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Somehow he had gotten separated from his angry bestie to roam the outer land of Cattermole’s party. He almost crucio’d the couple making out because of his awful mood. Instead he saw the familiar mute in a secluded spot. Just how he liked his toys. Evan thanked Salazar as he grabbed his wand from its place and walked over to sit in the swing beside Annie. He was far from his delirious cheerful self, instead he offered her an angry sneer and tilt of his head.

“Hello Mutey. Waiting out here for me?” He chuckled menacingly while he taps the wand against the chains. “How do you feel about chains?” Mulciber asks with the slow sideways shake of his head the sneer turning more into a challenging grin. The scent of her cig ad him raging for one of his own cigs, but watching her reaction and playing wit a toy was much more important. Maybe he would wrap her in the swings and put a lit cigarette out on her. All over her body. That would bring him slight joy.

This party was nothing but nervewracking. Around every corner there was another person getting drunk and doing something stupid. She really, really hated drunk people. Idiots, the lot of them. At any rate, her experience at the party so far had been dart and weave around drunk people, getting caught for a few minutes by Reggie and having to listen to him ramble on and make a joke about her doing some karaoke for him, and then quickly slipping outside to get away from the stuffy, sweaty air for a bit.

At least less people were outside, though as she looked for a good place to light up, she walked by a couple so tangled up together that they looked to be one person with extra limbs. Still, she found a nice little clump of trees, and even a swing, and took a seat, ready to light up, when she heard a branch snapping behind her. Her eyes lifted and she turned slightly to see who was approaching, offered a small nod of her head.

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The entire break was one big rollercoaster for Greer, with one minute wanting nothing more than to cry and smash things and with the other wanting to just get trashed for an entire week. She did the first one in a way where she cried for fuck knows how long on Alecto’s shoulders, and maybe not for an entire week, but the getting trashed part was finally here too.

As Evan’s unluck had it, he was in a pretty shitty mood as well thanks to that fucking Fortescue (she never really liked that stuck up bitch, but she wasn’t going to kick her best friend while he was down) and so now they both planned to just drink as much as they could and hopefully punch a couple of people at least. (Greer really hoped to do more but she couldn’t exactly just slit somebody’s throat right in the middle of the party.) She was sitting cross-legged on the table and she watched with amusement as the glass broke next to her.

“They’re all bitches and don’t deserve either of us,” Greer gritted her teeth. She drank the remaining of her own fire whiskey and started playing with one of the broken shards from Evan’s glass. She didn’t look up because she knew that Black would be there and she would see her and that would only piss her off and make her feel worse about herself. She played with one of the shards before she threw it in the crowd and watched as the glass pierced somebody’s arm and blood spilled immediately. “At least that made me feel a tiny bit better.”

“You’re fucking right, Greer.” He answers in a growl gathering up another glass from the hands of an innocent fifth grader. Glaring daggers at the kid, before he let out a ‘boo’ and they ran away. He sniffs the contents of the glass and groans. “Fucking kidding me. Apple Juice? What the fuck shit party is this.” He watches the glass shard his bestie throw stab into the arm of a witless mudblood. A small snort exits his lips.

“I can’t fucking believe these fucking morons this break. Your bitch picks that blimey tosser, and she.. she..” He’s fuming. His nostrils flaring as he cracks the class of apple juice and tosses it into the crowd. Feeling a slight bit of calm when he hears it clank against the surface of something, and someone exclaiming pain from it. “We..could play fucking glass darts. Stab all the fucking people from this spot. I don’t fucking care…We could even douse this place in alcohol and set it on fucking fire.”  This being said as his eyes narrow in the direction of Alice and Longbottom.

He confiscates another glass thankfully getting more firewhiskey in it as he chugs it down like water. Looking over to his best friend. “Fuck I should have just stayed all break with you and your animals. “ The more he sat there brooding with Greer, he felt better, but also couldn’t get rid of the urge to literally rip the flesh off most the people in attendance to this party. “What if we fuck around with Cattermole’s set up? Would that make us feel fucking ace?”

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The muggle world was safe. That was the guarantee. Or well, not guarantee. It wasn’t safe. There were troubles in the muggle world too, corruption, bad people, wars, but the muggle world wasn’t a place she felt particularly targeted. Mary could walk the familiar streets near her London home without fear of being caught at the wrong end of a wand. While she worried for the things going on in the world, she didn’t feel so deeply, personally connected to them. The same couldn’t be said about Hogwarts, as much as she loved her school. There, she quite frequently looked over her shoulder, expecting to find Evan or someone like him. 

