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[Annabeth Prewett]

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Today had fucking sucked.

If the morning hadn’t been awful enough, with Beth having had to wake up to her roommate crying over some break-up or the other, and then there not having been anything good to eat at breakfast, the following events would have definitely cut the bill. See, whenever there was a Quidditch match at Hogwarts, everybody knew. Since it was basically the only proper sport—the only real sport at any rate, it was all anybody was ever obsessed with. Not that Beth could blame them, of course, but she did think it was rather pathetic when people got so crazed over it and didn’t even play. She thought at least if you were that into it you’d be able to make the team. But then of course, not everybody could be as good as she was. Anyway, the entire morning everybody had been on a buzz, feeding themselves like crazy, chatting loudly and people were wearing the playing teams colours; blue and green coloured the entire Great Hall. Mostly blue, she had noticed, even from the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. It was idiotic, really, how people could root for a team that was clearly going to lose. Hufflepuff had flattened them the last time, and even if Slytherin had lost against Gryffindor, it had been the first match of the year, and Isaac had not been on his best game. Overall, their team was way better, and this match was going to be the easiest. She didn’t even think the Ravenclaw team was fully equipped—she hadn’t even seen a full team practicing lately, not like they were. Regulus had them all on their toes for the past month, broody and cocky as he was, she liked him. He had attitude and it helped that he was handsome as hell.

Either way, it had been obvious, really, that this was a match they were going to win. Beth had met with the rest of her team in the lockers, suited up in the emerald robes, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and leaned back against Aiden while they listened to Regulus’s pseudo pep talk. They’d walked into the pitch and flown out in two straight lines, hovered around the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team. The beaters were pathetic, compared to their own; that Burke kid and Whiting were quite literally nothing against Aiden alone. Then the whistle sounded and they’d started zooming around; Beth had had to knock right into LeBeau at least five times while attempting to snatch the Quaffle for her; she’d scored twice, and the game had flashed by before she knew it—and that mudblood bitch had the snitch. Beth had literally hovered there and shouted “What!?” in general as the commentator, clearly biased, gave the recount of what had happened. She turned to look around her teammates, and couldn’t determine who looked more pissed off than the other before they dropped to the ground and stalked towards the showers. After that, the day had gotten even worse. She’d had to dodge groups of people from all the other houses cheering for Ravenclaw as she stormed outside the castle, not really giving a shit about dinner and needing some fresh air away from everybody else. How had they not won? It was fucking Ravenclaw, for Christ’s sake—they sucked. Even Hufflepuff had been able to beat them! And the puffers on that team could have passed for maggots with the way they moved. Gryffindor had been an almost decent loss, because that team was remotely good, but this!? Ridiculous.

Beth wrapped her scarf tight around her neck and kicked the muddy ground as she stalked to the owlery, far away from the cheer in the castle. Her hair was a mess around her face and she couldn’t even be bothered to fix it. She gripped her wand in her pocket and leaned back against the stone steps that led up to the tower. She wouldn’t even go up there, she just wanted to sulk in silence for a while. The sky was considerably darkened already, and by the time it got almost too cold to be out here without gloves, Beth had slumped into one of the steps, dangling a petrified squirrel by its tail in front of her with her wand, swinging it back and forth and watching its beady eyes stare into nothing as she took control over it. It was empowering, the ability to do this. How with one flick of her wand she could win over this insignificant animal. She hated animals. Taking a deep breath and a light shiver, which she didn’t mind much, since she loved the cold, Beth pushed herself up from the stairs and flicked her wand over towards some bushes, watching the squirrel fly off and crash into some twigs. A breeze flew by and her hair flapped around her face. “Dumbass,

[/color]” she muttered in the general direction of the squirrel, and started making her way back to the castle. She didn’t have a watch on her but she was sure it was way past dinnertime and everybody was heading to bed already…or still fucking celebrating, if they were in Ravenclaw. She was halfway across the edge of the lake when she saw a figure approaching and, thinking it might be a teacher, she ducked behind a nearby tree, frowning and squinting into the darkness to try to make out who it was as they came closer. Whoever it was, they weren’t a teacher; they were too broad and tall to be—oh. Letting out a snort at herself, Beth stepped out from behind the tree and started walking over to Aiden.

