another moment passing by // loki & dashiell

[abraxas scorpius malfoy]

Abraxas hadn't been entirely sure as to whether or not it would be wise to tell more people about his 'situation'. Of course, the more people that knew, the higher the chance of somebody letting slip and everybody knowing. While it would have been a bit uncomfortable for everyone to know that he had a thing for guys, the thing that worried him the most was his teammates knowing he'd been looking at them. It hadn't been anything particularly perverted like staring at their lower half, more a case of admiring their upper halves. His eyes had inevitably glanced other parts every now and then but he hadn't made a deliberate effort to do so. In the end, he'd concluded that his friend Loki could also be trusted with such information. No matter how good a friend Dashiell was, he couldn't quite understand in the same way that the Slytherin could, though the incident in the boathouse would suggest otherwise.

After telling Loki that he would meet with him in the dungeons after the last lesson of the day, Abraxas headed up to the dormitories and changed out of his Gryffindor robes into some more comfortable clothes. Once he was satisfied with his appearance, which didn't take a great deal of time to achieve, Malfoy checked his pocket for his wand before making his way back down to the common room and out onto the grand staircase. He was naturally nervous about the whole thing but as he'd managed to tell Dashiell, Brax was quite certain that it would be fine telling Derrick. He was also his friend and wasn't exactly in a position to be homophobic about the whole thing either. No, Abraxas didn't need to panic. If Dash could be perfectly understanding, especially while the two of them were showering, then Loki would be no trouble at all.

Once he reached the dungeons, Abraxas stepped into an alcove behind a tapestry and waited for his friend. With the school now in full swing, it was slightly more difficult to ensure you wouldn't be interrupted and so Brax had needed to take a short while to figure out where he and Loki could go to discuss it. The Slytherins didn't frequent the dungeons as much as one might expect and so it had seemed like the best choice. It had only been by chance that he'd discovered the place where he now stood. He'd walked out of Potions and dropped several sheets of parchment. One of them had slid under the tapestry and when he lifted the bottom up to retrieve it, there was the alcove. It was fairly big, opening up into a circular room that he assumed had once had a purpose but that had since been forgotten. Seeing as it was only big enough to accommodate a fairly small desk, Abraxas assumed that whether it had formerly been used for had been moved to a more spacious location in the castle.

notes loki for the beginning, both for the middle and dashiell for the ending.

[lokiderrick]

But you're the only one that knows me

Better than I know myself

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #004100 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Potions was like torture to the fifth year Slytherin. He hated the subject and couldn’t wait to drop it next year. He could feel the time ticking away slowly, almost like it wanted to drag the lesson on forever, ugh he wanted to curse at the time, at the bubbling cauldron that did had some pink looking potion in it, nothing like the green potion that the professor had shown. He took a sniff at the substance and screwed his nose up as the stench invaded his sense of smell. Yup there was no way he'd ever become a potion master or a healer, he just did not have the magical touch to create potions. He looked around the room, every ones potion seemed to be near the colour it was meant to be, so what the hell did he do to stuff it up. He looked at his book and then at the remaining ingredients. Was that sneezewort, he wondering picking up the powdered leaves and sniffing at them, immediately sending him into a fit of sneezes. Yup it was, so what had he put in the potion in its place he wondered. He could not stop sneezing, no wonder he hated potions. And then just when he thought the sneezing fit was the worst of it, his potion decided to bubble over, splashing on his arms. Stupid damn thing, if the potion that had been spilt didn’t hurt so much, he would have kicked the cauldron in frustration. So there he was currently sitting in the hospital wing, having the burns looked at. He could still smell the foul potion and wanted nothing more than for it to disappear and by that he needed a shower. Abraxas would understand right? Jumping from the bed once his burns were heals he dashed down to the Slytherin common rooms and into the dorms, where he quickly washed, inspected the pink, tender and fresh skin, he felt much better. Thankfully Brax had asked to meet in the dungeons, close to the Slytherin common rooms. It was still curious as to why his friend wanted to talk to him on his own, maybe he was failing at transfiguration and needed help. Now that was a subject well worth learning, Loki thought as he quickly dressed in jeans and a red chequered shirt. He didn’t care about house colours, he didn’t particularly care about his own house. Stashing his wand in his pocket, he headed out. Now where was this exact place he thought as he walked, something about a tapestry wasn’t there. He stopped dead in his tracks, just how many bloody tapestries were there in this section of dungeons, he wondered, eyeing off at least half a dozen down the corridor. Great, just great, he sighed. Turning to the nearest one, he pushed it aside. Nope a solid wall was behind it, going to the next and the next, they all had solid walls. The fourth had a strange looking window on it that would have creeped out just about everyone. He dropped that tapestry quickly and went to the next one. Finally he had found the right one. "Brax, really man, be more specific with the tapestry, there's this nasty looking window the next one over, it looked like it wanted to bite my hand off,"

