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Elias Deveaux
 Posted: Apr 17 2017, 02:24 AM
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Despite Elias' harsh assignment of Prince Hamlet, who in his opinion was a miserable fool who spent far too much time loafing around and submerged deep in self-pity, his favorite play of all time remained to be Shakespeare's Hamlet. He first read it when he was only seven and it served as the wizard's introduction into the rich world of Shakespeare. The book had been located inside his grandfather's private library back at the Deveaux estate. The boy wandered inside his grandfather's library during lunch break after the morning routine for fencing lessons. He wasn't sure why he hadn't chosen the wiser choice and taken a shower, considering he'd sweat a storm after a fencing session with his grandfather.

But as he thought more about it, he remembered why. It had been two years since the boy first picked up a foil. Practice was almost everyday. His grandfather's expectations were always just a little more than the boy could manage. He had been frustrated with his grandfather's critique of his lunges that day; it had been something about the bad form in his right leg, but the boy could only swallow so much before he needed a way to cool off. He would have read anything, but by pure luck, the first book he grabbed from the shelf had been Hamlet.

Staring at the mahogany scarf in his hands, he wondered if he was on his way in becoming Hamlet with all the hesitation and procrastinating he was doing. The scarf belonged to his beloved cousin, Victoria Carroll, who was a kind and gentle Hufflepuff. In her haste in the aftermath of their grandfather's birthday party, she left her scarf, near the dining table, where it had been found by one of the house elves. For the past few months, he had been meaning to return the scarf to his cousin, but there were so many factors to consider.

The birthday party had been a disaster. Ever since Elias sorted himself into Slytherin, a rift had been slowing growing between the boy and his grandfather. “If not Gryffindor, then you should have chosen Ravenclaw like your late mother,” his grandfather had said the summer after Elias' first year. While those were the only words his grandfather had said to express his displeasure, the words struck deep. The twelve year old Elias might not have understood the implication of the words, but the fifteen year old understood. He did not resemble either his mother or his father. He did not resemble his late aunt, who had been a Hufflepuff. He was Elias Deveaux, about to become just Elias if his grandfather decided to go through with disowning him.

He was surprised he had been invited to the party in the first place. By the time the actual party took place, he was no longer on speaking terms with his grandfather. As usual, the Slytherin had taken to brooding in the corner of the living room while everyone else conversed among themselves. That was when one of his older cousins announced that she would be getting engaged to her long-time boyfriend, a Muggleborn wizard she had met at Hogwarts. Of course, Elias' grandfather would have praised her for her liberal stance, all while staring at Elias.

It had been the final straw on the camel's back. Not caring that he would be heard by everyone in the room, Elias walked up to his grandfather and gently told him that all who procreated with Muggleborns should be worried because they would soon find their bloodline on the verge of extinction. His grandfather's slap had been hard enough to draw blood.

The events that followed after were mostly a blur. He remembered Anora Chavalier, who was a close family friend and adored by Elias' grandfather, throw cake in his face. Victoria's brother told him he agreed with Elias' thoughts. So did his father, who urged Elias to leave with him before matters worsen. He remembered the house elves handing him Victoria's scarf. Now, he wished the house elves had never done that. After all, hadn't Victoria's mother also married a Muggle? How could he return her scarf when he would have to face her in person? He couldn't either risk delivering it by owl. Most of his letters had been intercepted by a devious Anais Elkins.

“Fluffball the Fifth, you snuck out of my room, didn't you? I'm only going to return her scarf. We aren't visiting her, understand?” Elias gave his cat a stern look.

Fluffball the Fifth meowed loudly before scratching his owner's calf. Lazy yellow eyes stared at the boy, as if daring him to challenge the cat's will.

“We aren't visiting her,” repeated Elias almost tiredly. He wanted to get it over with before Victoria realized he was over at her common room without her permission. During his first year, his cousin had told him that if there was a need, he only needed to go to the barrels next to the kitchen and tap the left barrel with a certain pass-code. Taking a quick studying of his surroundings, he noted that the coast was clear before tapping the pass-code. The entrance allowed him entry, and just like that, the snake was inside.

Now the question was, where could he put the scarf so that Victoria would be able to find it without knowing he had returned it to her?

