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so blue, i love the hue.

hai! i know i've been sort of dead (writing wise), the words have just not been wording lol. but i'm glad to be back with this short second part for this fic! i'm so grateful for all your patience. trust me i'm working on a lot of amazing ideas, but i've just not been able to finish them up! <3 part one can be found here! summary: But something else is new; a heartbeat close to him, a constant thump that steals away his focus; he lets his attention wrap around it. this is a mermaid!au with matt. word count: 1.5k+ taglist: @ace-degenerate-13 @lina-murdock @lambmurdock @vigilantekisser @nohugsallowed @moth-murdock @writing-not-crying @angelmurdock (if you want to be added to the taglist, please let me know in the comments!) main masterlist

Matt wakes up to the blaring of his alarm; he sluggishly reaches out to shut the thing off.

His back creaks in protest as he lays back down, trying to orient himself at the sudden rush of sensory inputs — the usual sounds of humming electricity, his neighbor turning up the everyday radio channel, the vacuum that Mrs. Lopez is using, the sound of a kid crying a block away while his mother tries to hush him, the chaotic flow of the people moving about their day; he filters it all out, focusing on his breaths.

But something else is new; a heartbeat close to him, a constant thump that steals away his focus; he lets his attention wrap around it. Then he smells it — antiseptic, rotten water, citrus, and salt; all in a chaotic mix with the smell of himself.

His eyes fluttered open, as he comes to be more awake, realizing he was on the floor. Why was he on the floor—

The rush of the memories mixed with the smell is dizzying, and suddenly he's grateful that he's on the floor. He tilts his head towards the heartbeat, and he can feel you; sitting on the floor next to him, your gaze was dead set on him, your heart kicked up just a bit as he 'looked' in your general direction, your stomach making a quiet sound— were you hungry?

Matt lets out an involuntary groan, sitting up to face you. At that you let out a soft sound, shifting a little bit in your place, head tilting as you seemingly studied him.

He licked his lip, hands flexing in thought as his senses continued to listen to you; his mind raced with thoughts — how was he going to communicate with you? how was he going to figure out who you were and how in the hell you ended up like that? how could he help you? what did you like to eat? where were you from? he knew precisely nothing.

He clears his throat, trying to gauge how your wound is now with his senses — but to his surprise he finds… nothing?

He shakes his head, moving across the floor to be closer to you, you immediately lock up — heart thudding harder as you continue staring at him; sensing your panic? fear? he raises his hands up in a placating gesture, gesturing his head towards your abdomen.

"I need to look at your hurt," he says an exaggerated pout forming on his lips as he said the word 'hurt', he hoped you remembered that word; you'd seemed to pick up on it last night.

"Hurt," you echo back, nodding your head as you seem to relax, closing the distance between him and you on the floor.

He wonders how long you'd sat there staring at him while he slept. The thought made his stomach flip.

He nods, hand slowly landing on the tee-shirt you're wearing, right over your abdomen; the bandage adds bumps to the loose fabric.

"I," he starts, pointing to himself, "check your," he points to you, "hurt?"

He finishes the question, tapping the bandage.

You let out a loud trill at that, your cold hand coming to rest atop his scarred one, he wasn't sure if you understood, but he needed to check your bandage and wound so he slowly moved his hand under the loose tee, gently caressing the bandage; waiting patiently to see if you'd move to remove his hand.

But instead, all he got was you staring at him, head tilted to the side.

He made a quick work of lowering the bandage to tenderly press around the wound; but to his surprise the wound had been turned to a scar — only some red inflammation around it as it continued to heal, no infection nor any blood.

He wondered how it'd healed so fast — at the very least the gash would've taken a week to heal properly.

"Still hurt?" he asked again, an exaggerated frown on his face, as he touches gently along the scarring tissue.

You'd started smiling as he'd been checking on your wound, a gentle thing as you stared at him.

"Hurt you?" he asked once again, at that he got a quick shake of your head — he hoped it meant no.

As he started removing his hand, you let out a sudden, "Hug?"

He couldn't help the blush forming around his neck and cheeks at the sudden demand, did you like hugs?

"Okay," he eventually murmured, opening his arms as you once again wrapped yours around his waist.

It felt awkward to place his arms around you, he tried not to think too much of it. Maybe you just needed comfort after what had happened to you; clearly it was nothing good considering how he'd found you. It baffles him how trusting of him you are.

Your skin is cool against his warm one, and somehow it feels weirdly comforting.

—

He stood in front of the refrigerator, hands resting on his hips as he let out a disappointed sigh.

He didn't know what you liked to eat, and you couldn't tell him. All he currently had was eggs and beer.

He rolled up his sleeves as he took out the two eggs he had, walking over to the stove.

Most of the morning, as he'd gotten ready, and had his coffee, you'd just chosen to sit and stare at him; eventually, he'd heard your stomach rumble again — this time it was more clearly hunger, so he'd decided to cook you some breakfast. But he realized a little too late he didn't quiet know what you liked to eat, nor if you had any allergies.

All he could do was make the eggs and hope for the best.

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Foggy Foggy Foggy Fog—

"Hell—"

"Matt, where are you, buddy?"

"I'm still home," Matt answered, brows furrowing, as he lowered the heat on the pan, the sizzling of the egg lowered with it, "why? What happened?"

"Nothing, I'm on my way, stay there. I have some updates about the Smith case, and I have some amazing bagels."

"Foggy, there's a woman in my apartment," he blurts out, Matt doesn't quiet understand why he said it like he did; he'd been thinking of introducing you to Foggy and Karen anyway, the more help he had on this the better — but he hadn't quiet meant to blurt it out like that.

"Yeah? What else is new?" he could hear Foggy's amused chuckle from the other end; more tinny through the phone, "If you want I can just meet you at the offic—"

"No! No! Not like that," he mutters, a blush spreading across his cheeks again as he flips the omelette.

—

Matt sets the plate of omelettes in front of you on the table, the steam coming off them was strong.

"Hungry?" he asks, leaning over to get a fork and put it next to the table.

You tilt your head again, a confused hum leaving you, "Hungry," you echo back.

Matt points at his own stomach, and then brings up his hands miming taking a bite.

At that, you let out a loud laugh, hands clapping together; he feels a pang in his chest of its own accord, a sudden fondness taking root in him.

"Hungry?" he questions again, a soft smile pulling his lips up.

"Hungry!" you exclaim this time, ignoring the fork as your hands come to touch the omelette, he lets you continue to examine the food. A sense of amusement, as he smiles wider.

You lean close and smell the omelette, your face wrinkling out of — what one could only describe as — disdain.

You push the plate away, shaking your head as a rapid fire of sounds is sent his way. His brows furrow as you further push the plate towards him.

"You don't like it?" he questions, as he straightens up, brows raising in question.

You clearly didn't understand, as you just let out a loud trill and vehemently shook your head.

He let out a sigh, thinking of what else he can get you when—

Knock Knock.

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"Wait," Foggy whispered urgently, shaking his head, "so let me get this straight, Murdock."

Matt winced knowing he was in for a lecture.

"You found a naked girl, bleeding on the streets, saved her from a creep, which is great! But instead of taking her to — oh I don't know! — the police, or the hospital, or maybe even your nurse friend, you brought her here, and have kept her like a stray puppy?!"

"Fog—"

"No! No! Matt, do you understand that you showed a stranger your identity?! A stranger who seemingly doesn't speak english, or for that matter — as you assume any other language!"

"She won't tell any—"

"You don't know that, Matt!" Foggy whispered — the whisper just shy of a proper yell, as he once again shook his head in disproval, looking over Matt's shoulder again as if checking that you hadn't somehow run away while they were busy talking.

You hadn't.

You were seated exactly where you had been sitting before, knees pulled up close to your chest on the couch as you ate the extra bagel Foggy had brought. You really seemed to like bagels.

Matt couldn't help but smile at the small happy sounds you made, random melodious hums, and soft trills.