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[abraxas scorpius malfoy]

Though Brax hadn't specified a time, he started to wonder if Loki had been held up and wouldn't be coming. Then again, it was unlike any of his friends to let him down and so he presumed that the Slytherin was just changing out of his school robes like he had done. After several minutes, Derrick appeared through the tapestry and it had apparently taken him several attempts to find the right one. "If you got some lights down here, I'd have been able to tell you what was on the tapestry," he replied. Of course, the Slytherins had no real claim over the dungeons but most people seemed to assume they did. It was obvious for the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw towers where the only things in them where for those houses but there was more to the dungeons than the Slytherin common room. It wasn't that dark either but he'd been trying for humour. Whether that paid off or not he couldn't be sure but, as they weren't there for humour, it didn't really matter.

"There's something I need to talk to you about," he began, forcing himself to look up from the floor. He'd already established that Loki wouldn't have a problem with it but there was still something slightly scary about it, even if it did lead to overwhelming happiness afterwards. "I don't know if I'm gay or bi or whatever but I've definitely got a thing for... boys." He hadn't quite known how to phrase it but as with Dashiell, he'd just gone with the first thing that popped into his head. Abraxas had told his fellow Gryffindor where he would be and, though he doubted it would be necessary, he'd told him to just come and get him if he needed him. From their short talk at the boathouse, he presumed that Dash would know he was telling Loki. He'd been rather quiet about it and if Brax hadn't been so certain that he'd not whispered it, he'd have guessed Dash hadn't heard.

[lokiderrick]

But you're the only one that knows me

Better than I know myself

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #004100 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] "If you got some lights down here, I'd have been able to tell you what was on the tapestry," seriously was Brax trying to be funny. There was plenty of light down in the dungeons, perhaps it was all the brightness of the towers that had gotten to Brax, making everything seem darker than what it was. Nevertheless he simply looked at the Gryffindor, raising an eyebrow as if to ask is he was joking or not. Even if was meant as a joke, his friend really needed to brush up on his skills, it hadn’t been at all funny. Whatever he thought, he had found the tapestry eventually and he was here now that was all that matter right? The next sentence didn’t sound all too good. His first thought was wondering what he had done wrong, had he upset one of the others, no they would have come and spoken to him themselves, besides they all knew how he could get. Something about the way Brax had spoken made it sound very serious indeed. He nodded for his friend to continue, if Brax wasn’t to confide in him, well he wouldn’t deny his friend anything. He would sit and listen, no matter what the topic was about. He would lend a shoulder to cry on even, not that he had seen any of the boys actually cry. Maybe he needed him to help him get out of trouble, or to at least pin it on someone else, now he would be very willing to do. "I don't know if I'm gay or bi or whatever but I've definitely got a thing for... boys." Well shit, that was definitely not what he was expected, that was more like the last thing he expected to her from Brax. So he liked boys, how long had he kept it a secret from the rest, in fact who else knew. Had Brax come to him first because he knew exactly how he felt or did someone, say Dash knew. Knowing both Dash and Brax, he would have told the other Gryffindor. He wanted to walk up to him, put his arms on his shoulder and welcome him to the 'dark side'. But he felt that would be too much or it would seem like he was taking a serious subject and making light of it. How could he explain that being attracted to other men wasn’t at all bad, if it was, he'd certainly fall right into the middle of that category. "You certainly know how to shock people," he spoke, cringing at how that came out. Again it sounded like he was teasing, but he didn’t mean it, he hoped Brax knew that. "There's nothing wrong with being attracted to other guys. In society these days, its accepted. But I know how you feel, it took me months to admit it to myself let alone to others," this time he did walk over to Brax, throwing an arm around his shoulder, a comforting gesture. "It does get easier when its out in the open," he added, looking at the blonde. He seemed to be handling it well, at least on the outside anyways. "You know I’m here for you, we all are... have you told the others yet?"

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[abraxas scorpius malfoy]

"I like surprises?" Abraxas replied, knowing that Loki hadn't meant anything unkind by his comment. Loki was the only person he could be certain wouldn't reject him for who he was. Though he had been fairly certain with Dash, there had always been the possibility that it would make him uncomfortable. If anything, it had just brought them closer together and Brax hoped the same would happen with the second friend he had told. He couldn't quite believe that he'd spent a whole year keeping it quiet from everyone and then he'd told two people, two boys for that matter, in the space of a month. If he'd known how elated he would feel afterwards then he'd have told them sooner. At least now he'd known he was ready. If the same circumstances had arisen a few months ago, Malfoy didn't think he'd have been able to pull through.

