bad blood

Spencer Green| 19 |Slytherin Prisoner of The Order

[themisunderstoodslytherin]

ofmeredithx:

        She heaved a sigh, eyes moving from her hands to focus on them. “I don’t want to talk about it.” She replied, shrugging her shoulders in defeat. Nothing was going her way, even now, she was finding herself torn between many things. Deep down she missed her friends. She felt as these days, she no longer had any. “It’s a sore topic, sorry.”

Spencer frowned at the female. “Are you sure? It might make you feel better.” He was probably being a bit of a hypocrite as he, himself, never really shared things he was going through. “Don’t be silly, you don’t have to apologise.” 

[themisunderstoodslytherin]

slytherdanes:

Spencer’s comment only worked to further confuse the blond. “Why would my death have anything to do with them?” Hell, Andrew didn’t even know Spencer’s family – other than the fact they were Death Eaters. Well, he supposed that by mere coincidence they could be involved in his eventual death. “The main thing is that she’s alive. But it is shitty that they lied to you.” Small lies within families were always a given, but something this big was certainly unacceptable. “You’re drunk.” He repeated, giving him a serious look. There was no tipsy about his current state. “How would he know?” He asked, raising a brow. He knew that asking questions to someone who was so clearly out of it was both a recipe for disaster and somewhat useless in that it could result in going around in circles. Yet, he was curious as to how his father would get such information. Andrew frowned at Spencer’s next comment and looked at the floor for a moment before sighing. “I’ve missed you too.” Though Andrew had tried to forget about him, and their last conversation. Hm. Andrew had just assumed. And Spencer hadn’t exactly given him straight answers to point in any other directions. Then again, the time they’d spoken about it was the time that Spencer had decided that they shouldn’t be spending time together so it was possible that he had missed some of what was said. “Then who?” Was it wrong to ask when Andrew knew he had no filter? Probably. But the question was out there now. “Hey, hey,” Andrew put his hand on the wizard’s shoulder. “Come on, we’ll get you inside.” He said, directing him towards the door he’d only recently come from.

Spencer looked at him like he was mad. “Because they’re crazy, they’re all crazy. If they ever found out that we kissed or that I like you they’d kill us both.” He stated as his words fell from his mouth in a rush. The male nodded. “You’re right.” He agreed sighing as he tried to forget his anger towards his family. “I shouldn’t expect any different really.” A yawn fell from his mouth as he rubbed at his heavy eyes. “No, you’re drunk.” He retorted with a pointed look. “I don’t know but he finds these things out. Someone is feeding information back to him.” Spencer stated frowning as he chewed his lip. A smile came to his face as Andrew stated that he too had missed the male. “I’m glad, I thought you might hate me now.” He looked at the male with big doe eyes wanting nothing more than to cling to the male, yet somehow in his drunken state he was able to refrain himself - despite his hand sneaking its way to Andrews and entwining their hands. “My dad-- or rather my brother I suppose. I don’t know my dad told him to I guess and then just left but it’s okay because I got his message and I’ve been trying to keep my distance from everyone and everyone is safe, right? That’s why I had to che--” He hiccuped before he could finish his sentence “--ck on you.” His tongue darted out his mouth brushing against his dry lips. Spencer felt hot to the touch, his skin began to feel clammy and he was feeling more dizzy by the second. The alcohol had begun to take its toll on him. He gave a small nod not wanting to move too much before realising where the male was leading him. “No, I can’t go there. You wanted me to go home-- vi could be in.” 

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thedeviousraven:

Odessa’s brow raised at her cousin’s words. The slightest bit concerning, but she supposed he had been through a fair bit. Odessa picked up her glass before speaking. “I know how that feels.” She said, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a rather large sip of the liquid. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this out of it, though.” She noted, meeting her cousin’s gaze. “But, if you don’t want to think or feel, then we’re going to have to give youa bigger distraction than alcohol.”

