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So where's this engagement ring we've all heard so much about?
Shoved all the way up his ass, if Nathaniel knows what's good for him.
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Haven't you ruined enough lives? Every relationship you have is toxic af. You shouldn't be allowed to breed let alone have a relationship. Nate deserves better
Nate deserves better?
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What are you doing with your life?
I'm in Outpatient Mental Health treatment, actually. Usually involves group once a week, hypnotherapy with Ruma every few days, and following my recovery plan.
When I'm not serving cunt, that is.
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Xiomara felt her stomach plunge downward, her knees buckling and her pulse racing- an immediate, visceral reaction to their faces. She gripped the table behind her and slipped on her sweaty palms, rattling the wine glasses behind her as she bumped it. Her pupils were pin-points, narrowing with fear as her gaze darted between them.
They were unmistakable; she had forgotten nothing about them. Nothing about what their hands felt like on her, what their breath smelled like, the tone of their voice, the shape of their cocks. And when they walked towards her, their expressions clearly indicated that they had not forgotten her, either.
She risked a glance at Hamilton, grinned cruelly. He was clearly enjoying his retribution, a well-deserved stroking of his own power. Xiomara opened her mouth to beg, but found nothing came out. Her voice, like everything else, had been taken from her.
“Where is my daughter, Miss Winters?” He eyed her, a mercy to the bug pinned in place.
She went back to watching them approach- they were practically arms-length from Hamilton, now. When Xiomara opened her mouth again, bile rose in her throat, but she swallowed it back down to stammer out, “Sh-She’s a-at, sh-she’s at th-the-”
“Spit it out.” He snapped, impatient to force her attention back to him.
“Putney,” Xiomara gasped, leaning back from the approaching men, “She’s at the safe house in Putney-”
He eyed her, narrowing his eyes and mashing his lips into a cruel, vicious line. Hamilton was clearly furious that she and Nate had been harbouring Harriet for so long, immediately assuming that Nathaniel had lied about knowing his sister’s whereabouts when they initially signed the Word as Bond. Without another word, Hamilton turned on his heel, satisfied that he had received the information he required.
She lurched forward desperately, sliding against the marble flooring in her heels. She gripped his arm, “Please- Please send them away. Call them off. P-Please don’t, please-”
Hamilton Pinnock paused, narrowing his eyes at the stupid girl as he pulled his arm away from her grasp. He wrinkled his nose as he dusted off his sleeve, as if she’d tainted it with her touch. It occurred to him that Xiomara Winters hadn’t begged for him not to send her supposed associates after his son, nor had she hesitated before selling out the girl. Perhaps it was a good thing that the vapid girl was courting Nathaniel, after all. If he couldn’t have his children in his pocket, he could certainly have her.
“You ought to call Clearer Skies,” He mused aloud as the girl almost visibly vibrated with fear. Hamilton fixed his cufflinks before he added, “I’ve heard they do excellent work with wix who see things that aren’t there.”
He looked over his shoulder, at the spaces where the men Xiomara feared had been moments ago. Her eyes darted around anxiously, following his gaze. Still too delirious to understand the implications, Xi backed away, gathering up the skirt of her dress to keep from tripping again. She had to get out. She had to find Nate. She had to get out.
The Winters sisters had always been told they looked scarily identical, but Cadie and Xiomara couldn't have looked less similar that evening if they tried. While Xiomara's hair had been freshly cut to her chin, straightened so that the ends looked razor sharp, Cadie's locks had been curled to an inch of their life, wrapped up in a gaudy, bow-shaped updo. Xi's golden dress hugged her body, revealing long legs adorned by sharp stilettos. She looked dangerous. Leocadie, however, looked like Shower Pouf Barbie, her spray tan just a shade too orange for the eyes to stay entirely restful.
And Xiomara hadn't even had a chance to snap some witty remark at her sister, before she burst in high-pitched French: "Can I see it? The ring?"
Xi squeezed Nate's arm, but looked puzzled, "What ring?"
In a show of absolute mercilessness, Cadie switched to English before she commented, "Our Maman et son Pere said Nathaniel's proposing tonight!"
Xiomara immediatley released herself from Nate's arm, her face pulling up in disgust as she looked across at him, "... No you are fucking not."