He smiled weakly as Loki told him it was fine for him to be that way. Though he knew he'd have to deal with it whether he liked it or not, it made it somewhat easier when he was told that it was okay. It wasn't like Loki was giving him permission or expressing his approval, he was simply stating that it didn't matter to him. It meant a lot to Abraxas to know his friend would still stand by his side and between him and Dashiell, Brax knew he wouldn't have any trouble. He slid one his arms around Loki's waist in a returning gesture and put his head on the slightly taller boy's shoulder. "Thanks," he replied simply. "I've told Dash but you're the only two that know."

[dashiell jameson peakes]

"That's enough from you, Mr. Peakes. You're staying after class." The words were familiar in his ears, but never before had he been told in Defense Against the Dart Arts that he'd be spending time after class for his ability to catch the slightest mistakes from Professors. His ears were strangely keen in that sense, having the ability to ignore lessons in their entirety. However, should a teacher slip up and suggest they add the wrong ingredient to their potion, or repeat an incorrect due date for an essay, Dashiell would be the first to blurt out their mistake to them. It was helpful, he was certain. What if such tiny errors had a larger consequence? No matter the initiative for his outbursts in class, it was often considered a challenge of authority by many of the professors. Now, he was sitting in the room, charmed to his seat, watching the other students look at him disdainfully as they passed through the doorway. Stupid Ravenclaws. Dashiell grumbled to himself as his mood plummeted. This wasn't the only terrible aspect of the day; Charms he'd managed to have a spell blow up in his face again, causing his hair to frizz up and refuse to smooth down once more. Not to mention that explosions aren't comfortable things.

It was the most awkward detention he'd ever sat through. Typically the Professors like to at least scold him, tell him how he was being disrespectful, or make him clean something without magic. . . but no. This professor simply had charmed him to his seat. Dashiell looked around curiously as the Professor sat at their desk, simply staring at the boy with an unhappy face. As simple as it said, Dashiell couldn't help but think what the professor was doing and as he sat there he was imagining a slew of things. Were they doing some crazy Legilimency? The thought made Dashiell's eyes grow large and his face turn slightly red. If the Professor was indeed pulling memories and thoughts from Dash, they would certainly know about his boathouse adventure with Malfoy. As his face flushed and the professor smiled lightly as his discomfort, Dashiell was pulled into distracting thoughts about the previous night. He could remember it perfectly, but he was slightly ambivalent about it. On the one hand he remembered how right everything had felt. He'd no real qualms about it partially wanted it to repeat itself, only without an end. And yet! Something was terribly wrong: Abraxas had managed nothing but to get on Dash's nerves ever since the encounter. No matter where Dashiell hid for a moment of peace, Abraxas would seem to find him only ten minutes later. Always talking about things that Dashiel could have cared less about. Who was to say that Peakes wanted to know about Abraxas's last class? Stories about what he did over the summer wasn't an interest to Dashiell. It came even more as an annoyance when Abraxas told him that he'd be in the Potions dungeon and to come get him after a while. Or something like that. Honestly, Dashiell had been staring at his friend's chin, wondering if it had always looked quite like that. He'd caught most of what his friend had said, and that was still too much.

When the ridiculously long and drug-out detention was finally over, Dashiell hurried out of the room with no intent to find out what exactly the Professor meant to accomplish. Shaking his head slightly, he'd headed up to the Gryffindor Common Rooms and washed off his face and hair, which still showed signs of a Charms mishap. He'd eaten several cookies while he shook his head dry. He'd normally have stopped by the kitchens for a sizeable snack right after Defense Against the Dark Arts, but clearly that hadn't been an option. So instead he compromised by shoving useless sweets into his mouth. Sitting on his bed with fresh hair and face, Dashiell's body wished very much to remain where he was, suffering of gluttony, rather than go down to the Potions rooms to find out whatever Abraxas was up to. Against this urge, Dashiell won the fight. He rose to his feet and began the long trek to the bottoms of the castle. What was his friend hoping to accomplish in the dungeons anyway?

When finally Dashiell poked through the door to the Potions room, being very silent so as to avoid unwanted confrontation should a Professor be in. He'd stood in the doorway for a while, looking around the cauldrons and questionable liquids in vials, before hearing a voice. Luckily he was able to follow it, it undoubtedly belonging to Abraxas. Sighing with an edge, Dashiell approached the tapestry which seemed to be talking. "What're you doing in there? Why not just talk out here, Abraxas? No one's out here to hear you. Who're you even talking to, yourself?" Dashiell pulled the tapestry away to find Abraxas standing face-to-face with Loki. Without waiting for an answer to his previous question, he adressed the Slytherin through Abraxas.

"What is he doing here?" Dashiell was able to put two and two together and his jaw clenched violently. "You told him?! He doesn't even need to know, and now he knows about the boathouse." Of course there was no reason to believe that Abraxas had even mentioned the boathouse incident, but reason wasn't his companion at the moment.

