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Now that the moment was actually before him, Kal quickly realized that he had no idea what to actually say. Demi had taken a spotlight and dragged out his flimsy reasoning in front of them for all to see. She was angry, she was sick of him, and she didn't seem to appreciate his little stunt earlier. The fire in her eyes was something else, something he hadn't thought he would not only be on the receiving end, but he liked it. Why? It wasn't entertaining, but the fact that she was so mad made him feel like he still had her for some reason. Admittedly they never did get into many fights, but there was something about the way she spoke right now that made her positively irresistible.

And he knew that she still loved him, even after he crushed her.

Kal had let her get her questions out, his blue eyes focused on hers. Should he come out and say it? How would she take it? What if it was the straw that broke the camel's back? At least now he could live with getting some sort of attention from Demi, even if it was negative attention. And it wasn't like he hadn't said the whole truth; he was sure his Mother would faint if she found out her son was not just associated with someone who 'wasn't of his status' but completely head over heels, but that wasn't the whole of it, either. He unconsciously bit down on his lower lip, slowly shaking his head. He couldn't say it. He didn't want to say it.

Taking in a breath, his hand went up to cover his mouth, and Kal realized he was shaking. Crap, he needed to get a hold of himself. Taking a step back away from Demi, he tried to calm himself down. Kal looked back at her, lowering his hand slowly. "The way you see right through me is one of the things I love most about you," His voice was quieter, calmer than usual, completely betraying his actions. "You've managed to keep yourself together, and even now I'm certain if you get the chance, you'd hex me and walk away without so much as batting an eye. There's so much I love about you from the way you speak to the way you move, I...there's not a chance in hell anyone could ever compete with you in my heart." He admitted, taking in a breath. "I'm so in love with you that it hurts to know that my life has decided that I'm not allowed to get any semblance of happiness. That the one thing I wanted more than anything in the world is just out of my reach...and if I tell you why I'm terrified of the possibility that you won't be in my life anymore."

For just a moment, silence followed, Kal's eyes searching Demi's. For the first time, he sincerely hoped Caleb's prediction came true. His left hand reached into his pocket and he opened his palm to show her. "But you're right. Time to cut the bullshit," A thin, silver ring rested there, seemingly harmless. "Once I graduate, I'll be getting married." He told Demi, staring right at her.








Kalder certainly had a new spring in his step for the rest of the day, an uncontrollable smile plastered on his face. The rest of the day was an uneventful blur, until the end of the day, that is. Still, he had hours to kill until meeting with Demi. He wasn't sure whether to take the time to get the team to meet up, or perhaps to knock out all his homework. In actuality, he realized he needed to do something with his time, as standing around thinking about Demi was only going to make him more and more anxious. He was a mess, his head plotting out every possibility, fantasies gripping at his sense of reality and a looming feeling of dread clouding over him. If only time could pass faster, he wouldn't have to worry, but that was simply not the case.

Still, as he was leaving the Dining Room, he saw Amelie chat with a familiar looking girl. She was a fifth year, a Hufflepuff, and as she noticed him, he swore he knew who she was. Her face froze, and as Amelie spotted him, the younger girl gave the other an apologetic look, immediately running away. Raising an eyebrow, now Kalder needed to investigate. As he got closer, the meek girl gave him a small wave, and he realized it was his younger cousin, Lynn.

"I wasn't sure if you would have greeted me back," She admitted quietly, hugging her books to her chest as he approached her.

The admission hurt Kalder more than she realized. Not that he blamed her, considering her situation. No wonder Amelie ran away when she did. "We're still family, regardless of what Dame Margaret says," He insisted. "I mean it, Lynn. If you need anything at all...you know Amelie and I would do whatever to support you."

Lynn nodded, though it was out of understanding, not in agreement. "You're kind, Kal, but...that's not the way our family works. If they find out you gave me so much as a sickle, you're going to pay the consequences ten-fold," She reminded him with a small shrug. "But...I've actually been okay. Spending the summer alone gave me a lot of time to think...a lot of time to sort out my priorities. And I can't rely on anyone anymore, you know?"