“Can’t sleep again?[/color]” she called out when he was close enough, strolling over until she could make out his face properly and gave him a look, trying to gauge his mood. If he was anything like he’d been his entire life, he was probably seriously considering hurting someone from their loss as well. It was comforting to know she wasn’t alone in her rage right now. And it was Aiden. She could express it properly. Moving closer, Beth concentrated on her body in her mind and, as usual, allowed her breasts to grow at least a size when she walked right up to him. “Would you take up on my offer to go squeeze the entire Ravenclaw team into the hoops and leave them there until summer?[/color]” she muttered, nodding towards the now-empty pitch, seemingly daunting at this hour. “I have half a mind to burst into their stupid party and throw them off the tower.[/color]”[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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[Aiden Neeson]

Aiden was so fucking irritated he could barely see straight. The day had started out well enough in that he didn't have to go to class today and he'd had his fill at breakfast. For once they'd made the potatoes the way he liked it. Britons had the tendency to make them way too dry. Everyone else in the dining hall was simply pinging around the damn place with energy, which was annoying on its own but made even more obnoxious by the fact that there was way too much navy floating around. Unlike other people, Aiden had no problems with being on the team that everyone hated as long as they gave them reason to hate. And while he was one of the Slytherin students who did venture outside his own house circle, he had no time for anyone other than his team mates this morning. Aiden Neeson got into a very serious game mode on the days of a quidditch match because he was a very serious quidditch player. Unlike some of the other buffoons who would prance around and them themselves all worked up before a match and general make themselves look like complete idiots. He sat with his team, always in the middle of the group, usually buffered by Regulus and Beth so he didn't have to be bothered by anyone else. Aiden would always get a quiet intensity the day of a match, talked little and paid attention to others even less. All the while, a completely bored expression on his face. Aiden was already easily irritated on game days, so when a little Ravenclaw who was bounding through the corridor as everyone headed out to the pitch knocked into himself and Beth, a low growl sounded in the back of his throat and he shoved the little bugger into a suit of armor. Standing in their huddle and waiting to be announced, Aiden shook his hands out and rolled his shoulders before grasping his broom in one hand and his club in the other. When they were called out, Aiden, as he always did at the start of each match, knocked his shoulder into Regulus's and threw Beth a small grin (the first one all morning) and an upward flicker of his eyebrows before taking off.

The match, however, didn't go according to plan. The Ravenclaws, even though they'd been spanked by Hufflepuff, somehow pulled ahead. Probably thanks to some brainiac Ravenclaw figuring out a way to cheat because that was really the only possible explanation. Aiden played as hard as he could without getting a penalty. And really, he was fine with even doing that if the match hadn't been over so insanely fast. He was barely warming up and launching another bludger at the back of LeBeau's stupid head when the whistle sounded, bring him to a mid-air halt. And then a surge of rage wracked his body, fists clinching around his club and turning his knuckles white. If the silly little Ravenclaws hadn't all sped together for a super lame group hug, he probably would've sent the bludger to one of their stomachs. But, alas, it wasn't in the stars.

So he settled on knocking it into the Gryffindor bleachers. Whoops. He'd be hearing about that one from Hooch later.

After showering off and glowering at anyone other than Regulus who came too close to him in the locker rooms, Aiden went straight back to the Slytherin common room. At least there he didn't have to put up with the other house morons who were undoubtedly celebrating right now. In fact, everything in the common room always had a pleasant muffled quality to it, thanks to the windows set in the depths of lake. But even then, he didn't feel like being around other people, even his house mates, because Merlin help him if someone made a snide remark or a snicker, he'd send their head through the glass. So Aiden did what he always did when he was restless and headed for the grounds. Jogging was better -- or more socially acceptable -- then pounding someones face in, so he pulled on a pair of sweatpants and zipped up his track jacket to under his chin and slipped into a pair of comfortable shoes. He had too much adrenaline -- or maybe anger -- coursing through his blood to sleep, and since he had a hard enough time with that to begin with, there was no way he'd be able to fall asleep tonight without further exhausting his body.