Who the fuck did Nate think she was, that she would want a proposal while she was wearing a borrowed dress? And at someone else's Christmas soiree, of all places? When her nails weren't done? So angry with him, Xi didn't even wait for his gape-mouthed response before storming away in search of the wine for which she'd bothered dragging herself there.
Dismissive of Xiomara's anger, Cadie grinned up at Nate, "This is simply the best news. We must start planning an engagement party at once. Do you think you'll get married in France? Oh, silly, of course you would. Xiomara would never let the children be raised in England."
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Xiomara's march to the corner of the room, where a fountain of dirigible plum wine awaited her, felt far too quick. She was furious, and hot, and annoyed. The glasses resting on the table tinkled as she grabbed a bottle and poured herself a glass, and she glared at them, laying her palms flat on the tablecloth. There was no point reminding herself to breathe, to steady herself, to keep her entropy at bay. When she gulped down the wine, she was forced to inhale anyway, practically slamming the glass down when she was done.
"Always knew how to make an entrance, my son." Xiomara froze at the voice behind her, her muscles tensing. The wine fountain was pouring into a waiting bowl, and it rippled as she stared through it, threatening to burst. Her toes curled in her shoes.
"He's not with me," She said, still staring at the wine. "He's with Cadie. He's by the door."
Hamilton sighed, inpatient for her to turn around. He waited, and Xiomara had to still herself before she did so. "Miss Winters, it's not him I want to talk to. I believe we had an agreement."
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The Winters sisters had always been told they looked scarily identical, but Cadie and Xiomara couldn't have looked less similar that evening if they tried. While Xiomara's hair had been freshly cut to her chin, straightened so that the ends looked razor sharp, Cadie's locks had been curled to an inch of their life, wrapped up in a gaudy, bow-shaped updo. Xi's golden dress hugged her body, revealing long legs adorned by sharp stilettos. She looked dangerous. Leocadie, however, looked like Shower Pouf Barbie, her spray tan just a shade too orange for the eyes to stay entirely restful.
And Xiomara hadn't even had a chance to snap some witty remark at her sister, before she burst in high-pitched French: "Can I see it? The ring?"
Xi squeezed Nate's arm, but looked puzzled, "What ring?"
In a show of absolute mercilessness, Cadie switched to English before she commented, "Our Maman et son Pere said Nathaniel's proposing tonight!"
Xiomara immediatley released herself from Nate's arm, her face pulling up in disgust as she looked across at him, "... No you are fucking not."
Who the fuck did Nate think she was, that she would want a proposal while she was wearing a borrowed dress? And at someone else's Christmas soiree, of all places? When her nails weren't done? So angry with him, Xi didn't even wait for his gape-mouthed response before storming away in search of the wine for which she'd bothered dragging herself there.
Dismissive of Xiomara's anger, Cadie grinned up at Nate, "This is simply the best news. We must start planning an engagement party at once. Do you think you'll get married in France? Oh, silly, of course you would. Xiomara would never let the children be raised in England."
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Xiomara's march to the corner of the room, where a fountain of dirigible plum wine awaited her, felt far too quick. She was furious, and hot, and annoyed. The glasses resting on the table tinkled as she grabbed a bottle and poured herself a glass, and she glared at them, laying her palms flat on the tablecloth. There was no point reminding herself to breathe, to steady herself, to keep her entropy at bay. When she gulped down the wine, she was forced to inhale anyway, practically slamming the glass down when she was done.
"Always knew how to make an entrance, my son." Xiomara froze at the voice behind her, her muscles tensing. The wine fountain was pouring into a waiting bowl, and it rippled as she stared through it, threatening to burst. Her toes curled in her shoes.
"He's not with me," She said, still staring at the wine. "He's with Cadie. He's by the door."
Hamilton sighed, inpatient for her to turn around. He waited, and Xiomara had to still herself before she did so. "Miss Winters, it's not him I want to talk to. I believe we had an agreement."
"It is difficult to keep 'is name in print when you publicly disown 'him..." Aurelie retorted quickly, raising her brows. She wasn't opposed to cutting off diseased branches of her own strong family tree in order to maintain its growth. But when economic deals had been put in place, and the pruning would put someone else out of their entitlement? Well. Aurie had an issue with that. And she had no problem reminding Hamilton of it. Fucking Americans.
