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[Alfie Miller]

It was one of those perfect stereotypical Ravenclaw days where Alfie had his nose in a book almost all day, a cup of tea, and a cozy sweater on even though it was summer. Alfie wasn't one to cope with the seasons so he did what he wanted when he wanted. The castle still had cold drifts every once in a while so if he could get away with it, he would. He was almost done with his book he had been reading. He actually started it this morning and it had taken this long to get to the final few pages. He was reading a page a minute and wasn't going to put it down for nothing... Until he heard the screaming. 

 

He froze for a second trying to decide if he had actually just heard what he thought he had heard. The banging and screaming continued and Alfie started to get nasty looks from some of his housemates especially with how clear his name was being yelled out and he knew he needed to take care of this. What was she even screaming about anyways? Sighing, Alfie slammed his book shut and stood making his way to the common room door. He pulled his sweater down, adjusting it to be the length he liked it at before reaching for the door handle and opening it. Immediate upon stepping outside the common room, he pulled the door shut and said, "Mykie, what the heck are ya screaming for? Half my housemates want to kill me!" 

[Mikayla Valadez]

What other option did she have? Was it possible for professors to open doors to common rooms that weren't theirs? Maybe she tells her head of house one of the ravenclaws stole something of hers and she had to get it back. Or maybe she just waits for dinner and talks to him then. No, this couldn't wait. She had to do it now. 

 

She continued yelling and pounding, until she heard movement on the other side of the door. She took a step back, but was more than ready to fight whoever was opening the door and get into that common room. She'd take them down if she had to. But it looked like instead of another claw student, she just got so lucky by getting the exact boy she wanted to open the door. She couldn't believe what she was hearing from him though. How did he now know? How was he being so oblivious? Ruin your best friends life, and not even bat an eye? She tilted her head. "Oh, I'm sorry, am I being a bother?" She asked, trying to sound sweet, but she was being more than sarcastic. She didn't waste anytime after that, before she had managed to grab hold of Alfies collar and slam him up against the door. She was shorter than him, so it was probably a ridiculous sight to see. But those beater practices weren't for nothing, that's for sure. She wasn't actually sure how she was able to do this. Adrenaline, probably.

 

"Goblin feet?! Really? Why in hell, Miller? Why in hell would you think it'd be OK to start a rumor like that? What is your problem?!!?" She yelled the last bit, and although she thought she got all the tears out earlier in the bathroom, she felt her eyes starting to get wet again and her voice starting to waver. 

[Alfie Miller]

Alfie was totally feeling a little embarrassed that she was out here making such a scene and apparently he had been the cause of it all. He would just hope the other kids would not hate him too much for this after it was over. He looked at her with his eyes wide like she was crazy, "I mean... Yeah, kinda..." Alfie replied scratching the back of his head not picking up on her sarcasm. Well, not picking up on it until she had a hold of his collar and Alfie was being slammed against the freaking wall. 

 

His eyes now filled with fear and his breathing stopped as he was scared for his life. Mykie could be crazy and you never want to be on the other end of it. Unfortunately, Alfie had fallen down that hole. He let out a little squeal as he hit the wall but stared straight at her preparing to duck if she went in to hit him. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" He said over her, his voice cracking. But as he listened Alfie put the puzzle pieces together faintly remembering saying something about goblin feet. "Right goblin feet... Uh, look I can explain..." He gulped still freaking terrified of this mini monster here about to tear him apart. He nodded hoping she was following along, "Would you let go of me first though?" He was afraid this would backfire on him since she was strongly opinionated but it was worth a shot. 

[Mikayla Valadez]

She never, ever thought she would be in a situation like this with Alfie. In fact, the entire first part of the term seemed to be the exact opposite of last term. Here she was, seriously, wanting to pummel her best friend. And then not to mention her being all friendly with Alden this term. Everything was all mixed up.