“Can’t sleep again?”

He was following the curve of the owlery, heading toward the lake, deep in his own thoughts when he was abruptly pulled out of them by a voice. Unlike most people, when Aiden got startled, he didn't jump or let out a shout of surprise. Instead, he stopped dead in his tacks, every muscle in his body tensing, jaw clenched, as if bracing himself for something. Thank you years of child abuse. After the surprise wore off and Aiden realized that it was just Beth, he let out a long sigh, shaking himself out of it. "More or less," he said, walking to meet her halfway. An attempt at an easy grin was on his face, though he was still in too much of a foul made to make it look sincere. "Sending an owl or just escaping?"

“Would you take up on my offer to go squeeze the entire Ravenclaw team into the hoops and leave them there until summer? I have half a mind to burst into their stupid party and throw them off the tower.”

Aiden made an incoherent grunt, tucking his hands into his pockets. "Only if we sink them to the bottom of the lake on top of it. Let the giant squid have at them," he told her in a low tone of voice. Aiden then turned his attention back to Beth, looking her up and down. She had a tendency to use her powers pretty often and found himself almost constantly trying to check if she had changed something about her appearance since they last time they spoke. He squinted his eyes slightly. "Maybe you should make yourself look like one of them, sneak into their locker room and break some of their shit," he suggested.

[Annabeth Prewett]

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Aiden froze like a deer in headlights at the sound of her voice, and would’ve been rather amusing if she weren’t still shaking with fury at the outcome of the match; as it was, she tilted her head to the side a little and considered him while she watched him relax and realize it was only her. It wasn’t like he didn’t have reason to freeze; they weren’t exactly acting within school rules at the moment. Not that that had ever fazed either of them before, but still, it was better to break the rules and keep a clean slate than get yourself into detention like those dumbass Gryffindors. No, as far as teachers were concerned, Beth was a good student who followed the rules and didn’t get into much trouble. It left much more room for independence when one didn’t have people’s eyes on you, checking your every move.

She stood in front of him, wanting to lean against something but deciding to just shift her weight back onto one leg, her arms folded under her chest, tight into her body to protect against the cold somewhat, much as she liked it, she didn’t want to end up sick, or have her teeth chattering. The grin he sent her was forced, and she didn’t even return it, deciding to shrug instead and give him a look that said ‘you tell me’ at his question. Who would she even be sending an owl to at this time of year. There was no fucking way she’d be contacting her stupid as fuck parents with their dumb divorce, and Aiden knew that. Apart from that, it wasn’t like she was miss socialite back home. The only other person she ever actually interacted with there was Alice, who was at Hogwarts with her, so. And if somebody would understand that she needed to get away from people after the tragedy today, it’d be Aiden, so she didn’t bother replying to that.

Instead, she licked her lips and watched as he tucked his hands into the pockets of the sweatpants he was wearing. They were a little loose on him and kind of sexy, actually. Not that Aiden Neeson wouldn’t be sexy wearing anything he wanted. She allowed herself to smirk a little at his comment about the squid and glanced absentmindedly towards the lake, dark and brooding at this hour, and shifted again. She wanted to sit down. “I’m sure it’d spit them right back out,” she muttered, kicking at a bit of dust with the top of her shoe. “I don’t think even that thing could swallow one of those geeks.

[/color]” Beth turned back to Aiden to catch him giving her a once over—he tended to do that a lot, and she’d managed to convince herself he checked her out every once in a while, even though it was something people in general did with her, since she changed herself quite often. Her arms tightened around her midriff, puffing up her chest a little and cocked an eyebrow at him.

