along better in Potions as well and while they hadn’t come in first with the big project, they had at least beat Hubler where their grade was concerned. It was enough to keep them both passing at least, something Maggie had definitely needed considering Potions was by far not her best subject. With it behind them, there wasn’t really any need for the pair to force themselves together aside from Potions. However, Maggie found that she actually didn’t entirely mind that Rhydian was stuck joining the Nugget Club, his presence no longer bothering her like it had before. To the club’s benefit it turned out that Rhydian’s guitar was definitely not all for show like it might have been for a lot of teenage guys. He was actually quite adept at playing it, making easy work of the music place in front of him to help teach the other students who still struggled along. The only other guitarist in the group was a girl who had experience with something called a lyre, she was still working hard on her fingering and keeping up with Rhydian. At this rate, Maggie would be surprised if they were able to manage to get anyone else to play in the musical in time and they might just have to try to convince Rhydian to do it despite his prior refusal.
Maggie pulled out her quill and notepad, starting to copy down Rhydian’s notes, more used to trying to decipher his handwriting now than she would have been if they hadn’t worked together on the potions project. The warning bell that breakfast would be over soon and they needed to start to get ready for classes sounded and Maggie began packing her things up. She’d have to finish the notes later and hope Rhydian didn’t need them back too soon. They didn’t have Charms until tomorrow and if she was lucky, she’d have time to study tonight for the quiz they were scheduled for. Hadley huffed, not quite as keen on making up with Rhydian as Maggie had been. She had thought it was ridiculous to get the boy new headphones in the first place, and while Maggie had given him ones with cat ears, it seemed that the Slytherin boy actually liked them anyway. She’d scoffed, said it was stupid and that he was still a pervert. She’d never forgive him for popping a boner near her cousin. Owena on the other hand, seemed pleased with the gift, giving Maggie an approving nod the evening after she’d given them to Rhydian.
“He likes cats. They work better than his old ones too.” Owena had stated simply as she’d run a brush through her own red locks. And that was that. Maggie and Owena were back to where they had been before, amicable but not exactly friends. She knew the other Hufflepuff was watching her though, making sure she wasn’t going to back track and do something else horrendous to her brother, but Maggie had no intention of that. At least, for now. The guilt she had felt seeing Rhydian’s face after she’d cut the cord of his headphones had been enough to make her feel so… gross. It had been one thing when they’d been playing pranks on even ground, shooting spells at one another and yelling in the hallways, but… she’d gone just a little too far. It was a line she shouldn’t have placed her toes over and in doing so, she’d found that she was tired of picking on Rhydian. In most ways, at least. She still jibed him a bit now and then, liking the way his cheeks got red when she irritated him, just a little bit.
The day of classes passed by as they usually did and by the time dinner rolled around, Maggie was exhausted. Her hair was starting to fuzz on top of her head despite her efforts to keep it down and her feet were dragging. It had been a long, long day with a pop quiz in Transfiguration and they had started practicing how to do a patronus in DADA. That had been the most taxing bit for Maggie, trying to concentrate on a good memory and then pushing herself to try and make even just a bit of silver burst from the tip of her wand. She had glanced at Rhydian across the room, working with Owena who had yet to perfect her own but was doing much better than the rest of the class already. Rhydian wasn’t even trying, which made Maggie a bit frustrated. She remembered how he had repelled the dementors in the forest in a way that had seemed to… easy. If he could do it, why couldn’t she? Of course, it was an advanced spell, something even grown wizards struggled with and to expect a classroom full of fourteen year olds to manage it was a bit much. However, it was part of their curriculum and the professor kept up a steady stream of encouragement. After all, the professor had learned the spell in his own fourth year when he’d joined a dangerous underground Defense club called Dumbledore’s Army right before the war had become a reality.
Maggie was tired of trying to think of her most happy memory but that didn’t stop her from seeing the bright blue parchment hung up on the bulletin board outside the Great Hall. She stopped, staring up at it before she was grabbing hold of the back of Hadley’s robes, tugging on her before she could go into dinner.
“Hads, look.” Maggie pointed up at the flier, an announcement for band auditions with an older student. She watched as her cousin’s blue eyes lit up as she read the paper as well, realizing exactly what it was for.
“They’re looking for a drummer.”
“Yeah. And a guitarist and a bassist.” Maggie grinned, reaching up to take a stub off the bottom of the parchment. It had the time and location of the auditions, an empty classroom on the first floor. She handed the stub to Hadley. “You should try out.”
“You bet your ass.” Hadley grinned back at her and shoved the stub into the pocket of her robes. Maggie took a second stub and stored it away in her own, just in case Hadley lost hers. The auditions would be that Saturday morning, just a few days away. She’d have to make sure Hadley woke up in time to get to them and that her drumsticks were nicely polished for a good impression. Maggie was well aware how much her best mate wanted to play in a band, not just in the club where the music was chosen for them, but in an honest to goodness rock band. Where they could make their own music and she could play her own beats, go wild in a way she couldn’t when playing with the club.
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Rhydian’s back straightened slightly at the mention of his mother, knowing he would be in trouble if his aunt assumed something about what Rhydian was doing out in the boat house with Maggie and word got back to his parents.
Rhydian, like his sisters, had been given the augmented version of the ‘boys and boats’ talk. His parents were terrified their children would wind up having to put their dreams on hold like they did in order to manage the result of some premarital boat-rocking, but the thought of ever doing something like that with Maggie of all people left a sour taste in his mouth. He remembered how she had positively freaked out when he got that accidental boner and cringed. He would never let the red head near his junk again. No, if he was going to knock someone up on the lake, it certainly wasn’t going to be someone as prissy, flat-chested, and annoying as Maggie Stonefyre.