 

She clenched her jaw and swallowed hard, trying not to give him any indication that she might cry. A voice crack, or even a hiccup could give it away too quickly. All she knew, is that he damn well had better had an explanation for it. He apparently said he did, but it was hard to imagine what reason would justify starting a rumor. The only possible reason she could think of is if someone was threatening to kill him. And well some of the kids at Hogwarts were intense, it was hard to believe that could have been the case. She debated letting go of him though. When she really thought about it, how good could his excuse be? She could just give him a good one right between the eyes and save the explanation for another day. At least she'd feel a little better after that. But ultimately, she figured she'd better just give him a chance. He was her best friend after all. She took a deep breath, not taking her eyes off him. Until she finally loosened her grip, she let go and stepped back, reaching up quickly to wipe the stray tear off her face that had slipped out. "Alright. Lets hear it then." She crossed her arms, raising her head pompously at him. "You better have a damn good reason."

[Alfie Miller]

It would be an understatement if he didn't say he wasn't fearing for his life right about now. Mykie was ruthless and he was really freaking out right about now. He had people threaten him before but this? This was crazy. Mykie was crazy. He only had one goal right now and that was to get out of this hold she had on him. As he asked her to let him go he stared straight at her waiting for any indication if she was going to do as he asked or not. Finally her grip loosened and he was free! He was FREE! Alfie took a step back from her and straightened his collar but he already had wrinkles in his shirt so it's not like it made a difference. He noticed her reach up to wipe a tear and Alfie was in shock. Was she crying? Mykie Valadez crying? There was no such thing! But he wouldn't dare speak of it because who knows where that would lead to. 

 

She crossed her arms ready to hear his explanation and Alfie took a deep breath like he was getting ready to explain. But, truth be told... He didn't have a good reason at all other than he wanted to. But he first had to get out of that hold she had on him. And now he could follow through with his plan. He looked down at the ground and rubbed his hands like he was about to confess something but then in a flash he ducked and took off running as fast as he could in the other direction, screaming his little head off. His scream tone went up and down with every step he took. His long legs carried him fast but he knew his endurance was suffering so he wouldn't be able to keep it up for long. Just long enough to get away from Valadez. 

[Mikayla Valadez]

She honestly felt like she had already been taking it really easy on Alfie. If it had been any other person in this school to start those rumors, Mykie would have already probably punched them in the gut or something. Or maybe she'd of stewed up a top secret plan to get back at them. But she felt like she was acting differently around Alfie. She was just feeling so many emotions, she didn't know what to think or do. She wanted to believe Alfie didn't actually start the rumor. Maybe it was all a big misunderstanding. She hoped.

 

But it was at this moment Mykie regretted not punching Alfie in the face once he had taken off down the hall. His speedy little legs were too fast for Mykies reaction time to grab him before he advanced further down. She reached out and barely grazed his robes before he was already out of reach. She pushed herself off her foot, taking off after him. This was pissing her off further now, especially because he still hadn't given her a reason. And it was obvious he was trying to avoid it now. She sprinted after him, but ultimately decided she wouldn't be able to stop him coming from behind. So she skirted around a pillar and cut the corner so that when he turned down the hall, she'd be coming at him from the side. And right when they practically lined up perfectly, Mykie lept through the air and clung on to him with all her strength, her legs wrapping around him too like a spider monkey. Her hope was that it would be enough to stop Alfie from running long enough so she could talk to him. Or maybe even she'd be able to knock him over. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! YOU RUINED MY ENTIRE LIFE ALFIE MILLER!" She screamed wildly.

[Briony MacSween]

claw bingo rpc - say famous line

 

Briony walked along the corridor with her head in a million different places. "To be or not to be, that is the question," she muttered aloud with a sigh. Let's say the girl felt directionless. She wasn't sure what path her life was taking her in and it was frustrating. Lately it just seemed like whatever she did, it was the wrong thing. Why did she have to keep making all these mistakes?

[Anastasiya Hennings]

[Puff HPM RPC: Best hug ever]

 

Ana had a huge smile on her lips as she stepped out of her mother's office. It was her mini common room office with a different entrance so that way she wasn't even entering the common room. After a long time, she had a really good talk with her mother and the best hug she could ever receive from her. They had a mini argument earlier that consisted of Ana's behavior. It wasn't her fault that she was running into students high on mood but it was def her bad luck that every frickin time she was arguing with someone, her mother had to pass her. Sometimes she wished she wasn't a professor but then that night made up for her bad mood. Ana was a bit skippy as she walked down the staircase and towards her dormitory.