It really broke his heart to hear Lynn speak like that. A fifteen year old girl should have been focused on school, not planning out her life. Kal examined her face, noticing how sullen her once youthful cheeks were. He wondered if she was eating right. Was Hogwarts the only place that she got her meals from? He wished he could ask her where she was staying. Who was looking after her? Did her parents even care? He knew the answer to that last question, and it made him angry when he thought of the answer. "This entire family is fucked up." He muttered bitterly.

"It is. Which is why I'm glad I'm not part of it anymore," Lynn admitted, giving Kalder a smile. "I envy you. At least you're sticking around to try to change things."

Is that what it looked like? Because according to everyone else, including himself, it was more like he was too afraid to deviate. "All I've done is throw away the things I cared about," He told her softly. "There's nothing here to envy, I promise you. And even if Father becomes Head...there's no promise everything I've worked for will be worth everything I've lost."

To his surprise, Lynn giggled. "How moody of you," She bit her lower lip to stop herself. "We all make mistakes, Kal. Sometimes we just need to accept that, apologize, and move on, you know?"

If only. Kalder admired her optimism, and as they were about to bid each other farewell, Lynn tripped over his foot, her books spilling across the floor. "Crap--are you alright?" He immediately knelt down, helping her to her feet.

"Well, well, well! If it isn't Sigourney himself!" Beatrice announced as she turned the corner, giving him an overacted bow. She flipped her hair up as she stood, placing her hands on her hips and clearly enjoying Kalder's annoyance. "Preying on innocent Hufflepuffs, now, are we? Honestly, do you have any sense of morality in that selfish, cowardly heart of yours?" She asked as Lynn scooped her books up.

Of course Beatrice would pop up now. "Bugger off, Beatrice, I'm not in the mood," He replied, handing Lynn her last book.

"It was my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going," Lynn tried to clarify, though the many footsteps revealed that a crowd was slowly forming as Noel and Benjamin would appear. "It's nothing, I promise."

"Balthazar," Noel greeted the Gryffindor.

"Of course your cronies would show up," Beatrice rolled her eyes, though Kal noticed her wand at her side. "Can you ever stand on your own two feet, or do you prefer hiding behind others?"

"Cronies? We stand together," Benjamin insisted, crossing his arms.

"As far as we're concerned, you're the one causing trouble," Noel stated.

Honestly, this was only going to escalate, and for the sake of his sanity, he needed to put an end to it. Now. "That's enough," Kal's voice was certainly louder and more commanding than usual as he strode over to Beatrice. "The poor girl tripped, I was helping her. If you want to assume I'm always the villain, then fine, but at the very least listen to the person you're trying to help instead of jumping to conclusions all the time."

Beatrice held her ground, lifting her head to look at him straight in the eye. "Nice to see you stand up for something," Her retort was rather sarcastic, though bitter.

"Things change, Beatrice. For better, or for worse," He seemed to match her bitterness, and for a moment the two could only glare at one another. Finally, after a moment, the young woman conceded, letting out a sigh. He looked at Lynn, who seemed too afraid to move, but after he nodded, she scampered away. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable, and lo and behold, his natural curse made sure to drag her into his mess as well. He looked at Beatrice once more, who seemed to want to say something but decided against it, simply turning on her heel and walking away as well.

Benjamin shook his head. "What were you doing with that fifth year?" He asked.

"Do I need to have an explanation for everything now?" Kalder replied, annoyed as they would walk back to the dormitory room.

Noel scoffed. "I was hoping for one regarding Graves. What the hell was that in Potions?" He asked him.

"Graves? Demetria Graves? The Gryffindor Quidditch Captain?" Benjamin asked, confused, though he grinned. "I saw her walking to the fields, curves in all the right places after summer, eh? I mean, I thought she was cute before,
but she got real pretty, you know?
"

Kalder honestly wasn't sure if he could handle both Noel and Benjamin lusting after Demi. "Kal and her are partners in Potions, I express interest and suddenly he's all over her," Noel scowled, frowning. "I thought maybe he was talking to her for me, but the way he leaned over to her, I swore they were going to start snogging one another in the next minute."

Oh no.

Benjamin snorted, raising his eyebrows. "So much for keeping up those perfect grades for the N.E.W.T.s, but if it's for a pretty face like hers, I can't entirely blame you."