Spencer frowned looking at his cousin. “I’m sorry dessa, I’ve been so preoccupied I haven’t even thought to see how you are. What’s going on?” He asked sitting up straight wanting to try and clear his head just a little so he could be there for her. The male scrunched his nose up before shrugging. “I’m not usually a drinker. I’ve seen what it can do to people.” Spencer cocked his head to the side as he looked at the witch. “Like what?” 

[wendlydarling]

“I pretend a lot. And that drowns me.”

— hasher-iwm  (via wnq-writers)

[themisunderstoodslytherin]

slytherdanes:

Andrew couldn’t help the slight chuckle that left his lips at Spencer’s words. “Well you don’t have to be.” Though why the wizard was worried, Andrew had little idea. Again, the blond’s brows furrowed and he met the wizard’s gaze. “No? Then, what would my death have to do with?” He questioned, genuinely curious. If he heard another quip about his drinking, though, he would be walking right back into that house. Or at least he would after he knew Spencer was home safe. Andrew nodded in understanding now, though how he was supposed to gather that, he didn’t know. “That’s a good thing, isn’t it?” He knew Spencer’s relations with his family weren’t exactly great, so perhaps it wasn’t a good thing. But, having bad relations with family and wishing them dead were two completely separate things. “You’re drunk.” Andrew stated as the dark-haired wizard complimented him. “Why would you want that?” He asked, his eyes narrowing in confusion. Surely that wasn’t something any sane person would want. Though, it was true that Spencer was very drunk at that moment. “Didn’t they hurt you last time?” Andrew was beginning to think there was a lot that he didn’t know going on. And that was fine because Spencer didn’t want to divulge that information, and had no reason to. After all, they were no longer… whatever they had been – friends? “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Look, we’ll just get you back to your room, okay?” 

Spencer nodded along happily. He gave another sigh, he just couldn’t understand why the male wasn’t following. “Me and my family, of course.” He stated rolling his eyes. “Of course it is. She was my best friend, I’ve been lost without her. I just... I can’t believe my family lied to me about it.” The male replied, his words slurred from the alcohol and emotions running through him. “Nahh, I’m just a little tipsy.” He replied with another dopey grin. “I’ve told you, the more comfortable I get the more danger I’m in. My father thinks I’m getting too close to you all-- I am, aren’t I? Or at least I was...” He shook his head starting to feel emotional. “I’ve missed you.” He admitted a frown settling on his face. Spencer shook his head. “No, no, no -- of course they didn’t.” The wizard ran a shaky hand through his hair, swaying on the spot as his balance got worse. “Do you hate me now?” He asked worried as the male told him he couldn’t stay with him. Before he could say another word a sudden wave of nausea came over him. “Drew... I don’t feel so well.” He complained holding his hand to his head. “ 

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slytherdanes:

“Not dead.” Andrew repeated with a singular nod. “I know there’s a war going on, but there haven’t been any attacks since the last.” He told the dark-haired wizard. Though, he was well aware of the fact that he may very well be talking to a wall with Spencer as drunk as he was. His eyes narrowed as he listened to Spencer’s words. He had zero clue what the wizard was talking about, much less who Reagan was. “Reagan?” He questioned him, brows raising slightly. After catching the wizard, seeing his dopey smile that accompanied the greeting caused a small smile to fight its way onto Andrew’s face. It was swiftly removed with Spencer’s following comments, however. “You want to be somewhere you’re not comfortable?” His brows drew together as he frowned. “We’re not going to hurt you here, Spencer. You’re not in danger.” That was easier said when he had been hurt in the last invasion, presumably by one of them. “Not again.” He patted the man’s shoulder before removing his hold on him. “I think you’re better off calling it a night.” 

Spencer nodded smiling, “Good, I’m glad. I was ever so worried.” The male admitted as he tilted his head. A scoff left the male’s mouth “War shmore! Why has everything got to be about the stupid war. Your death wouldn’t have anything to do with the war, would it.” The young wizard was just assuming that they were both on the same page and that the blonde was privy to the same information he was. “Yeah, Reagan, my sister. She’s not actually dead-- who knew.” He shook he head baffled by the whole situation. Spencer’s grin grew wider as he saw Andrew smiling too. “You have a lovely smile, why are you always so grumpy when you have such a nice smile?” He asked raising his brow at the male. Spencer nodded vigorously. “Yep.” He replied popping the ‘p’. “Why on earth would I think the order would hurt me? No, no, no... I’m not scared of you lot.” A sigh fell from his lips. “Can I go with you?” He asked chewing his lip nervously as he looked at the blond.