"Buddy," Foggy's voice snapped him out of whatever thoughts he was in, as he hummed in question, "what are we gonna do?"

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Young injustice, Clue's version

Dorothy Nygma was bored, like criminally bored, she looked at Jezebel a seat across and her overactive brain began to work. "Psst!" She hissed, no response, then she took some of her paper and balled it up, throwing it on the mute girl's hair. Jezebel, by now, had turned to her, but Dottie was determined to get an answer, or just too dense to remember her friend was mute. Jezebel, in her turn, tried to aggressively sign something to her genius but somehow, stupid friend.

Giving up, Dottie wrote 'wanna hang tonight? xx -D' on a note and threw it square on Dick Grayson's lap. She groaned loudly, to the annoyance of her vermon-like classmates, who, unlike her, weren't academically gifted and actually needed school. Jezebel was smirking as Dick opened the note with a confused expression. Dottie groaned louder, making the teacher pause in irritation. "That wasn't for you, you gross maggot." She hissed, but with how silent the class was, she may as well have screamed it. eventually Dick passed the note to Jezebel

a thumbs up later and they were now walking to Jezebel's home from school, Dorothy was busy talking to her father on the phone as they walked, "Yes dad I have my inhaler, no, dad, we're not gonna like... kill a man for no reason.... What? Yeah- yeah, I'll buy you that quiz book on the way back! Kay bye, love you!" She turned to Jezebel when she hung up. "We have to rob a store before I go home, dad wants this new book, and it's so expensive! It's total justice and I brought my tablet so we can totally do it easily!" Jezebel nodded.

They arrived at Jezebel’s house. Her mother, Harley, greeted them casually while feeding her pet hyenas, “Well, if it ain’t my lil’ Mime, and hello Dorothy! You two headin' out? Don’t forget if ya cause a lil chaos, make it cute puddins.” Mime waved at her mother as she continued walking. The Joker was somewhere inside as well, either not noticing them or simply choosing not to say anything. They went upstairs and got ready. Jezebel pulled on her puffy blue mime outfit and carefully applied her mime makeup. Dorothy took the remainder of her makeup and frowned. "Oh my god! How did this run out already! Mime, I will borrow yours, kay?" She hummed, frowning at the lack of purple or pink before painting her face green.

They walked downstairs, ignoring the laughter upstairs. Dorothy reached for the door before it swung open, knocking her on her back and revealing Kid Flash. some dumb speedster wannabe hero from the Young Justice, and behind him, the real Flash, Batman and some kid in dumb emo clothes. They stepped over her and walked past Mime. She got up, cleared her throat and turned to Mime. "It stinks of amateur wannabes in here." Mime agreed with a nod before cranking her middle finger at the emo, who, in turn, side-eyed the green-eyed ginger next to him. The ginger pointed at Dorothy, ignoring the adults going up to talk to the Joker, "Why are you doing greenface? He asked, and the boy next to him burst out laughing. Dorothy balled her fists. "I am NOT doing greenface! Super disrespectful!" The ginger nodded, "I agree, doing greenface is like messed up, my green friend will be so disappointed in you." He pretended to pout as Dorothy began to raise her voice. "I love ALL people! Green rights matter! You- you stupid ginger!" The boys burst out laughing.

Before things could escalate, Mime dragged Dorothy out of the door and away from the laughing boys. When the door shut, Mime waved her hands as Dorothy nodded, "Yeah, they're stupid boys, and they feel so high and mighty because they have this dicksucking hero club!" She kicked a rock aggressively before going silent, eerily so, with eyes wide and absent. When they reached the store they were about to rob, she tugged on Mime's hand. "We should get a dicksucking villain club to fight theirs." She nodded to herself, letting go of Mime. "Without the dick sucking." Mime nods and Dottie Smirks. "And I know just the girl who wants to take down some lice-infested boys."

A little later, they arrived inside a large casino, "My friend Hester lives here, but there are some real wierdos, and everything is rigged, so don't touch it." She hummed, skipping up the stairs to get to the employee room. She led mime up the stairs and knocked on the door. When they were finally allowed inside, Hester was lying on the couch, and on her lap was a ginger smoking a bad-smelling cigarette. Hester looked up and gave a bored, "What?" before Dorothy launched into a speech, something inspiring, something with a big premise and promises for the future. Hester cut it short. "So, you're doing this to be petty and want me in?" She looked down at the girl in her lap and shrugged. "Fine, anything to spite a man, right, babe?" The girl in her lap nodded lazily, "Girl power is so much hotter on you, Hessie."

Hester had a limo ready in no time. They travelled to the foot of a mountain, where she mentioned having a hideout, only to see someone standing there with crossed arms. "Shit, guys, this is like totally my stalker," Dorothy whispered, even if he couldn't hear her from inside the car. "He has a bow and arrow, but I don't think he can use it..." The gang of girls stepped out of the car. Mime pushed Dorothy forward to handle her stalker. "Hey... Speedy... are you- stalking us- me again?" She nervously stumbled over her words, looking back at the girls before Speedy spoke, "What are you planning, Nygma? You being this close to the Justice Mountain is cause for trouble enough." Her brows furrow. "What the hell are you talking about?" She crossed her arms "Young Justice is near? Dude, you're the worst stalker if you just gave me a ticket to your base location..." Roy rubbed his temples. "Just don't break in, okay?" He said before walking away. When he was out of earshot, she turned to the others, "He totally diggs me." Hester rolled her eyes and pushed past them. The ginger, Peony, shook her head and cackled.

They finally arrived inside the compound, a large window in front of a round couch was the main area, there was a bathroom, a kitchen and a sleeping space. "Will this do?" Hester asked Dorothy, and Mime nodded, almost speechless. Peony jumped over the couch railing to watch some tv. "Okay, nice... This will do, me and Mime are going to discuss possible candidates, you- you guys can also invite your friends if they hate Young Justice League." Dottie said before locking Mime and her in the bedroom.

"We need more members... Do you know a few people?" Dottie asked, as Mime began thinking in dramatic gestures, "Oh my god! How did I not think of them before?" She squeeled, waving her hands in a fanning motion, "Kayden and his wierdo brother!" Mime grabbed a sign with a comically large blue question mark. "...You know, the hot older boy and the scary monster brother," Dorothy explained

Mime reached into her bag again and pulled out two hearts. She put them in front of her eyes and made movements like they were really beating. Once she put them away, she danced about something. "Yeah, the best part is, they're Two-Faced's twin sons! My dad can put me in contact with them in no time!" Dorothy said as she turned to the window. "Then, we just let them do the work, young justice will be knocking in no time. They'll be on their knees apologising for accusing me of hating aliens!" Mime tapped on Dorothy's shoulder, then signed something slowly. Dottie nodded, "Secret, yeah."

After a bit, Mime snapped her fingers, startling Dorothy. She pulled out a piece of paper. She pointed at the blank paper and started drawing afterwards. She drew the logo of the Yellow Lantern. She looked at Dottie's face. She was confused, or well, she looked like she didn't know this logo. 'Sinestro', She wrote down under. She put the paper on a table and signed, 'He has a daughter, I found out about her some weeks ago' Dorothy nodded, mind busy with the guilt of lying to her dad weighing heavily on her mind.

When she got home, she avoided her dad at all costs. The egomaniac ofcourse noticed this and with a single look at the guilty, teary-eyed girl, she cracked. "Dad, I'm so, so, sorry, but we kinda got a whole villain organisation going on to spite that bitch Kid Flash! He made fun of my face paint and-" She rambled on and on and on. Even at dinner she wasn't done. Edward, in his turn kept giving her advice in the form of riddles and a number of a certain pair of twins....

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Hii, Could you do a Vigilante x Reader where Reader suspects Adrian is Vigilante, because he dumbly revealed it somehow.