She rolled her eyes at Hamilton's childish play- as good as standing there with his hands over his eyes, crying like a petulant child: 'I can't see them, so they don't exist!'. Aurelie finished her glass, dropping the flute on a passing waiter's tray, and sucking her teeth.
"If they show, you speak to 'im. I will speak to 'er. We need a ring, Pinnock."
"A ring?" Aurelie turned as her daughter approached. Leocadie was dressed in ostentatious hot pink tulle, complimented by the midnight blue dress robes of her husband, who strolled along with her, arm in arm. Even if Xiomara proved to be an eternal disappointment, at least Aurelie had Cadie. At least one of her children proved fruitful. "Who's getting a ring?" The blonde asked as she approached, looking between Hamilton and her Maman.
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Xiomara's hand slipped into Nate's pocket, fingers clutching around the small plastic baggie and sliding it out, seamlessly making the stash appear in her purse with a few flicks of her fingers, like she was flicking away dust.
"... The fuck are we doing this for?" Xi sighed, smoothing her hands down the lapels of Nate's suit as if she hadn't just removed his only means of coping with the evening. "It's not too late. We can still go home and watch Jurassic Park."
"Tempting, Mrs Smith," Nate nodded, humming as if he were considering it. "But as I recall, someone wanted Dirigible Plum wine-"
"God, yes, I need that wine." Xi winced. The orange-tinted wine was a wizarding delicacy, shared only at Yuletide events. It was ridiculously expensive, so completely out of their budget, but also guaranteed to be at the night's festivities.
Nate offered his arm to her, and she sighed. Means to an end. Xiomara looped her arm in his, and a moment later, the pair apparated to the party.
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"It is difficult to keep 'is name in print when you publicly disown 'him..." Aurelie retorted quickly, raising her brows. She wasn't opposed to cutting off diseased branches of her own strong family tree in order to maintain its growth. But when economic deals had been put in place, and the pruning would put someone else out of their entitlement? Well. Aurie had an issue with that. And she had no problem reminding Hamilton of it. Fucking Americans.
She rolled her eyes at Hamilton's childish play- as good as standing there with his hands over his eyes, crying like a petulant child: 'I can't see them, so they don't exist!'. Aurelie finished her glass, dropping the flute on a passing waiter's tray, and sucking her teeth.
"If they show, you speak to 'im. I will speak to 'er. We need a ring, Pinnock."
"A ring?" Aurelie turned as her daughter approached. Leocadie was dressed in ostentatious hot pink tulle, complimented by the midnight blue dress robes of her husband, who strolled along with her, arm in arm. Even if Xiomara proved to be an eternal disappointment, at least Aurelie had Cadie. At least one of her children proved fruitful. "Who's getting a ring?" The blonde asked as she approached, looking between Hamilton and her Maman.
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Xiomara's hand slipped into Nate's pocket, fingers clutching around the small plastic baggie and sliding it out, seamlessly making the stash appear in her purse with a few flicks of her fingers, like she was flicking away dust.
"... The fuck are we doing this for?" Xi sighed, smoothing her hands down the lapels of Nate's suit as if she hadn't just removed his only means of coping with the evening. "It's not too late. We can still go home and watch Jurassic Park."
"Tempting, Mrs Smith," Nate nodded, humming as if he were considering it. "But as I recall, someone wanted Dirigible Plum wine-"
"God, yes, I need that wine." Xi winced. The orange-tinted wine was a wizarding delicacy, shared only at Yuletide events. It was ridiculously expensive, so completely out of their budget, but also guaranteed to be at the night's festivities.
Nate offered his arm to her, and she sighed. Means to an end. Xiomara looped her arm in his, and a moment later, the pair apparated to the party.
“Kholwa,” Aurelie supplied, her smile acidic as she thumbed the ring on her finger, “Enzi Kholwa, the diamond mogul? ‘E works with goblins, in South Africa. ‘E’s just checking our coats, at the moment.” She looked over her shoulder, as if expecting her fiance to appear at any moment. It didn’t really matter- he didn’t need to be a party to this conversation.