She didn’t expect it in muggle London. She just didn’t. Perhaps it was naive. She should have known better. Yet, she slowed to a stop when she heard the familiar laughter, the ugly name, his horrid voice. She was imagining it. A lack of sleep, that was all. Yet the way her blood ran cold, the way the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, told her she wasn’t imagining it. She turned, swallowing down fear in favor of surprised courage. It was amazing what one was capable of when they were simply thrown into a situation. “Evan.” She greeted, unable to hide the surprise on her tongue. “You’re in muggle London.” She concluded, pointing out the obvious for the sheer fact that she couldn’t believe he was there.

Evan takes a puff of his cig allowing the smoke to slither out from between his lips. The shock was apparent on her face. She’s trying to decide if she’s dreaming no doubt. He steps forward removing the cig to give her a twisted smile full of macabre thoughts. “Of course. You missed me, so I appeared no doubt…Heh..” He snickered and stared her down challenging her. Just one back talk and he could imperio her, and then he could have her do anything in muggle London. These stupid muggles and their laws. The laws that were left so easy to break or tweak, and then e could have her trapped behind bars. A pet in a giant cage, and to think the fun he could have with her there. She would get a nice little tattoo no doubt to match the Mute girl.

“You did miss me didn’t you Mudblood? You don’t write. It’s as if you’re not my friend at all.” He snaps the amused glint in his eyes turning into something ore haunting altogether. “Do keep walking home. You can introduce dear ole pal Evan to your family. Don’t be crass.”

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Emma turned her head at the sound of Evan’s voice. She watched as he crossed the distance between them. “Hello Evan.” She answered, voice soft. She settled back against the window, letting the cool air soothe her as she watched him. Her shoulders rose in a partial shrug. “I needed a break from questions. You’d think tonight the questions would be about Amycus and Avianna, but no. Nobody wants to talk about the here and now, they just want to talk about what the next big event is. They won’t even enjoy tonight, too busy looking forward to experience it.” She sighed, though really she just didn’t want to answer questions about her own engagement. She wouldn’t have cared about any of the other questions.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, returning the question as she stretched her legs out, toes digging into the rug. She stifled a yawn as she rolled her ankles, willing the muscles in her body to loosen and relax. She just needed a few more minutes and then she’d be willing to zip her dress, put her heels back on, and go back downstairs. “You weren’t looking for me, were you?” She asked, offering a smirk. 

Questions. Luckily no one really bothered him with those. Occasionally people would ask about Alice, but it was rare. It was probably due to the face that the pure blood society accepted him for the psycho he was, and just sort of let him roam around like a tamed snake in the crowd. “I see. So they were asking you questions? About what?” He didn’t really need to keep up with the current wave of gossip. Lifting a finger into his trouser pocket to pick up a silver cigarette holder, plucking a single cig from the holder and pocketing the holder. Rummaging his hand in his other pocket for the zippo lighter, he lights the cig turned to the side away from her. Fidgeting when she asks what he was doing there.

“It feels weird not having Alice here. I wanted to get somewhere and single my thoughts before I went back.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders taking his first drag from the cigarette, blowing the smoke outside in the cold night air. Then he regarded her with a playful smirk, “Though I suppose I could have been looking for you.”

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Evan Mulciber, she recognized the voice before he was properly in view in the dim light. Even though he was a year below her his reputation proceeded him. Sadistic and nasty he was, according to the majority of the student body, the last person you wanted to run in to in a dark hallway. 

Just her luck. 

Ariel pulled out her own wand, ready for whatever he might decide to throw at her. She wasn’t scared of him, but the hairs on the back of her neck seemed to raise involuntarily at the laugh. Still she stood her ground, “What do you want?” 

His crooked grin grew as he closed the distance between them. One of his arms attached to his form, while the other still had a grip on his wand. “Let’s play a game taint blood.” Evan mused aloud to the girl in front of him, as he flicked his wand towards her quickly. “Expelliarmus” He utters quickly to see if he is able to disarm her wand. “Heh.. It can be hide and seek.” He speaks with a giggle to his baritone voice. Perhaps his night wouldn’t be dull at all.