[Lisette Cavallier]

Lisette was waiting patiently for her brother and sister, wondering when they were ever going to get here. She wanted to hurry and leave and hang out with her cousins. She wondered if Solange had even been picked up yet. She could go in search of them but would probably miss them. So, she waited patiently, getting up from the chair once in a while to go stare out the window, down upon the castle and the vast grounds. How pretty it all was.

 

 

 

[tag]: Aramis & Solange

[Solange Cavallier]

Solange was the first to find her sister. She had left Aramis far behind as she just felt like skipping some more and he didn't want to be seen doing that. She had laughed and waved to him as she went down the tower hall. She spotted Lisette and forgot about skipping and ran to her big sister. Lisy! There you are! I'm so glad to see you. She gave Lisette a big hug and skipped around her , her joy far out doing anything else. Aramis is coming down the hall. He was too embarrassed to be seen with me since I skipped all the way here.

[Aramis Cavallier]

Aramis finally made it to the place they were supposed to meet Lisette. He kept thinking Solange sure skipped fast. Then he laughed because he couldn't keep up with her. He saw his other little sister and smiled. His two sisters sure were silly sometimes. 

 

Hey Lisy! Are you ready to get out of this place? It will be nice to leave the cold of the UK and be in nice warm Cannes, won't it? Come here, give me a hug as well and then we'll get going.

 

He gave his sister a hug and then took them both by the hand and they headed down all those stairs, hoping none of them would decide to move. He hated when that happened.

[Santiago Córdoba]

[Slytherin RPC: 328. Nostalgia]

 

Alright so Santi had messed up. I think the whole universe could come together and agree on this. Hell, he'd be the first one to admit it and felt pretty guilty about the way he behaved in the Hexes and Jinxes lesson. There was just something about Mathias that made him want to go out of his way to be an asshole. It really had very little to do with the fact that he also liked Angela, as he could understand why someone else would like and give her the attention she deserved. I mean what wasn't there to like? It was just Mathias as a person that he couldn't stand. He was no one to stand on a pedestal and judge, but he loathed the fact that since the very moment he had told Mathias he had grown feelings for Angela, he was being a two faced jerk. Mathias wasn't a real friend since a friend wouldn't go out of their way to try to stop him from doing certain things that revolved Angela or plant ideas in their mind to second guess their decisions. At the time that Santi was expressing his feelings for Angela and considering even asking her to go out with him, Mathias was quick to interject and plant seeds of doubt in his mind. He was stupidly none the wise then and figured Mathias was just looking out for him, but his true colors showed at the ball. As chivalrous as it was for him to check on Angela, there was an ulterior motive. Santi knew and was convinced that Mathias didn't go out of his way from the kindness of his heart. He was after Angela. Had it been another guy chasing her, he honestly would have accepted it, but not Mathias and that would be a hill he would die on. Perhaps it was selfish, but honestly? He didn't care. Every single time he saw Mathias' face he wanted to punch him because he just saw the words traitorous asshole scrawled across his forehead. That being said Angela deserved an apology and because he actually genuinely cared about her, he would put an effort to not be such a sarcastic prick in front of the two and simply ignore Mathias. He had tried to catch her right after the first lesson, but she was peeved off at him and simply ignored him as she quickly walked passed him. He rolled his eyes out of annoyance towards himself, but would talk to her as planned - whether she wanted to see him or not. He just had one thing to give her - a parting gift if you will or even an olive branch to show that he wasn't going to be a nuisance in her life. He wasn't going to make any promises of being nice to Mathias since he was going to physically fight him, there was no doubt about that, but afterwards maybe his anger would simmer down to tolerance - who knows.