The French woman sipped her champagne and nodded, before beginning the topic of conversation, “Xiomara and Nathaniel,” She tapped her nail against the cold glass of her flute, “You are aware they are living together, in London? ‘Ave you spoken to Nathaniel about a proposal, yet? It’s not appropriate they live together without one.”
It would have been lovely if Aurelie’s primary concerns were the emotional welfare and chastity of her unwed daughter- however, both Aurie and Hamilton knew exactly what she was referring to.
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“Kholwa,” Aurelie supplied, her smile acidic as she thumbed the ring on her finger, “Enzi Kholwa, the diamond mogul? ‘E works with goblins, in South Africa. ‘E’s just checking our coats, at the moment.” She looked over her shoulder, as if expecting her fiance to appear at any moment. It didn’t really matter- he didn’t need to be a party to this conversation.
The French woman sipped her champagne and nodded, before beginning the topic of conversation, “Xiomara and Nathaniel,” She tapped her nail against the cold glass of her flute, “You are aware they are living together, in London? ‘Ave you spoken to Nathaniel about a proposal, yet? It’s not appropriate they live together without one.”
It would have been lovely if Aurelie’s primary concerns were the emotional welfare and chastity of her unwed daughter- however, both Aurie and Hamilton knew exactly what she was referring to.
Aurelie’s gown swept to the floor, glittering with white gold, a long slit up to her thigh revealing perfect, pale skin. The sparkling dress matched her newest accessory: A large, golf ball sized diamond resting atop her ring finger. It clinked against her champagne glass as she picked one from the waiter, but she had the good sense not to drink it immediately.
The blonde woman entered without her fiance, leaving him to deal with their coats, and raised her brows at the first guest she saw. Aurelie sipped her champagne and stolled towards Hamilton Pinnock. “‘Amilton,” She greeted in heavily accented English, leaning across to kiss against both of his cheeks in a decidedly European way, “I’m glad you’re ‘ere. We ‘ave much to talk about.”
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Aurelie’s gown swept to the floor, glittering with white gold, a long slit up to her thigh revealing perfect, pale skin. The sparkling dress matched her newest accessory: A large, golf ball sized diamond resting atop her ring finger. It clinked against her champagne glass as she picked one from the waiter, but she had the good sense not to drink it immediately.
The blonde woman entered without her fiance, leaving him to deal with their coats, and raised her brows at the first guest she saw. Aurelie sipped her champagne and stolled towards Hamilton Pinnock. “‘Amilton,” She greeted in heavily accented English, leaning across to kiss against both of his cheeks in a decidedly European way, “I’m glad you’re ‘ere. We ‘ave much to talk about.”
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Xiomara’s smile turned acidic as she raised her brows, “... You’re American?” Merlin fucking wept. Xi sipped her coffee, scalding as it was, then held her mug close to her chest, letting the warmth settle her. Xi’s first thought, honestly, was that any American wix worth their salt would be able to name her boyfriend on sight. That was enough cause to ask the witch to leave. But this was a hedge witch, and as much as their magic held up, Xi couldn’t deny that as a people, hedges were... Peculiar. They stood on the fringes, and there was every chance this one wouldn’t know her Pinnocks from her Malfoys.
... Xi still wanted her gone, on principle.
“Do you mind waiting here, just for a few minutes?” Xiomara flashed a smile that could pass as both flirtatious housewife and gracious host, padding around the witch to head for the stairs, “I just need to grab someone- he’d be dying to meet you.”
In their room upstairs, Nate was sleeping through one absolute bitch of a hangover. His frail commitment to sobriety from narcotics meant he felt every single morning like this in its fullness, and usually Xi would leave him be- but she was not dealing with another. Fucking. American. In her house.
Xi raised her wand, flicking her wrist so the covers pulled back from over Nate’s head, then twirled it. A ball of swirling water was raised above Nate’s head, poised to drop.
“Fuck off, Xi,” Nate groaned, his eyes still firmly shut as he reached for the duvet blindly.
Xi scoffed, and let a few drops fall on his face, “You want to try that again?”