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Tori Deveaux-Carroll
 Posted: Apr 17 2017, 08:26 AM
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Tori had been up in the owlry, intending to send a letter to her father, yet when her eastern screech owl flew down to her, her plans changed. Her eyes quickly caught the funny way he hopped and the fact that he refused to hold his leg out to her though he would not set it down on the perch. She pulled her feathered friend close to her chest and set off to her common room to better inspect the bird. It could have been done in the tower but for the distraction of noise. The other owls hooting, the rustling of wings and the swooshing of the birds coming and going. The hufflepuff common room was mercifully quiet and empty.

She settled herself in one of the armchairs by the empty fireplace, her letter laying temporarily forgotten on the table. From her bag she pulled out a set of reading glasses and place them carefully on her face. Coaxing her owl onto her hand, she held him inches from her eyes, his reddish-brown feathers tickling the top of her head while she inspected his leg. A small cut could be seen, probably the result of a hunting accident. "You clumsy bird, what have you been doing?" She asked of her pet, a gentle smile on her face as she set him down on the table next to the still-forgotten letter. She knew the spell to heal cuts, but was uncertain if it was to be used on animals and as she rummaged through her bag, intent on finding the book that would (with hope) give her the answer, she heard the common room door open and close. She paid it no heed until, with an elated hoot, the owl took off from the table.

"Rust, you silly thing, I'm not fini--..." Her playful chastising cut off as her eyes followed the bird. He landed on her cousin's shoulder to affectionately nip at his ear in hello before swooping down in front of the cat next to his feet, hooting a greeting. She had not seen Eli since that disaster of a birthday party. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She had certainly seen him in the halls and her eyes had automatically swept the slytherin table each morning and evening in the Great Hall to see how the boy was doing. But she had not interacted with him.

All at once the memories of that day came back. It had been such a nice party. Until Eli had stood up and said his piece and her grandfather had violently reacted. She had been torn between anger at her little cousin, anger at her grandfather and worry for the pain Eli must have been feeling when he had been struck. And yet she had stood there, frozen, uncertain as to what to do. His words had stung, she herself having a muggle father she cared deeply for. Though she had later chastised her grandfather for his reaction to Eli's words, she had refused to speak to the boy, and later refused to speak to her brother when he condoned his views on muggles and muggleborns. She had left the party angry and hurt. And now, looking at her dear cousin from across the room, the anger and hurt swelled back in her chest mixing with the disgust she felt with herself for not checking on him sooner.

"Eli. What are you doing here?" Her voice was forcibly soft, yet she was finding it difficult to keep a small shard of ice out of it. Elias Deveaux was her favorite cousin and her closest friend. They had grown up together, he had been the one person in her childhood she had actually shared her hurt and loneliness with. And now she felt betrayed by him, sad and alone again. But she would be damned if she wouldn't at least try to fix the rift that was starting to fracture between them. So yes, for him, she would at least attempt to keep the coldness out of her voice and her temper down.

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Elias Deveaux
 Posted: Apr 17 2017, 11:32 PM
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"The Boy With The Thorn In His Side"

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A feeling of dread settled in the wizard's stomach the moment he heard his cousin's gentle voice in the common room. Luck was not on his side, though he suspected that luck had long left his side considering the series of events that had transpired as of late. He watched as she talked to her owl with the familiar smile that he had grown to love throughout the years. A tinge of guilt racked the boy as he studied her gentle expression from afar, knowing that his thoughtless words must have disappointed her just as much as they had disappointed their grandfather. If she wasn't an idiot, which he was sure she wasn't because she was one of the smartest girls he knew, she would inevitably notice that there was a Slytherin in her common room. He stuck out like a sore thumb, as he could never quite fit in with the Hufflepuffs no matter how much he tried for his cousin.

