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Maybe I'm wrong, but it seems to me Everybody is disappearing I'm just trippin' right? I'm just trippin' right?

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"Oh, thank Merlin."

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James' head whipped back, his eyes closed as he fought to flush out the pain. Keep going. He had to keep going before Aidrik had another chance to dish out one more blow. "That's not what happened to Atalia." James hissed, stumbling forward to latch onto his shoulder. With a single, fluid motion, he sent his fist hurtling forward until it met the other boy's gut with a satisfying umpf!  "Think after what happened in the library, I'm going to believe whatever bullshite you spew?" He shook his head from side to side and scoffed, ending this thought with a final shove.

What the bloody hell do you want?

Aid’s head snapped back, and he stumbled away from James. His balance was thrown, but he managed to stay upright and retaliate in a matter of seconds, driving his meaty fist straight back into the other boy’s face. Any chance of settling this peacefully had walked straight out the doors of the Great Hall when Potter had thrown the first punch, and Aid was gearing up for a fight. "I didn’t hit her." He let out a sarcastic bark of laughter. "Who would have thought the legendary James Potter would be so vanilla? You’ve never had rough sex before?" Aid taunted him, taking every possible opportunity to land another verbal blow before Potter regained his wits and threw another punch. "Because I can tell you right now, Alice has. And she loved it. Actually, her right hook was pretty fantastic. Just like her body. And her-" He broke off suddenly.

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As the seconds ticked by it seemed all Aidrik had for him was wrong answers. "Excuse me?" James seethed at the thought that the Slytherin thought he could get away with something like this. Like Alice would actually want evidence of his brutality stamped on her skin. "You think she wanted to get hit? Just like you wanted that black eye? Hey, here's an idea! Why don't I give you one to match, you prat!" Not wanting to give the bastard another second unpunished, James wound back his arm and used every bit of his strength to pound his fist against the boy's face.

What the bloody hell do you want?

"What the fuck are you talking about Potter?" Now Aid was truly confused. He’d heard rumours about there being something between the elder Potter and his mate, but Alice had been all too pleased to proposition him the previous night. He’d touched her, sure, but not much else had happened. Not more than a dozen works had been exchanged between the two between Alice’s greeting and when she had walked out looking wholly satisfied, though Aid had a feeling that satisfaction had absolutely nothing to do with him. As a matter of fact, Aid had come off worse from that encounter, with the black eye he was sporting thanks to Alice’s flailing fist. "It was her idea!"

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Is this table taken...?

*Atalia smiled as she watched the boy struggle to keep his anger in check. It was that same frustrated look that she had seen on so many other faces both within and outside her house. It wasn’t necessarily something to be proud of, but it damn sure made her happy.* Oh, it won’t matter. Everyone has accidents every once in a while, ya know? *Flashing him her most charming smile, Atalia glanced over the sloppy table and shook her head* You know what? I don’t think I want to sit here anymore, so you’re more than welcome to stay if you like. *Atalia shot him a sly wink and tightened her books to her chest before turning on her heels and sauntering out of the hall*

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James wasn't satisfied with being shoved. He'd only gotten his hands around the prick's collar and there was much worse he had in store. Like another black eye to match the one he's got, make a matching set. "First Atalia and now Alice?" He stretched his hands out and gave Aidrik a shove, stepping forward as he did so he could snatch hold of his robes once again. "You had no right to touch her like that!"

What the bloody hell do you want?

Aid shoved back automatically, trying his best to get James off him without having to punch him in the face. "Who the fuck do I think I am? Who the fuck do you think you are?!" Aid racked his brains, trying to think of what he could have done to bring this on. Alice, maybe? But no, he’d parted ways with the Ravenclaw the night before and all had been fine, except her bruised back and his black eye. 

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There was only one way to deal with a Slytherin. In his time, James had learned that words were pointless; fucking pricks never did want to listen. It was all about the action. The second Aidrik spoke, he had his hands around the snake's collar and tugged tightly, not asking but ordering him to stand. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

What the bloody hell do you want?

Aid had been sitting alone in the Great hall, minding his own business, when a shadow fell over his copy of The Daily Prophet, forcing him to look up.