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“It’s like they know I punch back.” Amycus said as he stumbled back. Fucker ha punched the hip he usually slept on. Whatever he deserved it, and bruises healed well enough with a simple spell if he wanted. He grinned back at Evan, still giggling. Reaching out, he made to push Evan over. Not exactly a punch but close enough.

“Bloody Wieners. I swear to Salazar. That’s how it’s supposed to go.” Evan banters back still laughing loudly. He felt himself start to fall backwards, but instinctively twists his leg around Amycus in attempt to sweep him to the ground with him. He’s in the midst of a giggle fit, “Now this is how to have a fucking party.”

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Amycus plucked the cigarette out of Evan’s hands and took a long drag. Fuck host duties, honestly. Parties only proved enjoyable when he could spend all of them laughing at the people stuck on host duties. 

“Fuck you too, Ev.” He said cheerfully, eyes scanning the room. Goddamn this party was horrible already and it wasn’t even his house. At least Avi seemed to be enjoying herself, and they both looked good.

Evan scoffed when the cig is plucked out of his hands. Shaking his head slightly when Amycus commandeered his cig. “When can you leave this bloody spot mate?” He inquired and glared at the door as if it would answer his question. Lifting his drink to his lips to take another drink. He’s slightly grateful standing there beside Amycus that Alice and him hadn’t thrown an engagement party. Especially if he would have to sit there and greet each person individually. Considering most of her friends he wanted to take under a knife, it wouldn’t have been a good idea.

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This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening, this can’t be happening - this is what kept going through Alice’s mind as Evan jumped right into why he was here and holy hell, she was not expecting this, she hoped she could tell him herself if she actually decided to tell him and for a second she didn’t even know how to handle this. Evan standing in front of her, mad, angry, furious at her, yelling from the top of his lungs and she was actually in shock for a second because she never saw Evan like this, never saw this angry side of him and she didn’t know how to handle it.

But she needed to, because he was yelling about the torture and her father and uncle were in the house and after a couple of seconds of cold quiet, she could hear her father calling out her name and asking what the hell was going on and he couldn’t know, he couldn’t hear this fight, because she didn’t tell him what happened and she didn’t plan on telling him because that was only going to get him even more worried and he was worrying about enough stuff already, he didn’t need even more stuff on his plate right now.

“Evan, what the hell?!“ Alice exclaimed while also trying to keep her voice down so her dad didn’t hear. “Merlin, please, keep it down,“ she gritted her teeth half pleading, half angry herself as she stepped up to him and tried to push him back where he came from, push him outside so maybe they’d get far enough for her dad and uncle not to hear them. Merlin, how could he just barge in on her and start yelling about torture? Did he lose his mind? “I did think to tell you but it’s not something you just tell someone over letters, so let’s talk now, ok, but talk and not yell before anyone actually hears us.“

The images flash wildly in his brain. The last fight they had was over the secret of his family, but she had kept something much darker from him. It set the slow burning flame in is brain. Rodolphus had tortured Alice because she had asked him too. What else ad she asked someone to do? He hid one stupid detail about his past, but she hid details of their current life. Things that put her in danger that she had decided to do before consulting him. The more he was left to dwell on it the angrier he got.

“Don’t turn this on bloody me, Alice. I have the right to be upset.” He hissed as he felt her push up against him. A grunt rolls from his lips for the pain it caused him. For under the rolls of clothes lived the fresh markings of what family was to him. “I thought you didn’t hide anything Alice. They have a right to know? Or is it BECAUSE IT’S YOUR SECRET THAT MAKES THIS OK. YOU LET HIM TORTURE YOU AND YOU STAYED WITH HIM FOR HOW LONG? YOU BLOODY ABANDONED ME AND WHAT DID YOU DO HUH? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO? YOU GO TO MY MATE AND YOU CONVINCE HIM TO BLOODY TORTURE YOU.” He’s screaming with more fury as he growls down to Alice. He shakes his head and wipes his crimson painted hands against his face. Taking breath himself to try to cool his anger at the situation, his anger at is family, and his fury with her.

Their secrets were tearing them apart. Evan teeters slightly starting to feel light headed from his own blood lost, but he would persist on. Her silence only secured one thing, and that thing would be the end of Severus Snape once he got his hands on hi. Not like it was hard because it was his roommate after all.