A sigh, and Nate held his hand above his face, opening his eyes a crack, “Babe, please, we didn’t get in until four-”
“There’s an American hedge here? From Buffalo?” Xiomara rolled her eyes when this had no discernible impact on her boyfriend, “Can you just go and... Deal with her? I literally cannot handle it.”
Nate groaned, pressing the palms of his hands against his eyes, “... Xi, I’m-”
Xiomara didn’t let him finish, letting the ball of water drop onto her boyfriend’s head in response. She ignored his shout, and the way he thrashed about in bed. Xi straightened, putting her wand back up her sleeve, “Get up. And get her out. Now.”
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Call it spying or snooping or eavesdropping, Kamala Rivers was exceptionally good at it. In the living room, only one thin (hastily reinstalled with hardware store plywood) wall separated Kam from the kitchen. She dragged a chair over and listened intently, deciding to just shut her textbook and be done for the day. She could always catch up on schoolwork later, but she absolutely could not go without hearing a hedge witch’s story.
Xi left the room, barely casting a glance at her (which was a welcome change), and Kamala shot up like a rocket, peeking back into the kitchen now that the blonde was gone. “Sorry for thinking you were selling solar panels,” She seemed to have shocked the witch, who jumped a little. Kam looked apologetic and then explained, “It’s just, everyone who knocks in the morning is usually selling solar panels. Whenever new people come it’s usually in the evening, when I’m back home? Or they meet at the bar, then come back here, and they’re gone by the time I’m back the next day, but-”
Kamala, who was just very excited to meet someone new who didn’t immediately hate her on sight, just grinned. “So you’re a witch too, right? That’s why she let you in? What’s your discipline? Do they call it that in America, or something different?”
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Xi quirked a brow at the mention of the ousted hedge witch, but didn’t respond. She swept a gaze down at the woman’s forearm expectantly- usually at this point, visiting wix would push back their sleeves to flash their tattoo, a symbol of membership and skill. As it was, Xiomara wasn’t convinced that this woman actually was a hedge.
“We just ask that people show.” Xi said, seriously doubting that the woman would both not understand anything she was talking about, nor that she actually could produce the magic required.
The woman produced a First Flash, a spark of magic showing from her fingertips, and Xi locked her jaw, rolling her eyes before she stepped aside for her to enter. Xi closed the door behind her.
“Seth isn’t here,” Xiomara said as she turned to stroll towards the kitchen, where Kamala was perched at the counter, scribbling away at her notebook. The teen looked up at the two, spooked, then got up and scurried away upstairs. Xi looked apologetically at the newcomer as she headed for the coffee pot, “Sorry, she’s studying for… I don’t know what they’re called, some silly Muggle exam. Anyway- Yeah, Seth’s not here. They snitched. Got themselves mixed up with the cops. Waste.” She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, pouring herself a mug.
Xi swept a dismissive gaze over the woman, “Where are you from, anyway? Not around here.”��
Theo followed the woman into the safehouse and through various rooms, her mind racing over the precise number of years, months, days it had been since she’d performed the First Flash, since the last time that nauseatingly acrid stench of ambient magic had coated the inside of her nose and mouth and wafted off of Theo’s fingertips, which shook now as she stuffed them into her pockets to fight the compulsive need to scrub them clean again. You’re fine, Althea, just fine. Breathe for me… Theo calmed herself, the voice inside her head a dead ringer for her therapist’s soothing lull, as she took measured breaths, counting them, in through her nose and out through her mouth until the panic and nausea subdued.
She was led into a kitchen, where the same young brunette who had answered the door was waiting—or more like hiding, perhaps, based on the way she quickly evacuated the room at the sight of Theo and the blonde. Theo pursed her lips, nodding along with the blonde’s remarks on Muggle exams while her eyes followed after the girl—who would have to be in high school, if she were taking standardized tests. Well, at least she’s in school…
What she really wanted to do was to get the girl alone, in a place she felt safe to talk—but Theo knew that wasn’t likely to happen anytime soon, with this blonde watching her every move like a hawk. Theo, unfortunately, wasn’t new to this rodeo, even if she’d been out of the game for a while.
So instead she turned her full attention to the blonde woman who seemed very much the type to demand the attention of every person in every room she walked into. Theo scrutinized her words, her tone, her body language in ways only an expert in profiling could, all while a pleasant smile was plastered onto her face. “Cops, huh? Yikes, that must have been a buzzkill…” Theo said, her tone neither here nor there, not putting enough weight behind the words to come off as overly interested.