"You're ignoring the issue," Noel rolled his eyes.

"True. Kal, as we all know, we are all bros. And bros don't steal other bros' targets. I mean, if Noel gets rejected on the other hand, that's a different story," Benjamin grinned as Noel punched his shoulder.

What could he say to cover himself? Kalder ran his tongue over his teeth, though as Noel stared at him, expecting an answer, Kal grinned. "So much for that blood pride," He shrugged, casually running his hand through his hair. "After all that crap about Sophen, you change your tune pretty quickly when it's a girl, hmm?"

To his surprise, Noel laughed. "I'm looking for a good romp, not a girl to take home to my mother," He snickered, clapping Kalder's shoulder as he walked past him. "She seems so sweet and innocent...makes me want to corrupt her. But if you know she's interested, let me know, I'd be glad to show her everything I know and more."

Once again, Kalder had to restrain himself, though he was certain he was going to fail, so instead he turned towards the bathrooms, ignoring Benjamin calling out after him. Noel could hide it all he wanted, but he was definitely interested in Demi. And that wasn't sitting right with him no matter what. He practically ripped off his robes, ignoring the confused looks he was getting as he jumped into the showers. Scrubbing himself, he realized that he couldn't quite shake off his anger. There was no way in hell he was having either one of them have his Demi. The fact that they would even try bothered him, even though they likely had no idea that they had been together. Still, Noel surprised him. He never so much as looked in the same direction as Muggleborns, and despite his claim that his desire for Demi was entirely physical, Kalder knew him better than that.

What I need to do is take back what's mine, Kal though to himself, stomping out of the bathroom and to the bedroom. He ignored Coco's yelp of surprise as Kal threw his towel behind him, pulling on his clothes. Walking past everyone, he didn't bother giving explanations even as Blake called out to him. He walked past everyone, his confidence making people think twice before approaching him, although the closer he got to the tower, the more that confidence slipped. He certainly wanted her back, but there was no guarantee she felt the same. He was still half-convinced she was going to stab him, but for once, he wasn't going to run.

Placing his hand on the door, he inhaled and exhaled slowly as he pushed the door open. There Demi was, waiting as she was sitting at the window. Closing the door behind him, he walked forward, stopping a few paces before her. Now what?

"Good evening," He greeted her.





It wasn't like Kalder hadn't seen this angrier side of Demi, rather, it was one of the few times it was aimed at him. Keeping his head faced towards the board, only his eyes would take a look at her. She had leaned in close, much too close, the combination of her perfume and soap nearly giving him a dizziness he hadn't felt in quite some time. For a moment, it was as if time itself had stopped for him, those scathing blue eyes of hers seeing right through him. How he wished he could close the distance between the two, except reality would once again remind him that such things were a passing fancy. He had to summon every ounce of willpower to prevent himself from bursting out laughing, remaining surprisingly calm as Professor Blackthorn would scold Demi. Much to his displeasure, Demi would return to her usual seating position, and he raised a hand to cover his mouth to prevent anyone from seeing his smile. The oldest trick in the book, Demi was lacking in creativity. That and she knew Potions was his best subject! It should have been insulting, but he found it charming in a way.

As Kal lowered his hand, he felt Demi's paper, quietly taking it without notice. Reading it, his eyes widened somewhat in shock. She really wanted to meet him? Was he dreaming? No, wait, she was probably going to get her brother to come kick his ass. Still, if it meant getting the chance to see her, he would take it. Nodding to himself, he folded the note, placing it in his pocket and clearing his throat. Her scent was driving him mad, and he wasn't sure if it was her or the nearby Love Potion making things more difficult then they needed to be. It certainly gave him a pleasant fantasy, the image of Demi waiting patiently for him, clad in something risque and being able to take her in his arms. The next thing he should have done was confirm, but a note wasn't going to do it for him, and especially not after that image decided to make its way into his head.

Maybe he was getting overconfident, but he was going to do it anyway. Taking in a breath, he quietly moved closer to her seat, shifting himself in such a way that he was closer without it being too noticeable. He licked his lips out of habit, and once Professor Blackthorn turned his back once more, he turned towards her, eyes drunk with a passion he had missed. He leaned in far enough that it could've been mistaken for a kiss, his lips a little too close to her ear as he would whisper his response: "I'll be there."