His suggestion made her laugh, a little, sounding sharp against the silence surrounding them, and she managed a real smile his way. “You have the best ideas, don’t you, Aiden?[/color]” she asked, stepping closer and dropping her arms to tug at the sides of the hem of his sweater, looking up at him slyly. “Hm,[/color]” she pretended to mull it over as she considered his chest. “Only if you help me figure out what to do with all that wood in my hands.[/color]”
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[Aiden Neeson]

“I’m sure it’d spit them right back out. I don’t think even that thing could swallow one of those geeks.”

"Mm,"

[/b]Aiden grunted in agreement, clenching his jaw with lingering annoyance at the whole situation today as he squinted out over the water. "They probably taste like book binding glue and social ineptitude,"[/b] he suggested with a roll of his shoulders, a bit more gingerly than usually since they were starting to grow sore from all the wailing on bludgers he'd done today. And for no bloody good. His hands were also already wrapped in nice clean bandages. He'd used some salve that Madame Pomfrey had a stash of specifically for the beaters since their hands had the tendency to get the skin ripped off of them, no matter how much time he put into carving grip into the supple wood of his beater's club. He watched as she walked up to him, lifting his eyebrows slightly. Annabeth was always trouble. Usuaully fun trouble, but trouble nonetheless.

“You have the best ideas, don’t you, Aiden?”

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"Hm, only if you help me figure out what to do with all that wood in my hands.”

Aiden rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Oh really?"[/b] he asked with a smirk and a dubious look on his face, shifting forward to bump his shoulder against her's. Honestly, this girl. She was only 15 but always trying to constantly convince him she was older for one reason or another. "I think you, of all people -- Beth, I can't focus if you keep blowing those things up in my face like that, really,"[/b] he said, interrupting himself as he glanced down at her chest. Apparently she enjoyed messing with his head because she had the tendency to shift her "womanly features" around on him a lot. He scowled. "And I still haven't forgotten about that whole McGonagall look-alike incident,"[/b] he added with a glower. THAT had been sufficiently awkward and he would surely be scarred for years to come.
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[Annabeth Prewett]

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Beth looked up at Aiden again after speaking to watch him roll his eyes and laugh a little. An actual chuckle, not forced like it’d been a little while earlier, and she smirked to herself, something pleasant settling in her stomach. She wouldn’t have said, ever, that she liked to make people happy or anything, but Aiden was different. Like Alice, he could be an exception to a lot of things about her. And she didn’t really have a problem with it. She raised her eyebrows at his smirk and stepped back a little when he bumped his shoulder into hers, dropping her hands from the hem of his sweatshirt. I think you of all people— Beth’s lips curled up into a smile. She wasn’t going to deny that she’d meant it that way, and she felt a sense of satisfaction at the thought that Aiden knew just how well she of all people would know what to do with a situation like that. He cut himself off, however, in order to call her out on her breasts, looking down at her chest, and she couldn’t be bothered to step back any further. “I thought you’d appreciate them,” she drawled a little instead, reaching up to run her fingers through her hair, letting it fan out behind her back.

It was her turn to roll her eyes at his mentioning the thing with McGonagall, and chose to ignore it instead, glancing back to the owlery and looking around before considering the wall of the castle a couple of feet next to them, and smiled up at him, nodding towards it. “Aren’t you… angry

[/color]?” she whispered, reaching up to wrap her fingers around his wrist and tug him forward, stepping back towards the shadowed side of the castle against the stone wall. “We don’t want to get in trouble.[/color]” She could barely make out his face in the darkness here, and she tilted her face up to consider him, raking her fingernails down his chest a little. “And you can’t sleep, either. Don’t you want to let all those feelings out somewhere? I know how it’s killing you inside. Eating you up from within, thinking about Benjamin Burke being celebrated as a better Beater than you right now, somewhere.[/color] Beth dropped her fingers so her hands spread over his torso and ran them up his chest again, her voice a quiet hiss in the stillness of the grounds, and slid her thumbs up the front of his throat, leaning up to speak into his ear. “Doesn’t it make you furious?[/color]”

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[Aiden Neeson]

“I thought you’d appreciate them.”