[lokiderrick]

But you're the only one that knows me

Better than I know myself

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #004100 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] "I like surprises?" Of course he did, what fifteen year old boy didn’t...well besides most Ravenclaws who always seemed to get so shirty about surprises, like they just didn’t want them cause they disrupted their study time. Seriously, did they not know that there were other things than books. The Slytherin nodded as Brax thanked him. He couldn’t really see how his words could have helped Brax much, but perhaps the whole 'everyone’s fine with gays now' was a huge relief for Brax. Personally he didn’t care what others thought and Brax should do the same. They should be themselves, screw whatever consequences that wanted to come their way. "I've told Dash but you're the only two that know." Ah so he had been correct about the whole Dash thing. Well of course it would have made much more sense for the two Gryffindors to confide in one another first. Those two had been friends before the whole group was formed just like him and Max, and well they were in the same house, lucky bastards, he thought. But how did Dash take it, as far as everyone knew he was straight although he never mentioned anything about gays nor being prejudice, perhaps the whole thing had gone down fine. He felt Brax's arm around his waist and the blonde hair boy's head on his shoulder. He wondered what they looked like to someone else. Would they see it as a friend comforting another or would they see it as more. Not that Loki had any other feelings for Brax besides that of a best friend...no it was more he thought, he felt like Brax was a brother to him, much better than a best friend, but then he felt the same way about the other 3 boys. "You know I’ve always got your back, when you’re ready to tell the others, I’ll be standing right next to you," he replied. He had gone through the whole thing alone; he wasn’t about to let Brax do it. He knew how hard it was, and he was willing to be Brax's rock, someone he could lean on. He gave the blonde a gently squeeze of the shoulders just as Dash walked in, obviously looking for Brax. But what the Slytherin did not expect was how Dash addressed him, like he was a stranger. He was confused, why wouldn’t he be here? He glanced down at Brax for a moment before back at Dash. "Funny thing isn't it, that friends actually do spend time with one another outside of class," he replied, his words dripping with sarcasm. If Dash wanted to speak to him in that way, then he could play that game. "You told him?! He doesn't even need to know, and now he knows about the boathouse." Loki raised an eyebrow, not at Brax but at Dash. Well now who was the one spilling secrets now? The boathouse, he was curious, what actually happened? He didn’t pry though, if Brax had wanted to tell him, he would have done so, or he would do so eventually. "I don't need to know?" he asked, controlling his voice, trying to remain pleasant and calm, pretending that he didn't hear Dash bring up the boathouse "I don't think that’s for you to decide," he replied, not taking his arm off Brax. Honestly, holding onto Brax was the only thing stopping him from actually walking up to Dash and punching him for acting like an idiot and for speaking to him like he was. His mind raced, slowly putting two and two together. Something had happened in the boathouse between the two of them, something that Dash seemed... ashamed of. Really now, they was all friends, why did Dash feel like he had to keep it a secret? words; 634 tag; Abraxas/Dashiell note; n/a template made by missickle

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[abraxas scorpius malfoy]

Abraxas barely had time to reply to Loki before he heard Dashiell talking outside. He hadn't been expecting the other Gryffindor to need to come and get him but if Peakes needed his help then he wouldn't say no. The expression on his friend's face when he pulled back the tapestry didn't look like he was seeking assistance, rather that he was annoyed. It took Brax a few minutes to realise that it was him that Dashiell was irritated with, or at least he had some involvement in it. Judging by the comment he made as if Loki wasn't even there, Abraxas gathered a good part of his displeasure was aimed at the Slytherin. To make matters worse, Loki was rising to it, leaving Brax stuck in neutrality. Though he'd have felt more comfortable being on a particular side within an argument, this wasn't a dispute he could choose a side on.

"Dash, what's up? I told you yesterday that I was going to tell Loki," Abraxas replied, not wanting Dashiell to think that he was siding against him yet at the same time trying to calm him down somewhat. He was confused as to why he was being so hostile, as if Brax was an object in his possession rather than his friend. Did Dash really care about him that much? Surely he knew that the decision was down to Abraxas and if he felt there was another person that he could talk to then he should be able to do so? It wasn't as if he was trying to replace Dashiell, not in the slightest. While it was quite a scary experience, Brax knew he'd feel better with the more people he knew he could rely on. Shortly after raising the point mentally, Loki reminded Dash that it wasn't his choice.

The boathouse. Abraxas hadn't mentioned that at all and he'd had no intention of doing so. He wasn't entirely sure himself of what had happened. The two of them hadn't spoke about it over the course of the day. Was Dashiell ashamed? He could understand if Brax had been the one to make the move but it had been Dash. Dash had touched his leg and it had been rather an intimate touch at that. "Actually, he knew nothing of the boathouse until you just mentioned it. What's gotten into you?" But then Brax started to think. If Dash was really ashamed of what he'd done, surely he wouldn't have mentioned it at all in the hope that it would be forgotten?