Still in his brooding state, he was caught off-guard when Rust chose to greet him. Every inch of him wanted to reprimand the owl for nipping his ear; he was not a mouse after all. Whatever opportunity he had to say something to the owl was gone when the bird landed directly next to the Persian cat. The cat's pale yellow eyes focused on the owl. Sometimes, Elias wondered what his cat was thinking when it was staring so intently at the owl. He wondered if the cat ever considered eating Rust, when it was literally flying in front of the cat. It might have been the case that the cat considered the owl his friend, considering the owl and cat were still both alive. Finally, after a few seconds (because the cat was slow in most of his tasks), Fluffball the Fifth let out a soft meow. Then it made a swipe with its claws towards the owl, but it was only in jest. After licking his paws, Fluffball the Fifth walked over to Victoria and wrapped his tail around her leg. He meowed again in an annoyingly cute way that he wouldn't have done for Elias. The boy resisted rolling his eyes.

“Show off,” he said to his cat. Then he realized it wasn't proper to say that with his cousin here after what happened at the birthday party. He forced a cough, hoping to dispel the awkwardness in the air. Truthfully, he guessed the awkwardness wouldn't be going away anytime soon. He felt awkward just by standing so close to Victoria. While she was two years ahead of him, he found that he was able to relate to this one cousin in particular. She was his confidante that he trusted so much; she was one of the few people that he could call family without feeling like he was lying.

So it stung when he heard the faint hint of bitterness in her tone when she asked why he was in her common room. He dismissed the hurt he felt. This wasn't the time. But when would there be a time then, if not? asked the sniveling voice in his mind. He dismissed that too. What did the voice know? Elias took out the mahogany scarf, which had since been washed and well-maintained while in the boy's possession, and walked over to Victoria. “I'm here to return your scarf, Victoria. You left it at grandfather's after the birthday party. I had a house elf hand it to me.” Like usual, his words were said with a certain calm that had been honed into the boy from years of practice. Ever so slowly, he held the scarf out for his cousin to take.

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Tori Deveaux-Carroll
 Posted: Apr 20 2017, 05:23 PM
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The hufflepuff could feel her shoulders tensing more the longer her cousin stood in the room. She tore her eyes away from him and looked down at the cat as he rubbed against her. Leaning over, she stroked his fur, smiling faintly when Elias called the feline a show off. "Hello, Fluffball. It's nice to see you again," she said softly to the cat as her owl flew over to sit on her arm rest. That was probably harsh to say, that she missed a cat and yet when she saw the cousin she hadn't spoken to in months, she merely asked him why he was in her common room. She certainly hadn't meant it that way but the desire to take it back was not strong enough for her to amend her words.

Honey badgers and snakes did not get along in nature. Perhaps this rift between Tori and her best friend was simply fate? She hated Fate. If it was, then she would most definitely strive to go against what fate had decreed with every fiber of her being. Besides, there was a long history of slytherins and hufflepuffs having extremely close friendships. This disagreement could certainly be mended. If she could learn to let go of her anger. Even now it twisted inside her chest, only a small fraction of it belonging to her dear cousin, and she had to bury it deep inside lest she risk it exploding out.

Her attention dragged back to the young boy as he walked over, his footsteps seeming (at least to her) to echo over-loudly in the space around them. "Oh. Thank you." That was all she said, her voice quiet and slightly surprised. She reached out and took the scarf from him, idly running her fingers over the yarn. A small feeling disappointment came over her as she stared at the scarf without really seeing it. Had he really come all this way only to return a forgotten item? Did he have no desire to make amends with her? Perhaps he was happy without her constantly bugging him to make more friends or to be more tactful towards others.

'No. That can't be true. Eli is always hiding something,' she told herself. Maybe he was just hiding his own pain at their falling out. She needed to do something to fix this. She couldn't just leave things like they were, that would only make everything worse for the both of them. But if she tried talking about what happened they might actually get into an argument, and that would make things worse than this awkward air between them now. It seemed like an eternity had passed in the space of the few seconds it took for Tori to get her courage up to speak. "Would you like to stay for a bit?" The hint of coldness was still there, but better hidden behind an air of uncertainty and apprehension. "How have your classes been?" She bit her tongue against the question she wanted to ask. 'Have you and Grandfather made up yet?' There would be time later, after they got used to conversing again.