 

After dinner, he went to his dorm to retrieve the item that Angela had "forgotten" and headed up to the tower. He honestly didn't know her schedule and when she was due back, but figured since she was a prefect she was expected to do rounds. It was too early for her to be inside her common room already without completing her check ups first and stood at the entrance. He tried to stay still, but would pace out of boredom and would rock at the balls of his feet. Luckily every now and then someone he knew would come or go, so he'd chat with them and then would be left alone again to wait for Angela. 

 

[tag: Angela]

[Angela Marlowe]

The little chat with Mathias had left her shaken, annoyed, even more confused and way too distracted to keep on patrolling on her own. She just knew that Hogwarts wouldn't be her safe haven any longer, and had to fight the urge to run away nearly every second of the day. Angela had tried to convince herself that seeing Santiago around wouldn't hurt, that it didn't affect her and his presence didn't evoke so many memories she wanted to bury; she had tried to convince herself that taking classes with him, Ana or Nora would be easy and wouldn't affect her, but she had even felt physically sick at Potions when walking in and seeing Ana sitting there, and then Santiago pretending he didn't know her while bee-lining towards the blonde. Mathias added to this all as she was scared to let anyone in and to lose them, just like it had happened so many times before. And then, there was guilt, guilt and fear of being abandoned despite being presented the adoption papers, and to perhaps reeling Mathias in without meaning to, doing the exact same thing Santi had done to her. Santi possibly blabbing about what they had shared as if she was some kind of trophy made it all worse, because it was personal and it had been a very vulnerable moment of her life to share with others. Feeling light-headed and not wanting to face anything and anyone for the rest of the day, she walked absent-mindedly towards her common room, not thinking much of the Spaniard since she thought she had made it clear at the end of their Charms class that she didn't want to talk to him, at least for the remainder of that day. Who knows what made her think he'd understand this time around when he never did and managed to turn it on his favour instead. She had skipped dinner as she normally did as of late to try and do her rounds but as stated before, had to rely on the other prefects as she told one of them she wasn't feeling well and they would cover for her. Angie could easily take their place the following day or whenever instead. The moment she looked up and saw Santi standing by the entrance she practically froze in place and her stomach dropped. To be honest, she would have thought he was perhaps trying to talk to her but with what she had seen earlier that day, she was almost convinced he was waiting for Cheyenne, and had no idea how to feel about it. Comparisons were inevitable and even smirked to herself, thinking they were probably too alike, so it made sense. His behavior had been messing with her head and didn't know what to expect or think. It wasn't like boys couldn't be friends with girls, but knowing Santi... there was nothing she could do about it though, and it wasn't her business, even if her heart felt as if someone was squeezing it tightly. She hesitated and thought of turning around and leave, but she needed answers, too. Taking a deep breath, Angela practically stomped his way, and stopped in front of to him. She wanted to bring Cheyenne up but it wasn't her place to do so, and the girl had nothing to do in this mess. "You're not trying to break in, are you?" She asked him softly, acting as the prefect she was instead.

[Santiago Córdoba]