Perhaps it wouldn't have been quite so silly to entertain the idea of a love potion after all. Dash wasn't usually this defensive and he'd never shown any sign of interest beyond friendship before last night, even in the days following the revelation. How would he have ended up with it though? His grandfather Ron had told him about a time when he'd been infatuated with someone due to such a potion. Hadn't there been something about spiked cauldron cakes? Dash couldn't have got it that way, he hadn't eaten anything that wasn't available to everyone else in the school... except his mother's cookies. Surely Eleanor wasn't responsible for this? Unless the cookies weren't actually from her? But who hated Dash enough to go to such lengths? Tristan Clark wasn't his biggest fan but surely this was a step too far, even for him.

[dashiell jameson peakes]

"You stay out of this." Dashiell was not polite in the least bit as he glared with a pale face and stony eyes at the Slytherin boy. His mind felt in pain, similarly to when he'd not slept for a very long time, the pain only increased with his anger, but the two were in an interexchangably direct relationship. That is, the angrier he seemed to get, the more his head hurt and the more his head hurt, the angrier he seemed to be. His hand had gripped for his wand, but it was tucked away out of reach, in his pocket. He wasn't going to... harm Loki, even though he was proving to be half as annoying as Abraxas was; he simply wanted to make him silent and obedient. His little sarcastic comments dripped into the feeder for Dashiell's rage, only helping him escalate in ridiculousness. Dash had been holding the tapestry aside, but now threw it wildly, leaving it crumpled and gathered on one side of the supporting rod.

If there was something that the Gryffindor knew, it was that boys often settled their problems with magic or violence, furthermore, he knew that to have just hauled off and hit Abraxas would have probably just left him confused and Loki would have probably tried to come to his rescue. How he despised it when the others tried to pretend that they were as close to Abraxas as he was. They thought they could be there for him, if only they'd be let in on the inside conversation and relationship, but this now seemed in vain to Dashiell. As much as he currently thought that he and Abraxas had something which was exclusive, sacred, he couldn't help but to think that he'd put far too much trust in the other boy.

"Why are you so insecure that you have to always have everyone's attention on you, everyone worrying about and being there for you. Think about it, you think you're the glue that hold us together, but really you're just afraid of being alone." Dashiell's words were hoping to harm, rip, damage the other boy. It didn't matter whether or not he was being entirely truthful or not. Abraxas very well was the glue, but Dashiell took the liberty to blame insecurity. On a storm here, and generally ignoring Loki Derrick as far as his other comments went. His focus was entirely on Brax, but that didn't stop him from enjoying also getting Loki mad in the run-around.

"What's gotten into me? Into me?!" Dashiell laughed incredibly, not caring whether or not he could be heard outside of the classroom or not. "I'm not the one that's throwing all these life-chaning decisions around the place, and running to tell the nearest person you can find." He gestured not-so-daintily at the witnessing Slytherin. "The boathouse, maybe you'd not mentioned it. Yet. How was I to know what you'd said and what you haven't. I cannot trust you anymore, clearly. It's okay, though. The boathouse was a mistake. A bad one. You were a mistake."

If they'd not already realized it during external situations, it was now obvious that when Dashiell was mad, in all senses of the word indeed, he had the habit of shouting a spectacular amount and listening a neglible amount.

[lokiderrick]

But you're the only one that knows me

Better than I know myself

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #004100 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] "You stay out of this." How dare he, Loki thought, narrowing his eyes. If looks could kill, he was sure Dash would be dead before he could hit the floor. He didn’t like the way Dash was speaking nor the tone he was using, this was so unlike Dash and just as he was about to ask what had gotten into him, Brax beat him to it. "Why are you so insecure that you have to always have everyone's attention on you, everyone worrying about and being there for you. Think about it, you think you're the glue that hold us together, but really you're just afraid of being alone." Even though those words were not directed at him, it still cut to the bone. Anger boiled within and with a blink of an eye, all he could see was red, he wanted blood... Dash's blood. He curled his hand into a fist, his nails digging into the palm of his hand, any harder and he was sure he'd break through the skin. He gritted his teeth and knew he was trembling with anger. Would Brax pick up on it or would Dash's words have shocked him? e had been thinking of leaving, obviously this was between the two of them to work out, but now he wasn’t too sure. If Dash was acting like this, who knew what he could do when Brax was alone and he really didn’t want to risk his friend ending up in the hospital wing all because he left, but if Brax asked, he would comply out of respect. He licked his dry lips, wondering if Dash would simply walk away from them, it would be the more rational action, but no he doubted very much that Dash was thinking at all. Loki listened to his friends as they spoke, trying to calm his raging temper, trying to get himself under control but to no avail. Dash had pushed too far and he was close to snapping. "The boathouse, maybe you'd not mentioned it. Yet. How was I to know what you'd said and what you haven't. I cannot trust you anymore, clearly. It's okay, though. The boathouse was a mistake. A bad one. You were a mistake." That was what done it, he could almost feel that snap wityhin as he set his deadly eyes on Dash. "You do not deserve to be called a friend," he spoke through clenched teeth, venom dripping from his words. It was his anger talking. Did he want to hurt Dash? At this moment yes he did, he wanted to teach him a lesson, if only Brax wasn’t there. He wanted to talk about trust, how could they trust him after this? Loki knew their friendship would be strained after this and he was just grateful that Max and Alfie weren’t here; they didn’t need to be on the receiving end of Dash's words. Oh he so wanted to ask the blonde to let him hit Dash, to let him draw his fist back and let it slam into Dash's face, to feel the satisfaction of it, to laugh at his pain, but he remained silent, keeping his thoughts and questions to himself, however if Dash dared to upset Brax again, well nothing would be able to stop him from hitting his friend. words; 557 tag; Abraxas/ Dashiell note; n/a template made by missickle