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Evan’s mood had turned for the worse. After this last fight with Alice, unhinged was putting it mildly. He had written Greer to meet him at this new years party with every intention of causing mayhem. Settling into a chair in the corner, he watched the others closely with sparked vindication. The sneer of hatred painted across his lips wanting to just massacre a large hunk of the party in front of him. Avada all these traitors and mudbloods. He could sit here in their blood and he would be forever happy.

Turning his eyes towards Greer he shakes his head. “Look at them.” He hisses the drink in his hand as he knocks it back, letting the alcohol burn down his throat. She was here and that made him furious. She who let one of his friends torture her. In the bouts of his mind he wants to torture her now. But he still feels himself unable to do it. After the drink is done for he smashes the drink on the table. “This is all fucking bullshit.”

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Mulciber didn’t have anything to interrupt his sleep. At the time he had mended things Alice, but still he drummed his fingers on his abdomen staring at the ceiling. The need to cause fear and mayhem whispering against his ears maliciously. Not many people stayed at the castle this year, and so it was relatively easy to move about. His stomach growls mid thought, and he arches a brow. Not even considering being hungry as a problem.

The boy stands up and gets dressed in common clothes to stumble out of the room he shared with Severus. Fingers combing through his ginger locks, while his other hand kept his hand on his wand. He had witnessed Ariel before she had seen him. There we are. A new toy to add to his collection, and on her way toward Great Hall of all places. Salazar what were the odds? The mischievous sneer returning to full volume across his lips.

His steps would stop when hers did, as he played a little game of follow the leader. Until she caught him. He scratches his temple with the tip of his wand as his eyes lock in on Ariel, with his crooked grin. Even though the dark cloaked over it for the most part. Because he had been following her light.

“Hello” The chilling giggle leaves his lips. “Couldn’t sleep?” Because she wasn’t supposed to exist no doubt.

The more she thought about it, the more she read, the more Julia’s disappearance and murder weighed on her. There was just such a huge gap between when she was taken and when she was found, and that was really what turned her stomach. Thinking about that poor girl, kidnapped, scared, maybe even tortured Ariel could barely stand it.  

Every time she shut her eyes all she could think about was Julia.  How Julia might have hoped someone would help her, how someone should have saved her. And no one had done a damn thing. 

It was far too quiet in the dorm. Normally when Ariel couldn’t sleep one of her roommates might have been awake, someone to talk to, to distract her. If nothing else there would be the sounds of the other girls in their sleep, a purring cat, something other than complete silence. It all left her feeling incredibly alone. 

Ari let herself toss and turn for another ten minutes before she got up. Sleeping wasn’t going to work. Maybe a walk would calm her down, or if she was going to be wasting time she might as well be up and moving around. 

She was almost to the Great Hall when she heard footsteps behind her and she looked around, “Hello?”

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Laughing with joy probably wasn’t the correct way to respond to getting punched, but Amycus couldn’t help it. Finally he had found something he knew what to do deal with no matter what. His relationship with Evan hadn’t gone sideways. Nothing here had changed at all. For that alone he could buy his friend a whole fucking country. Even ground. Am had even ground.

He accepted the next punch to his shoulder with ease and swung a return one towards Evan’s stomach. “You’re the only person who’d actually agree t’punch me, can you fucking believe it?”

Laughter is contagious and so was the inner glee that came with the pain. Evan’s manic laughter unleashes in a fury until the punch lands in his stomach. He ooomphs  and bends forward, extending out his fist to try to connect it at Amy’s hip.  The giggles returning to the boy in a timely matter. “what the Salazar hell is wrong with everybody?” His words sputter out slightly as he regains his stature beaming proudly. This pain would help him write and tell more lies. No big deal. He isn’t sure why Amycus wants the pain, but he’s having too much fun to ask.

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Rodolphus had told him everything and all the ire Mulciber felt whirled into a tornado. She wanted to act so high and mighty about him lying about his family. Yet, he didn’t have her fucking justice friends torture him did he? He didn’t use her friends to do something that she could have done. She didn’t consult him about it. The first stop of the evening was when he walked into the Mulicber family home. Where pain lived, and his parents were ruthless in their greeting. His father still having the striped prisoner clothes of Azkaban,  and his mother looking like she hadn’t brushed her hair in eons. A collection of ginger knots and afro. Both of them held their wicked smile as the cycle of crucio started.