Pulling back, he placed his hand on his head, deciding to focus on killing the many, many, many thoughts currently scrambling his brain. Letting out a breath, he placed his hand down, and slyly looked behind him. Noel had his chin in his hand, a raised eyebrow at Kal. Kal ended up having to bite down on his inner cheek to prevent himself from smiling, instead simply turning back to the front of the class.





Feeling Demi returning the paper to him, Kalder hesitated for a moment. God, Beatrice was spot on in her observation, never had he been so terrified of a piece of paper. Even anticipating his O.W.L. results had been less stressful. Slowly taking in a breath to calm himself down, Kal unfolded the paper, his eyes scanning through the words as if hoping the slower he read them the more in favor they would be. They were harsh, as to be expected, his hand unconsciously scratching his neck in discomfort as he finished reading. Still, he found himself nodding, his eyes low, but he found himself elated. She didn't say yes. She didn't.

Her first sentence seemed to be the one that stuck out the most. Of course he cared. Because I'd do whatever it takes to see that smile again. But admitting that would open up an entirely different yet relevant situation that he just wasn't sure he could handle telling her the truth. He still couldn't handle it himself, how the hell was he supposed to go about explaining everything? And even then, there was no guarantee she would believe him, she could very well tell him to kindly toss himself off the Astronomy Tower and walk away forever.

And that was a possibility Kalder couldn't handle. He didn't even want to think about it, at least if Demi continued to hate him, it meant that he was still relevant even if it wasn't in a positive way. But if she stopped caring, then what?

Kalder needed to respond. He needed to tell her something, anything that showed he still cared. As Caleb said, he needed to be honest. So at the risk of ruining everything, he put his quill to the paper, slowly putting together the words.





Ignoring the pit in his stomach, he passed the note back discreetly.








So that's how it was going to be, was it?

Slowly lifting his head, Kalder forced himself to pay attention, albeit annoyed. It was stupid to think Demi wouldn't take this sitting down (figuratively), but he may have hoped things would just get quiet. She'd ignore his existence and he would just sulk through the rest of the year. It sure sounded like the plan he had in his head, but now that the reality was in front of him, bitterness and regret were the forerunners. In all honesty, however, he found it just a little unfair that Beatrice would butt in. Unlike Caleb who went about his merry way, Beatrice was much more confrontational and open about her anger.

Letting out a sigh, he looked at Demi from the corner of his eye, trying not to attract the Professor's attention. If you're honest with yourself, you'll have a much better time with things, Caleb's words seemed to echo in his head, leading Kalder to get further annoyed. At this rate, he wouldn't make it to the end of the day.

Dipping his quill into his inkwell, he leaned forward a bit as he would write. If he wasn't able to express it verbally, he'd resort to his old tactics. A part of him thought it was a bad idea, but mending the fence was something he would have to deal with sooner rather than later. Even if she outright rejected it, at the very least he could say he tried. And if she outright rejected it then he would just stay gloomy for the rest of his life, lamenting his stupidity and possibly throw himself off a cliff or something. A tad dramatic, but today had only just begun and quite frankly, it sucked.

And yet, as he wrote, he figured maybe it was best to play peacekeeper:



Folding the paper neatly, he would carefully slide it over to her. As he did, a tiny, folded bird made its way to him, unfolding itself. Raising an eyebrow, he stole a glance at it, though admittedly found it surprising.




After glancing up to see Blackthorn with her back turned, Kal looked behind him at Noel a few tables away. Noel shrugged at him, imploring him to answer the question. Shaking his head, he scribbled down his response:



And quietly sent it back. He could hear Noel's chuckle, and his answer came a lot faster then expected:



That definitely got an unwarranted reaction, as Kal would immediately crumple up the paper, not caring whether it was noticed or not. What the hell was Noel thinking, going after what was his? In that moment, however, he seemed to remember two facts. One, no one had known about them. Two, Demi was no longer his. Screw that thought, though, if he couldn't have her, he sure as fuck wasn't going to let Noel of all people have his way with her. Just the thought of Noel putting his hands anywhere near Demi was enough to make his blood boil.