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Higgs and Nott had a huge blowout. Things were thrown. Word is she ended up in the hospital wing.

"For fuck's sake!" James shook his head from side to side and pushed himself away from his desk. This last minute homework could wait. He had a snake to kill.

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Did you hear about what happened in the library last night? Hopefully he didn't take it out on Alice too.

"Sorry, what happened in the library last night? Think I'm a bit behind on the need-to-know of Hogwarts."

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So you and Alice, huh? You two certainly didn't leave things well. Bet she's off shagging Higgs right now.

Well, if it isn't Captain Obvious. You fucking think? I wouldn't be surprised if she came back with a black eye. Just getting ready for my "I told you so."

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Eyes shut, he put all his concentration on releasing his frustration through the clenching of his jaw and the tightening of his fists. He didn't need to listen to the snickering first a few seats down. "Actually that was Elliot's. Probably did him a favor; bloke's been putting on one too many pounds." With a sigh, James stood, hands swiping at the splatters on his robes. "How very prefect-ly of you. Think the Headmaster will approve of your docked points after he hears 'bout this?"

Is this table taken...?

*Although she was quite satisfied with the damage she had done, she was ultimately disappointed by his reaction. Instead of jumping up or getting worked up as most people would’ve done, he simply sat there, as if it hadn’t bothered him at all.* Oh were you now? I don’t suppose you were eating this too? *Atalia leaned over the table and flipped the silver tray before him, slipped his lunch onto his robes, and lap*  There. That’s better.

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"Whatever you say, Longbottom." James shook his head from side to side before turning on his heel. The onlookers quickly snapped their heads, trying to erase any evidence that they'd intruded as he marched past. But he didn't care. Hands balled in a fist and jaw clenched, the only thing James cared about in that moment was standing just a few meters back unwilling to listen. Stubborn like his mate, James kept on walking.

What the bloody hell are those first years doing?

The words were as visceral as a slap across the face. It hurt more than Alice cared to admit, and she knew it was written all over her face, that lethal mix of devastation and anger and distress for all the onlookers to see. For James to see. She loathed it. She knew exactly what it meant. Once again, the bloody idiot had gotten under her skin, and she was going to have to do something cleanse herself. No one bossed her around. It was a matter of pride, and hers was stiff and unyielding. Within moments, the intangible mask she so rarely wore around her best friend had snapped into place, hiding any strong emotion and leaving just a trace of disdain in the budding sneer tugged at her lips. "Fine. I will. But if you want reviews of a right hook, you can ask him about mine if he even thinks about trying anything on me." 

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"Sorry for giving a damn about you, Alice!" He didn't care about the small crowd that was beginning to form, stopped in their tracks to pry. He didn't care that they'd likely make headlines in the next Midnight Owl. Caring for her was inevitable but also impossible. "Right, this is all my fault. Merlin, if you'd just accept a little help then and again. But no! You're Alice fucking Longbottom and you can't for one minute think to listen to someone's advice. 'Least of all mine." Then came the whisperings. Prats couldn't mind their own business. "You know what-" James threw up his hands and shrugged, taking a few steps back, "-go for it. Just be sure to tell me how is right hook is, yeah?"

What the bloody hell are those first years doing?

"I can bloody well handle myself, James Potter. I’m not your little sister. I know to be wary of any and all men." Alice bristled against his words, thoughts and sentences burning like lava in her lungs and fighting to erupt out of her. She took a deep breath, hoping the cool damp air would quench the fire of the things that she left unsaid. She could handle herself, had handled herself before, in ways that he didn’t even know. But no, now wasn’t the time to bring that up. If he wanted to think her helpless, so be it. "All I said was that I had my eye on him and why not try to take a crack at him. I never said I was definitely going to do it. He’s an attractive bloke. And it’s not like you haven’t shagged some questionable girls." She huffed the last of the heat out of her lungs in a forceful sigh, and finally started to unwind a little bit. "I guess I don’t. Shame though, if you’d just kept your mouth shut and pointed out a different bloke, we probably could have avoided this whole spat.