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Xavier Parkinson 7th Year | SlytherinI don't care about your petty problemsI'm too busy doing nothing

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“Drink, then?” Priscilla started backing through the crowds, cocking an eyebrow up at Xavier before she spun around and continued out of the dance area in the lounge room. She lead them through to the kitchen, poured herself a lemonade and leaned her hip against the counter to face him. The scowl spread on his features was hard to miss, but it really only made her more amused. “Calm down, Xavier. You don’t want people to think you’re actually enjoying yourself, now, do you?”

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Rolling his eyes, he paused for a moment before resigning himself to following her. Since when did he follow anyone? He thought to himself as he pushed a rather small Hufflepuff out of his path. Once in the Kitchen area he headed straight for the Fire Whiskey, pouring himself another large glass, before turning back to look at Pris. “Well, I’m not. So what difference does it make?” 

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Deciding to avoid alcohol for the night didn’t mean Priscilla wasn’t in the mood to dance, and that’s just how she had spent majority of party. Twisting and swaying to the tempo of whatever song came next, ignoring almost all other party goer’s attempts to talk. However, when Xavier’s face appeared before her, by chance, she smirked a little. She was observant enough to see how many drinks he’d had, and curious enough to call him over. “Hey, Parkinson,” Priscilla hollered, gesturing him over with a nod of her head.

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Dragged once again to another lame house party by Marlene, Xavier had taken to a corner with a bottle of fire whiskey and decided to instead scowl at people who passed too close, or decided public displays of affection were acceptable right beside him. After a few more glasses the scowl was almost a permanent fixture on his face, he’d had enough - Marlene had vanished and he almost hated everyone else here. That was until he heard his name, and a familiar face swam into view. Following her come hither gesture, he pushed his way through the crowd to where she stood, rather reluctantly. “I’m not dancing Greengrass.” He shouted over the music.

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Having caught Xavier’s last comment, Priscilla scrunched up her nose as if there was a bad smell. “Care? No,” she replied, turning to gander straight ahead. “Call it curious, as to which pureblood relic is responsible for you.” She said the word pureblood pointedly, as Pansy Parkinson having the child of a muggle or half blood was a variable she seriously doubted. “But fine, boring. I’ll drop it.”

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“Nobody is responsible for me.” He replied a little shortly, as he followed behind her. Ears alert for any signs of anyone else that might bump into them. They were out after curfew after all. 

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Following Xavier to, and then out of the door, Priscilla eyed him over her shoulder. “If it won’t make a difference, either way; then why not just find out?” She lowered her voice when entering the hall, “I appreciate the indifference, really, I do.” She shrugged to indicate he didn’t need to respond to her comment, but tacked onto the end, “but I found out how to make it in fifth year, if curiosity ever begins to kill the Xavier.”  

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Xavier watched the back of her head as they walked out the room, hands tucked in his pockets. “Because my mother obviously had her reasons, and I respect her a damn sight more than I’d ever care about him, so yeah - I doubt I’ll ever be that curious, but thanks for the offer - careful though Pris, someone might actually think you care.” 

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“Okay… Well, if my pet hamster and pet turtle make baby hamtles, do you want to buy one off me?”

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“Are you - are you fucking with me? Or is this a serious query?” 

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“Nah, mate, it’s not that deep. I’ve got my eye on a different girl for my pardy, so the GG situation is calm. No need to get all dramatic, my friend.”

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“Who’s getting dramatic? I was just pointing out the facts. I’d feint interest in whichever poor soul has caught your eye this time, but I have so few fucks to give it’s not even funny.” 

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Blinking, blinking, blinking. Priscilla blinked when Xavier told her no one was perfect and when he assured that her sister didn’t actually dislike her. Why had she even spoken about her family at all? Her eyebrow, however, cocked when he spoke of his father. “Why don’t you slip her some Veritaserum?” She crossed her arms, pulled her jacket tighter. Priss gave the candle lit room a last once over and then allowed her attention to settle back on Xavier. “We should get back to the dorms.”

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The moment of touching feelings was gone, he’d said his bit and done his part as best friend - there was nothing more to say on the matter, either the girls would get along or they wouldn’t, and it had nothing else to do with him. He was Switzerland and he would stay neutral in their battles. “Because I don’t care who he is - he’s not been around anyway, so what difference would it make.” With a nonchalant shrug he headed towards the door. “Ladies first.” He offered, holding it open for her.  

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“’m the worst at potions,” Max muttered as he idly wiped at the counter. “I don’t know where it went wrong. I’ll ‘ave to look over it again, be more careful next time.”

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“It’s mostly useless anyway.” Xavier shrugged as he collected up his bag.

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“Mistake baby too, hm? I was actually the product of an affair and the daughter of a home-wrecker,” Priscilla said, tone laced in sarcasm, “but that hasn’t affected Marlene and I’s relationship in the slightest. Not one bit.” She flicked her hair over her shoulder and away from tickling her neck. “Thanks, I’m sure Miss Parkinson will be super appreciative.”  She knew the wizarding community, especially amongst the pureblood class, had an obligation of carrying on family names. But Priscilla really had no desire to have children, and she was sure Marlene would do the job just fine for the both of them. As well was be a better mother than she ever could manage. “Y’know, I’m surprised she hasn’t set up a betrothal for you yet,” the she Priss spoke of being Pansy, Xavier’s mum. 