Taking a breath, he wrote down his own response and sent it back.



To his surprise, Noel was quick with his own message:



Shit. The idiot was serious, wasn't he?








The loud scream that was heard threw Kalder for a loop, the young man letting out a yell as he sat up, alarmed. It wasn't until the sight of a soaked Benjamin and a laughing pair that consisted of Noel and Coco that he had realized what was happening. Running his hands over his face, he realized he had been sweating profusely. Ignoring the trio as Benjamin decided to hex Coco in retaliation, the lights of his spells illuminated the room enough so Kal could grab his belongings and trudge his way to the bathrooms. The rest of the morning was an unimportant blur, although once he had his uniform on, he looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was cooperative, but his expression was one of misery.

Dropping his view, he opted to stay behind once the boys headed down for breakfast. He needed to find his schedule, but he couldn't remember where the hell he put it. Clucking his tongue, he dropped down to the floor, arm rummaging underneath the bed, though the crisp feel of paper meant success. Pulling his schedule out, he scanned it briefly. Potions first thing in the morning? It was actually his favorite class, but admittedly having to do so much work right at the start of the day was daunting. Still, his Outstanding O.W.L. in Potions proved he had what it took, and he sure as hell intended to get his N.E.W.T. as well. The rest of the day wasn't as bad; Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, then break time, Astronomy, Charms, and...Divination? What? That had to be a mistake. He then grimaced as he saw Divination would be with Ravenclaw. Of course he would have to encounter Caleb on a daily basis, why wouldn't it be that way? Although, that also brought to attention that three of the classes were with Gryffindor. Would he see her there? As much as he didn't want to admit it, the thought of seeing Demi made him happy, even if she would do nothing but look at him in disgust.

Walking over to his luggage, he spotted his wand neatly placed on top of everything. Hazel, nine and three quarters with a core of unicorn hair. Reliable, flexible, and above all else, loyal. He hadn't touched it all summer, having abandoned it as well. Gingerly picking it up, he stared at it for a moment until he would pocket it, closing his trunk. Taking a glance at the clock, he realized it was time to do. Ascending the steps to the halls, he stopped for a moment as he noticed Deva looking around. Rather, she was looking for him. Again. It was as if she knew he wasn't with Demi anymore, she was certainly forward enough last year, but now she was getting much more aggressive.

He turned around to see Noel lightly jogging to catch up to him, gesturing to Deva. "Like a leech, that one," He crossed his arms. "Must be tough being so popular."

"You can have her," Kal offered as the pair walked out together, quietly making their way out unseen. "What did you sign up for this year?"

"The path to becoming an Auror is a difficult one, my friend," Noel said, shaking his head. "Need at least five N.E.W.T.s, and I'm only guaranteed three at this point. If you could help me with Potions, maybe I can get Benjamin to stop staring at himself long enough to help me with Charms."

"Benjamin only got 'Exceed Expectations', didn't he?"

"He did, but that's all I need," Noel explained. "And you? Made up your mind on your career yet?"

Kalder wanted to teach at Hogwarts. But what he wanted and what his family wanted were too different. "Might help out with the Apothecary, it's the source of income Mother brings," He admitted.

"Oh yeah, I remember you healing up Coco after he crashed into the goal trying to avoid a bludger," Noel remembered fondly. "Could always go to St. Mungo's as a healer."

The pair continued to exchange ideas as they walked into Potions class. The conversation would only come to a halt once Professor Blackthorn would ask for their attention. Stifling a yawn, Kalder found himself looking around the classroom, though he would only snap back to attention as he would hear something about him and Table 7. Damn, class had only started and he hadn't caught anything the professor said. He wasn't going to get his N.E.W.T. this way! Noel raised his eyebrow at him as Kal would gather his things, which Kalder found weird, but as he made his way to the table, he froze. Demi was sitting there, perfectly content to ignore him. What? Did he miss something? As the other pairs would trade seats, he put the pieces together. It looked like the professor was mixing the partners up.

Should he celebrate? Curse his fate? Hide? If he ran out of the room right now, would that bring too much attention to him? Slowly taking his seat, Kalder was absolutely rigid. His mind was an entire mess, betraying the rather calm expression on his face. It was just a seating arrangement. Just an arrangement. Just an arrangement. Except his hands were shaking and he fuddled with his books as he set himself up. No, it wasn't just an arrangement. This was a sign, wasn't it?