The slytherin snatched up the pajamas and towel shoved at him and turned quickly to go change. He would deal with the barrage of questions he was sure to receive after the violent shuttering had stopped. Once in the privacy of the bathroom, Rhydian stripped quickly after placing his phone, wand, and headphones safely on the edge of the sink. The clothes, heavy with frigid water sloshed as they hit the floor, the impact releasing some of the liquid trapped inside. His boxers went with the rest of the clothes, so thoroughly soaked through before Rhydian was pulling on the soft pajamas.
The pajamas were made of a soft, warm flannel, and if the laundry weren’t handled so thoroughly by the elves, Rhydian would have loved to keep a pair. However, he knew that such a thing wouldn’t be happening. The elves were perfectionists when it came to cooking and laundry. He was sure as he left the soaked clothes in the wicker basket in the corner of the loo that they would be returned to him, clean, dry, and folded on his bed in the next day or two.
Rhydian padded out of the bathroom with his valuables in one hand and boots in the other as he looped around the corner to the supplies cabinet where he helped himself to two pairs of socks that were kept on hand. Rhydian put his stuff down just long enough to double up the socks and stick his feet into his mercifully dry boots before heading back out to where he had deposited Maggie onto one of the first cots they saw.
He paused in the middle of the row of cots as he noticed the curtains drawn around Maggie’s. He was quiet for a moment before the slosh of wet clothes hit the floor. Rhydian watched as soaked skirt, after skirt hit the floor by his aunt’s feet. That was all he could see with the curtains drawn, not that he wanted to see more! But even with the curtains drawn, Rhydian’s cheeks still heated and he looked away from the covered cot when he realized the last piece of clothing had hit the floor.
It took a few minutes, but soon Victorie was opening the curtains back up and depositing the wet clothes into one of the many wicker baskets placed around the infirmary. He watched her march back to her station, flick through the cabinets for a particular vile then return to Maggie to administer it. Rhydian came closer at this point, just enough to peak around the dividing curtain to see steam blow out of the redhead’s ears. Pepper-up potion, Rhydian realized. He recognized it from when his sisters would annually get ill after returning to muggle school in the Fall when they were little. Rhydian’s concern for Maggie returned, how could she already be sick enough to run a fever? She must have been sick before, but. . . she had seemed fine to Rhydian. He thought that strange warmth she always had about her was just part of her biology. That was what she had told them when they were huddled together in the tree.
Unfortunately for Rhydian though, he was the next on his Tante’s patient list. Victorie approached him looking none too pleased as she came to stand in front of him with her hands on her hips in that way she had when she was about to reprimand one of the Weasley children. The Slytherin inched back from her disapproving gaze as she questioned him.
“We were practicing patronesses.” Rhydian tried to explain but the hard set of Victorie’s mouth demanded a better explanation. “I don’t. . . I don’t hate her. She needed help, and we had just called a truce when she replaced my headphones,” He explained. “It wasn’t supposed to be just us, but Maggie’s cousin flaked and Wena had too much coursework.”
“Why the lake?” Victorie repeated her tone stern. Didn’t her nephew know just how dangerous falling into cold water could be? She knew full well how hard her brother and sister-in-law worked at teaching their children how to be safe around the water.
“It’s easier,” Rhydian sighed, “My potions are fading quicker, another growth spurt I guess.” He shrugged, uncomfortable talking about it because now it was going to become, ‘Well why didn’t you tell me?’ and ‘Rhydian you ought to be more responsible’.
“I had to do CPR on her,” Rhydian interrupted his aunt before she could lay into him. Victorie’s eyes widened a fraction, and concern replaced the irritation she was feeling at her nephew for his rule breaking.
“I was rough with her.” He said quickly, his voice growing higher as he remembered how worried he’d been for Maggie. “It was so scary, Tante, she had stopped breathing, her lips were going blue.”
“How long was she under?” Victorie asked, but Rhydian shook his head.
“I’m not sure, but she was up and talking after. I’m worried about her ribs.” The Slytherin rattled on. Victorie’s face softened further as she listened to Rhdyian. Her nephew was so similar to how his parents were at this age; guarded and rough edged, but inside Rhydian had a large heart and gooey center. Despite all the issues he’d had this year with Maggie, he was still willing to help her with classwork and risk himself in saving her.
“You’re a good boy, Rhydian.” Victorie said in a much softer voice, causing Rhydian to pause and look up at his aunt, surprised in her sudden shift in demeanor. She kissed his head as she swept past him, heading back towards the supply closet to fetch socks and an extra blanket for Maggie.
As Victorie moved past him, Rhydian’s attention went back to the Hufflepuff. He approached her slowly, thinking of how small and fragile the usually tall girl looked under the pillows and blankets. Her skin looked pale and clammy, but the pepper-up potion had returned some color to her lips and cheeks at least. He came to stand by her bed, weighing the words and her anticipated reactions in her head before he decided on his question.
“Are you okay?” He asked quietly.. He wanted to know why she had a fever after such a short amount of time but the simple question was all that he could get out.