Hi! Yes ofcourse, thank you for the ask! <33!!! Masterlist

˙⋆✮Even the brightest stars are dim

Adrian Chase / Vigilante x Reader

Reader uses she/her pronouns, no description of looks Warnings: Adrian's Vigilante work mentioned so mention of murder, Self doubt on adrians part, mention of vomiting, cursing.

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Adrian Chase wasn't known to be quiet or think deeply, his friends already thought it was a miracle that he hadn't just told everyone he knew about the vigilante work he did after hours, especially given the pride he took in it.

You, however, they see as a real miracle, listening and soaking up every word, quizzing him, not questioning what he does after work and very much not in the know about any of the vigilante stuff.

You two met in Fennel Fields, he was staring at you whilst you ate dry breadsticks with a solemn expression, your date had ditched you, texted you some half assed apologies and the worst selfie that didn't fill your stomach with anything other than an urge to puke. Just when you were about to stand up and give up, ask for the bill and have to do the shame game, Adrian came to the rescue. The busboy slid into the seat across from you with a huge smile, clearly staring at you for a beat too long with a smile that put any kid on Christmas day to shame. Once he snapped out of the haze, he let out a goofy 'Hey,' and the rest was basically history.

You found out he doesn't feel like others do, not in the way that hinders his devotion to you, you're like a deity to him personally. He'd always text or call, leaving nine-minute voicemail messages in separate voicemails. He was literally at your beck and call.

But he was also really secretive about his free time (well, the little free time away from you) and friends, and always gets tense at minor rule breaking, but when pressed about his morals, you didn't mind, though, you knew Adrian was odd in his own ways, the same ways you adored.

One night, you were lying in your bed, relaxing as he vaguely told you all about this Chris (His number one best friend), how together they totally did some super male stuff. It was clear he was trying to get some compliments at first, but then he got way into the story, adding details that began bordering on dangerous.

"Oh my god babe! You should have seen how he looked, this long ass tongue came out of his mouth, they looked like fucking aliens!" You raised a brow, the hand in his hair stilling its movement, but of course, Adrian didn't know that he had revealed too much already. "I fucking lined it up and took like three shots and BAM! Some fucking green guy came and totally fucked our shit up, but like, I totally took the blow for Chris and pretended it was worse, so he was like, not as embarrassed." You sat up, looking into his eyes, trying to determine if he was lying, but like, he was a terrible liar, so why would he? "Baby?" You caught his attention mid-rant. "Can you- repeat some of that?" You softly asked, a strange feeling crawling up your spine. For the first time since you knew him, he fell quiet with doubt, his eyes searching yours, his brain rapidly working for an excuse only to fail him. "Who exactly is this Chris person?" You asked, he looked away, brows furrowing as he pouted and muttered, "Peacemaker..." You straightened your spine, "You hang with racist killers?" You blurted out, only for him to sit up. "He tries! He likes really does, babe, I promise he's not bad!" You rubbed your temple, "How did you even end up- with like, aliens?" She narrowed her eyes, and he shifted uncomfortably, like a little boy hiding treats. "You won't be mad, right?" He muttered, finally glancing at your eyes again. "You know uh... Vigilante?" And then all the pieces clicked, he saw it happen in real time, and he knew he was about to lose you.

"That's you?" you muttered slowly. Okay, your boyfriend was a total killer wanted by the whole of Evergreen, but he was still your boyfriend, the man who would do anything for you, who was currently trying his best not to grasp at you because he didn't want to scare you. " I'm not mad, just... You really should lead with this next time." You sighed, brushing his hair back to kiss his forehead. He looked at you like you hung the stars, because to him, you just gifted him the world.

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The Future in Her Eyes ~ 5

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It's a week until the ball, and she's not chained to Cormac anymore, they didn't fight as much, mostly bickered but never crossed any boundaries, she had some disgusting hope buried deep that he may ask her out.

She also really had to rely on that hope because every other slytherin was shooting her glares and disgusting looks, avoiding her to the point where she had to eat alone, Even Samaira did so, it hurt truly, but in slytherin the only worse thing you could do (other then be a muggle born) is show weakness, so she held her head high, her crown was not going to slip, and if anyone wanted it from her head, it had to be torn off.

At lunch she was sitting alone, pretending not to care, when it actually really hurt, it hurt deeply to have everyone avoid her like something is up. Today alone at the classes, even Cormac, who she got the feeling was begining to like her, looked really awkward and opted to sit next to Holtings, it was starting to mess with her enough that Fred and George sat behind her and turned around with their plates in their lap, "Oi, psst, loner!" One whispered as the other poked her. She turned and visibly lit up at having some social contact, even if it was Sam's annoying boyfriend. "Not a loner, just alone. Can't a girl be mysterious?" She lied before the three of them slipped into easy conversation.

She saw something in the corner of her eye, some slytherin robes and a mop of familiar hair stomping out of the hall, she felt her heart pang, seeing her best friend go to such lengths to avoid her, she swallowed and looked down, then stood up as the rest of the students began walking to their free time activites and clubs, when she turned the corner Samaira stepped into her path and harshly pointed a finger into her chest. "Are you really a mudblood?" Anais couldn't process the sting through all the confusion, how did she know? Who told her? Does she hate her now? "What-" “Oh, don’t do that,” Samaira shot back, anger flaring fast now. “Don’t fucking play dumb with me.” She took a sharp step closer, “Why would McLoser know before I do, huh? Why is he the one running his mouth about it in the corridors while I hear it secondhand like some idiot?” Her jaw clenched, hands curling at her sides.

She continued, words tumbling out sharper than she meant them to. “I am" She paused. "No, WAS your friend, Anais. not him. So why did I have to hear it from everyone else first?” Anais didn't know how to properly unpack it all, her eyes stinging with that familiar stubborn sting, her heart hammering her chest clenching. "Shit- I- I didn't tell McLaggen anythign- How did he even know?" She furrowed her brows, feeling a vile feeling creeping up her throath, "Shit Sam, I wasn't going to tell anyone! ESPECIALLY not McLaggen!" She stepped closer, tears brimming her eyes. "Does- everyone know?"

Samaira laughed completely humorless. “I asked you a simple question and instead I get excuses and tears. You should’ve told me. You didn’t. End of story.” “Fuck off, Anais,” she said flatly. “I don’t want to hear it right now.” And with that, she turned on her heel and walked away,

She felt tears roll down her cheeks, anger, shame, and hurt. Like all her bad karma just hit at once. She walked the other way, wiping her tears as she walked until her shoulder met a body, the bright red caught her eye, and when she looked up, it was Cormac. She looked at him, standing still as he looked so super guilty, if it wasn't because of her, she'd find it hilarious. "Anne-" He whispered, but was cut off by a loud smack to the face, and Anais walked further until her feet hurt. She was at the black lake, their meeting spot, now snowed under, it was terribly cold, but it didn't hurt as much as it should have.

She heard some yelling in the distance and turned around to see Calypso running towards her. "I heard what happened today..." Calypso says, Anais turns her head away, hair falling into her face as she avoids eye contact. "Are you here to also yell at me? Why don't you yell at Cormac? He fucking told everyone!" Calypso rapidly shook her head, "No! I don't care that you're Muggle-born born I mean, I wanted to invite you to a sleepover... just us two. For distraction," Anais nodded and stood up to leave.

Anais arrived at Calypso's dorm, even though reading the handwriting was a struggle, but she made it. Honestly, she was already feeling a bit better, not having any Slytherins around to judge her. She didn't even care about the shit ton of cardio she got by walking up these steps.

She knocked on the door and got a chipper "Hey! Come on in!" When she pushed open the door, the room was a mess of dresses, sea-themed accessories and makeup. "I'm glad you're here, let's sit," Calypso says. Anais sits down on the bed and raises a brow inquisitively "Oh! I forgot to tell you, but I asked Cedric to the yuleball and he said yes!!!" She basically bounces in her seat. "That's great, for the uh... plan and for you-" She forced a smile, she half hoped she didn't have to be alone during what was supposed to be the best part of her life. "So I assume I'm here to help you fix your fashion?" She joked.