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Abraxas refused to believe that Dashiell was acting of his own accord. He'd known him for four years now and he'd never reacted to anything in this way. Most friends had the occasional fall out but that hadn't been a problem for the two Gryffindors. They had naturally disagreed over some things but never enough to stop them talking to one another. Despite this, Brax couldn't help but think about what was being said. Did he really think so highly of himself? He was a Malfoy after all and he was expected to act arrogantly and whatnot. Ab thought he'd strayed a reasonable amount from the family stereotype but had he overestimated his differences? He didn't act with the intention of getting attention but was that because it was just his nature and so he wasn't aware of it? While he was contemplating the first part of Dash's statement, he agreed completely with the second. He was afraid of being alone but he didn't feel like he needed to keep his friends interested in them.

"Last time I checked, Loki was our friend, our friend Dash. He's the nearest person because he matters to me, just like you do." Abraxas intended to tell those he cared most about before making it public. As much as Dashiell meant to him, he wasn't the only person he trusted. Would he react in the same way once he got around to telling Max and Alfie, or his family for that matter? Until this point, he'd been able to keep himself relatively calm and bear in mind that Dash was acting strangely, just as he had done last night. There had to be some other force at work here because even if Dashiell did hold these views, he'd have found a way of saying them to Abraxas that wouldn't upset him. Calling him untrustworthy and a mistake certainly upset him. Everything seemed numb around him as the dagger was forced in. He felt more betrayed than anything while the other two boys were quite clearly furious. "And there was me thinking you'd be there for me, no matter what."

He couldn't forget that this wasn't Dash speaking to him. A potion was the only logical explanation he could provide because he wouldn't accept that he'd lost Dashiell until he'd exhausted every other possibility. In that case, Abraxas needed to make an antidote. Such things weren't covered until their sixth year but he was confident enough in his Potions skills that he could pull it off if he had the instructions. Of course, there would be no way for him to make such an antidote without Dash knowing or leaving, most likely both. The first solution that sprang to mind was a body-bind curse but he'd rather not hurt Dash. Instead, he whipped his wand out of his pocket and as fast as his body would allow him, flicked it at Dashiell and muttered, "Confundo." With any luck, he'd have cast the spell faster than Dash could react but with Defence Against the Dark Arts being the other Gryffindor's best class, Brax could only hope.

"We need the Potions professor," he told Loki. Whether Dashiell was now confunded or not, having someone qualified in potion making would be invaluable and Abraxas doubted that Dash knew he'd been slipped a love potion, albeit one that didn't appear to have been brewed entirely as instructed due to his current anger. Abraxas could at least make a start on some sort of antidote while waiting for the professor and so he walked past Peakes towards the Potions classroom across the hall. He made a beeline for the cupboard that he knew contained the textbook and grabbed a copy of Advanced Potion Making, flicking to the contents and searching for the antidotes section. He knew he'd need a love potion antidote but how would he remedy the apparent hate potion? There was no cure for that listed in the contents and the only cure to it that Brax knew of was a love potion. Would the two separate potions treat the two personalities or would they negate each other before he'd even drunk it? The worst case scenario was that he'd poison Dash further and he knew where the bezoars were kept. He had to at least try and help his friend out, right?