Follow Your Own Beat
As it turned out, Rhydian was not a terrible person to make a truce with. Maggie found this out shortly after she’d managed to spill ink all over her Charms notes one morning and griped loudly at Hadley for not taking notes in the first place. A notebook had dropped seemingly from the sky, when in reality it had come from just a bit down the table and Maggie automatically noticed the untidy scrawl inside the bent pages. She turned her head, staring down the Slytherin table to where Rhydian was sitting with Owena, headphones around his neck. She held up the notebook but he just shrugged, mimed writing things down, and then went back to eating his breakfast like it was no big deal. They had been getting along better in Potions as well and while they hadn’t come in first with the big project, they had at least beat Hubler where their grade was concerned. It was enough to keep them both passing at least, something Maggie had definitely needed considering Potions was by far not her best subject. With it behind them, there wasn’t really any need for the pair to force themselves together aside from Potions. However, Maggie found that she actually didn’t entirely mind that Rhydian was stuck joining the Nugget Club, his presence no longer bothering her like it had before. To the club’s benefit it turned out that Rhydian’s guitar was definitely not all for show like it might have been for a lot of teenage guys. He was actually quite adept at playing it, making easy work of the music place in front of him to help teach the other students who still struggled along. The only other guitarist in the group was a girl who had experience with something called a lyre, she was still working hard on her fingering and keeping up with Rhydian. At this rate, Maggie would be surprised if they were able to manage to get anyone else to play in the musical in time and they might just have to try to convince Rhydian to do it despite his prior refusal.
Maggie pulled out her quill and notepad, starting to copy down Rhydian’s notes, more used to trying to decipher his handwriting now than she would have been if they hadn’t worked together on the potions project. The warning bell that breakfast would be over soon and they needed to start to get ready for classes sounded and Maggie began packing her things up. She’d have to finish the notes later and hope Rhydian didn’t need them back too soon. They didn’t have Charms until tomorrow and if she was lucky, she’d have time to study tonight for the quiz they were scheduled for. Hadley huffed, not quite as keen on making up with Rhydian as Maggie had been. She had thought it was ridiculous to get the boy new headphones in the first place, and while Maggie had given him ones with cat ears, it seemed that the Slytherin boy actually liked them anyway. She’d scoffed, said it was stupid and that he was still a pervert. She’d never forgive him for popping a boner near her cousin. Owena on the other hand, seemed pleased with the gift, giving Maggie an approving nod the evening after she’d given them to Rhydian.
“He likes cats. They work better than his old ones too.” Owena had stated simply as she’d run a brush through her own red locks. And that was that. Maggie and Owena were back to where they had been before, amicable but not exactly friends. She knew the other Hufflepuff was watching her though, making sure she wasn’t going to back track and do something else horrendous to her brother, but Maggie had no intention of that. At least, for now. The guilt she had felt seeing Rhydian’s face after she’d cut the cord of his headphones had been enough to make her feel so… gross. It had been one thing when they’d been playing pranks on even ground, shooting spells at one another and yelling in the hallways, but… she’d gone just a little too far. It was a line she shouldn’t have placed her toes over and in doing so, she’d found that she was tired of picking on Rhydian. In most ways, at least. She still jibed him a bit now and then, liking the way his cheeks got red when she irritated him, just a little bit.
The day of classes passed by as they usually did and by the time dinner rolled around, Maggie was exhausted. Her hair was starting to fuzz on top of her head despite her efforts to keep it down and her feet were dragging. It had been a long, long day with a pop quiz in Transfiguration and they had started practicing how to do a patronus in DADA. That had been the most taxing bit for Maggie, trying to concentrate on a good memory and then pushing herself to try and make even just a bit of silver burst from the tip of her wand. She had glanced at Rhydian across the room, working with Owena who had yet to perfect her own but was doing much better than the rest of the class already. Rhydian wasn’t even trying, which made Maggie a bit frustrated. She remembered how he had repelled the dementors in the forest in a way that had seemed to… easy. If he could do it, why couldn’t she? Of course, it was an advanced spell, something even grown wizards struggled with and to expect a classroom full of fourteen year olds to manage it was a bit much. However, it was part of their curriculum and the professor kept up a steady stream of encouragement. After all, the professor had learned the spell in his own fourth year when he’d joined a dangerous underground Defense club called Dumbledore’s Army right before the war had become a reality.
Maggie was tired of trying to think of her most happy memory but that didn’t stop her from seeing the bright blue parchment hung up on the bulletin board outside the Great Hall. She stopped, staring up at it before she was grabbing hold of the back of Hadley’s robes, tugging on her before she could go into dinner.
“Hads, look.” Maggie pointed up at the flier, an announcement for band auditions with an older student. She watched as her cousin’s blue eyes lit up as she read the paper as well, realizing exactly what it was for.
“They’re looking for a drummer.”
“Yeah. And a guitarist and a bassist.” Maggie grinned, reaching up to take a stub off the bottom of the parchment. It had the time and location of the auditions, an empty classroom on the first floor. She handed the stub to Hadley. “You should try out.”
“You bet your ass.” Hadley grinned back at her and shoved the stub into the pocket of her robes. Maggie took a second stub and stored it away in her own, just in case Hadley lost hers. The auditions would be that Saturday morning, just a few days away. She’d have to make sure Hadley woke up in time to get to them and that her drumsticks were nicely polished for a good impression. Maggie was well aware how much her best mate wanted to play in a band, not just in the club where the music was chosen for them, but in an honest to goodness rock band. Where they could make their own music and she could play her own beats, go wild in a way she couldn’t when playing with the club.
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“Thank fuck.” Rhydian breathed at the sound of Maggie’s gurgled cough. He pulled back from her finally, bracing himself on three of all fours as he panted trying to catch his breath. Even though it wasn't him who had nearly drowned, his chest still ached with the cold and how hard his heart had beat at his panic. With his free hand, he wiped his face before rolling onto his side then his back.
The Slytherin panted, trying to catch his breath and slow his heart beat a he stared at the stars through the cracks in the boat house roof. His breath continued to bloom around him in smoky puffs, the cold night air chilling him through to his bones, seeming to make his entire body shiver in protest. Rhydian was always cold as it was, but sitting there in his soaked clothes may have been the coldest he’d ever been.
Rhydian turned his head as he felt the warm weight of Maggie’s hand fall on his arm. He followed up the length of her out stretched appendage to her shoulder then her face. Her lips were quickly getting their color back despite the paleness of her face, good.
