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Come What May || Solo&Hux
am-flying-solo:
Solo shrugged. “I can train myself to levitate shit. I can’t train myself to see the future for the life of me.” To Solomon, readings of the future had always felt uncomfortable, as if he was about to get caught in some unbreakable trap of destiny. He’d felt caged in his own life for too long, and the idea that there was some invisible plan laid out for him, of which he had little control, made him shiver. Solo wished divination was bullshit, but here he was anyway, swallowing hyprocrisy like a bitter pill.
Well, he’d swallowed worse before.
“Fair,” he responded simply to Huxley’s passive aggressiveness. They didn’t particularly like each other, Solo was fine with that, as long as it didn’t mean Hux would give him some horrible prediction out of revenge. “Deal. I’m not exactly a great boxer myself, I’m more of a hexing sort of guy, but I come into this unarmed, so just– like, don’t predict my death in a horrible way just to fuck with me ‘cause you hate me, and we’re good.” He took a long drag of his cigarette and sat before Hux, awaiting nervously for an answer to his doubts. Solo kept telling himself it didn’t matter - that he was the master of his fate, and nothing Hux said or didn’t say could change that. But that didn’t make him any less nervous about what the cards had to say. Not being in control wasn’t new - his entire life had been an exercise of dealing wth that - but this was new. “So… how does this work? Do I get to ask questions, do I just sit here while you do your thing, what’s the deal, mate?”
Huxley furrowed his brow at the implication that he would predict something so dire like that just for shits and giggles. He supposed people didn’t exactly know how much each reading took out of him. How drained he felt -- physically and emotionally -- after each reading that he did. He figured it stemmed from the fact that people didn’t rightly believe that he could actually tell the future, and so thought he could just make up whatever he wanted to tell them. “To falsely misrepresent the cards like that...” Hux searched for the words to describe how abhorrent that would be to him. “My family is already cursed. I don’t need to anger whatever force is out there that allows me to read the cards by misrepresenting the knowledge that they give me.” Hux could justify just about anything in his life, his morals were that changeable. Except when it came to his Divination practices. It was really the only thing that he took seriously in his life, and he wondered often if that was because of his family’s curse or not. Rumour said the curse didn’t activate the same way in each person, but perhaps he and his grandfather had similar strains of the curses.
Hux’s voice took almost a bored expression. He’d explained how he gave readings enough times that he briefly considered writing up a script to give to people when they came to him. “I’m going to hand you the cards, and you are going to shuffle them to your heart’s content. All the while focusing on the question that you wish to ask. You don’t need to speak it aloud, most people don’t. Though it does help me if you give me an indication of the topic so that I can filer the information that I get.” While he spoke he tried to finish the cigarette that he was almost done with. He didn’t mind the client smoking while they did so but preferred to focus his full attention on the reading. “Then you will set the cards between us, I guess we ought to sit down for this, and I will draw the top cards and read them. That’s it.” He produced his tarot cards from his pocket with a practised ease that seemed to make people automatically trust him at least 12% less than they had before. He figured it was something to do with the appearance of a con man that it gave him. He held the cards in his hands out towards Solomon. “Don’t bend them.”
summerharlowe:
The Ravenclaws, from what Summer had seen, were so incredibly one-sided. While one half were busy studying, the other half was busy getting high at every possible moment. Pathetic. “Are you telling me that the Ravenclaw boys are worse than the chattering, annoying Gryffindor girls? Tell me, what has been going on in the tower that is so terrible?” Summer was curious, honestly. “Oh, I wanted to hex them. But the Gryffindors have this annoying habit of running to the Head Girl or Boy if I even look at them funny. Wimps, the lot of them.”