[dashiell jameson peakes]

As far as what Loki said, it was true. The badly constructed love potion might not have been intended for Loki, but he was a foot in the way of the viper— should Dashiell have struck out, it wouldn't have been a surprise. He certainly didn't deserve to be one of the group's friends. Well, at least not at the moment, and probably not in the future after the torture he had put Abraxas through. The very same Abraxas he'd thought of as his Abraxas just the night before, prior to his terrible day and the potion's side-effects. He might as well have been Tristan Clark himself, in the ways that he was acting. Of course, he'd never have even began to suspect the Slytherin boy; while the two had never gotten along so well, he wouldn't have taken him to be the sort that would be creative enough to scheme up such an evil plot. Then there was the fact that the potion was very, very heavy in the Gryffindor's veins, and this clouded his judgement most heavily. There was only his reality— the one that he was so ignorantly trapped in.

The conversation was quite two-on-one, with Dashiell on receiving of the other two boy's shocked, terrible phrases. Although he had been the one to thrust himself in the corner, he now felt claustrophobic, challenged. It was common knowledge that an animal cornered was an animal angered, but when the animal in question is a teenaged male with a slew of possessive, intimate, and angry emotions flowing through him without control, the situation was more complex. He was determined to get back in charge, such as he had been when he'd first burst into the... cozy room he'd found Abraxas and Loki embracing inside.

"Just like I do? You cannot have us both. It's either him or me. I mean, we cannot both be your friend. He's a Slytherin!" That fact never had seemed to be a problem before, but now he turned on Loki again like a whipping branch. "You don't have a.. a.. a right to say that I'm not friend material!" He laughed shrilly, struggling to find a word that best explained his thoughts, which weren't organized in any understandable manner. He might as well have taken a novel, ripped it to pieces, and then tried to piece it together. It was in this attention to Loki that his flaw would come about. He'd been thoroughly involved on paying attention to the Slytherin fiend that he'd only barely heard Abraxas's last sentence. He turned with an ironic "Huh?" before Abraxas's spell had hit square in the abdomen. Even in his anger, he'd not expected to have a wand pulled on him by Abraxas.

Immediately, the charm took its effect. Firstly, Dashiell blinked several times, looking quite unamused, although his eyebrows had relaxed from their furrowed position. Once certain that his eyes were not showing him things that were false, his eyebrows moved again, but this time in an upward fashion. Beaming nauseatingly, Dashiel looked around the little room with the tapestry shoved off to one side. Then, without warning or speech, he began to laugh wildly, as if the two boys in front of him were wearing female's clothing. He walked awkwardly, backwardly, as if he thought he was floating inches off of the ground. He only then noticed that the other boys weren't nearly as well-spirited as himself. He stuck a tongue out at the Slytherin, and taunted with a teasing voice, "What's got your bunchies in a pants?" He was completely oblivious to his scattered speech, instead choosing to worry about pressing the front of him against the room's wall, and rolling along it slowly, like a stamp-press.

"When did you," Dashiell began saying before his face was pressed against the wall and he had to wait for him to turn far enough that he could speak again, "get here, Braxo?" He gasped dramatically. "Are we at a party in the dungeons?!"

[lokiderrick]

But you're the only one that knows me

Better than I know myself

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #004100 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] The bantering between the three of them seemed to be going around in circles, never ending. He was still to angry to speak, fearing that if he did, he'd say something he'd regret. There was already a spark of regret for telling Dash that he shouldn’t be called a friend. He hadn’t meant it, it was said out of anger and in the heat of the moment, would Dash be able to forgive him if he forgave Dash for his behaviour, would the Gryffindor even agree with him when he realised just how possessive he was acting. It was like no one could talk to Brax or be near him except for Dash, but as Brax had said, they were friends, all of them, there should be no reason for jealously or possessiveness. The Slytherin looked at Brax, if he wasn’t so angry, he would have smiled at the comment. He mattered, it was something that he dreaded, his friends leaving him, but those words reinforced that Brax would stand by him no matter what. Loki would do the same for Brax and the other boys, even Dash when he finally returned to his normal self. "Just like I do? You cannot have us both. It's either him or me. I mean, we cannot both be your friend. He's a Slytherin!" Those three last words rung in his ears, 'He's a Slytherin'. Did it really matter what house he was in, they had become friends before the sorting. Besides the boys knew he never wanted to be a Slytherin, they knew of his preference to be in Hufflepuff. Yet he had no choice and was sent to Slytherin. That didn’t make him the bad person here, house had nothing to do with it and if Dash was of sound mind, he would have understood that. Was he just clawing at things to tick the both of them off, if so he must have been running out of ammunition to bring up his dreaded house. And before he knew it, Dash's attention was back on him. "You don't have a.. a.. a right to say that I'm not friend material!" Really, he didn’t have a right? That was a laugh, what right did Dash have saying all the things he had said, now that was something Dash had no right to say. At least by saying those words, he had caused Dash to be distracted, enough time for Brax to cast a spell at the Gryffindor. He never expected Brax to pull a wand on Dash, never expected him to cast a spell on him either. Honestly he thought it would have been himself that made the first move by hitting well something. But no, Brax had surprised him and it seemed like it had surprised Dash as well. The shock of it was enough for his anger to subside, almost like he had been hit with the spell instead. One minute an angry Dash stood before them, the next a...well what would you call it, playful, yes playful seemed right, a playful Dash was standing there laughing at them before deciding to roll all around the walls. "We need the Potions professor," He heard Brax speak and realised a moment later that he had been speaking to him. Potions, oh Merlin he hoped Brax knew well enough to keep him away from the cauldron, he didn’t want to be the cause of a potion backfiring, maybe that's why he spoke about getting the potion's professor, he probably just wanted Loki away from creating disaster. "This is obviously between the two of you, come find me later if you want to continue talking," he spoke to Brax, watching him flick through the potion's book for a moment before turning on his heels and heading out, hoping the professor was somewhere nearby. words; 640 tag; Abraxas/Dashiell note; n/a template made by missickle