“Was I supposed to let you fucking drown?” Rhydian asked with a groan as he forced his muscle to cooperate with him and sit up. Fuck he was going to freeze his balls off, his whole body was shaking. A memory flashed in his mind of how abnormally warm Maggie had been that day during the thunderstorm under the desk. That was probably why she was gaining her color back so quickly. He’d kill to have whatever magic gave her that ability right now.
The two teenagers forced themselves to their feet but neither was better for the wear. Rhydian was shaking like a laf from the cold, so hard it hurt his jaw with the way his teeth rattled. And Maggie, well, the slytherin though she was lucky to have made it as far as she had in life with the way she swayed again. The wizard gasped and lurched forward, a hand outstretched to wrench her away from whatever type of death she was hurtling towards this time, but luckily the red head caught herself.
Rhydian took the offered cloak from the wobbly Hufflepuff, already anticipating any sort of relief from the cold, but as if his father was in the room, he could feel the cool disapproving look that told him he wasn’t doing the right, gentlemanly thing. The slytherin sighed and grabbed for his wand to cast a well learned warming charm on the cloak.
“Here” Rhydian tossed the cloak back to Maggie and turned away from her, collecting his sweatshirt and pushing his boots back on. “I’ve got my hoodie.”
“I’ll fucking make sure you get to the infirmary in one god damn piece.” He told Maggie with no room for argument.
“None of that swaying and limping along bullshit either.” Rhydian said grumpily as he was slipping an arm behind Maggie’s back as he pulled one of her arms over his shoulders. He minded her ribs, knowing quite well how hard he had pushed on them during CPR.
“It’d be fucking useless if you tettered off the steps and smashed your head in on a bleeding rock after I just went through all the trouble of saving you.” He grumped between chattering teeth. Despite his words though, Rhydian was gentle. His heart was not made of stone, despite what the Slytherin may want others to think. He had just watched the Hufflepuff beside him almost die, of course he could fucking help her to the goddamn infirmary.
Follow Your Own Beat
As it turned out, Rhydian was not a terrible person to make a truce with. Maggie found this out shortly after she’d managed to spill ink all over her Charms notes one morning and griped loudly at Hadley for not taking notes in the first place. A notebook had dropped seemingly from the sky, when in reality it had come from just a bit down the table and Maggie automatically noticed the untidy scrawl inside the bent pages. She turned her head, staring down the Slytherin table to where Rhydian was sitting with Owena, headphones around his neck. She held up the notebook but he just shrugged, mimed writing things down, and then went back to eating his breakfast like it was no big deal. They had been getting along better in Potions as well and while they hadn’t come in first with the big project, they had at least beat Hubler where their grade was concerned. It was enough to keep them both passing at least, something Maggie had definitely needed considering Potions was by far not her best subject. With it behind them, there wasn’t really any need for the pair to force themselves together aside from Potions. However, Maggie found that she actually didn’t entirely mind that Rhydian was stuck joining the Nugget Club, his presence no longer bothering her like it had before. To the club’s benefit it turned out that Rhydian’s guitar was definitely not all for show like it might have been for a lot of teenage guys. He was actually quite adept at playing it, making easy work of the music place in front of him to help teach the other students who still struggled along. The only other guitarist in the group was a girl who had experience with something called a lyre, she was still working hard on her fingering and keeping up with Rhydian. At this rate, Maggie would be surprised if they were able to manage to get anyone else to play in the musical in time and they might just have to try to convince Rhydian to do it despite his prior refusal.
Maggie pulled out her quill and notepad, starting to copy down Rhydian’s notes, more used to trying to decipher his handwriting now than she would have been if they hadn’t worked together on the potions project. The warning bell that breakfast would be over soon and they needed to start to get ready for classes sounded and Maggie began packing her things up. She’d have to finish the notes later and hope Rhydian didn’t need them back too soon. They didn’t have Charms until tomorrow and if she was lucky, she’d have time to study tonight for the quiz they were scheduled for. Hadley huffed, not quite as keen on making up with Rhydian as Maggie had been. She had thought it was ridiculous to get the boy new headphones in the first place, and while Maggie had given him ones with cat ears, it seemed that the Slytherin boy actually liked them anyway. She’d scoffed, said it was stupid and that he was still a pervert. She’d never forgive him for popping a boner near her cousin. Owena on the other hand, seemed pleased with the gift, giving Maggie an approving nod the evening after she’d given them to Rhydian.
“He likes cats. They work better than his old ones too.” Owena had stated simply as she’d run a brush through her own red locks. And that was that. Maggie and Owena were back to where they had been before, amicable but not exactly friends. She knew the other Hufflepuff was watching her though, making sure she wasn’t going to back track and do something else horrendous to her brother, but Maggie had no intention of that. At least, for now. The guilt she had felt seeing Rhydian’s face after she’d cut the cord of his headphones had been enough to make her feel so… gross. It had been one thing when they’d been playing pranks on even ground, shooting spells at one another and yelling in the hallways, but… she’d gone just a little too far. It was a line she shouldn’t have placed her toes over and in doing so, she’d found that she was tired of picking on Rhydian. In most ways, at least. She still jibed him a bit now and then, liking the way his cheeks got red when she irritated him, just a little bit.