For the record Santi wasn't trying to ignore Angela on purpose or anything, he simply didn't know how to approach her. It was like whatever he did was wrong. If he spoke to her then it was an issue and if he didn't it was another. It's not like he had a manual to know what was the right thing to do. He would have liked to be able to talk to her or wave at her when he entered class, but that all would come off as fake or him being too chipper, which would bring up other questions like him not really caring about Angela as Mathias so often reminded him of. He knew he had royally messed up in class and was puffing out his chest for selfish reasons, but Mathias brought out the worse version in him. He hated Mathias with a passion and honestly? It was mutual. With a deep breathe as he tried to gather his thoughts, he paced at the entrance growing angsty as the minutes passed. He wondered if she was already inside and if so it would be a hard task to even get her to come out and rolled his eyes because he probably had to come another time. Santi preferred not to as he wanted to apologize while his foolish actions were still fresh and just when he was about to turn and head down to find any claws in the closest lounge to ask if they could check if she was inside the common room he saw her. His eyes widened a bit, barely smiling and felt nervous all of a sudden. He could immediately tell that she wanted to turn and leave, and while he could respect that, he just wanted to get this off of his chest. Sighing he was debating if he would run after her or not if she decided to stray, but she surprised him instead by stomping her way towards him. "Honestly I was really close to it because I was thinking that you were inside this whole time." He said semi seriously but loosened up and smiled softly at her instead, speaking in a kinder tone. "Hey...uh, this will just be a minute. I know I know you don't want to see me for the rest of the day because I acted like a total ass earlier in class. I am sorry for my behavior because you're not some prized possession that I'm trying to hold onto or anything. I know it looks that way. I just kind of lose my cool every time I see Mathias. He makes my blood boil, but that is neither here nor there. I wanted to give you something. I saw it at a shop in Diagon Alley and it instantly made me think of you. I know you have a connection to the water and so this is a small globe that imitates waves. It can even detect your mood, so mine is..." At this he held it up on his palm and the tides within the globe crashed against it, not violently but there was definitely something brewing inside of him. He then took a deep breath and the waves calmed significantly. "It made me think of you is all. You can use it as a paperweight or as you wish..." Santi said a little deflated and added, "I won't act up like that in class again. I do want to talk to you, of course, but I don't know if I can or if you want me to. I'll just go by your lead."

[Angela Marlowe]

Angela simply looked at him with a sad excuse of a smile, and almost immediately crossed her arms, as if unconsciously shielding herself for the answers she needed and wanted, but that she probably wasn't prepared to hear. Santi made it sound as if he was, indeed, waiting for her and she te  if it had anything to do with intercepting her right after their Charms' lesson, when she had purposedly ignored him. He spoke up and she just knew this wouldn't take a minute, and that he'd get under her skin rather effortlessly. She was just learning Mathias didn't like Santi, and that Santi didn't like Mathias, and seemed it had all started at the ball, now that she thought about it and recalled what had been said back then. As soon as he mention a gift, Angela was so tempted to get into the common room and escape, but her curiosity was bigger than anything else, and she also had one question for him that she couldn't stop replaying over and over in her head as she looked at him, a part of her not wanting to believe he was capable of such thing, while the other was so angry at him already. Santi presented her with a beautiful globe, though remained stoic, not reacting to it despite how awesome it was. By doing this though, he confused her even more, and complicated everything for her, who was still coming to terms with her feelings when he seemed to have moved on. She simply looked at it, especially as he made a little demonstration. Angela unfolded her arms and reached out for the ball, cupping her hands around it, the violent movement of the water and the whirpool that had created made her almost drop the ball, so after blinking a couple times, she put it away inside her robes, ignoring what he said he 'wanted'. She faced him once again, her eyes big and perhaps a bit glossy, and shook her head so her bangs moved away from her face. Angie looked away from a moment then, gathering the strength and the courage to speak up. "What was the whole 'you forgot things at my house' thing?" With a frown and a more serious facial expression, she faced him again, licking her lips since she already felt her mouth and throat go dry. "What did you tell Mathias happened in Spain?" She wanted nothing but the truth, because she already knew, but wanted -- needed to hear it from him. Mathias couldn't be lying since she hadn't told anyone about her trip to Spain, not even to Ana when they talked about their holidays before she learned she was a complete bitch. Margot, Santi's friend, was the only other person who knew besides them, but if she had learned about what had transpired between them, it still meant Santiago had blabbed. There was no way to spare him from this situation.

[Santiago Córdoba]