Aiden made another mm-ing noise at her. "Not the point," he told her in what he tried to make a stern tone of voice. "I think you just get a kick out of trying to... distract me. While I'm trying to be a gentleman, of course," He told her. Then Aiden sighed, carefully keeping his eyes on her's because he knew she wanted him to look down, so, of course, he wouldn't. "Honestly, I raised you better than that," he drawled with a quirk of his eyebrow, referring to how the two of them pretty much grey up together since he moved to England when he was 8. And her badder habit she probably picked up due to him, really... She also enjoyed dragging and tugging him around a lot.

“Aren’t you… angry? We don’t want to get in trouble. And you can’t sleep, either. Don’t you want to let all those feelings out somewhere? I know how it’s killing you inside. Eating you up from within, thinking about Benjamin Burke being celebrated as a better Beater than you right now, somewhere.”

He allowed her to pull him into the shadows of the owlery, though his hands remained tucked into pockets. Suggesting other people didn't think he was the best beater made a new wave of angry flames lick at his throat."Angry enough to punch a little Ravenclaw twerp in the face? Sure," he said, matching her low tone with his own, trying not to let his face hint at how irritated that made him. Namely that little Burke sod. "Angry sex doesn't set you up for healthy sexual relationships in the future," he told her. Bullshit bullshit bullshit. "Wouldn't want that, would we?" Outsiders might think that Aiden was playing the uninterested act in order to keep her trying, which, okay, in pretty much any other case they'd be right, but Aiden would not give into this one, largely based on principle. They'd made out a few times when they were younger, but that was entirely different. Obviously. She dragged her fingers along his throat because, of course, she knew he weak points and always tried to abuse them. The hairs on the back of his neck, but he pulled back. "You," he said slowly, eye flickering from her's down to her lips. Aiden paused, hands finally removing themselves from his pockets to rest on her arms just below his elbows. He sighed. "Need to find someone your own age." With that and a slight squeeze, he removed her hands from her neck and moved back to lean against the stone wall. Aiden of course wasn't sincere about that either since, if he ever caught wind of Beth getting cozy with another guy, he'd have to so away with them quite promptly. "Or maybe join the Abstinence Club?"

[Annabeth Prewett]

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It wasn’t even a secret that Beth definitely got a kick out of trying to distract him, or even the fact that she liked ‘distracting’ him in those ways. What was amusing was that Aiden kept pretending to be a gentleman in that area when everybody and their mother knew he wasn’t. When it came to girls at least. The only real problem was his stupid complex about her age—as if three years were a big deal. Or maybe that he was of age now. After all, all of that had stopped after he’d turned seventeen. Beth had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at his quip about raising her better than that. “You raised me to be exactly the kind of girl that you like,” she returned instead, smirking a little and cocking an eyebrow at him. “You’re just in denial.

[/color]” In a way, it was true. She’d started playing Quidditch because he taught it to her, she smoked because he’d let her try it years ago, he was the first boy she kissed, and she was cocky and confident because that’s the way he was and he had so much fun being that way. Eventually she’d shaped herself around that.

Back in the shadows, though, Beth watched the emotions flicker across Aiden’s face as he attempted to say that angry sex wasn’t healthy or something, and then she rolled her eyes. “And what exactly is a healthy sexual relationship to you?[/color]” she said, smiling cockily and dropping her eyes to where he closed his fingers around her wrists, not failing to notice the way he looked at her mouth, and she bit her lip immediately. If there was one thing you couldn’t say, it was that Beth didn’t know how to be provocative when she wanted to. Buuuut there it was again; she dropped her arms back to her sides at his comment and chose to ignore it, leaning back against the wall properly, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her coat as Aiden leaned back next to her. And snorted. “Mm, yeah, that’ll work out right alongside me joining the Gobstones Club.[/color]”


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