As he tried to summon the courage to look at Demi, his eyes ended up on the blonde haired girl that sat in front of them. As if on cue, the girl turned around, giving him a rather cold look. His face paled immediately, though he didn't have the guts to say anything. Unfortunately for him, the girl--a Gryffindor--definitely did. "Coward," She hissed at him loud enough so likely Demi would hear.

"Nice to see you, too, Beatrice," He muttered back, running a hand through his hair. His favorite class was very quickly dropping to least favorite at this rate. He was certain the fates were just toying with him at this point.

It looked like she wasn't finished, either. "If you give my fellow Gryffindor even the slightest hint of trouble, I promise you I'll take--you--down," She threatened, turning back to face the front of the class.

Kalder slowly put his quill down, opting instead to place his head on the desk. Ah, this was going to be a great year.








Caleb stared at Kalder for a good while, a small frown on his face. He lingered, as if hoping Kalder had something else to say. Honestly, if it were up to him, he would rather say nothing and go about his life. But Caleb had this annoying thing where he liked to pop out of nowhere and instantly know what was wrong, why things were wrong, and a solution. Supposedly, his family had a lineage of prominent Seers, though admittedly Kalder never paid any attention in History so even if he heard the names, he wouldn't recognize them. Still, Caleb excelled in Divination, his intuition positively uncanny and irritating.

For once, Kalder was pleasantly surprised as Caleb simply smiled, although Kalder nearly jumped out of his skin when Coco slapped his shoulder out of nowhere. Coco grinned, though he squinted at Caleb. "Who's this?" He asked Kalder as the rest of the group caught up to them.

Caleb grinned at Kalder's scowl. "No one of particular importance, as Nathan can assure you," The Ravenclaw replied to Coco's question in earnest.

Kalder frowned at Caleb, though before he could protest, Caleb would take his leave. Noel watched him for a moment with a curious look for all of a minute before noticing Blake also watching Caleb. "Looks like Sophen grew a few inches during the summer," He said, raising an eyebrow at her.

She seemed to agree, although she would shake her head. "It's a shame, too," She sighed.

Coco scrunched his face in concentration, wracking his brain. "Sophen...Caleb Sophen?" He asked, suddenly understanding. "Who is he?"

"Bloody brilliant Ravenclaw that Sophen is, copied his notes last year when we had Charms together," Benjamin admitted with a slight shrug.

"He's also Muggleborn," Noel seemed to take a delight in reminding them. "You can have all the looks and brain you want, but we all know lineage is of the utmost importance. Now, if he were Pureblood, then I'd be more interested, but he won't be worth a damn in the real world."

And there it was again. Lineage. Blood lines. Muggleborn. Pureblood. That sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as those words seemed to have shattered his world. Funny how he never seemed to care before, how he had heard the words but they hadn't meant a thing to him. He honestly didn't care as he had believed it was the future that would define you, not your past. Now, he was a damn hypocrite, throwing everything he had been behind away, going along with whatever anyone else told him. It had been easy to just quietly nod and pretend he agreed. It was easy to go about unnoticed when you didn't fight the current.

He could've been fine with it, too, if it hadn't cost him the friendships from before or the one relationship he had cared so much about.

But Kalder was a coward, and the people who had believed in him suffered for it. Perhaps he thought this was his punishment, and as he let his body lead him to the Slytherin common room, he truly did believe he should stay miserable. As they walked, he spotted a familiar face not too far from him, and a groan of annoyance escaped him. His past insisted on coming up time after time, didn't it?

Benjamin let out a whistle, clearly pleased with the too lovely sight before them, a tall, long-legged girl who had reached the peak of adulthood, her youthful beauty currently unparalleled in the hallway. Her dark hair served as a frame, brown eyes sharp and on the hunt, lips so red you'd think she's just finished eating a still beating heart. Actually, most people would make the comparison to a rose or some other red flower, but that would imply that this girl was good or kind.

She flashed a smile as the group approached. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Deva "The Diva" Erebus!" He said cheerfully.