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[abraxas scorpius malfoy]

Abraxas would never have put money on him being the first to draw his wand but in his defence, he had done so with purely good intentions. As abstractly heartwarming as it was for Dashiell to be so possessive of him, he knew it wasn't of his own accord. He felt somewhat proud that he'd managed to pull it off as he'd never have put money on beating Dash in a duel either, despite the fact that he'd unfairly given him no chance to defend himself. Fortunately, the spell worked as was intended although he hadn't expected the effects to be quite so dramatic. Brax had anticipated some confusion but the almost childish behaviour that his friend was now exhibiting made him the confused one. Regardless, Dashiell was no longer irate and that would make remedying him far easier.

"Err.. yeah, there's a party. It's in the Potions classroom. Everyone else should be here soon," he replied uncertainly, trying to cover this with as normal a tone as he could manage. With that, he moved into the aforementioned classroom to begin his attempts. "I'll find you once everything's sorted out with..," he replied to Loki, nodding his head towards the playful Gryffindor so as not to attract his attention. Once the Slytherin had left, Abraxas walked into the student store cupboard and grabbed various jars - Wiggentree twigs, rose thorns, Gurdyroot extract, powdered moonstone and several other ingredients he believed he might need.

"So... how was Defence Against the Dark Arts?" Abraxas asked, hoping that it would distract Dashiell somewhat from what he was doing. For the time being the spell appeared to have been effective, particularly to have counteracted whatever his 'mother's' cookies had been spiked with, but he couldn't guess how long he'd have that security for. Brax began to throw things into the now boiling cauldron and was pleased to see the potion matching the pictures in the textbook. If he could manage this then his OWLs would be a breeze. It might have been wiser to wait for the requested professor to arrive but he figured he might as well give it a shot in the mean time. If he messed it up, the professor could either fix it or start again and if he got it right then there was obviously no problem.

[dashiell jameson peakes]

If Dashiell were able to ever fully recover to his mindset prior to being charmed and poisoned, there would be greatness to the earth; the thoughts inside his head seemed to stop remaining inside. There seemed to be no great rift between fantasy and reality anymore, and he felt as though he could feel the students walking around the castle, feel their gentle footsteps, the movement of the paintings through the walls. Deep within, he'd even thought he'd felt something scratching at the pipes, but the thought had left just as soon as it had come. He was imagining the ordeal, for what other explanation was there for such an experience, but it seemed real to him. It seemed simple, it seemed comical. The idea that there was to be a party, and in the dungeons of all places!, had Dashiell grinning as he walked away from the walls and found a table to sit on.

Swinging his legs as they danged over the edge of the desk, Dashiell spoke, amusement colouring his speech a light blue. "This is a terrible party, Abraxas. Where are people?" His eyes meandered around the room, to the very grey walls he'd painted with his rolling, then to the tapestry where Loki had been earlier. Already he could not remember where his Green Friend had gone, but was too embarrassed by this to ask Abraxas. Next, Dashiell looked at Abraxas himself, and watched as he pulled ingredient after ingredient from the cupboard. Deeply, Dashiell knew what each of those items were, but yet the names avoided him like children in a game of tag. Curious and a little unsure, he threw himself from his perch and walked until he was less than a foot away from the cauldron. There appeared to be some rule formed in his mind about coming too close to the pot.

"What're you making?" Dashiell tried to peer into the cauldron, but from his vantage point, the effort was failure. He'd possibly have tried to scoot an inch closer had it not been for the fact that he suddenly remembered that his friend had asked him about Defense Against the Dark Arts. At this, Dashiell sat himself roughly against the floor in a pout. He'd his legs overlapping lazily, and his finger moved on the surface of the ground as if drawing a picture. "It was terrible. All we did was read. From a book. Well, then... then..." Dashiell's mind struggled to further fabricate his story. "Then I swam in the lake." The dark depths were so large that his mind found it the easiest thing to lock onto in a short amount of time. "Do you like swimming?"