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slytherdanes:

Well, that comment brought a smile to his lips and he shook his head in amusement. “Not quite.” He said as Spencer walked – stumbled – towards him. His eyes narrowed slightly in confusion at the other’s comment. “Alive?” He supposed that the last time they hadn’t seen one another in a while, each of them had come out the other side pretty bad. “Pretty sure you’d know if I wasn’t.” Not much happened in this town without it getting around – whether that was muggle stuff or wizard stuff. God, he’d heard that Betty from a few streets away had an affair with the postman recently without even indicating he’d wanted to know the information. Death would go around pretty quickly. His hand came up to his jaw and rubbed it lightly. “It’s working now, yeah.” He nodded in confirmation, but was fairly certain Spencer had moved onto the next thing – confirmed by the fact his next comment came immediately after Andrew had finished speaking. The blond listened to him, and watched him move but when Spence stumbled he moved forward and caught the taller wizard. He took in a breath before sighing. “Spencer,” he began, integrating the ‘r’ less-than-smoothly into the word. “I don’t think another drink is wise.” Hypocritical coming from Andrew, of course, but still true. “We should get you home.”

He wasn’t quite sure what the male meant by his comment, maybe he was in the middle of moving -- who knew. A laugh spilled from his lips. “Yeah, you know, not dead." He stated obviously as if the blonde should know. “No, no... I wouldn’t know would I? Reagan was alive and I didn’t know, he told me she was dead you see.” Spencer was oblivious to the fact his words would just be riddles for the blonde. He looked at the male with a grin as he caught him from falling. “Did I say hello?” The male asked his cheeks rosy from the alcohol in his system. “That’s not my home.” He muttered pouting slightly. “I hate it there. I’m too comfortable there. The more I comfortable I get the more danger I put myself in... put....everyone in.” Spencer shut his eyes briefly. “I need another drink Drew.” He slurred rubbing at one his eyes tiredly. 

[themisunderstoodslytherin]

thedeviousraven:

Odessa had stumbled upon her cousin when he was already well on his way to being flat-out wasted, but that hadn’t stopped her from getting a glass of her own and joining him. She had come to the bar for that very reason, after all. A fair few glasses later and Spencer, though drunk, was still going strong. "Maybe not, but I thought you’d want to savour the taste a bit?” She chuckled lightly, as the second drink spilled over the side and onto the table. Odessa shuffled back a little out of the splash zone. It was obvious that he wasn’t drinking just for fun, and honestly, Odessa couldn’t blame him for that. Downing the rest of her own drink, she called the bar tender over and ordered another for herself. She better catch up. 

"Nope, no. No taste, I just don't want to feel or think." He grumbled with a shake of his head as he tried to keep his balance and not stumble. He'd already had an agreement with the bartender to keep the drinks coming whenever he'd finished his previous.

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slytherdanes:

Andrew had been sat in the living room, nursing a whiskey that sat on the coffee table in front of him when he heard a familiar but slurred voice come from outside. He had very faint knocking coming from next door, but the moment he heard his name he shook his head. It was hard to suppress the amused smile that fought its way to his lips. The blond waited a few moments, considering his options, before finally moving towards the door, knowing that Spencer was quite obviously drunk. Opening the door his eyes searched for the dark-haired wizard and sure enough found him standing in front of the house next door. “Spencer?” He called over to him. “What are you doing here?” It was both nice and a bit painful to see the wizard, but he tried to keep his voice neutral but quizzical.