Helen was missing you see, and his father was infuriated. They dueled with other knives, but all their violence stopped when his younger brother got stabbed in the throat. The blood spraying on Evan’s face, and then vengeance was his.  The outcome of the snake household questionable when he landed on Alice’s doorstop. The deep breaths that flared his nostrils as he barrels through the Fortescue household like an untamable bull. Some of his bones rattle when he walks, but he’s high on adrenaline and bitter anger.

“Let’s bloody talk about you Alice. YOU LET RODOLPHUS FUCKING TORTURE YOU AND YOU DIDN’T THINK TO TELL ME.” The words boom out with his anger not even giving a fuck that her family was inside the house, his eyes flickering with his anger.

Alice settled down into her favorite armchair, pulled up her leg, placed a large book behind the parchment and started writing back to Evan. Things were a lot better between them. Not perfect, but she did have a lot of time thinking through everything that happened and she was ready to talk about everything. They had a lot to discuss, after all, and not just the lies he told her. Technically she hasn’t been completely honest with him either since the entire Rodolphus thing happened, but she wasn’t sure how she could just tell him, especially over letters. She was still going back and forth on whether or not she was actually going to tell him about it all, but she still had time until when they agreed to meet.

She was collecting her thoughts, thinking through what she wanted to write when a big thump came from the front door and Alice snapped her head up, looking towards the door. “Dad? Was that–” she called out to her father, but the words died in her throat because Evan suddenly appeared in the door, looking frantic and mad and scruffy. For a second she just stared at him, confused, and then she quickly put aside everything in her lap and stood up. “Evan, what are you doing here? Is everything alright? Are you– are you alright?”

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Evan found himself rarely amused at these parties. The only thing that was his savior during such events was the way he became inebriated. Choosing not to do it until after he had been at the party for several minutes in respect for Amycus. He couldn’t deal with it anymore, and stood up to venture around the house to find an unoccupied room to get into some uppers or anything really to make a party of interest to him. He’s at an engagement party without his betrothed and he feels slightly off the rails about it. His would have been an event surely he would have had to bring Alice too. Even though rarely anyone got their relationship but them.

There’s already a door a creak open that he slips into. At first seeing the outline of a shadow by the window. The crisp air even brushing against his temple at the length he stood away from the window. Evan runs his fingers through his ginger locks as he finally gazes from the window to Emma when she spoke. “I can’t see the view from here.” He spoke and rounds to where she is to look out the window and then back down to her with a regular tight lipped smile. “Hello Emma. What are you doing here?” Don’t be mistaken he eyed the dip of the unzipped dress before he stalked over to her. Trying to maintain a politeness that Mulciber rarely shows.

Emma released a soft sigh as she stepped out of her heels. She didn’t care where they fell, just that they were off her feet. She reached behind her, wiggling some as she wrestled with the zip on her dress, and lowered it until it wasn’t constraining her ribs anymore, and she could finally breathe. She knew she was being ridiculous, the dress had been tailored to fit her perfectly, but the style was tight and she just wanted more air. She could have gone outside, could have stood in the softly falling snow, but the upstairs room was quiet and blissfully free of cigarette smoke. 

She reached up, letting a few of the pins holding her hair in place slip free between her fingertips as soft curls came tumbling down over her shoulders. Ten minutes, then she’d piece herself together again and go back downstairs. Of course, it wasn’t even her night, her stress or problem to worry about, but she’d had too many crowded rooms, parents of too many mutual friends asking about her own engagement because Merlin forbid anything be about the actual couple in question on their night. She hated high society on days like this. She wanted nothing more than to slip into a comfortable sweater and fuck off to some muggle town where nobody knew her and nobody insisted on planning her life for her. Instead she climbed up on the windowsill, dress still falling open in the back, as she reached up to the ancient locks to unclasp them and open the damn window. She bit her lip between her teeth as she focused, pressing up on her toes as she tried to reach, but the ancient house had ancient windows that for some reason needed to be a good two foot taller than she was. Finally she reached the clasp, and sighed in relief as she pressed the window, letting it fall open to welcome the chill, crisp, winter air. 

Emma stepped down, intending to sit against the window sill and let the cool air dance along her back, but when she turned she noticed she wasn’t alone. “Like the view?” She asked, intentional about the double meaning–both her unzipped dress, and the wintry scene outside the window.