Someone knocked once. The door opened. It was Samaira, and Calypso stood up, already mid-smile. It dropped instantly. Because Samaira’s eyes had gone past her, Anais was sitting inside the room. “Just the two of us,” Samaira said with a long pause. “Yeah. Right.” Calypso attempted to ease the tension, "I just want you two to make up! The Yuleball is tomorrow! What about the plan??" Samaira bit back, "So it was just a set-up, why, so she could ruin my Yule ball as well?" Anais shifted, looking up at her "Sam, I promise you I didn't tell McLoser out of all people." Samaira’s jaw tightened for a moment, then she nodded once. “I figured,” she said quietly. She stepped past the doorway and into the room. “I guess I don’t have much of a choice but to forgive you.” Anais raised a brow. It was easier than she thought.

They got busy fitting all sorts of dresses, Anais mostly sitting it out. She didn't have a date anyway. "What about this dress??"' Calypso shows them an ocean-themed blue and green dress. Anais nods and claps, "You know.. I think it's perfect for you." Samaira said with a proud smile on her face.

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The Future in Her Eyes ~ 4

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Anais, Calypso and Samaira were walking to some sort of Yule ball class or whatever. Well, it was the girls and a fugly slimy slug chewing McLoser, trailing behind them to wink at the girls. The others seemed to notice how annoying he was being as Samaira shot Cormac a look before turning to Anais, "So….” she said dryly, “how long until you’re finally free from McLoser?” Anais looked back at the man behind her, who flashed her a smug smile, yanking on the chain to trip her. "Five days," She sighed, "Why? Any spell to rid him faster?" Samaira sighed, “Ugh, I wish,” she said. Then her tone softened just a little as she looked at Anais. “I feel for you, truly.” Calypso spoke up, "He isn't that bad guys, I-I-I mean, he is kinda annoying, but it could be someone much worse." Anais rolled her eyes "Let's just get to the lesson." She said, yanking the chain to get Cormac moving, who snickered. He didn't seem to mind this as much as Anais did.

They opened the door to see girls and boys across from each other. With a groan, she bid her farewells because, despite her hatred for him, she knew she couldn't win a tug of war with him.

She stood in the corner of Gryffindor's, leaning against the wall, when she felt someone elbow her. It was George and his brother, well, one of them was George, and the other was his brother, she wasn't quite sure. "What?" She hissed, not wanting to interrupt McGonagall's lesson and earn herself another week together with Cormac. "Does Sam have a date for the ball?" He whispered back. Anais looked at him and raised her brow, then looked at his twin brother, who was looking back at her with a mischievous look. "What is the deal with you and Sam?" She whispered to George, and he shrugged. "Just wanna make a move, is all, you know, boys around here don't let someone as pretty as her stay alone for long." Anais rolled her eyes. "Forget it, Weasel." She turned away as the boys began elbowing each other and being dramatic.

Ron made some weird comment along the line and got the short end of every teenage boy's nightmare. Having to dance with McGonagall. Anais hid her snicker by leaning away and cupping a hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking as she watched the spectacle. She got nudged by Cormac, who whispered in her ear, "God, almost makes me glad I'm stuck with you when I see the horrors she can have others do." His eyes lingered even after she looked away and rolled her eyes.

He took a deep breath and dragged her to the floor when everyone began gathering on the dance floor. She yanked her hand back, and he turned around as if it was surprising she didn't want to dance with him. he scoffed and simply said, "No one will want to dance with you whilst we're chained, better get some practice in for our pleasant dates?" He shrugged nonchalantly. She scoffed and took his hand. He pulled her in for a slow dance, and for one dreamy second, he wasn't so bad, he wasn't slimy, or gross or insufferable. He looked away from her to Calypso and Cedric, who were dancing together. "Seems like whatever your plan was, it's working. Props to her." Anais looked over and smiled, "Fucking finally, she grew a spine." She chuckled, and he joined in. In this light, he didn't think she looked all that vile as she pretended to be.

Later that night, the three girls were lounging in the Slytherin girls' dorm, just the three of them that night, since it was well after Anais' unschackling time. Anais was lying on her stomach and turned her head to Calypso, "You did so well appearing cool with your one true love today." She teased, "You also did an amazing impression of the Gryffindor colours." She said, sticking out her tongue and laughing. She gasps. "I didn't turn red at all!! And I was completely calm and mature with him! no stuttering, no blushing-" Samaira cut her off "Were you the one who asked Diggory?” a teasing edge in her voice "No, I did-" she decides to change the topic. "What about you and corny Anais?" Anais sat up, "Cor- Fuck, you mean Cormac?" She sits up fully. "I don't know, I think he suddenly decided to grow some manners, I suppose I'm not a bad influence." She smugly grins, "You and not a bad influence in one sentence" Samaira sat up to laugh and point at Anais "Listen, all I'm saying is he's not as slimy, and he doesn't bother my best friend about who I'm going to the ball with!" She threw a pillow back "Fuck, what nonsense are you talking about?" Samaira said while catching the pillow and throwing it right back. "About how two Weasels brutally assaulted my retina to ask about who you'll be snogging at the ball! He wants you that bad, so whatever Veela curse you put on him, can you, for my sake, lift it?" Anais said, letting herself fall back onto the bed. Samaira rolled her eyes as she shook her head. “I didn’t put a curse on him,” Samaira said, tone dry but amused. “He already asked me himself. No magic required," She paused. "he seems pretty eager all on his own.”

"He was even more beautiful than the sea." Calypso suddenly said, “Who?” Samaira said, as she looked at her, “And seriously… what is your obsession with the ocean anyway?” She looks up, flustered, "Did I say that out loud?!" She yells out, "Mhm," Samaira said, as a smirk spread across her face. “Thinking about Diggory now, are you?” she teased, grabbing a pillow without hesitation and tossing it at Calypso. The pillow hit its mark, and Samaira laughed softly. Calypso tossed the pillow back "Like you weren't undressing George with your eyes, Samaira." Samaira’s face flushed instantly, cheeks burning. “Ugh, stop talking about George and me,” she snapped, waving her hands defensively. “I definitely don’t like him, okay? And you’re way more obsessed with him than I should be!” She huffed, trying to regain her composure, but the pink creeping across her cheeks betrayed just how flustered she really was.

"Ugh, stop bickering, you two, and let's worry about me, you two both have dates with guys your type, and all that's left is brutes and dipshits for me." She groaned, dramatically pretending to faint. "Like, how am I seriously thinking that Cormac may be the best option?" The girls gasped, "Him? No, there's GOT to be better for you." Samaira sat up. Anais softly groaned, "Trust me, I know it sounds insane, but hear me out. He's a great dancer, and he has these green eyes that make him feel like he's actually listening to you, and his smile is-" Her face fell, and she sat up, groaning into her hands. "Oh my fucking- please don't." Samaira scrunched her nose and let out a sharp, exaggerated “Yikes,” clearly disgusted. “Let’s just… focus on, I don’t know, saving the world or whatever,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “And not on some silly boys.”

Anais groaned into a pillow. "How about we go over the steps Calypso needs to take to get to the main prize." It's Calypso's turn to groan, "Okay, guys, I really wanna ask Cedric to the ball, but I don't know how?!?!" Samaira stood up and checked herself out in the mirror, "Just be confident," She started, looking at Calypso. "Next time you see Diggory, shoot your shot before it's taken from you." Calypso glares, "How the hell do I ask something like that. And who says he doesn't already have a date?!" She tilted her head, eyeing Calypso. “And asking him out isn’t complicated. You don’t gush, you don’t ramble, and Merlin forbid…you don’t mention the ocean.” A beat. “Just ask. Calm, confident. Make him think it was his idea to say yes.” She nodded to herself, “Once it’s officially confirmed that Diggory’s your Yule Ball date,” she said coolly, “we can go back to Anais' little end of the world plan." But Anais wasn't listening, her eyes staring at her ceiling as her stomach filled with butterflies and disgust.