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Elias Deveaux
 Posted: Apr 21 2017, 02:36 AM
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Fluffball meowed again in response to Victoria's greeting, still refusing to leave the girl's side. Elias was almost sure that his cat was biased against him because Fluffball never acted that way around the wizard. He wondered if his cat was biased towards females instead because he could see no other reason why Fluffball would refuse to curl up against him while he would willingly do so with Victoria. His instinctive response was to tell Victoria that Fluffball the Fifth should be called Fluffball the Fifth instead of just plain Fluffball, but he kept quiet. Now was not the time for petty exchanges. At least, Victoria still cared about his cat and didn't immediately bat it away when it annoyingly walked up to her like she was his owner. That must have meant something.

A wave of sadness wash over him as he stood there awkwardly when his cousin asked if he wanted to stay in her common room for a while longer. The expression on her face felt unnatural, as if she was dealing with a stranger instead of her cousin. It was almost as if she was afraid of him. Perhaps that was the case, considering how he had lashed out so wildly at his grandfather's party. He knew that he would be judged by everyone in the room. He just forgot that Victoria had been in there as well. When he closed his eyes, he could still see the hurt reflected in Victoria's eyes. Even if he wouldn't ever admit it to anyone else, it broke his heart to have seen her like that.

He remembered the earlier years with his cousin, when the two were still very young and immature. Both of their mothers had passed away when the two of them were young. As a coping mechanism, Elias' father chose to withdraw from the world. He left his son alone for long periods of time. It had been his grandfather who took care of him and raised him to be the person that he was today, but he would have been lying if it had only been his grandfather. For as long as he remembered, Victoria had been an important part of his life. It had been her comforting voice and her warm embrace that had allowed the boy to sleep on some of the darker nights where he wondered what it would have been like had his mother not died. Victoria suffered the same tragedy, but instead of brooding away like he was doing, she chose to shine brightly instead. While Elias was quickly becoming someone he hated, she was becoming someone who could make a difference in the world.

It hurt to see her now, so out of her element just because he was in the same room as her. When would he stop hurting the people he cared about? He was already regretting having stepped into the Hufflepuff common room, knowing that his presence might have triggered memories from the fateful birthday party. And maybe even worse memories. If only, if only. But the past could not be changed, no matter how much the boy wished it.

“Classes have been the same. I'm still at the library most days of the week and I've been practicing dueling in my spare time, as per grandfather's wishes. How about you? You always had a natural affliction towards healing spells.”

How has life been going for you without me? The implications were there, even if the boy did not say anything.

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Tori Deveaux-Carroll
 Posted: Apr 29 2017, 11:05 AM
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Tori clutched the red scarf on her lap like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to this chair. Her feet moved slightly as she felt the urge to just avoid this interaction with her cousin and rush up to her dorm where he couldn't follow. She hated dealing with her emotions after an argument. Though in reality, she and Elias had never truly argued. He never said anything directly to her, probably hadn't even taken her and her family into account when he said what he had. He probably wouldn't have said it if he had thought of her. But that wouldn't have mattered, would it? He still would have felt it. She could only deny his aversion to non-purebloods for so long. This wasn't the first time she had noticed it after all.

She could see, though she tried to deny it, the darkness that her dear cousin was drawn to. The darkness that was slowly enveloping him since childhood. Though she had tried her best through the years to keep it at bay, it was the same darkness that was beginning to seep into her own heart. She had, at one time, been determined to pull him out of it. To bring him to some place happy and bright, where he could be someone that he enjoyed being. Yet over the years her attempts had proved fruitless and she had felt herself give up. Even now she knew she was merely going through the actions, half-heartedly trying to find him people to be friends with. She seemed to be going through those same empty actions with herself lately.

Her nose crinkled slightly at the mention of his dueling practice. "I...certainly have not been keeping up on my own practice." She said quietly, trying to imagine her grandfather's face when she would tell him that when next she saw him. He never seemed to push her as hard about it though, seeming to realize she could not duel if she wanted to, and she certainly didn't want to. Still, he might be disappointed regardless. It wasn't as though she could exactly help what she enjoyed doing though.

The hufflepuff gave a small nod at Eli's words. "I've been alright. My plants in the greenhouse are doing fairly well and I've been practicing my charms." She nodded again at his next statement, "yes, I'm an intern at the hospital wing this season." There was a time she would have been so giddy with excitement to tell him those words she would have burst into his common room without a second thought. Now she stated them without much care, just letting the words lie there without any pride or emotion. It wasn't that she wasn't excited about this chance, she'd always been too afraid in the past of being turned down that she hadn't applied for the position. She was absolutely stunned beyond belief, she just couldn't seem to summon those emotions at the moment.

