alice longbottom. 17 years old. ravenclaw house. "everyone wants to be the sun to lighten up everyone’s life, but why not be the moon, to brighten in the darkest hour."
Oh goodness, when isn’t he? No matter what it is, I’m sure he’ll come around. I mean, you guys are best mates and the poor guy won’t survive a week without you. I wouldn’t worry too much about it if I were you. *Alexxa offered the girl a comforting smile, hoping to lighten her mood*
"Here's hoping. I'm hoping I can corner him at breakfast tomorrow and make him talk to me." Alice smiled wanly back at Alexxa. "But enough about Pratty Potter, he's brought down my mood enough already. Do you have any other plans for the weekend?"
"I’ve got a whole stack of them upstairs in my trunk. Feel free to have a look- just don’t bend the spines or I swear,” Clio’s voice trailed off, shaking her head from side to side at the mere thought but stopping once she absorbed her housemate’s words. "Last night? Tell me, who was it?"
"I won't, I swear on Ravenclaw's diadem." Alice held up her hand, then grimaced slightly. "You know Higgs, that really muscular blonde that used to be on the Slytherin quidditch team? Him. Not my finest moment, but it was a worthy venture. Don't tell anyone. Assuming that everyone's not gossiping about it already."
James’ head whipped back, his eyes closed as he fought to flush out the pain. Keep going. He had to keep going before Aidrik had another chance to dish out one more blow. "That’s not what happened to Atalia." James hissed, stumbling forward to latch onto his shoulder. With a single, fluid motion, he sent his fist hurtling forward until it met the other boy’s gut with a satisfying umpf! "Think after what happened in the library, I’m going to believe whatever bullshite you spew?" He shook his head from side to side and scoffed, ending this thought with a final shove.
Aid stumbled backward, stomach turning, enraged that James had the balls to bring up Atalia. "You have no fucking clue what you’re talking about there, Potter. I don’t care if you believe me about Alice or not, but don’t talk about things you have no clue about." He dropped his clenched fists down by his sides and looked about the room, spotting a very familiar blonde girl walking into the Great Hall, unaware of what she was about to land herself in the middle of. He raised his hands up into a surrender for a moment, then in a flash punched James once again. "You might want to learn to think before you speak." He glanced toward where Alice stood near the huge doors, frozen in horror as she stared at the two of them. "Bet you don’t have the balls to finish me off, Potter." He goaded, waiting for another blow.
It hadn't been unexpected, the eyes on her and the whispers as she descended the stairs toward the Great Hall. After all, rumours had a way of circulating quickly around Hogwarts, and she had no doubt people were already gossiping about what, or whom, she had been doing in the dungeons the previous night. Just as she hit the bottom of the staircase, Fred Weasley burst out of the Great Hall, looking around wildly. He spotted her within a few seconds and waved in a quick greeting before pointing his thumb at the hall, and then telling her there was something in there that she was going to want to see. Smiling a little, Alice stepped into the Great Hall and began to walk toward the Ravenclaw table when an ongoing ruckus caught her attention. Ever the gossip, Alice turned her attention in the direction of the noises to find James and Aidrik Higgs screaming and throwing punches at each other. Her stomach dropped, and she stared in dismay at the sight. So much for a nice breakfast. She quickly gathered her wits and stalked in their direction, fury already brewing. She wasn't quite sure who it was going to be directed toward: James, for trying to fight her battles, or Aidrik, for punching her best mate. Maybe a little bit of both.
Fuck, Marry, Kill - Titus Monaghan, James Potter, and Colin Finnigan
"Well this is a bit of a sad lot." Alice sighed and shook her head at the paper. How the hell was she supposed to choose this? No matter how many rumours there were about her and James, they weren’t the type of friends who fucked on the side. "Merlin, all right. I’d fuck Monaghan. He’s got a terrible personality, but a nice face. I’d marry…" She trailed off. Something in the back of her head was telling her to say James, but she shook it off. "Colin. He’d be a great husband, I’d reckon. And I guess that mean I’d have to kill James, the prat." Oh well. He’d be more likely to forgive her for killing him than for shagging Aid Higgs when he’d told her not to anyway at this point.
I can't decide who's the bigger slut, you or Curay. Guess you don't need to solve a riddle to get into Ravenclaw afterall.
Merlin, there was another unsigned letter. She rolled her eyes upon seeing what it said, then pulled out her sharpest quill to write. "Darling, the answer is both. We're both the biggest sluts. Embrace it. Just don't pretend you're somehow more evolved because you have less sex. We're both more satisfied than you will ever be. Besides, you probably wouldn't be able to solve the riddle anyway with your pea-sized brain, nor would you be able to fuck your way in with your surely tiny dick."
Rumor has it, you were seen leaving from the dungeons late last night. What is a little bird doing in the house of the snakes?