The day of classes passed by as they usually did and by the time dinner rolled around, Maggie was exhausted. Her hair was starting to fuzz on top of her head despite her efforts to keep it down and her feet were dragging. It had been a long, long day with a pop quiz in Transfiguration and they had started practicing how to do a patronus in DADA. That had been the most taxing bit for Maggie, trying to concentrate on a good memory and then pushing herself to try and make even just a bit of silver burst from the tip of her wand. She had glanced at Rhydian across the room, working with Owena who had yet to perfect her own but was doing much better than the rest of the class already. Rhydian wasn’t even trying, which made Maggie a bit frustrated. She remembered how he had repelled the dementors in the forest in a way that had seemed to… easy. If he could do it, why couldn’t she? Of course, it was an advanced spell, something even grown wizards struggled with and to expect a classroom full of fourteen year olds to manage it was a bit much. However, it was part of their curriculum and the professor kept up a steady stream of encouragement. After all, the professor had learned the spell in his own fourth year when he’d joined a dangerous underground Defense club called Dumbledore’s Army right before the war had become a reality.
Maggie was tired of trying to think of her most happy memory but that didn’t stop her from seeing the bright blue parchment hung up on the bulletin board outside the Great Hall. She stopped, staring up at it before she was grabbing hold of the back of Hadley’s robes, tugging on her before she could go into dinner.
“Hads, look.” Maggie pointed up at the flier, an announcement for band auditions with an older student. She watched as her cousin’s blue eyes lit up as she read the paper as well, realizing exactly what it was for.
“They’re looking for a drummer.”
“Yeah. And a guitarist and a bassist.” Maggie grinned, reaching up to take a stub off the bottom of the parchment. It had the time and location of the auditions, an empty classroom on the first floor. She handed the stub to Hadley. “You should try out.”
“You bet your ass.” Hadley grinned back at her and shoved the stub into the pocket of her robes. Maggie took a second stub and stored it away in her own, just in case Hadley lost hers. The auditions would be that Saturday morning, just a few days away. She’d have to make sure Hadley woke up in time to get to them and that her drumsticks were nicely polished for a good impression. Maggie was well aware how much her best mate wanted to play in a band, not just in the club where the music was chosen for them, but in an honest to goodness rock band. Where they could make their own music and she could play her own beats, go wild in a way she couldn’t when playing with the club.
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Rhydian only half watched Maggie, chewing at his abused thumb nail anxiously as he did so. His mind was at war with itself. Desperately, he wanted to just be focused on the girl’s form and spell work in front of him, he was her tutor after all, but he couldn’t shake his focus from the strange tingling sensation that lingered in his body currently. It hadn’t left him since their magic had mixed, the after effect of being a conductor he supposed. But still it felt strangely violating. Like she had accidentally seen him naked. It was vulnerable and intimate, and it hung in his body warm and foreign the way the heat from a kiss on the cheek does.
He didn’t like it. He didn’t like that he didn’t know about it, rather. He thought of his parents, a bonded pair that often did spell work together. They did spells together when they rewarded the house, and every time they communicated through their tattoos essentially. He had asked about it before, curious, but they had just shrugged and said it feels like any other spell “like fucking magic” his mother had put it bluntly. And not that what had happened with Maggie didn’t feel like magic, but it was still decidedly different. Whatever it was that was the source of their powers within them, it had mixed for a brief moment.
Rhydian shivered, it gave him chills to remember the sensation. That and it was fucking freezing out. He huffed and pulled his cloak a little tighter around him. The swirling form of a silver boa finally materializing in front of Maggie caught Rhydian’s attention though. He dropped his thumb, a smile finally coming to his face as he opened his mouth, about to congratulate Maggie. But then she swyaed and the boa dematerialized into fading sparkles. The boat house fell silent, and a knowing dread filled the pit of Rhydian’s stomach.
Maggie’s wand hit the wood of the dock with a loud smack, slicing through the heavy silence that had filled the boat house. In the next moment, she fell backwards, hard into the dark water. Rhydian reached out instinctively, calling her name, but the black, frigid water, swallowed the girl quickly. Her read hair disappeared rapidly under the water, like a flame being snuffed out.
It all happened so fast, but Rhydian had quick reflexes. He immediately hauled off his clock and hoodie in one fell swoop and kicked off his -thankfully- loosely tied boots in the next breath. He cursed those stupid frilly dresses Maggie was so fond of, as he cast ‘Lumos’ and jumped in after the Hufflepuff without a second thought. Those damned petty coats and silly ribboned aprons were probably only bringing her down faster.
The water was so cold, Rhydian’s body seized as he too began to sink. It took him a moment to regain control of his muscles, already beginning to ache with the chill of the water, but due to his panic, adrenaline began to sharpen his awareness. Fear filled him, adding to the franticness to which he ripped at the seaweed around him. The water they were in was not particularly deep, only about eight feet or so, but enough space for the seaweed and other aquatic vegetation to grow upwards reaching and tangling into itself like a miniature version of the Forbidden Forrest that surrounded the lake itself.
Rhydian wasn’t even thinking in that moment of the sharp toothed mermaids that may be hunting near by, nor the alleged Kracken that lurked within the Black Lake. All he could feel was the terror of Maggie’s looming death, all he could think was that he needed to save her. His father’s words rang loudly in his mind; “all it takes is five minutes without air to cause brain damage.” He cited this to Rhydian constantly growing up, mostly because Rhydian always fought with him about wearing a life vest. Louis taught his children to be strong swimmers, but till about eight and even now when the family took the boat far out or the water got choppy, he still saw to it his family wore life vests. They were comfortable in the water, the Weasley children, confident in their abilities, but this was a grim reminder to Rhydian now, to never trust the water completely, because so quickly, something unexpected could go wrong.
Rhydian searched desperately for a pale hand or a twirling lock of red hair in the light of his wand, but he found nothing but blackness and kelp. He was searching till his lungs burned and he grew light headed. Finally, Rhydian kicked off the murky bottom. He broke the surface of the water with a sharp intake of breath. The cold air bit his cheeks, but his own warm body and hot breath poured out steam into the air around him. It obscured his view, making it even harder to look for any bubbles that may be rising from the dark water. However, with only further dread, Rhydian spotted nothing. No air bubbles, no grasping hand. The only thing reflected off the water in the sconce light, was the light itself.