“I’d take chattering and annoying over arrogant and this incessant posturing I’ve had to deal with. “ though Hux had to consider the fact that that might just be his experience in Ravenclaw because of who he was as a person. Perhaps someone else was having a different experience in Ravenclaw. Maybe some of the nicer Slytherins were doing fine. But in his experience, the nice ones only made up about 25% of the whole house. “The Ravenclaw prefects just seem to have a habit of being everywhere. Which is why I’m doing my best to spend every last second I can away from the tower.”
danikas-lense:
“You really think I’d do it by hand when I’ve got so many people who owe me favors?” Dani had blackmail on so many kids it was laughable, granted being found out to have such sordid information on so many students was ground sof r explusion somewhere, but since when did she care?·“Professor Vauxhall can shove it, I’m lseeping with Gryffindors Hux! Gryffindors! And not in the carnal pleasure way where I can leave to go bak to my dorm where I can hang with Flora and bitch at Summer. Torture.” she was being dramtic, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
“Perhaps not. If you’re lucky not to have Professor Kettlebin overseeing your detention. She seems to know our tricks and stick around to make sure we actually do detention the way we need to.” Avett had had enough detentions over his time here that he was pretty sure that he had had detention with every teacher, even the ones he didn’t have for classes. He preferred detention with Dawkins the most because you could distract him with questions and really only have to work 3/4 of what he normally was required to do. “It’s not like the Ravenclaws are a walk or a park or anything. I honestly think that our best bet would have been to shove us with the Hufflepuffs or give us the Astronomy tower or something. Merlin knows we don’t really get along with anyone.“
delaneyallaway:
Delaney had been pacing in front of the painting for at least ten minutes, but she was starting to think that she has been stood up or tricked by the woman in the painting. Right as she was about to leave, a figure rounded the corner and she jumped. “Merlin,” she exhaled slowly, as her eyes narrowed on the boy who just appeared. “Hux… Huxley?” She sounded unsure; it has been a while since she even spoke to him and the shadows weren’t helping.
“That is my name,” Hux said as he turned around slowly to face the voice that had come from down the hall. There he saw Gryffindor’s seeker. He had no strong feelings about her either way, except when they were on the PPitch. Even then his only thought was that he had to score as many points before she might catch the snitch. “Allaway, “ he said with a nod in greeting, “What brings you to this nice, distant, deserted corridor?”
the-yunhaneul:
Han was still very jealous about this whole sharing rooms arrangement. Everyone was tucked up together, basically having sleep overs every night, and he was stuck at the other end of the castle- literally- by himself. But he could always visit, which was his current plan, after a rather disastrous attempt at baking with Elliot he had once again found himself craving bread but this time had let the elves handle it. They even made a spare batch of garlic knots and he planned on dropping them off before he headed to the Astronomy Reading Room for some extra studying. Considering he had time he decided to take the long way around, after all the elves had assured him the garlic knots would be hot for some time yet, and he was quite enjoying a leisurely stroll through the castle when he turned a corner and spotted hux. “Annyeong!” Face lighting up, he literally skipped a few steps as he waved big and approached the Slytherin. “What are you doing?” Glancing at the painting Hux was accusing of not being very helpful he bit back a laugh when he asked, “Are you lost?”
“I’m not lost,” Hux snapped. Too quick to deny it, especially considering that he was lost and could not figure out which way he was supposed to go to get back to the Ravenclaw common room. He didn’t want to go back there, he’d much rather go back to the dungeons, back to his own common room where he felt more at home than he did up in this stupid tower. Hux took a breath and sighed, trying to push out his anger,. Han especially didn’t deserve his anger. The Hufflepuff was always nice to him, even though Hux knew he didn’t deserve anyone’s kindness. So he shouldn’t be taking out his anger on the one person who was actually nice to him. “I’m just uh, turned around? Yeah, turned around. I never really came up here before being forced to live up here.”
Apathy in general; people who are not standing up for what they believe in because somebody’s got a louder mouth than them; it doesn’t make any sense.
lennoxfraser:
Why Hux was boasting about being the target of people’s ill-wishes was beyond Lennox; being an arsehole wasn’t something people would boast about, unless of course you were a Slytherin, you didn’t have much else to boast about. It was an amusing and almost pitying state of being that Lennox saw in Hux - so little worth in himself that he was throwing his safety at the feet of a man bigger than himself, and for what? Lennox wasn’t afraid of a detention, or even the loss of house points - he’d take those on the chin, because they really meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. Hux twisted out of his grip and Lennox didn’t work to readjust, let the smaller boy pull himself away, realigning himself once Lennox’s hands were no longer fisted in his shirt. The threat - or was it a promise? - made Lennox laugh once, looking away from Hux to the room around them; there were indeed a number of prefects on high alert, looking to break up a fight. Lennox’s adrenaline picked up at the thought of taking a swing at something solid, and maybe spilling a little of his own blood.