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Elysia had been distracted lately, between her new friends, her duties to keep the streets clean and mostly Vigilante just doing whatever he wants whenever. She was letting her guard down too much, letting too many crimes slip, not like Vigilante let them slip far.

It was a mess in her brain, with so many things to do at once, and she even got sloppy in her writing.

She popped by Fennel Fields to have a small dinner before getting back to her usual routine. As she walked in she walked in a busboy with glasses bumped into her. She looked up to meet his eyes only to see them wide, mortified and frozen. He opened his mouth and began to talk. "Elysia- I mean, not like I know you, well not like I don't know you, you're like a local legend and all, but I don't know, know you- I- Sorry, okay! I have to work now because my girlfriend is having an abortion later tonight- Fuck! No, I mean I have no girlfriend, just someone I know who is having and that I knocked up- speaking off. I have to totally go!"

She sighed and shut her eyes, if her head wasn't throbbing from one masked rambling, but lovable freak, this rambling abortion obsessed guy just did it.

She sat down and ordered a simple dinner to go. She still had work to do later.

She went home, ate, then put on one of her favourite coats, picked out a bedazzled box cutter, and left the house. She texted Vigilante, 'Out for today, if you swing by, leftovers in the fridge.' She then pocketed her phone and followed the man she'd been tracking for a while.

The moment she had him cornered and sank that knife into him, starting the killing, the carving after it felt like her head was finally empty when she felt someone behind her. The presence stepped forward and spoke in a muffled voice, "Why did you kill my father?" Elysia turned around and narrowed her eyes. "Well, if I killed him, he probably deserved it." She stood up, taking back the knife from the body.

The woman's jaw seemed to clench her jaw, "Oh, you're fucking dead." Then she lunged. A sharp kick landed on Elysia's side. She stumbled but gripped her knife to swing. The girl simply stepped back, she was more aware than the criminals. Elysia gave her that.

They fought wildly, it was mostly the stranger kicking and shoving Elysia around, and the only hit Elysia could get on this stranger went through her fucking shoulder. It was then that Elysia gave up

The stranger muttered something and kicked her to the ground. And then the stranger said more strange shit, "Are you going to write your little phrase on the wall now?"

Elysia tried balancing herself on her bruised palms, "What do you take me for? Some fucking serial killer that wants to be found?" She coughed out through the pain. Maybe if she stalled, Vigilante would stroll by and totally fuck this stranger's shit up. The stranger stepped closer, shadow falling over her. "You should’ve kept your filthy crimes in Evergreen."

Elysia sat up against the wall, sparing a glance at the dead body next to her. "Crimes are what he did, I clean up people like him, in Evergreen, I don't give much about like, Gotham because Batman and Robin would totally get in my way."

The stranger seemed to think, "I think this is a misunderstanding," the stranger said slowly. "My father was killed in Gotham." Prazna’s voice steadied. "This wasn’t you." She stepped forward, holding out her hand. "Why would I be in Gotham?" She took the hand and allowed herself to be helped up. "I heard it smells like shit there," she giggled. "It does," she admitted. The stranger exhaled, rubbing the back of her neck. "I think I… mistranslated what was written on the wall where my father was killed," she said slowly. "And I mixed it up with your little ‘fear not’ quote."

The stranger introduced herself as Prazna on the walk home; Elysia didn't really care about the attempt to murder her. She apologised, so they were cool, despite the ugly suit she wore.

Back in her house, she could feel the draft from outside, hear the TV playing Fargo, and someone laughing at the TV. She turned to Prazna, "That's Vig, he's like my best friend, don't mind him." Prazna nodded, "Yeah, he showed us where you lived." Elysia nodded, keeping that in mind to tell Vig to never do that again, until she stepped further into the room, taking off her coat just to see another figure on the couch, a tense one next to Vig, with a bluebird on his chest. "Hey, Vig, this is your friend?" Her voice dropped to a careful monotone tone.

The figure stood up and then charged right at her "Where is Ardie!" He shouted as they collided with the mirror, shattering it. Vigilante jumped up, and Prazna ran to the living room to wrangle him off her. Prazna took the man by the shoulders and managed to drag him off Elysia, "This was a misunderstanding, she didn't do it." She said in a tone that left no discussion. The man got back on his feet. "Then what is she?" He asked, Prazna shrugged. "At least it's clear who didn't kill my father." The man nodded and let out a whistle. "Fair enough."

That's when Vigi finally saw his opening to jump on top and strangle the assailant of his second-best friend. Elysia groaned. "Vig no! My carpet dude, get off him, it's settled!" She yelled, then moved to grab his shoulders and tug him off. "But he hurt you, that is illegal, well, not you specifically, but like, assault! What kind of friend is he, because that's totally not a good friend." He said, once back on his feet. "And I would know because, for the record, I'm a really fucking good friend."

Prazna rubbed her forehead as she sank onto the couch, muttering to herself, "This is really going nowhere."

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Samaira stood with her arms crossed, staring daggers at the distance as if the others were personally late to spite her. “Unbelievable,” she hissed. “He threw us a flirt like we're some stupid fangirls, and now the entire plan is ash.” She exhaled hard, glancing at Anais.

Samaira stood with the rest of them, perfectly composed on the outside, but her gaze kept drifting toward the tall building despite herself.

Everyone else had arrived. She knew why the space beside her felt wrong, detention, of course.. but that didn’t stop her from glancing over again, half expecting George Weasley to stroll in late with that infuriating grin anyway.

"Calypso, don't you like Cedric?" Anais started, Calypso's face turned red again, "No!!! Why would you think that I don't even know who Cedric is I mean…." Samaira tilted her head, eyes narrowing slightly as she looked Calypso up and down, clearly unconvinced. “Oh, please,” she said, waving a hand. “Your face turns red every time Diggory opens his mouth. I saw it in class the other day" She looked at her nails, "You nearly combusted when he asked a question."

Anais snorted. "By the way, is your boyfriend still in detention for trying to get his name in the Goblet of Fire?" She asked, teasingly referring to George. Samaira lifting her chin as if offended by the idea.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” she said promptly betrayed by the faint heat creeping into her cheeks. “Don’t be ridiculous. Weasley’s just…loud. And occasionally tolerable.” Then a familiar burst of red finally appeared at the edge of the courtyard, and Samaira straightened instantly. “Oh, there you are,” she said, relief slipping into her voice. She crossed the distance in three quick steps and wrapped her arms around him in a brief hug. “Fashionably late, are we" George hugged her back "Sorry to keep you waiting, Sam" He added laughing a bit as the hug parted. "Sam? thought you hated when people call you that." Anais shrugged, not letting Samaira get another word in before turning to Calypso. "Just as cosy as you and Cedric need to get."

Samaira rolled her eyes and glanced at George, catching him already watching her. “It’s only okay if you do it.” she whispered, a soft giggle escaping her despite herself. George’s smile widened. “Well, in that case,” he said, leaning just a little closer, “I’m very pleased.” Samaira felt a faint warmth rise to her cheeks but managed to smirk back, shaking her head as if she wasn’t completely thrilled by his teasing. “Don’t get used to it, she muttered.

"Sam and I will help you get really close with him. Maybe we can start with the dance practice tomorrow?" She said, kicking Samaira to get her attention back "What the fuck dude?" She said glancing at Anais, "Whatever, sure."

Anais turned back to Calypso as she stood up. "Come by tomorrow, and we'll sort whatever...you've got going on with your well, everything." And then hooked her arm with Samaira and left.

Samaira pushed open the door to the Arithmancy classroom, a little thrill running through her at the thought of numbers, patterns, and the strange, soothing logic of the subject. She genuinely liked it, probably more than she’d admit to anyone. Her gaze swept the room, and immediately landed on George, already settled at a desk. Perfect. She didn’t even glance at anyone else. Sliding into the seat beside him, she offered a small smile.