Santi could tell this this was hard on Angela, but it was hard on him too. Not that he was going around having a pity party over completely screwing everything up, but just because he was the cause of all this mess didn't mean he was free from feeling terrible guilt or sadness. Truth be told it was hard to be in the same vicinity as Angela, but also didn't want to completely disregard and forget about her. He was teeter tottering on this very thin line of giving her space or being too present in her life that either way he leaned towards it was wrong. He deserved every turned cheek and cold shoulder towards him, but at the same time wanted to rectify things somehow. It was just all so very messy. Feelings were messy and he loathed how weak willed he was when it came to matters of the heart. He watched as she reached out for the gift, remaining silent as she took it in her grasp and stared with slightly narrowed eyes as the water inside turned violent. He inwardly groaned because he knew good and well that he shouldn't have come, but it was too late. His little spiel had gone ignored and the way she was looking at him made him feel so small, not because it was intimidating or anything, but because he could see the evident sadness in her eyes and turned away because he didn't want to notice how her eyes became glossy as she spoke. The first question was a given, but the second had gotten him by surprise and turned to look back at her with deep furrowed brows. He scoffed out loud and rolled his eyes to himself. That little snitch. Couldn't handle the heat, huh? Part of him felt satisfied that his words had caused such a detrimental effect to his psyche that Mathias was forced to run to Angela to pacify his insecurities. How pathetic. Santi thought with an inward snicker, not at all feeling sorry about that part, but did feel remorse for blabbing, even a little bit. It's not like he had told Mathias much and was more left up to his imagination of how he wanted to interpret the words. Anything else that was said was just to torture him because Santi honestly didn't believe it to be true- at least not to the extent his described it. "I loathe Mathias, Angela. I was simply dishing what he was giving to me. It's not my fault he can't handle that." Santi wasn't about to beat around the bush either. Honestly he was tired of being so stupid when it came to expressing his truth, which is why he was here in the first place because he just didn't know how to voice things when they needed to be said. And so took the impulsive route, though tried his very best to spare Angela's feelings. "The truth? At the expense of you disliking me- hell, even hating me I'll tell you.That is the least I can do after the complete mess I created. He shook his head to himself, letting out a soft incredulous laugh while mumbling, I can't believe this. Letting out a frustrated sigh he looked at Angela and steeled himself to tell her everything. " I told him he's just a rebound. I told him that when you kiss him you think of me, that whenever you're in his presence that your thoughts go back to me. That he is basically nothing. I was fucking with him because he isn't exactly a poster boy. I don't think what I said is true because I think you do care for him. As much as I hate to admit it I see that you, too, like him. I know you wouldn't use him because you're a good person. I said what I said because I hate him Angela. Truly I do. If that makes me an asshole then so be it...everyone thinks I am these days anyways."

[Angela Marlowe]

What did she want? Angela had no idea. She would like to act as if everything was okay, as if nothing affected her just like she had mastered for the last couple years, but she was doing a terrible job. The rollercoaster of emotions had complicated everything for her, and her emotions wouldn't go back inside, though there were days she'd wake up and felt nothing. Emptiness. She wanted to go back in time, to disappear... whichever was easier to do, because she just couldn't handle this. It certainly wasn't her first heartbreak, but it was the first one of such nature, with the first person to actually say goodbye without really leaving. it was all the insecurities instilled in her, all the questions, the uncertainty. And he was the constant reminder of what could have beenm of fake happiness that had felt so very real, and the shared intimacy was probably the worst part.

 

He seemed surprised she brought the topic up, but that scoff? It was as if they were talking of very different topics here. Santiago didn't seem to understand the gravity of the situation because of how it affected her. "So letting him know we slept together was only a way to dish him, sharing such an intimate part of my life without my consent when you know how private I am about everything?" Angela's voice carried the hurt in it, and she had spoken louder than she normally did, being mindful of not saying it too loud, nor to share so much. "Don't worry about it... I already do." She swallowed hard, feeling a tear rolling down her cheek before she practically rubbed it away. His laughter made her hand ball into a fist, and Angie stared as he spoke up, now mildly understanding what Mathias was on about, though it still didn't make much sense since they had only kissed. She didn't understand why these two would talk about her and use her as an excuse to get back at the other when she hadn't dated Santiago, and she wasn't dating Mathias. This whole acting as if she was a simple object they could fight over was getting old too soon. None of them could bring themselves to say it out loud in her presence, but could be hinting at it or sharing it whatever way they had decided to share it without a care in the world. She expected Santi to be the one to admit it, but had spared it, which meant there was yet another lie. Did she look like she was stupid or something? There was so much disappointment and anger brewing inside of her, than as soon as he fell silent, she lifted her hand and slapped him. "Stop talking about me as if you knew me, and stop using me for your stupid rivalry. You two can punch each other, hex each other, hurt each other as badly as you want for all that I care... Just leave me alone for once. Leave me out of it, and have the balls to truly admit what you brag so much about."