“You’re on,” he said, voice lowered, looking back to Hux, stone-faced. “Lead the way, pretty boy - hope you’re not too attached to your face the way it is now, because once you walk out that door, I can assure you it won’t look the same when you come back through.”
Fighting was something that was purely illogical. Huxley's self-preservation should have kicked in long before he started fighting, and should have prevented him from saying things that were liable to get his face punched in. But they didn’t, and so here Hux was again egging on a fight. Wanting to start a fight. He wasn’t proud exactly, but his need to fight left him saying ridiculous things that had him cringing when he reflected back on them. But this need to fight, to feel his knuckles connecting with another person, drove him to do crazy things. Like take on larger and taller people just to feel that moment, when he could feel alaive. At least when he was fighting, even getting punched, he could feel something beyond general apathy.
Without giving Lennox a response, he turned and stalked out of the Ravenclaw commonroom. If he was going to do this, he wouldn’t follow Lennox like some lost little puppy wanting to fight. Even in the hallway, there were people hanging about. They were the overflow, those that didn’t find a seat in the commonroom and who didn’t want to hang out else where or on their beds. People just lurking everywhere Hux turned, in every little crevice. Not only because they weren’t allowed in the dungeons anymore, but because everyone was a little wary about bing alone with the implication that there is something lurking out there that made the Headmaster displace an entire house of students. Hux stalked away from group of people, walking down the hallway and turning down a deserted one. Hux himself was a bit reluclant to turn his back on the deserted hallway, but did anyways. He wondered if Lennox had followed him, or had merely used that as an excuse to get him to leave the common room. An alternative that he hadn’t considered until that moment.
“I swear this castle is fucking with me,” Hux nearly growled in frustration. Hux had spent most of his time at Hogwarts in the dungeons and had spent little time up in the towers and the upper floors. Which meant Hux was back to being a 1st year again, getting lost on his way to his bed. Not knowing which way was which in these hallways that seemed to change every time he made a turn. “And these stupid paintings aren’t much help for directions,” He glared at one of the paintings who thumbed their nose at Hux.
lennoxfraser:
Everything in Lennox’s life had revolved around his mother’s illness from a young age - his decisions were no longer his own; they were geared toward what would help the family best. Lennox was nothing without his family; without his mother and father to care for, Flora to look out for, Loren to now raise. In another life, another world, Lennox might’ve done something else with himself: a writer, perhaps; married rich like his grandparents wanted and make a semi-pure bloodline under the name Thornbrook. But in this life, in this world, Lennox was just this: a boy who needed to take care of the people he loved. Hux had ripped that out from beneath his feet, stolen that purpose with a single sentence. And even though Lennox told himself that he didn’t believe Hux, his heart was still in his throat at the possibility. What if, by some twist of fate and the universe, Hux did have a power? What if he’d actually seen the truth? The slightest hint of it scared him, and Lennox reacted in the only way he knew how - violently, grabbing the nearest person and holding them accountable.
And Hux wasn’t backing down, which only scared Lennox more. “You’re a real piece of shit, you know that, Huxley?” Lennox snarled, vision tunnelling until it was almost white, and he could feel it - the itch of violence at the back of his mind that took over like a tidal wave, crashing through his thoughts and knocking them all out like lights. He didn’t think about it, just push Hux back enough before he took a swing, fist connecting with his jaw and stumbling back, the angle off, and Lennox realised he was breathing fast, knuckles singing from where it connected. “You ever fucking come near me or my family again, if the word Fraser so much as comes out of your mouth, I’ll make sure it’s you that ends up dead - ask the cards, see if I’m joking,” Lennox said, finger pointing at Hux, his breath a pant as he grabbed his things before a professor could come.
For once in his life, Hux realized he had said enough and kept his mouth shut. The pain radiating from his jaw showed that Lennox was serious. He understood though. If Huxley were in Lennox’s place he might have punched him too. Though Hux also knew that the future wasn’t something to mess with, and wouldn’t have agreed to have his card’s read if he hadn’t wanted to hear the answer.