“Already here?” she asked, nudging him lightly.

George looked up, eyes brightening. “Wouldn’t miss it,” he replied, leaning just slightly toward her. “Though I suppose it’s unfair I just sit here pretending to understand.”

Samaira chuckled, glancing at the parchment in front of them. “Pretend if you want”

For a moment, neither spoke, and their gazes drifted not intentionally, but inevitably, toward each other’s lips as they leaned in to whisper over the assignments. A quiet, almost imperceptible tension lingered, both of them aware of the closeness but not quite labeling it. George smirked, “Careful,” he said, voice low. “You’re distracting me.”

Samaira grinned, tapping her quill against her paper. “Me? Distracting you? That’s rich.”

The bell finally rang, signaling the end of Arithmancy, and Samaira tucked her parchment into her bag, glancing around the classroom. Free hour. She’d planned to meet Calypso back at the dorm, but there was something else on her mind first.

George caught her gaze as she left, a small, questioning smile tugging at his lips. “Heading somewhere?” he asked.

Samaira’s smirk was quick, playful. “Maybe" she replied, and before he could answer, she led him through the Slytherin corridors, careful to avoid prying eyes, until they reached her dorm. She gestured for him to come in.

“So…” she said, voice light but with a smirk. “Figured we could actually talk without people listening.” George grinned, sliding down onto the bed beside her. “I’m not complaining,” he said, nudging her lightly. “Much quieter here than… well, anywhere else.”

She raised an eyebrow, leaning back on her hands. “Hmm. You just followed me so easily, I could've kidnapped you.”

He shook his head. “Well, It was worth it.”

Samaira felt her pulse pick up at the tone in his voice. She let a small laugh escape, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Worth it, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said, leaning just a fraction closer. “Depends on what you mean by ‘worth it.’”

Their knees brushed again, and this time neither moved away. Samaira caught his gaze lingering on her lips, and she realized she was doing the same. Slowly, almost instinctively, they closed their eyes, leaning in...lips hovering a breath apart. Her heart thudded, and for a second, nothing else existed.

Then, panic snapped her out of it. She pulled back, a little breathless. “Calypso… she’s coming soon" Samaira said hurriedly, stepping aside. “I should—”

George blinked, “Right. Yeah. I should probably get back to… Fred,” he said, trying to sound casual.

Samaira scrambled to her feet, opening the door. George slipped out just as… Calypso was standing there, arms crossed, perfectly on time.

"It's not what it looks like." Samaira blinked, her face slightly turning red.

"What were you guys doing!? were you guys making out or-"

She turned bright red and quickly grabbed Calypso's arm to drag her inside, “We were just hanging out,” she said. Before Calypso could argue, Samaira guided her toward a chair in front of the vanity, gently nudging her to sit. As Calypso settled, Samaira’s hands automatically reached for her hair, fingers brushing over the strands as if inspecting them. “You’ve never tried something different with it?” she asked casually, tilting her head.

"uhhh no I like my blonde hair, you know gives such a sea vibe." Calypso said, “The sea vibes, huh?” she murmured, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Do you… actually like the sea?"

"Is that seriously a question!? Ofcourse the sea is so beautiful like the fish and coral and-" Samaira cuts her off. "Are you a mudblood?" She asked, her tone sharp and dripping with sass.

"I wouldnt call It that but no I'm not." Calypso said a bit angrier than usual. a hint of doubt creeped into Samaira's voice. “Hmm…that’s…interesting." She paused for a second "You know, my mother always said Mudbloods adore the sea. Makes me wonder…”

"Well tell your mom that more people then only muggleborns like the sea. And that she needs to back off with her slurs!" Calypso argued, Samaira blinked but didnt argue back, “You know,” she said thoughtfully, “I think you’d look really good with a half up, half down hairstyle. And some gold chains” She paused, letting her eyes scan Calypso with that sharp, assessing gaze. “What kind of dresses do you usually wear?" Then, with a small smirk, she added, “If you need, you can borrow one of mine for the Yule Ball. Trust me. I’ll make Diggory absolutely fall for you.”

"Well actually I already had a dress in mind like a ocean theme blue and green dress. with lace and all you know.. If that's possible ?"

The door swung open, and Anais stepped into the dorm. Samaira immediately straightened and walked over, putting on her most composed expression. “Calypso wants an ocean themed dress.” Then she made a weird face, scrunching her nose. Samaira’s eyes flicked to the side, immediately catching McLaggen standing there. She raised a sharp eyebrow and shot him a long, unimpressed side eye, then stared back at Anais. Who saw even sweet, people pleaser Calypso give him a weird look. "Listen- it's a punishment, just ignore him, feeding him makes his slimy behaviour worse." Anais pleaded as she looked back at the now smug McLaggen. Samaira let out a small, exasperated sigh.

“Anyway,” she said, voice tinged with annoyance, “back to the important stuff…” Cormac sat down on the bed. "The important stuff for you guys is picking yule ball dresses?" That earned him a jab in the side from Anais's elbow. "Like your Quidditch benchwarming practice was more important." He glared at her, "I would have you know that I'm actually getting somewhere with the team-" Samaira cut them off with a groan. "God" Samaira sighed, as she kept playing with Calypso's hair again, "Stop argueing like a bloody couple." They both sat up. "We're not!" They said in unison and then looked away. After a bit, Anais got up to look at Calypso. "Are you allergic to blush? You look like a dead body."

"Excuse me are you allergic of perfume you smell like rotton fish," Calypso argued. "Do not!" She shouted, and Cormac shrugged. "Yeah, she doesn't, it's like the only good thing about her." Anais wasn't sure how to react. Luckily, Samaira brought them back to the topic “Honestly,” she said, voice low and playful, “you don’t even need blush. You’ll turn red on your own the moment you see Diggory. Trust me, it’s unavoidable.” She leaned back slightly, smirking at Anais. "I don't turn red when I see him I'm just easily flushed of the cold." Calypso lied, Samaira arched a brow, a smirk tugging at Samaira's lips. "Uh-huh."

Anais rolled her eyes. Cormac even laughed at the stupid excuse. "You and Diggory? Merlin, he's rancid."

"What about you and George, Samaira? Already pregnant or are you still on birthcontrol?'' Calypso shot back. Samaira gasped, "Pardon me?" She angrily replied, "Nothing happened between us earlier."

"Nothing? and why do you two always come out in the middle of nowhere looking flusterd?" Anais raised a brow, looking at Calypso for more information. Cormac looked like he was eating this drama up. "Why was George here, Sam? Was he trying to prank us, or doing a panty raid?" “I didn’t..we didn’t do anything!” Samaira stammered, voice a little higher than usual, eyes darting away. “It was just… talking! That’s it!”

"Sureee like I didn't see George sneak out of your dorm?!" Calypso recalled, Samaira threw her hands up, looking around at everyone in the room as if appealing to an imaginary jury. “You have to believe me. Nothing happened.” Anais rubbed her nosebridge, with a groan. "let's just get back on track?"

No one said anything before Cormac broke the silence. "But seriously, Winehouse, Cedric Diggory. He's like a massive player, and his childhood friend Cho already has this massive claim on him." Samaira nodded to that, "HE DOESNT LIKE CHO HE IS JUST VERY KIND AND NICE AND-" Calypso didnt finish her sentence. Cormac cut her off, "Whatever you say, but you do need to make a first step, guys love it when girls do that."

“Girls should never make the first step, McLoser,” Samaira said, “My mother taught me that.” She gave him a angry glance. "McLoser-" He started ", Just shut up for everyone's sake, Cormac." Anais cut his rant off.

"Maybe he is right…. Maybe I should make the first move, I mean isn't that what boys are into….and he is a boy so he knows what boys are into right?" Calypso said, Samaira shot Calypso a look, eyes narrowing in a way that clearly said you’d just boost his ego. “Why would you even agree with him?” she muttered, voice low and pointed. She leaned back slightly, smirking, a little mischievous glint in her eye. “Besides… if Diggory decides to play hard to get or whatever, you could always go with Stinkman."