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“Ah well, nobody’s perfect.” Xavier shrugged, he didn't care about Pris’ family history or who her and Marlene’s no good father was, just like he didn't care who his was. “Marlene’s just bitter 'cause your dad’s a major asshole, don’t take it personal - it’s not technically you she doesn't like, she just doesn't know that yet.” Turning he collected his robes from the back of on of the armchairs in the room, shaking it out before slipping it back on. “Yeah - well, that’s not for lack of trying. Nobody wants to strike a deal without pureblood confirmation, and my mother is taking the secret of my father to her grave apparently.” 

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Shuffling around in her seat when Xavier rose, Priscilla glimpsed over her lap for a moment. “And I do like my intestines where they currently sit.” Cato was irrefutably odd; but she knew better than to think he would actually hurt her despite the jokes. She, in fact, found him to be kind of sweet on the rare occasion. Even Priss couldn’t deny that it was nice to be actively sought after. “Was never planning on kids, anyway. They’re messy and loud and they cry all the time. Genetic, hm? I hear the same thing about being an asshole,“ she replied, rising to a stand herself and flicking him on the shoulder to indicate she was joking. 

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Xavier chuckled, laughing as she all but turned her nose up at the idea of having kids, he wasn’t a big fan himself but he knew that he’d have to have them one day - it was his responisbility so to carry on the family name that his mother had stubbornly kept, and it would be her responsibility whether she liked it or not to bare someone’s little brats too one day for the exact same reason. “Well, my mother didn’t technically plan on having me, but here we stand, and I’ll be sure to tell me mother you said Hi next time I write to her.” Xavier smirked, she could however have been correct in her conclusion that being an asshole was genetic though his mother was simply a little harsh in her behavior, Xavier had no idea who his father was and if his absence for the last seventeen years was anything to go by, he could in fact be an asshole. 

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“Y’know, it’s weird. Caius doesn’t actually hit on me, per se. Just… talks about his feelings for me? I think he wants to date.” Priscilla didn’t like to consider herself the cuddling type and despite the kiss, she kept her distance as much as possible without literally sitting on the other end of the couch. “Maybe I’ll ask Mister Greengrass for a betrothal. The Crouch’s have some old money, right?”

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Xavier laughed, though it was also half a scoff. “Date you! Ha - I wouldn’t trust that weasel as far as I could throw him. He’s probably more interested in what your intestines would look like outside of your body.” Stretching out he groaned before collecting his t-shirt from the floor and swooping to his feet in on slow but smooth action. “Go ahead.” He added, before hooking his shirt over his head. “If you want a tainted name and a batshit husband. Just don’t have any kids with him; I hear crazy is genetic.” 

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“I will keep on thinking about it, Xavier, thank you. I’ll think long and hard about it.” He gives his fellow Slytherin a cheeky smile before taking a bite of his toast.

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“Are there any other fantasies I can fill for you Potter, or was that it for this morning?” 

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“Oh. You want me to leave?”

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“Just ask your God forsaken question already, Vasco.” 

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“Yeah, see, I’m not about putting people in their place,” Priscilla replied with a small shrug of narrow shoulders, “I’m not any one’s mother. Maybe they should just know better.” She took the moment to really look over Xavier’s features as he sat with his eyes closed, quietly studying his jaw and lips. Leaning forward, she pressed a small, quick peck to the side of his mouth, “brilliant.”

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“This is Kiran and Caius we’re talking about, they wouldn’t care either way - lets me honest. They’d still try it whether you said no or not.” He felt her move and opened his eyes just as she kissed him, so he reached out and caught her face pulling her back in for a proper kiss before letting go, leaning back again and closing his eyes once more. “Excellent.” 

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“I’ll keep my lips sealed,” Max swore, body and expression miserable as he looked at the liquid continue to bubble. “Thanks.” He began to wipe at the counter with the sleeve of his robe. “It was s’posed to be burn ‘ealing paste.”

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“Forget about it kid, we can’t all be potion masters.” Xavier nodded, stepping back from the cauldron and returning his hands to the pockets of his robes. “Right, well - you went horribly wrong somewhere... I wouldn’t try using this to heal any burns anytime soon.” 

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Moments of undiluted emotion faded further and further into the past, and Priscilla had already begun falling into her usual indifference. Though, as his did, her fingers similarly strayed to rest atop Xavier’s chest. “Great, just had to clarify. Keeping that I actually put out for guys from, say, Caius or Kiran sounds best for a being hit on free education. Secret sex stays secret,” she repeated, looking upon his face. 

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Xavier chuckled, deep and throaty. “Kiran is a arrogant asshole who needs to be taken down a peg or two, and Caius is more than a few sandwiches short of a picnic. You’d put either of them in their place before they could even start their cheesiest chat up lines.” He leant his head back against the sofa and closed his eyes. “But don’t worry, my lips are sealed.” 

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Priss slid herself back to a seat on the sofa by him, “you flatter me, really.” With her head propped against her knuckles and her elbow atop the back of the chair, she, instead of locking eyes with Xavier, again scanned around the candle lit room. “It’d be great if we kept this kind of quiet, sweet?” 

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Xavier watched Prixcilla saunter back over to the sofa,his hand instictively reached out to rest on her knee, fingers absent mindedly tracing circles there. He glanced up at her as she posed her question, though it sounded somewhat like an order in some respects, she wasn’t looking at him but that didn’t bother him. He’d never intended for this to become public. “I thought that would go unsaid - but your wish is my command. Secret sex in the secret room stays secret between us.”