He couldn’t wait, he had to keep looking for her. So Rhydian took another deep gulp of air and went back down. This time he searched closer to the other side of the boat house, where her body may have drifted. He continued to rip up the seaweed and kelp, his search desperate and unorganized as he begged whatever deity may be listening to help him find her. He didn’t particularly like Maggie, but he didn’t hate her. And certainly not enough to be able to live with her death on his conscience. She was a human being, he would do everything he could to save her.
Mercifully, he hate something harder than the kelp. He tuned his wand light through it, and through the streams of vegetation, he saw a dainty, fair skinned hand with bluing fingertips. Fuck, he had to get her out. Rhydian grabbed at her, tugging her free with force from the seaweed that had tried to tangle into her clothes, limbs and hair. Her head, weightless, knocked gently into his chin as he brought her into his arms. Her body was completely limp and those now lavender colored eyelids were closed. Rhydian pushed up, thankful they were too deep so that he wouldn’t have to swim up with her full body weight. Maggie wasn’t particularly heavy, but Rhydian wasn’t particularly strong for his age either. That paired with their heavy, water logged clothes was a recipe for disaster.
As they broke the surface of the water, Rhydian took another gasping breath, the cold air bringing an additional ache into his chest as the burning was relived. But Maggie’s chest remained deathly still against his own. She did not gasp, her body did not even respond to the cold air. Rhydian’s panic, which had hardly been relived by finding her, grew even greater. He reached out clumsily for the side of the dock and pulled the two of them over to it where he propped Maggie’s head on his outstretched shoulder, keeping her face above water. He aimed his wand to her throat.
“Appaneo!” Rhydian cast. Her body gave a jerk and what he hoped was just water bubbled up and out of her mouth. It sloshed all over his shoulder and the side of his face, causing Rhydian to want to gag as well. But he held it together, instead focusing on getting better leverage on the dock. He got his full arm on the dock now, kind of hanging there before using every bit of his strength left to heave Maggie up onto the dock. It wasn’t particularly gentle or pretty, and her feet were still dangling off the edge, but he got her out of the water. Rhydian made quicker work pulling himself out of the water, where immediately once more his muscles seized painfully with the rapid change in temperature. He looked to Maggie where she lay where he left her. Unmoving.
“Get up, right fucking now.” Rhydian demanded as he moved closer to her. He flipped her on her back to find her face pale and her lips blue. Rhydian felt tears prickle his eyes as he tried to remember any form of CPR. He didn’t know how to do it magically, but he could do it manually. Another precaution taken by his parents due to living so close to the sea.
“C’mon Maggie, wake the fuck up!” Rhydian demanded again as he began to unclasp her clock, pushing the heavy soaked fabric off of her. He snapped off the stupid ribbon necklace around her neck and tore the front of her blouse open, not giving a single flying fuck about the what lace that peeked through. Thirty and two. Thirty and two.
“You just got that bloody spell down!” He reminded her as he started compressions. He went hard and fast, moving to the rhythm his parents made him practice till his arms hurt. Her body gave to pressure of his hands each time and he hoped he didn’t crack her ribs. A cracked rib is better than being dead though, he reminded himself.
“You worked so hard.” His voice cracked and his arm shook with the final compression before he witched to breathes. Rhydian tipped Maggie’s chin back and plugged her nose. He took a deep breath before lowering his face to hers and breathing into her. Her chest rose with his breath. She had to live, he thought to himself as he came back up for another breath before going back down. He breathed into her again. They were barely even teenagers. People our age don’t die.
Follow Your Own Beat
As it turned out, Rhydian was not a terrible person to make a truce with. Maggie found this out shortly after she’d managed to spill ink all over her Charms notes one morning and griped loudly at Hadley for not taking notes in the first place. A notebook had dropped seemingly from the sky, when in reality it had come from just a bit down the table and Maggie automatically noticed the untidy scrawl inside the bent pages. She turned her head, staring down the Slytherin table to where Rhydian was sitting with Owena, headphones around his neck. She held up the notebook but he just shrugged, mimed writing things down, and then went back to eating his breakfast like it was no big deal. They had been getting along better in Potions as well and while they hadn’t come in first with the big project, they had at least beat Hubler where their grade was concerned. It was enough to keep them both passing at least, something Maggie had definitely needed considering Potions was by far not her best subject. With it behind them, there wasn’t really any need for the pair to force themselves together aside from Potions. However, Maggie found that she actually didn’t entirely mind that Rhydian was stuck joining the Nugget Club, his presence no longer bothering her like it had before. To the club’s benefit it turned out that Rhydian’s guitar was definitely not all for show like it might have been for a lot of teenage guys. He was actually quite adept at playing it, making easy work of the music place in front of him to help teach the other students who still struggled along. The only other guitarist in the group was a girl who had experience with something called a lyre, she was still working hard on her fingering and keeping up with Rhydian. At this rate, Maggie would be surprised if they were able to manage to get anyone else to play in the musical in time and they might just have to try to convince Rhydian to do it despite his prior refusal.
Maggie pulled out her quill and notepad, starting to copy down Rhydian’s notes, more used to trying to decipher his handwriting now than she would have been if they hadn’t worked together on the potions project. The warning bell that breakfast would be over soon and they needed to start to get ready for classes sounded and Maggie began packing her things up. She’d have to finish the notes later and hope Rhydian didn’t need them back too soon. They didn’t have Charms until tomorrow and if she was lucky, she’d have time to study tonight for the quiz they were scheduled for. Hadley huffed, not quite as keen on making up with Rhydian as Maggie had been. She had thought it was ridiculous to get the boy new headphones in the first place, and while Maggie had given him ones with cat ears, it seemed that the Slytherin boy actually liked them anyway. She’d scoffed, said it was stupid and that he was still a pervert. She’d never forgive him for popping a boner near her cousin. Owena on the other hand, seemed pleased with the gift, giving Maggie an approving nod the evening after she’d given them to Rhydian.