Maybe it was all a fluke. Maybe everyone was right and Hux was just some hack that was making it all up. That didn’t explain how Hux knew things that he shouldn’t know. And how eventually, in some way the things he saw came true. But he knew he couldn’t say anything to make Lennox feel better. Hux couldn’t say anything to make himself feel better. And he knew better than to say anything to Lennox. He knew how to escalate fights, and thus knew what to say to not escalate them. The bad taste in his mouth after that reading had taken the gth out of him.
He had predicted bad things and good things before. That was just how life worked. But never had he predicted something this dire before. Something that left a bad taste in his mouth. He hated that he had had to say it to Lennox, and it wasn’t until Lennox referenced his family that he remembered that Flora shared the same mother with Lennox. That he had predicted a future that meant something to one of his friends, not just some random student or some arse that he, for some reason, had been trying to prove himself to. He’d been trying to show off and look how it had turned out.
As Lennox gathered his stuff, Huxley grabbed his wand and weakly summoned the cards that had fallen to the floor. He then gathered the rest of them and counte through them, making sure he had them all. The cards then were slipped back into his bag and Hux stood to leave the Great Hall. He needed a cigarette and didn’t have the heart to continue studying after that. Readings tended to take a lot of the wind out of his sails on a normal day, but after that it was almost enough to put him off readings for a long time. Almost.
Come What May || Solo&Hux
am-flying-solo:
“Deal,” Solomon said quickly, reaching for his cigarette pack to light one of his own. It took him a while to work up to it: he didn’t need to know the future; he had conviction, and that was enough, right? The idea of some sort of plan being laid out before him without his knowledge scared him. Where was their agency? This was useless: he was walking straight into a scam. The guy didn’t even like him to start with. Chances were he’d be getting the prefiction of some terrible, stupid death, or a raging STD. And yet, he hesitated. His doubts grew in the maybes and he couldn’t just turn his back on Huxley now. “So, I heard you have, like, these– powers, or something. Sensitive stuff. Reading the future. Whatever.” He shrugged, trying to sound casual, and took a long drag of his cigarette to gain himself some time. He hoped it didn’t sound as pathetic as it did in his head.
“That true?” Solomon asked carefully, watching Hux’s reaction. He prided himself in usually being able to tell when someone was openly bullshitting him. “I mean, I could use some head’s up. Hogwarts is almost done, and–” He shrugged, wondering if Hux felt it too - the impending uncertainty of adult life. Maybe not - Hux had his sister, and from what Solo got from the last time he had her on a mattress, that seemed like enough for both of them. He envied that, in a way, that unwavering loyalty running in their blood. “I just have a few questions. I have a plan, I just want to confirm it’s gonna work out. I know it will. I’m just–” There was no way he could explain that sort of fear, so he didn’t. He was probably not the first one to come to Hux asking for confirmation either. “So how do you do it? Throwing bones, reading a cup of coffee, looking at my palms for an obscene amount of time? I’ve washed my hands thoroughly, I swear.”
Huxley wasn’t sure if he should roll his eyes or laugh. He really should have expected that that was what Solo wanted from him. It was what most people sought him out for, and really the only substantial thing he had to offer to the school. “You make it sound like some mystical power or shit like we don’t fucking levitate random items on a daily basis.” He was tired of people treating Divination like it was either some sort of superpower or a joke. They went to a school of magic for crying out loud. But somehow telling the future is what’s ridiculous about all of it. Huxley waved off Solo attempting to explain why he wanted his fortune read. “Everyone has their reason, and I honestly don’t care. About yours especially.” That last part wasn’t technically necessary to say but to say that Hux wasn’t a passive aggressive would be a giant lie.
The Slytherin took a long drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out of his lungs in a long slow exhale. “I mean yeah I could use those ways. Except for the cup of coffee, it’s tea leaves. But also tea leaf reading is honestly the worst way and you need the giant fucking book with all of the possible things that it could mean. No one has time for that shit. I use tarot cards.” He wouldn’t ever admit that he was nervous to do a reading, but his jaw still ached from where Lennox had punched him after his last reading. “I’d normally ask for a monetary donation in exchange for my time, but I’ll offer you a deal. You don’t punch me over what I might tell you and I'll give you this reading pro bono. I can’t control what I see, and I won’t lie to make you feel better about yourself.”
danikas-lense:
Dani huffed at him, but it was with no real anger, the light teasing, the basic aggression, the heckling of one another was just another part of Slytherin life. She missed it. “I can keep any promise I damn well please Hux, don’t act like you wouldn’t love me to nibble on you a bit,” her grin was quirked and she began to roll her eyes at him. “Someone with a shit taste in humor obviously, someone no short of a hell beast. An actual devil living among us.”