The male span around nearly losing his balance as he heard Andrew’s voice coming from the house next to him. He tilted his head looking at the male like a confused puppy. “You’ve moved.” He accused narrowing his eyes as he stumbled over to the blonde before attempting to step over the small wall to get to the other house. “I needed to make sure you were alive.” Spencer stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Your face looks good. Nice and healthy and good...--” The male trailed off as he got distracted by his thoughts. “I was drinking at the drinking place and you weren’t there. I thought you might have been there but you weren’t so I thought I’d come and make sure you were safe and now you are so I should probably go and get another drink.” He nodded to himself before turning and stumbling forward. 

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@slytherdanes

Spencer wasn’t quite sure whether it was the alcohol in his system or not but all of a sudden, despite the weeks he’d spent avoiding a certain blonde haired male, he felt an urge to go and check on the wizard to make sure he was alright. He found himself feeling paranoid that somehow his family had gotten to the blonde so he slowly made his way to the male’s house stumbling through the streets using walls and trees around him to help support him and keep him on his feet. Once he had arrived at what he thought to be the male’s door he began knocking. “Knock, knock. Anyone there?” He called out loudly, before knocking even louder on the door. “Drew, I know you’re in there.” The male’s words were slurred and elongated but it was probably the most cheerful he’d sounded in a while. 

[themisunderstoodslytherin]

Spencer was slumped against the bar, it wasn’t often he drank alcohol but the male had been so down recently that he decided that one drink wouldn’t hurt. The problem was that one drink had turned to one more, and then another one and another one, and before he knew it he had numerous of empty glass lined in front of him. Picking up another glass he downed the drink before wincing at the burn in his throat. “mmmm, no, noooo, nope.” He slurred shaking his head. “I’m not finished yet.” He stated holding his finger up before picking up another drink accidentally sloshing the drink in his drunken stupor.

[themisunderstoodslytherin]

sebnelson:

@themisunderstoodslytherin·

He had tried to remain somewhat unnoticed, and he had done a reasonably good job of it— until now. As he stood in front of a prisoner he remembered only too well, and his closeness to Odessa proved more threatening for exposure. However, remaining as calm as he always seemed to be, he sat down in front of the prisoner, a smirk on his lips. “Long time no see, Spencer.”

A sigh left the male’s lips as his eyes scanned the male, his upper lip curling in disdain. He’d never really been keen on the wizard especially after the little he’d heard from his cousin on the way she was treated by the male. “Unfortunately not long enough.” 

[museinspo]

“You’ve worn a mask for so long that you’ve forgotten who you were beneath it.”

— fabuliz  (via wordsnquotes)

[themisunderstoodslytherin]

connorofgryffindor:

Connor couldn’t help but laugh at the other male’s question then shrugged his shoulders, wrinkling his nose ever-so-slightly. “You don’t need to be worried, I think to think I know what I’m doing.” He offered Spencer a quick wink, the gesture hoping to reassure the other male that he was joking. Connor’s lips quirked up a little at the corners, a sad smile playing on his lips as the ebony haired male continued to speak. “No, it’s fine.. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t expect you to, not after - what is it, two.. maybe three years?” The young man crossed the room and took his wand from his pocket then reached toward the bandage that lay on the male’s forearm. “May I? It’s just a quick healing spell, and it will help it not to scar..” Connor offered the other male a gentle smile.

“Mmm, if you say so doctor.” Spencer joked with a grin. The male gave a small smile in reply, “Thanks. Merlin, it feels like it has been longer.” It was probably one of the last time he’d been truly happy, no wonder it felt like it had been an eternity with all the things that had gone on since then. He gave a shrug. “You can try if you want but I already asked someone to try apparently it won’t work properly because it’s been too long since it happened.” 

[shirasade]

Just let me go we’ll meet again soon Now wait wait wait for me Please hang around I’ll see you when I fall asleep - Of Monsters & Men, Little Talks

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ravenclawackerman:

“Oh please, you’re never in the mood. That’s the main part of your personality. Being a grouch.”

“Well, I’m even less in the mood than normal so, please, just leave me be, I don’t want to rude to you.” 

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livmontague:

“I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about. Have you not heard of innocent until proven guilty.”

“It’s you, of course your guilty... The evidence is just you being you. Now tell me, what are you up to?”