“He likes cats. They work better than his old ones too.” Owena had stated simply as she’d run a brush through her own red locks. And that was that. Maggie and Owena were back to where they had been before, amicable but not exactly friends. She knew the other Hufflepuff was watching her though, making sure she wasn’t going to back track and do something else horrendous to her brother, but Maggie had no intention of that. At least, for now. The guilt she had felt seeing Rhydian’s face after she’d cut the cord of his headphones had been enough to make her feel so… gross. It had been one thing when they’d been playing pranks on even ground, shooting spells at one another and yelling in the hallways, but… she’d gone just a little too far. It was a line she shouldn’t have placed her toes over and in doing so, she’d found that she was tired of picking on Rhydian. In most ways, at least. She still jibed him a bit now and then, liking the way his cheeks got red when she irritated him, just a little bit.
The day of classes passed by as they usually did and by the time dinner rolled around, Maggie was exhausted. Her hair was starting to fuzz on top of her head despite her efforts to keep it down and her feet were dragging. It had been a long, long day with a pop quiz in Transfiguration and they had started practicing how to do a patronus in DADA. That had been the most taxing bit for Maggie, trying to concentrate on a good memory and then pushing herself to try and make even just a bit of silver burst from the tip of her wand. She had glanced at Rhydian across the room, working with Owena who had yet to perfect her own but was doing much better than the rest of the class already. Rhydian wasn’t even trying, which made Maggie a bit frustrated. She remembered how he had repelled the dementors in the forest in a way that had seemed to… easy. If he could do it, why couldn’t she? Of course, it was an advanced spell, something even grown wizards struggled with and to expect a classroom full of fourteen year olds to manage it was a bit much. However, it was part of their curriculum and the professor kept up a steady stream of encouragement. After all, the professor had learned the spell in his own fourth year when he’d joined a dangerous underground Defense club called Dumbledore’s Army right before the war had become a reality.
Maggie was tired of trying to think of her most happy memory but that didn’t stop her from seeing the bright blue parchment hung up on the bulletin board outside the Great Hall. She stopped, staring up at it before she was grabbing hold of the back of Hadley’s robes, tugging on her before she could go into dinner.
“Hads, look.” Maggie pointed up at the flier, an announcement for band auditions with an older student. She watched as her cousin’s blue eyes lit up as she read the paper as well, realizing exactly what it was for.
“They’re looking for a drummer.”
“Yeah. And a guitarist and a bassist.” Maggie grinned, reaching up to take a stub off the bottom of the parchment. It had the time and location of the auditions, an empty classroom on the first floor. She handed the stub to Hadley. “You should try out.”
“You bet your ass.” Hadley grinned back at her and shoved the stub into the pocket of her robes. Maggie took a second stub and stored it away in her own, just in case Hadley lost hers. The auditions would be that Saturday morning, just a few days away. She’d have to make sure Hadley woke up in time to get to them and that her drumsticks were nicely polished for a good impression. Maggie was well aware how much her best mate wanted to play in a band, not just in the club where the music was chosen for them, but in an honest to goodness rock band. Where they could make their own music and she could play her own beats, go wild in a way she couldn’t when playing with the club.
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Rhydian stumbled slightly as Maggie pounced onto him, her arms coming to wind tightly around his neck. In response, Rhydian took a step for stability and his arms came around Maggie instinctually as she jumped, but as they pressed together, he felt it again. Rhydian’s hold tightened in shock, his mind reeling from such an invasive feeling. It was like something was moving between them, some sort of energy.
She pulled back after a moment so she could grin up at him with a wide, gap toothed smile. The strange sensation passing between the two stopped and the warmth Rhydian was left feeling was only the girl’s unnatural body heat seeping through their robes. Rhydian flushed, and broke eye contact as he cleared his throat uncomfortably. Maggie cheered oblivious to Rhydian as he tried to clear his head of the scent of black tea and violets by running a hand through his hair. But the boy’s reprieve was short lived as her arms were around him once again and this time there wasn’t that strange flow of magic to distract him. It was just her body against his, and a flurry of hormones. After all, Rhydian didn’t find Maggie particularly attractive, it was only recently he could stand to tolerate her, but this was the only time he’d been this close to a girl he wasn’t related to. She didn’t smell like any of them, she didn’t feel like any of them, this was. . .different.
“Okay okay.” Rhydian finally pushed out, attempting to pull away from the overzealous Hufflepuff. Maggie finally backed away as well, her head turned down for a moment. When she finally looked up again her eyes were alight with excitement, catching in the flames of the boat house. The slytherin reckoned that even in the dim light, he could see a flush creeping on her cheeks.
“No thanks necessary, you put the effort in.” Rhydian brushed away the thank you. “You are a decent witch.” a few moments passed in an awkward silence before Maggie finally voiced the question that lingered between them. Indeed, Rhydian agree internally, what was that?
“I’m not sure.” Rhydian answered honestly, already knowing what Maggie was asking about with out further explanation. He looked down to his wand in one hand and his palm on the other. He had his assumptions of course; Magic, what else could it be? But Rhydian didn’t think that was how magic worked. Magic, he thought, came from nature, from the earth, from ourselves, and wands were the conduits to manipulate it however needed. Rhydian had never known of a spell where one had to combine their magic with another's before expelling it. Was that even possible? He wasn’t sure, which made his theory just as unlikely as likely.