Hux wasn’t sure how to continue the conversation thread, so he just gave a laugh and let it drop. He missed the friendly heckling that seemed to be the lifeblood of the Slytherin house. The Ravenclaws didn’t seem to take to his jokes the way he was used to. He was hardly ever serious, but they all seemed to take it as a threat. “Maybe don’t let Professor Vauxhall hear you call him a devil. Unless of course you enjoy cleaning up after all of Hagrid’s animals by hand.”
summerharlowe:
“Well, at least you get to stay with the Ravenclaws, the Gryffindors are so much worse. I mean, they couldn’t have made a worse arrangement.” Not only did Summer have nothing in common with the Gryffindor girls, they disagreed on just about everything. There was no easy rest, no chance to simply be quiet, without one of the girls claiming that she was up to no good. “I caught one of them going through my case the other day, I damned near hexed her brain out of her nose.”
Hux had to laugh at the idea that the Gryffindors were worse as he remembered the fights that he had already gotten into in the Ravenclaw tower. “I think that maybe they should have switched the arrangements because I honestly cannot imagine the Gryffindors being worse that the Ravenclaws. Though I wonder if it’s a case of the grass being greener on the other side.” Hux raised his eyebrows at Summer, “You obviously have more restraint than me, because if I caught someone going through my stuff I would have hexed them."
Come What May || Solo&Hux
@avetthuxley Solomon was restless.
It was brewing inside him since he got back from Christmas break - an uncertainty tightening around his chest, a shadow inching closer whenever he had time to think about it. Graduation was just around the corner, he felt - a few more months and he’d be out of Hogwarts and into an unwelcoming adult world that had little regard for empty pockets and a sob story. With less than impressive grades and just enough savings to get by, Solomon knew there wasn’t much waiting for him outside - a career on his knees in Knockturn Alley, maybe dealing mind-altering substances for a generous price. Or perhaps he could abandon his convictions and take on the Minister’s offer, but Solo had had a life of mandatory gratitude behind him, and he knew better than most that charity was never really free.
So that’s when he had the idea to leave. Not only London, but England and its god forsaken weather, its pureblood politics, the pressures of its classes and the opression of his own blood. Beyond the ocean, he’d be no bastard, no savage, no servant. He’d have a clean slate, like a newborn - he’d be free. But that plan didn’t come without its fair share of doubts, and maybe that was why Solomon finally broke down and decided to pay Hux a little visit, a loose smile on his lips, an unlit cigarette twirling between his fingers - the only testament to his bubbling anxiety. “Heeeeyyy, mate,” he greeted, as if they were old friends. “How’s it going? Fancy a smoke?” He offered, casually. “Still mad at me for that thing with your sister? Just wondering, in case of any upcoming punches, and also forwarding the kind request that you not aim for the face. So, how about a gentlemen’s agreement of never mentioning it again? Truce?”
Huxley looked up as he heard Solomon’s voice and tried not to react to the voice. His initial reaction was frustration and irritation. Better than anger like it had been the last time that the two of them talked. Calling it talking was very generous considering Huxley liked to talk with his fists, especially when it came to his twin. But Hux already got in trouble with Ardell over the whole thing. Apparently it was more mutual than Huxley wanted to know about, but that doesn’t mean that Hux liked that Solomon had had his hands all over his twin.
Hux took the offered cigarette, although he had just recently finished one of his own. If he was going to entertain whatever Solomon wanted, he’d need it. Solomon was definitely not at the top of Hux’s list of people he wanted to talk to. Actually Solomon wasn’t on that list at all, but Hux was intrigued by Solomon’s overly friendly attitude. That and the tone that Solomon was taking told Hux that the Ravenclaw wanted something from him. It intrigued Hux enough to stick around and light the cigarette instead of immediately taking off. “To answer your questions: It's going, yes, and yes," Hux said answering Solomon's questions in order, "But if you never mention her again, I might be willing to listen to whatever you're about to say next."