Watching as Benjamin fed into Deva's ego, Kalder smirked, knowing exactly how to bring her back to the mortal plane. He raised his head, feigning a thoughtful look. "You mean Chordeva, right?" He asked, taking delight as Deva's gleeful look immediately turned into a rather scathing glare. To others, it seemed harsh, but Deva was wicked, cruel, and way too full of herself. "Are you getting angry at me because I said your real name?"

Deva tossed her hair over her shoulders as she walked up to him, lightly adjusting the collar of his shirt. "I can't stay mad at you, though you know how much I hate my name," She said, pouting.

One sentence and already Kal had the urge to vomit. He could hear Noel snicker behind him, but rather than put up with it for any longer, Kalder nodded, turned around, and walked straight out. The laughter of the group echoed, though a pair of feet running after him caused him to groan again. Nope, he refused to give Deva the time of day no matter what his mood was. He continued to walk, praying he would be able to lose her soon.












As the rest of his group erupted into an argument, Kalder felt himself sink further into his depression. He found himself tearing away from his gaze, only for Blake to wrap her arm around him. Without context, he was left bewildered, though for once he felt himself in Coco's place, unable to keep up with whatever the hell they were arguing about. As he tried to look back, the headmistress wanted their cooperation, and he seemed to lose Demi in the crowd. Great. No, he should just leave her alone. What was he thinking? She would never forgive him. She probably hated him. If he actually had the balls, maybe if he just had the courage to protest, he could have--

"Can I sit with you?"

The group ceased their argument as a small, blonde haired girl with watery eyes had timidly approached them. Kalder immediately perked up, his expression immediately turning to concern. "Amelie, what are you doing here?" He asked as he pushed Benjamin (much to the boy's vocal displeasure) to make room for his younger sister.

Letting out a sigh, Amelie placed her head on the table, letting out a small wail. "Marcus said that I have a weird face," She mumbled.

"Awww, Lie-Lie's first boy hazing!" Benjamin snorted, though he yelped as he felt Noel stomp on his foot.

Already sensing Kalder's vengeful aura, Blake looked to diffuse the situation. "Sweetheart, you are beautiful. You don't have to worry about what Marcus Flinchman of all people has to say," She assured her gently.

Amelia lifted her head up, letting out a hiccup. "I don't care what Marcus thinks!" She corrected them immediately, her adorable face scrunched up in anger. "I let him know that already!"

"You...did?" Noel asked, confused.

"Mother says I shouldn't let anyone say things to me that I don't like! So I punched him in his stupid big nosed face!" She huffed, her declaration immediately causing a roar of laughter from Benjamin. "But now Margie won't talk to me because she likes him and I embarrassed him, she's such a bad friend!"

Kalder let out a sigh of relief, lightly patting her head. Ah, the trials and tribulations of the Sigourney women. Truly, they were infamous throughout the school, so much that when little Amelie became a first year, the poor thing ended up with no friends due to the reputation her elder sisters had earned. As he stroked her hair, he caught a whiff of a familiar scent, and let out a groan. Speak of the devil. He relaxed his hand as he felt one of his sisters emit a high, shrill squeal, hugging him from behind. She then pressed her cheek to his, a wetness that signified tears now on his face. Why were all his sisters crying?

Noel smirked, head on his hand as he eyed the Sigourney twins. "A little early to be getting emotional, isn't it, Rosalyn?" He asked as the girl sobbed all over her brother.

"I c-c-c-can't b-b-believe this is g-g-g-g-going to b-be our l-last year t-t-t-together!" Marilyn sobbed dramatically, hugging Kalder tighter as she nearly choked him.

Rolling her eyes, Rosalyn placed her hand on her hip, raising an eyebrow at her twin. "Can you not?" She asked, shaking her head.

"Oh, I forgot about that," Amelie admitted as she wiped her tears away.

Marilyn gasped, releasing Kalder and ignoring his many gasps for air. "So you're not going to miss me one bit? How could you say that to your favorite sister?" She asked, genuinely offended.

"Because you're causing a scene, Drama Queen," Rosalyn said, though her eyes landed on another seventh year not too far from where they were sitting.