“I’ve never felt that before.” Rhydian added, his brow furrowing in thought.
“Try it again,” Rhydian suggested, taking a step back to lean against the wall, “On your own.”
Follow Your Own Beat
As it turned out, Rhydian was not a terrible person to make a truce with. Maggie found this out shortly after she’d managed to spill ink all over her Charms notes one morning and griped loudly at Hadley for not taking notes in the first place. A notebook had dropped seemingly from the sky, when in reality it had come from just a bit down the table and Maggie automatically noticed the untidy scrawl inside the bent pages. She turned her head, staring down the Slytherin table to where Rhydian was sitting with Owena, headphones around his neck. She held up the notebook but he just shrugged, mimed writing things down, and then went back to eating his breakfast like it was no big deal. They had been getting along better in Potions as well and while they hadn’t come in first with the big project, they had at least beat Hubler where their grade was concerned. It was enough to keep them both passing at least, something Maggie had definitely needed considering Potions was by far not her best subject. With it behind them, there wasn’t really any need for the pair to force themselves together aside from Potions. However, Maggie found that she actually didn’t entirely mind that Rhydian was stuck joining the Nugget Club, his presence no longer bothering her like it had before. To the club’s benefit it turned out that Rhydian’s guitar was definitely not all for show like it might have been for a lot of teenage guys. He was actually quite adept at playing it, making easy work of the music place in front of him to help teach the other students who still struggled along. The only other guitarist in the group was a girl who had experience with something called a lyre, she was still working hard on her fingering and keeping up with Rhydian. At this rate, Maggie would be surprised if they were able to manage to get anyone else to play in the musical in time and they might just have to try to convince Rhydian to do it despite his prior refusal.
Maggie pulled out her quill and notepad, starting to copy down Rhydian’s notes, more used to trying to decipher his handwriting now than she would have been if they hadn’t worked together on the potions project. The warning bell that breakfast would be over soon and they needed to start to get ready for classes sounded and Maggie began packing her things up. She’d have to finish the notes later and hope Rhydian didn’t need them back too soon. They didn’t have Charms until tomorrow and if she was lucky, she’d have time to study tonight for the quiz they were scheduled for. Hadley huffed, not quite as keen on making up with Rhydian as Maggie had been. She had thought it was ridiculous to get the boy new headphones in the first place, and while Maggie had given him ones with cat ears, it seemed that the Slytherin boy actually liked them anyway. She’d scoffed, said it was stupid and that he was still a pervert. She’d never forgive him for popping a boner near her cousin. Owena on the other hand, seemed pleased with the gift, giving Maggie an approving nod the evening after she’d given them to Rhydian.
“He likes cats. They work better than his old ones too.” Owena had stated simply as she’d run a brush through her own red locks. And that was that. Maggie and Owena were back to where they had been before, amicable but not exactly friends. She knew the other Hufflepuff was watching her though, making sure she wasn’t going to back track and do something else horrendous to her brother, but Maggie had no intention of that. At least, for now. The guilt she had felt seeing Rhydian’s face after she’d cut the cord of his headphones had been enough to make her feel so… gross. It had been one thing when they’d been playing pranks on even ground, shooting spells at one another and yelling in the hallways, but… she’d gone just a little too far. It was a line she shouldn’t have placed her toes over and in doing so, she’d found that she was tired of picking on Rhydian. In most ways, at least. She still jibed him a bit now and then, liking the way his cheeks got red when she irritated him, just a little bit.
The day of classes passed by as they usually did and by the time dinner rolled around, Maggie was exhausted. Her hair was starting to fuzz on top of her head despite her efforts to keep it down and her feet were dragging. It had been a long, long day with a pop quiz in Transfiguration and they had started practicing how to do a patronus in DADA. That had been the most taxing bit for Maggie, trying to concentrate on a good memory and then pushing herself to try and make even just a bit of silver burst from the tip of her wand. She had glanced at Rhydian across the room, working with Owena who had yet to perfect her own but was doing much better than the rest of the class already. Rhydian wasn’t even trying, which made Maggie a bit frustrated. She remembered how he had repelled the dementors in the forest in a way that had seemed to… easy. If he could do it, why couldn’t she? Of course, it was an advanced spell, something even grown wizards struggled with and to expect a classroom full of fourteen year olds to manage it was a bit much. However, it was part of their curriculum and the professor kept up a steady stream of encouragement. After all, the professor had learned the spell in his own fourth year when he’d joined a dangerous underground Defense club called Dumbledore’s Army right before the war had become a reality.
Maggie was tired of trying to think of her most happy memory but that didn’t stop her from seeing the bright blue parchment hung up on the bulletin board outside the Great Hall. She stopped, staring up at it before she was grabbing hold of the back of Hadley’s robes, tugging on her before she could go into dinner.
“Hads, look.” Maggie pointed up at the flier, an announcement for band auditions with an older student. She watched as her cousin’s blue eyes lit up as she read the paper as well, realizing exactly what it was for.
“They’re looking for a drummer.”
“Yeah. And a guitarist and a bassist.” Maggie grinned, reaching up to take a stub off the bottom of the parchment. It had the time and location of the auditions, an empty classroom on the first floor. She handed the stub to Hadley. “You should try out.”
“You bet your ass.” Hadley grinned back at her and shoved the stub into the pocket of her robes. Maggie took a second stub and stored it away in her own, just in case Hadley lost hers. The auditions would be that Saturday morning, just a few days away. She’d have to make sure Hadley woke up in time to get to them and that her drumsticks were nicely polished for a good impression. Maggie was well aware how much her best mate wanted to play in a band, not just in the club where the music was chosen for them, but in an honest to goodness rock band. Where they could make their own music and she could play her own beats, go wild in a way she couldn’t when playing with the club.
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