Alice opened the letter and let out a sharp laugh. Apparently word travelled fast around these parts. What could she even say to this? Proving a point? Being an idiot? Being a spiteful shrew? While the decision still sat well with her in the bright light of day, the fact that James had yet to talk to her set her on edge. She'd hated being told what to do ever since... well... never mind that. James hadn't known, but how exactly could she tell him without him reacting the exact same way he had the previous night? She was her own god damned person, and could make her own decisions, James' opinion be damned. "It felt like a nice evening for a stroll in the dungeons. Can't a girl go exploring once in a while?"
Alright, alright, alright. *Alexxa smiled, turning her head to look at her blonde friend* So, it’s been a while since we’ve talked. Anything new? I haven’t seen our oh-so-mysterious Potter friend around lately. You wouldn’t be keeping him captive now, would you?
"Nope. Actually, we're not on speaking terms at the moment. We had a fight, and I did something, and now he's being a bit of a wanker." Alice crossed her arms tightly over her chest and looked down, kicking at a loose stone by her foot rather than making eye contact with her friend.
Clio set her book down in her lap. Flobberworms could wait. "Well, it’s not exactly reading material fit for first years, I’ll tell you that." A smirk twisted across her lips and her eyebrow twitched, her features hinting at the mystery books’ content.
A wicked grin had crept it's way onto Alice's face as her friend spoke. "You're going to have to share this book with me when you're done. I've been deprived of things not fit for first years. Well... Except for last night, but I'm not really counting that."
"Those books had to be put on hold for the time being. Trust me," Clio sighed, flipping the page of the text dramatically, "if I had it my way I’d be nose deep in book with a little more heat."
"Ooh, tell me more." Alice lit up at the mention of heat, eager to hear what the other girl would rather be reading. "I hate having to set aside fun things for school. It's dreadful."
Clio sighed, rolling her eyes slightly at the disturbance as she turned the book in her hands. "Flobberworms from A to Z. It’s just so invigorating. I don’t know how to thank Professor Bonheur."
"Not exactly what I was expecting." Alice let out a laugh. "I had to read that last year. It's terribly boring, but survivable. I was hoping you were reading something more interesting than that." She crossed to the couch opposite the younger blonde and sat down, tucking her feet underneath her body and leaning so all the weight was off her bruised back.
do you want me on your mind or do you want me to go on
i might be yours as sure as i can say
be gone be faraway
oh what a day to choose. torn by the hours
all that I say to you is like fuel to fire
Ah! I’ve needed this for far too long. And it’s not like we have many more chances before you all leave me and go off from Hogwarts. *Alexxa quirked her eyebrow in interest* Oh really? I don’t know whether to be worried or excited..
He was surprisingly easy to find, the bulky blonde with the terrible reputation. Alice had always been resourceful, and the secrets of the castle and it's inhabitants were practically open books for her to read, but finding Aid was exceptionally easy. An apparent altercation with his ex in the library had sent him shooting off into the depths of the castle, nowhere to be found. But Alice had learned long ago that, like a ripple in the water, rumours did a wonderful job of creating a trail after a person, and his was quite easy to pick up. Following the whispers and furtive stares had lead her down into the bowels of the castle, far past the deepest she'd ever made it on her own before.
The dungeons were dark, and moisture hung in the air, tense and deep. It would have been a lie to say Alice wasn't absolutely terrified. The dungeons were one of her least favourite places in the castle, closed in and spiralling deep into the earth. She much preferred the wide open airiness of the towers, was more at home with falling through the air than suffocating in the low light and stale air. And yet here she was, facing it without a second thought, and all to find a man accused of beating his girlfriend. What for? To prove something stupid to James? To exercise her freedom. She didn't even know any more, but she was a woman on a mission, and nothing could stop her.
Aid, on the other hand, was spiralling again. Without a plan or a course of action, he had fled to the dungeons. It was the only place he really felt like he could escape it all, deep under the ground. Sometimes he could close his eyes and pretend he was drowning somewhere in the lake, and that all of his problems would be over soon. Whatever it was that had just blown up between him and Atalia, it had only made things worse. They were already whispering about him again, the bloody rumour spreading bastards that did nothing but stare and gossip about him. By morning he'd have reached a whole new low. After all, rumours were one thing, but a live demonstration of a temper flying off the handle was something else entirely.
A million thoughts, a million actions flowed through his head, and he didn't know what he wanted to do more, slam his fist into the stones of the wall or slide down them until he was balled on the floor. Surely the first wouldn't help his already bruised and bloody knuckles, but loosing the rage building up inside of him would be a blissful release. The second would be peaceful, but deep inside he didn't truly know if he would be able to get up again after ward. As he turned to make a snap decision, a figure in the low firelight caught his eye and distracted him. She was tall and thin, all legs, with long blonde hair and brown eyes and- and a face recognized. What the hell was Alice Longbottom doing in the dungeons.