The woman gave her another scathing once-over, threw her another suspicious line of questioning, but Theo was a professional and she knew when a subject was trying to turn the tables on an interview; an obvious power play. Her smile didn’t falter as she replied brightly, “I did the safehouse circuit in Ontario, but I’m originally from Buffalo. In New York. And you?” Because Theo was very good at her job, and as she’d observed the way this alleged hedge witch before her poured coffee, and moved her hands, and the way her fingers gripped the handle of the mug while her wrist held tight to lift it and drink—it became exceedingly clear that this witch was classically wand-trained.
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Xi quirked a brow at the mention of the ousted hedge witch, but didn’t respond. She swept a gaze down at the woman’s forearm expectantly- usually at this point, visiting wix would push back their sleeves to flash their tattoo, a symbol of membership and skill. As it was, Xiomara wasn’t convinced that this woman actually was a hedge.
“We just ask that people show.” Xi said, seriously doubting that the woman would both not understand anything she was talking about, nor that she actually could produce the magic required.
The woman produced a First Flash, a spark of magic showing from her fingertips, and Xi locked her jaw, rolling her eyes before she stepped aside for her to enter. Xi closed the door behind her.
“Seth isn’t here,” Xiomara said as she turned to stroll towards the kitchen, where Kamala was perched at the counter, scribbling away at her notebook. The teen looked up at the two, spooked, then got up and scurried away upstairs. Xi looked apologetically at the newcomer as she headed for the coffee pot, “Sorry, she’s studying for... I don’t know what they’re called, some silly Muggle exam. Anyway- Yeah, Seth’s not here. They snitched. Got themselves mixed up with the cops. Waste.” She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, pouring herself a mug.
Xi swept a dismissive gaze over the woman, “Where are you from, anyway? Not around here.”
Xi quirked a brow at the mention of the ousted hedge witch, but didn’t respond. She swept a gaze down at the woman’s forearm expectantly- usually at this point, visiting wix would push back their sleeves to flash their tattoo, a symbol of membership and skill. As it was, Xiomara wasn’t convinced that this woman actually was a hedge.
“We just ask that people show.” Xi said, seriously doubting that the woman would both not understand anything she was talking about, nor that she actually could produce the magic required.
The woman produced a First Flash, a spark of magic showing from her fingertips, and Xi locked her jaw, rolling her eyes before she stepped aside for her to enter. Xi closed the door behind her.
“Seth isn’t here,” Xiomara said as she turned to stroll towards the kitchen, where Kamala was perched at the counter, scribbling away at her notebook. The teen looked up at the two, spooked, then got up and scurried away upstairs. Xi looked apologetically at the newcomer as she headed for the coffee pot, “Sorry, she’s studying for... I don’t know what they’re called, some silly Muggle exam. Anyway- Yeah, Seth’s not here. They snitched. Got themselves mixed up with the cops. Waste.” She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, pouring herself a mug.
Xi swept a dismissive gaze over the woman, “Where are you from, anyway? Not around here.”
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Kamala Rivers was thrilled to have made it to her first Christmas Break as a college student. While her days at college were shorter than when she’d taken her GCSEs, and her weekends and holidays were stacked with more homework than she’d ever had, Kam was just excited to finally have somewhere to exist over the break. Somewhere she could belong.
She was absolutely bursting with excitement over having whole weeks to dedicate to developing her magic, learning new things. Not even the Free Traders’ insistence that she first complete all of her holiday homework, and study for two hours each morning before working on tuts, was enough to dampen the joy. It was a bright and early 9am, and Kamala was whizzing through chapter summaries of her Biology textbook.
When the doorbell rang, Kamala stood up, nose still buried in her book as she headed to answer it. Certainly no one else would be awake, after the bender everyone had come home from the night before. And she definitely wasn’t going to waste a good thirty seconds of allocated study time, even just to tell the door salesmen to fuck off.
She knew immediately that the person who was at their doorstop wasn’t a hedge witch. Kamala smiled brightly, closing her book, then indicating next door, “We’re not interested in solar panels, sorry. But next door probably is.”