[Santiago Córdoba]

Perhaps Santi deep down wanted Angela to hate him, too. So it would make it easier to despise him and get rid of him for good, you know? He was starting to realize that he wasn't such a great person and hurt those he cared about immensely. It was a miracle that Maggie still liked him as person after telling her everything that happened. She seemed to believe he was good, just a little misguided, but Santi was finding it hard to believe otherwise. He knew it had been wrong to act out like he had and spill anything remotely close to what he had to Mathias, but pride and ego were such a bitch. He couldn't contain himself and just wanted to cause the maximum amount of pain that he could towards the fellow Slytherin but in the process had completely broken Angela's trust. And perhaps Santi didn't understand the gravity of the situation because honestly? He wasn't thinking about Angela in the moment he spewed such venom, which made him so selfish. Had he stopped for one moment to think of her then he would have reconsidered everything and had left Mathias with just a flip of his middle finger. Santi hadn't because that would make him the bigger man and by no means was he - especially not with his current mindset. He was hurt and angry- the anger at himself, but unfortunately affected others drastically as well. As she began he quickly shook his head and took a step forward, "I didn't tell him that!" Well, not explicitly. And the next set of words broke his heart in two. Without hesitation she agreed to hating him and blinked, swallowing hard and took a step back, looking perplexed and dumbfounded by how easily it was for her to tell him that. The blood left his face, leaving him pale and felt sick to his core. For a brief second it looked as if a feather could knock him over but he came to his senses, though the confusion was so clear. He wasn't expecting it and looked stunned. Wow. His hurt turned into a simmering anger, though hadn't bubbled to the surface yet and had every intention of keeping it controlled until he was alone, but it was going to be challenging. Part of him wanted to apologize profusely and tell her that he was wrong and that he wouldn't bother her or her precious new boy toy, but that would be such a lie. He could stop bothering her, sure, but Judas incarnate? Probably never. That being said the apology was at the tip of his tongue when his cheek was met by her open palm and slapped him. The impact caused his face to move to the left and guffawed out in surprise. Well then... He licked his lips and turned to look at her with an angry gaze, blue eyes fierce and practically piercing at her. "You know what? I implied it...you're right. I implied that we slept together. Is that what you wanted to hear?" His nostrils flared, but his voice remained low so even if people passed by they wouldn't hear and took a step closer, his anger bubbling and almost held that manic look from when she had pointed her wand at him during their last argument. "Why don't you just take out your wand and hex me yourself? I know you're dying to do it...you know unfinished business. Shouldn't be hard since you hate me, right? C'mon take it out!" He held up his hands, giving her the go ahead to do it and get all her frustrations out on him.  She didn't though and rolled his eyes as he dropped his arms heavily to the sides. "Missed your chance."

[Angela Marlowe]

Maybe, just like Santi, she really wanted to hate him as well. Maybe she did, or maybe she hated the fact that she didn't, not even after he screwed her up over and over again. She was also not in the best mindset after that intense talk with Mathias, so it was as if she felt everything ten times harder and worse. Angela wanted to to back to when she was a little girl so very badly, because she just couldn't deal with this anymore. No matter what she did, she was in the wrong, and even when she tried to stay away from it all, she was dragged along. What hurt the most is that she kept looking at him like that boy who had put a blanket over her, and the one who had kissed her at the theatre. As far as she was concerned, he wasn't that person anymore, and wondered if he ever was or if everything had been a facade, just like those three words he had said to her that kept on echoing in her head, hurting like hell because if love was anything remotely close to how it was described in the books, then how come he acted as if he had never said it? Another reason to reinforce her belief of him using it as a last resource to make her stay back in Spain. Her words were meant to cause harm, but also to try and convince herself that she did hate him. Angela noticed the change on his face. his ego probably taking a blow a couple seconds before the side of his face did. She just wanted to wipe that cheeky smile off his face, the one he carried around pretty often as of lately and that probably was the only thing she could really say she hated.