"Not really shocking, seeing how I'm a Slytherin and my common room is actually down here. You on the other hand..." He let the words trail off and turned away from her.
She shrugged and took a few more steps toward him, slipping into the cell where he had surely been hiding and leaning against the opposite wall. "I fancied a late night stroll."
"That just so happened to take you down into the dungeons?" He seemed skeptical, and for all the right reasons.
Alice bit back a smile, knowing any positive emotion she showed would cause problems, but she couldn't help but feel a tingle of satisfaction that he was playing right into her hands. As a matter of fact, the whole situation was laying itself out right in from of her, easier and more glorious than even she could have planned it.
"Actually, I had an ulterior motive."
Aid said nothing, but turned back to her, arms crossed over his chest. Alice took that as permission to continue.
"I need to prove a point to someone, and you look like you need a distraction, so I was thinking we could shag."
It was straight to the point, and not at all what Aid had expected to come out of her mouth. Of course, he'd heard stories about Alice Longbottom and her mountain of conquests before. But never in a million years had he thought she'd be this forward about it. He wasn't going to lie, the idea was appealing. Not only would it goad Atalia. but it would also do a stellar job toward pissing off the eldest Potter boy. This was his best mate, after all.
"I can't imagine Potter is too happy about this. You're his... whatever, and I hit women."
She almost groaned out loud. "Screw him. The bastard doesn't get a say in who I shag. I'm my own person, I make my own choices. And since when have any of the rumours in this castle ever been right?"
The taller blonde raised one eyebrow. Sounded like she had someone she wanted to piss off too. It wasn't a terrible idea. And she almost sounded like she didn't believe Atalia's lies. Whether it was true or a clever manipulation, he almost didn't care.
Staring intently at him, Alice could see Aid weighing all the pros and cons carefully. She could also pinpoint the exact moment where he threw caution to the wind and stepped forward, grabbing her waist and pulling her to him until their bodies were flush together. He was surprisingly gentle when he slanted his mouth over her own, but before long the kiss was hot and passionate, driving any and all thought beside pleasure and James out of her head.
Grasping her arse, he lifted her off the ground and into a far better position for what they intended to do. On instinct, she wrapped her legs around his waist, bracing herself on his muscular body. He only stumbled slightly before whirling around, looking for something to stabilize them before they careened to the ground. The wall was a few metres away, but was the best option the had, so he headed them in that direction, never breaking the kiss. Momentum took over after the first step, sending them slamming into the wall.
Alice's back connected with the stones hard, and she cried out in pain, sucking air in.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry." Aid pulled back, staring at her in his arms.
"Fuck it. Keep going, I'm fine."
It was a heady combination, the pleasure and the pain, and the anger and hurt. It hooked them together, spurring them on a driving them toward the edge of a cliff. Neither had a single thought of the other in their minds, lost instead in far away worlds filled with other people, and other times.
Alice's nimble fingers had freed Aid from his button up, and were now working on tugging her own over her head. Sight lost in white cotton, she felt her fist connect with flesh, and heard a hiss of pained breath. As soon as she had flung her shirt away, she turned back to him.
"Now we're even." He growled into her ear, then pressed a hot kiss to her neck.
The pleasure and blunt satisfaction reared their twin heads then, and the two lost themselves in the rhythms of a very familiar dance.
...
An hour later, Aid was back in the Slytherin common room, head held high. Alice, meanwhile, was slinking out of the dungeons. and making her way toward the kitchens. Her back smarted, and she knew there was going to be a bruise in the morning, but she really couldn't bring herself to care. She had been right, and James wrong, and if she had been thinking about him and her anger for him while her vision filled with stars it was her business.
The familiar fruit bowl painting had come and passed, and she continued to walk along, feeling weight lifting off her shoulders with every step. She was going to need a bruise cream from Fred or Frank for the morning, but until she could get rid of it she planned to carry it like a battle scar. She had wrestled with a monster and won. Though had he really been a monster? No. Maybe the monster was really her own pride, and James', duelling and driving her to do reckless, petty things.
A tiny Hufflepuff sat in the hallway outside the common room entrance. Alice crouched down beside him and smiled kindly. "Hi love, can you grab Fred Weasley for me?"
The young boy nodded and was gone in a moment, leaving Alice alone with her thoughts again. Inevitably, the drifted back to James, and their fight. Cleaning this one up was going to be hard, but she had come away unscathed.
Fred appearing pulled her from her thoughts, and she quickly told him what she needed, leaving out how she had gotten the bruises. She knew Fred could sense a story, and to his credit he tried to pry it out of her, but Alice was staying quiet.
Finally, bruise cream in hand, Alice headed back to Ravenclaw Tower with a bounce in her step and, for the first time since she had parted from James, a small hopeful smile on her face.
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