“I swear to fucking Merlin, Kamala-”
Xiomara padded downstairs, irritatingly perfect despite the early hour. It didn’t matter how many times they schooled the girl about safe house etiquette- You could tell Kamala Rivers had been raised by Muggles, that was for sure. Imagine just... Answering the damn door and starting a conversation. Urgh. The nerve of her!
Kamala looked over her shoulder at the blonde, then averted her gaze, scurrying away as Xi approached the door. Xi’s wand was tucked in a concealed pocket of her trousers, prepared to deal with whoever had approached. Xi, too, assumed the witch at the door wasn’t a hedge- she was dressed too formal. Xiomara stood in the doorframe, raising her brows, “... Can I help you?”
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[Nate:] I'm supposed to help Fish close, but it's pretty slow in here tonight so she might let me leave early if I ask nicely...
[Nate:] Arguing about what?
[Xi:] Yeah I'd ask if I were you.
[Xi:] Daughters were raided last night. AFAIK someone died in the raid.
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Xi: What time do you finish work? Some shit's going down.
Xi: Nothing's on fire dw, Seth & Rue just arguing, they don't know I can hear them.
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[ 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋, reversed] ― Xiomara pulls Nate’s hair ( hard ) (whatever you knew I had to do it)
Xi's toes curled, the muscles in her thigh tensing as her back arched. It felt natural to reach back to steady herself- but she had to stay upright, so Xi leaned forward and grabbed the headboard with one hand. Her elbow locked her in place as her hips rolled forward, jutting her pubic bone against his nose.
Watching him, watching this, was part of the appeal. The way his eyes would slide closed in time with her rhythmic movements, gliding over his tongue- and then suddenly dart open when she squeezed her thighs, as he sucked in, desperate for oxygen, and she could feel his throat tightening...
Then the magic would kick in, an oxygen manipulation tut they'd placed in the room before starting. They could be at it for hours, and they'd never have to come up for air...
His muscles relaxed under her once more, and he groaned, sending ripples of want through Xi, who gave a breathy sigh, head drooping to watch him. Her free hand shifted, running through his curls. Nate was nuzzling against her, trying to move his chin to adjust his position- but that wasn't what Xi wanted. She held him steady, gripping his hair tighter to hold his head in place as she ground down, angling herself so his tongue was pressed right over her sweet spot.
"Fuck!" Xi gaped, the arm that held her upright wobbling as the friction pushed her, yet again, over the edge. It was getting harder to stay like this, spent as she was. But Nate's hands moved to grip her hips, his tongue flattening out to lap at her arousal, so Xi's hold on his hair twisted, pulling his hair sharply. It wasn't a matter of who could breathe, or who could hold out- now, it was a game of will.
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[RAIN] (deal with THIS lmao)
Xiomara stared at the roof of the dorm room. A candle on the windowsill reflected through the window, making the patterns of rain outside splatter shadows through the room. She laid there, then put the heels of her palms up against her eyes, groaning.
Idiot. T'es un imbécile.
She could barely hear Nate showering in the ensuite, over the heavy rain. Usually she'd time it, make sure she was slipping down to the common room before he was out. But Xiomara was horribly, horribly drunk, and if she moved her head even a muscle, Xi was certain she'd never recover.
She felt the bed dip next to her, and Xi groaned, a flash of yellow curls passing by. "Get in your own fucking bed." She scowled, pressing the back of her wrist over her forehead. Xi was already going through her drunken ritual of self-loathing for who she decided to bed that night, she didn't need Nate's stoner roommate making things worse.
"Uh- same to you." Lox responded, pulling a face.
"God, can you shut up?" One grating American panting and whining and begging for more was bad enough, but another one wanting a fucking conversation? Kill me.
"You are really like, a major bitch, you know that, right?" Loxley leaned up on one elbow, and Xi groaned, her free hand moving to rest over her stomach as it rolled.
"I'm serious, be quiet-" Xi was starting to feel hot, her face paling as thunder rolled over the eaves of the castle, shaking the windows.
"Like, where do you get off-"
There was a clap of thunder as the water from the shower stopped, and Xi rolled, vomiting all over the bed, and Loxley.
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