"I'm NOT!!! going with Kai!!" Calypso panicked "I would rather go with Professor snape come on!!" Anais nodded with a smirk, leaning back on the bed where Cormac was seated, not like she had anywhere else to go when she was chained up, "Worst case scenario, you look bomb next to Stinkman and make Cedric regret EVERYTHING."

“I mean, don’t we need him for anais weird schizophrenic visions?” Samaira mumbled Anais stiffened, aware of Cormac's gaze on her, "How about we talk later, kay? Cormac needs to practice sitting on the bench." And with that, she panic-stormed out.

"So.." Samaira turned back to Calypso, "About that Ocean theme.."

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Elysia sat in the grass, sighing as Samaira stood with her arms crossed, staring daggers at the distance as if the others were personally late to spite her. “Unbelievable,” she hissed. “He threw us a flirt like we're some stupid fangirls, and now the entire plan is ash.” She exhaled hard, glancing at Anais, who was looking right at Calypso. George was running late in detention. "Calypso, don't you like Cedric?" Calypso turned bright red, "No! Why would you think that! I don't even know who Cedric is, I mean..." Samaira tilted her head. She looked Calypso up and down, clearly unconvinced. “Oh, please,” she said, waving a hand. “Your face turns red every time Diggory opens his mouth. I saw it in class the other day," She looked at her nails. "You nearly combusted when he asked a question." Anais snorted. "By the way, is your boyfriend still in detention for trying to get his name in the Goblet of Fire?" She asked, teasingly referring to George. Samaira lifted her chin as if offended by the idea. “He’s not my boyfriend,” she lied, betrayed by the faint heat creeping into her cheeks. “Don’t be ridiculous. Weasley’s just…loud. And occasionally tolerable.”

Then a familiar, annoying laugh of red finally appeared at the edge of the courtyard, and Samaira straightened instantly. “Oh, there you are,” she said, relief slipping into her voice. She crossed the distance in three quick steps and wrapped her arms around him in a brief hug. "Fashionably late, are we?" George hugged her back, "Sorry to keep you waiting, Sam," he added, laughing a bit as the hug parted. "Sam? thought you hated when people call you that."

Anais shrugged, not letting Samaira get another word in before turning to Calypso. "Just as cosy as you and Cedric need to get." She freezes. "Wait, why me ?! Can't you do that, Anais? You have so much more confidence than I! I never even looked a boy in the eye! How do I flirt with one!?" Anais rolled her eyes. "Sam and I will help you get really close with him. Maybe we can start with the dance practice tomorrow?" She said, kicking Samaira to get her attention back, "What the fuck, dude?" She said, glancing at Anais, "Whatever, sure." Anais turned back to Calypso as she stood up. "Come by tomorrow, and we'll sort whatever you've got going on with your well, everything." And then hooked her arm with Samaira and left.

Merlin must have been smiling down on Anais the next day at Divination, because when the lesson started, she wasn't looking at a slimy, overconfident, smug grin; her shoulders relaxed, and this was the perfect moment to recall her vision.

She was back with the group, walking down the same hallways she was going towards when her vision slipped away. "In there." It was Samaira, pointing to a red door. "If we get this, then ___ can't hide anymore, he won't be able to corrupt the ministry then." The name she spoke blanked out, she rewinded the vision again, getting closer and closer to the name.

And then she was snapped out of it by a loud, mouth breather groaning because, for once in his life, he had to sit his arrogant ass down in a class he chose! She couldn't help but snap. "God, better late than never, right, Cormac? I don't know if you noticed, but class started twenty minutes ago! And you didn't even have the decency to be quiet when people are actually here for their grades, because I don't know if you know, but not everyone relies on nepotism!" She shouted, leaving the boy in front of her, dumbfounded, before he frowned, "Wow, as subtle and graceful as always, huh, Anne? Not everyone is a loony who wants to follow along to Divination, this subject is going to get you nowhere, especially when you're as dim as you are." Anais stood up and poked her finger in his chest. "You don't get to talk about dim when you failed to get into a LOSING Quidditch team!" She raised her voice, and he stood too, letting the glass ball shatter on the ground. "You want to talk about not making it? How about you tell us about how your parents never seem to make it for Christmas!" She raised her hand, ready to smack him as Miss Trelawney hurried over. "You both need to go to McGonnagall's to sort this out!"

The walk to the office was silent, with the occasional insult muttered under each other's breath. McGonnagall gave them an almost hour-long scolding and rundown of all the complaints, and then came the worst day of her life. "You two can't get along naturally, so clearly you two need a little help." The older woman said as she held out a gold chain. "This will bind you two, only able to be taken off by me, which you will do before bed at 8 sharp." The two of them looked about to argue when she waved her hand and put it on. Then ushered them out of the room.

She was now walking to her girls' night with her archnemesis bound to her, taunting and insulting her every step. She was in the process of 'if I ignore it, he'll go away,' but Cormac couldn't ever give his precious time to insult his favourite target for anything. She groaned and said the Slytherin password, walking straight to her dorm, ignoring the strange looks she got from the other Slytherin students.

She burst open the door to see the two girls already there, luckily not saying anything that would expose them. Samaira immediately straightened and walked over, putting on her most composed expression. “Calypso wants an ocean-themed dress.” Then she made a weird face, scrunching her nose. Samaira’s eyes flicked to the side, immediately catching McLaggen standing there. She raised a sharp eyebrow and shot him a long, unimpressed side eye, then stared back at Anais, who saw even sweet, people pleaser Calypso give him a weird look. "Listen- it's a punishment, just ignore him, feeding him makes his slimy behaviour worse." She pleaded as she looked back at the now smug McLaggen. Samaira let out a small, exasperated sigh. “Anyway,” she said, voice tinged with annoyance, “back to the important stuff…” Cormac sat down on the bed, not caring that Anais was also being pulled with him. "The important stuff for you guys is picking yule ball dresses?" That earned him a jab in the side from Anais's elbow. "Like your Quidditch benchwarming practice was more important." He glared at her, "I would have you know that I'm actually getting somewhere with the team-" Samaira cut them off with a groan, "God" Samaira sighed, as she kept playing with Calypso's hair again, "Stop arguing like a bloody couple." They both sat up. "We're not!" They said in unison and then looked away.

After a bit, Anais got up to look at Calypso. "Are you allergic to blush? You look like a dead body." She soured in anger, "Excuse me, are you allergic to perfume? You smell like rotten fish," Anais stood up, offended, "Do not!" She shouted, and Cormac shrugged. "Yeah, she doesn't, it's like the only good thing about her." Anais wasn't sure how to react. Luckily, Samaira brought them back to the topic “Honestly,” she said, voice low and playful, “you don’t even need blush. You’ll turn red on your own the moment you see Diggory. Trust me, it’s unavoidable.” She leaned back slightly, smirking at Anais. Calypso gasped, "I don't turn red when I see him, I'm just easily flushed from the cold." Anais rolled her eyes. Cormac even laughed at the stupid excuse. "You and Diggory? Merlin, he's rancid."

Calypso then pointed to Samaira, ignoring Cormac, "What about you and George, Samaira? Already pregnant our are you still on birth control?'' Samaira gasped, "Pardon me?" She angrily replied, "Nothing happened between us earlier." "Nothing? And why do you two always come out in the middle of nowhere looking flustered?" Calypso fought back. Anais raised a brow, looking at Calypso for more information. Cormac looked like he was eating this drama up. "Why was George here, Sam? Was he trying to prank us, or doing a panty raid?" “I didn’t... We didn’t do anything!” Samaira stammered, voice a little higher than usual, eyes darting away. “It was just… talking! That’s it!” Calypso almost jumped up to shout, "Sureee, like I didn't see George sneak out of your dorm?!" She threw her hands up, looking around at everyone in the room as if appealing to an imaginary jury. “You have to believe me. Nothing happened.” Anais rubbed her nose bridge with a groan. "Let's just get back on track?"