“Fucking children,” Summer hissed under her breath. Sharing a dorm with the damned Gryffindors was getting to her, they were all such complainers, whether she was just sat reading, or relaxing in her bed, they found things to complain about. “I swear, if this doesn’t end soon, I will flip the hell out.”
Huxley let out a soft chuckle at Summer’s hiss of frustration. “I’ll be right behind you. This entire castle is a ticking time bomb and I am more than ready to never look at the inside of the Ravenclaw dorm ever again.”
lennoxfraser:
The question he’d asked of Hux was a sensitive one. Lennox didn’t talk about his family with anyone - it wasn’t their business. People had their rumours and ideas about what went on inside the Fraser household - aided by the lies spun by Lennox’s grandparents, the ever-proud Thornbrooks - but it was never exactly spot on. People assumed Lennox’s mother was ill, kept bed-ridden by some ailment or another, but it was only a half-truth. She’d lost her mind some years ago, and in lieu of ever finding a way to cure her, they could make her comfortable. Soft pillows, potions to keep her sated, and a quiet household that wouldn’t trigger anything worse. And Lennox loved her - god, did he love her; there was nothing that he wouldn’t do to make her well again, even if it meant consulting Hux’s cards and hoping with some naive, child-like faith that they held a grain of positivity. That there’d be a cure, that she’d be herself again. That Lennox could go back to being a child.
Three cards were overturned, and all of them meant nothing to Lennox - pictures with symbols, and he frowned down at them, hoping to divine some meaning within. He was relieved there was no death card; even though he’d scoffed at Hux before about it, Lennox didn’t want that omen hanging over his head. Hux described the Moon card and the Queen of Swords - close enough to the truth that Lennox’s hands were fists beneath the table, a trickle of fear beginning at the nape of his neck - she is being well cared for. It was some comfort, at least, that Hux could see that, but it was disconcerting that he could also see that Lennox was at an impossible point of trying to help her - the block, the confusion, Lennox being torn over how to help and if help was even possible. The Minister promised so much, and Lennox would do anything, but he was scared of hoping, too.
And the relief Lennox felt when Hux said that his mother’s illness wouldn’t kill her was as though someone had lifted him bodily off the ground. It swept over him for a moment, sheer, utter relief - as though he could finally relax and take a breath after so many years of feeling tense and worried. Lennox was so caught up in feeling that he almost missed Hux’s but - and what followed made the relief crash through and twist into something ugly. Your mother will die. Disbelief was Lennox’s first reaction: Hux was lying, that much he knew. But the audacity, the actual nerve of Hux to say that – Lennox’s anget spiked so quickly and so violently that he was on his feet and grabbing Hux by the front of his shirt before he’d registered what was going on. “Say that again,” he snarled, ignoring the fact that they were in a public place. “Say that again, I fucking dare you, Huxley.”
To say that Hux regretted the last 10 minutes would be an understatement. It’s not like he always predicted rainbows and sunshine, but something of this scale he’d never seen before. Readings were taxing in general. Seeing snippets of people’s lives and having to become invested in them, even for a short amount of time, was more than Hux preferred to be. Hux almost wished that he had lied, told Lennox that everything was fine. Almost, but Hux knew he never would have done that. He couldn’t test the cards like that. Still, if he had he wouldn’t have been pulled up across the table. The tarot cards on the table between them had been scattered and Hux had to brace himself against the table.
Staring at Lennox, he knew that he was supposed to be intimidated. That Lennox was trying to scare him, but most of what Hux was feeling was sympathy. And a little bit of anger. “I told you that you weren’t going to like what I said, that’s not just something I say for effect.” Hux couldn’t keep the irritation out of his words. “Whatever I say, it’s not going to change what I said. I’m sorry.” As soon as he said it, Hux wondered if that was the wrong thing to say. In his experience, people like Lennox and himself didn’t do so well with sympathy and the idea that someone feels sorry for you. And Hux did feel sorry for Lennox, that he had to learn early about the death of his mother, that he had to learn about it at all.
You could punch me. I’d probably enjoy it.
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