She stopped crying long enough to scoff as Noel took a sip from his drink. "Better Drama Queen then Pillow Queen," Marilyn cheerfully replied, causing Noel to choke.

Kalder was so used to Rosalyn and Marilyn that he ignored them as he tried to look around without drawing too much attention, though his sisters' bickering probably brought upon them some unwanted attention. Letting out a sigh, he carefully exited his seat, scratching his head as he silently walked away from the scene. No use sticking around for another catfight, though he knew his friends would probably stick around to see the carnage. As he walked, he spotted Demi in the distance, a glimmer of hope, though as he watched her walk, he couldn't bring himself to follow. He stopped in his tracks, only watching, though as a certain darked haired Ravenclaw stepped into his line of sight, his wistfulness quickly turned into a rather sour expression.

A long, long time ago, the two of them, along with a third, were close once. Over time that changed, but apparently, the Ravenclaw would pop up from time to time, despite Kalder's best attempts at avoiding him. "I don't think a Slytherin would be accepted into the Gryffindor Tower so easily," The dark haired boy stated rather cheerfully, somehow hitting the nail on the head.

Ah, Kalder had forgotten the rather annoying wisdom this kid had. Kalder hadn't told a soul about him and Demi--he could never bring himself to have her go through any backlash because of him. "Caleb," He acknowledged him.

"You remember my name!" Caleb feigned amazement, grinning. "I owe Beatrice a Galleon, then. Oh, you remember Bea, don't you?"

Beatrice. "What do you want?" Kalder asked, completely ignoring his statement.

"Against my better judgement, I read your fortune," Caleb said, winking. "It says if you're honest with yourself, you'll have a much better time with things. Wonder what that means...?"

Yeah, Kalder fucking hated Caleb and his way-too-accurate fortunes. "I'll keep that in mind." He said bitterly.








"Can you not--"

"Wait for me!"

"OW! You're stepping on me!"

"Will you move out of the way?!"

Taking in a deep breath, Kalder raised his head to his hands, rubbing his temples as he watched the trio of those he called friends trip over one another. Actually, what happened is that Coco tripped and brought the entirety of the hallway down with him. Funny, he didn't see Coco smoke anything on the ride over, though admittedly his mind was in another place. He watched the guys untangle themselves, with Noel shoving Coco in annoyance. Blake was less than pleased, though a pair of random boys had graciously offered her their hands, to which she gladly took to pull herself back to her feet. Once everyone was standing, they continued their walk, taking their seats at the appropriate table as the mess of students organized themselves. Pressing his knuckles against his chin, he ignored the ongoing conversation, though every once in a while, he felt something pressing his shoulder. He ignored it for a bit, though eventually his annoyance snapped him out of his reverie. Letting out a sigh, he turned to a frowning Benjamin.

Benjamin, the gym-addict who has known to get trapped admiring his own muscles, apparently had wanted his attention. "Reckon I'll get a spot on the team this year?" He asked with a toothy grin, a much-too hopeful expression on his face.

Coco, the eternally confused yet amicable stoner who had to normally concentrate to understand the conversation at hand, pouted. "Hey, if you want to be on the team, you need to put in some real commitment and not go skirt-chasing," He pointed out.

Noel, the smartass, dumbass daredevil that always had a plan, was in agreement. "If you're going to be my other Beater, you need to differentiate between green and the other colors," He said.

Blake, the girl who never studied yet excelled in her grades, leet out a chuckle. "My primary concern is him staying in flight," She couldn't help but poke fun at him.

Kalder was as unsure as the rest, but he knew Benjamin had dedication in him--if he could only focus. Still, Kalder mulled over his words, trying to place them carefully as his gaze went back to the crowd. At first he was unfocused, but in that moment, something in his head had clicked. There was someone looking at him, possibly by chance. It wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last, but those eyes looked so familiar. How could he forget those eyes that once looked at him so lovingly? Her face, her hair, her eyes--his heart skipped a beat as he realized they had made eye contact. She was looking right at him. And he looked right back.

"Demi..." Her name had escaped him unwillingly.

"The what now?" Benjamin shook Kalder's shoulder, trying to bring him out of his trance.

"Demented. I believe that's what I heard," Blake nodded solemnly.

"That's bloody rude!"
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