No one said anything before Cormac broke the silence. "But seriously, Winehouse, Cedric Diggory. He's like a massive player, and his childhood friend Cho already has this massive claim on him." She jumped up, "HE DOESN'T LIKE CHO HE IS JUST VERY KIND AND NICE AND-" Cormac cut her off, "Whatever you say, but you do need to make a first step, guys love it when girls do that." Samaira rolled her eyes “Girls should never make the first step, McLoser,” she said, “My mother taught me that.” She gave him an angry glare. "McLoser-" He started, "Just shut up for everyone's sake, Cormac." Anais cut his rant off. "Maybe he is right…. Maybe I should make the first move, I mean, isn't what boys are into….and he is a boy, so he knows what boys are into, right?" Samaira shot Calypso a look, eyes narrowing in a way that clearly said, 'You just boost his ego.' “Why would you even agree with him?” she muttered, voice low and pointed. She leaned back slightly, smirking, a little mischievous glint in her eye. “Besides… if Diggory decides to play hard to get or whatever, you could always go with Stinkman." "I'm NOT going with Kai!" Calypso panics. "I would rather go with Professor Snape, come on!!" Anais nodded with a smirk, leaning back on the bed where Cormac was seated, not like she had anywhere else to go when she was chained up, "Worst case scenario, you look bomb next to Stinkman and make Cedric regret EVERYTHING." Samaira turned to Anais, “I mean, don’t we need him for weird schizophrenic visions?” Anais stiffened, aware of Cormac's gaze on her, "How about we talk later, kay? Cormac needs to practice sitting on the bench." And with that, she panic-stormed out.

Other pov's Calypso Winehouse: @cryingformunson Samaira Blackthorn @reveriesh

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Samaira was late for breakfast, again. So now Anais was stuck with the bland personality of Pansy on one end, and Goyle's absolutely filthy eating habits on her other. She wouldn't have minded if her head was aching, the tables were too full, especially with those prim Beauxbatons girls and those animalistic Durmstrang boys. She was about to give up when Samaira walked in with George, so much for subtle. She ate in silence as she watched Samaira take place. "Oh, did your boyfriend decide to wake you up? Was it a kiss or more intimate?" She deadpanned in annoyance. Samaira’s cheeks lit up red, and she glanced away. "He wishes."

Anais poked at her food, her appetite gone after hearing Crabbe choke on two hard-boiled eggs. Samaira saved her after a long silence of disgust. "So, what classes are you taking?" It was like the mere mention of classes activated some sleeper agent module in her, filling her with rage. "Divination and Muggle studies. And you are not going to believe this, but that slimy slug McLaggen took the same bloody classes as me!" she huffed, crossing her arms. "It's like he has a perverted fantasy about me beating him in every subject." Samaira skipped her misery and went to her own "I’m taking Arithmancy and Study of Ancient Runes," she said, dragging out the words like they were already a punishment. "But the real joy comes from the fact that Stinkman is in my class," Samaira muttered, wrinkling her nose. Anais groaned, "I would honestly just be with stinkman." She sighed. She leaned back in her chair, making a face. "At this point, I’m half convinced the walls have started absorbing the smell. I’ll be sitting there, practically gasping for fresh air." She groaned as the bell cut their conversation short. "Shiiiit, wish me luck with McLoser." She heard her friends cackle run down the hall as she packed up for Divination.

She climbed the ladder to Divination, setting up as the first one there. It normally would've been easy if Mrs Trelawney hadn't paired her up with Cormac because 'fate sees it so,' or some bullshit. She set up her tea set, making it neat, for how popular she may try to be, she really just felt alone. But a woman's peace is always short-lived when a walking bomb of testosterone takes a seat in front of her. "Aw, you didn't fall?" She snarked, not even looking up at him. He scoffed and leaned back in his chair, "I mean, if your behind gets through-" She kicked his shin for that. "Doesn't the Quidditch team have free time for practice? oh wait..." She stuck out her tongue before Trelawney called for silence in the class.

The rest of the class, they played an aggressive game of footsies and pretended to read each other's terrible fortunes.

The next class together wasn't any better, as they bickered over answers, always one-upping each other like crazy. Anais was finally free from his musk that had her almost gagging.

She was waiting for the rest after school, lying in the grass near the black lake with her cat, Beiste, as she stroked her fur, trying to come up with a plan when she heard some sick, gruelling love sick that tasted bitterly like ginger and slytherin in her mouth. "Are we on time?" Anais heard Samaira call. Anais shrugged indifferently. "Whatever the time is, you're earlier than Calypso, and it seems like you even motivated your boyfriend." Samaira gasped. "Pardon?", but before Anais could tease her more, she heard another set of footsteps. "Finally decided to show up, huh?" Samaira grinned. "No, I-" Calypso started, but Sam cut her off. "Don't bother making up excuses." She snaps, "Guys, we need a plan, so you two better stop bickering." She looked off into the distance, "We need Cedric, Sam, and me can take care of it. Can we trust you to get on Kai's good side?" She looked at Calypso, who nodded. "Yeah, I can make sure we can use him." "Respect," Samaira says as she puts her hand on Calypso's shoulder "So, what exactly are we doing?" George hesitantly asks, "Like, adventures are nice and all, but isn't anyone else a bit curious about this super secret adventure?" "Exactly," Samaira said, nudging George. Calypso opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Anais, who stood up, frustrated, "Listen, I don't exactly know, I told you all this before I-" She sighed, collecting herself. "I just saw things, the ministry, the cuts and bruises, all I know was that this is important, otherwise I wouldn't have seen what I saw."

Samaira lifted a brow, crossing her arms like she was grading her explanation. "Right, right, mystery visions, bla bla, very dramatic," she said, flicking a strand of hair over her shoulder. "But if you expect me to go running around, you’re going to need to be a lot more specific." Anais nodded, "I promise you, I go digging in my dreams every night, it just won't come back." She looked back at the group. Samaira waved her hand dismissively. "Guys, please stop fighting and keep to the plan else we will still be here till midnight!" Calypso shouted out. The rest of the group fell silent, and Anais nodded. "We meet here next week." Samaira stood up first "Next week", she repeated grumbling as she walked off first. Anais took Samaira's arm before she could go and dragged her with her. "Sam, we're going to have to ask Mister Popularity with good hair to trust us. Ready to charm?" Samaira huffed, “What the fuck is the plan now? Because unless I fell asleep during a magical meeting with him, we are not friends with Cedric." Anais groaned. Samaira had a point, "Well, we either take a shot or seduce him, what do you want from me here?" "Absolutely not,” she said, hand flying to her chest in mock horror. “But the new girl?” Samaira lifted a brow. “If anyone’s doing the whole seduicing thing, it’s going to be her.” Samaira nodded to herself, "It's not like she has anything to lose" Anais nodded. "Let's go then."

They walked through the courtyard, eyeing every Hufflepuff robe around, until they heard a slimy laugh, "Here goes nothing." She whispered to Samaira as they walked towards him. Once he noticed them, he gave them his signature slimy smile that had all the lesser ladies melt. "Hi, ladies. He hummed, sitting straighter. “Do you have time for a private conversation, Diggory?” Samaira asked, "Just need a moment of your precious Hufflepuff time.” Anais nodded, but of course, like the average man, he let it go straight to his head when two pretty ladies asked for some time with him. "Oh, ladies, I'm flattered, but I can't privately please all my fans, it would be inappropriate." And then he just turned and left, leaving the two girls to look at each other with shock and disgust.

Other pov's Calypso Winehouse: @cryingformunson Samaira Blackthorn @reveriesh

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Hoi @reveriesh I love you so much, but this is a bit much dear! please go to a mental hospital, much love from me and @cryingformunson