 

Her hand stung, as she witnessed how his cheek turned red with her palm imprinted on his skin. Angie had never taken her emotions out this way -- only on herself, probably a couple times, but she just couldn't stand the person standing in front of her, the arrogance, the scoffing, the eye rolling. And that anger in his eyes she was already familiar with. Just like back then, she felt nervous as to what he could do, not that she thought he'd physically harm her, but his words were like weapons, along with the look he gave her. And then, he admitted to it, and she swallowed hard, standing tall. Did it make her feel better? No, but it gave her a stronger reason to push him away. As he took a step closer to her, she took a step back. Just like it had happened, he egged her on once more for her to hex him, but she would never, no matter what he did, no matter she would like to, just like in that very moment. He didn't think she was capable of it, and he was right. "Who are you?" She whispered, shaking her head in disbelief. "You know what? Take this with you. I don't want anything from you, from your fake apologies," Angela reached inside her robes and took the globe out, handing it back to him. "And for the last time, leave me the hell alone."

[Santiago Córdoba]

Santi just didn't know when to let up and now was one of those times. He made it ten times worse with his behavior. Unfortunately, his pride always got the best of him and blinded him from making rational decisions. One of his biggest flaws was always trying to seem like the person that wasn't affected or couldn't care less, but this was completely false. He cared greatly, so much so that it physically hurt him to think that Angela actually hated him. Sadly, he just continued to make it worse because his anger mixed in with high levels of testosterone never did any good. If his interactions with Mathias were any indication of that it showed that Santi's emotional intelligence was barely existent. The thing he failed to see in that moment was that Angela was not Mathias, she was not his enemy. On the contrary, in fact, she was the first person that had inspired feelings he never knew existed- beautiful emotions that made him feel like he was dreaming, but in that same breath she also had the power to bring out the worse in him. Whenever they were together it was intense -whether good or bad it seemed that they'd always fall into this trap. If Angela wanted to succeed in hurting Santi she had and it was spread all across his face. He wondered for a split moment if it brought her satisfaction, but quickly wiped those thoughts away as he focused on the present. 

 

The slap had hurt and although the stinging sensation lingered he had experienced much worse. His alter ego snickered on the inside, thinking that she could have done better than that. Santi clenched his jaw, wanting to so very badly shove those sarcastic thoughts away, but it was so hard when he was this pissed off. His anger spiraled out of control and the rational part of his brain screamed internally to stop the madness, but Santi continued on to be the biggest douchebag in the world by admitting that he had implied their most intimate encounter to Mathias. It was such a shit thing to do, but she wanted the truth, no? And usually when girls went asking questions, it's because they already knew the answer - so why lie? The look of disbelief on her face made him mentally take a step back and inhaled sharply as she practically shoved his gift in his hands. That's when his mind woke up it seemed - at least the logical, level headed one and was riddled with guilt. It was like coming down from a high and was finally able to see beyond his blinders and quickly shook his head and took a couple steps forward. His hardened expression had completely changed to a soft and apologetic one, his eyes sparking in recognition of his error. "No...wait. Angela..wait..." He closed his eyes for a moment to collect his thoughts and opened them again. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just lost it there...I - you hate me?" Santi asked deflated. "It broke my heart all over again. I'm sorry... I swear I am. Ang, I don't know what to do?" He looked at her through orbs of confusion, desperately trying to find an answer in her eyes and hung his head. "Listen. I will leave you alone I swear. I...just...I came here to try to make things better, but I just screwed it up. Your name will never come up in conversation again. I promise, okay? I just felt hurt and it turned into anger. I was wrong for that. I didn't mean to act that way. Please take the gift- it's also supposed to help ground you, at least that's what the clerk said. Please...just I'm sorry. Ang, you know me...you know I'm not like this. I...don't want to be like this, you know? So angry, but I'll work on that. I just don't want to leave things like this and want you to know that I am truly sorry for what was said. It was out of line and disrespectful to share that- even implying it to anyone. It was selfish and foolish."