"I've missed you." The words slipped out without her noticing, quiet and soft. It was a beat before she realized she had actually spoken aloud rather than inside her mind and her cheeks quickly turned pink. "I mean, it's just been a while. That's all," she quickly backtracked, trying to eliminate the awkward air that had rushed in when her words came out.

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Elias Deveaux
 Posted: Apr 29 2017, 10:59 PM
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"The Boy With The Thorn In His Side"

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No one could argue that Elias’ cat wasn’t a biased creature when it came to affection. Fluffball’s tendency to curl up towards his owner’s friends and family and snub his owner was a well-known fact, but Elias wondered if the cat was merely making up for Elias’ lack of affection. Despite the fondness Elias felt towards Victoria, he had difficulty showing it. Auhert provided him the finest tutors to learn how to speak and write, so it wasn’t due to lack of knowledge. The very same tutors taught him composure and decorum, so it wasn’t due to ignorance. It was simply because the boy was very reserved and had always been this way since he was born.

Victoria was different. If Elias’ world was a maze of glass walls and mirrors that he slowly constructed over the years to hide away from the world, Victoria’s world was filled with an array of vivid colors that she and her loved ones built for her. Whereas his world was cold and lonely, her world was warm and gentle. Even now, after not being in Victoria’s presence for most of the year, just standing next to her reminded Elias how warm his cousin was. He nearly forgotten how much she radiated, like a flame in the darkness to lead the people who were lost.

That was the type of person she was. When the two were children, Elias always looked forward to Victoria coming over to the Deveaux estate. He didn’t understand why she needed to go back home to her Muggle father when she could have stayed with him the entire time. She was one of the people he felt safe around. His father warned him against saying anything about his mother, so he never did but a part of him wondered if he was scared. He didn’t want his cousin to change after knowing the truth.

The guilt sometimes ate away at him. Victoria had always been there for him. On one of her visits, it had been the day of Alexis’s death. His father was never around on that day; it was almost customary. Auhert was out on some business with the Ministry, leaving Elias with Victoria. He had been unable to sleep that night for whatever reason. Maybe the weight of his mother’s death hung too heavily on his mind, but he remembered feeling like there was no one else in the world. That was until Victoria sneaked into his room and curled up in bed with him. He didn’t remember what the two talked about, but only that he eventually fell asleep.

So it hurt to see her clutch the red scarf like it was her only lifeline. Elias was sure his cousin would have grown tired of him by now. Maybe his words had been the turning point in which she finally gave up on him. He wouldn’t have been surprised. “You should practice with me then--

She doesn’t want to.

“If you want to. It might be easier with a partner.” He felt like he was dancing around his cousin, careful not to poke or prod too much. It shouldn’t have been like this.

When she told him about her intern, he was more than ecstatic. The boy’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second as a genuine smile made its way across his face, which was rarely so. “Really? You got the internship?” Then he looked at Fluffball, who stared at him with a lazy gaze. “I’m really...proud.” Victoria was older, but Elias always felt like he needed to protect her because she was one of the few that he earnestly wanted to keep happy.

He watched as words she tried to fix her slip-up and decided to speak too so she wouldn’t be the only one feeling awkward. “I...wanted to see how you were too.” Elias could be charming when he wanted to be, but that was mostly due to the years of practice. When he was with the people he cared about, it was different. He struggled with his word choice and it seemed like he never said it with enough warmth or conviction. “Perhaps I should should go.” There, the words that gave him an easy way out. He frowned. He felt like he was tiptoeing near the precipice. He might as well say what he had intended to say months ago but never did. “Also, I--I forgot you--about you during grandfather’s birthday party. I didn’t mean to group you with them--you’re--you don’t count.”

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 Posted: May 9 2017, 07:36 PM
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Though she tried to deny it, a part of Tori knew how her cousin saw her. As some bright light that continued to shine despite anything that gone thrown her way. She desperately wanted to show him the truth, that she was only bright because she was burning up like an asteroid in Earth's atmosphere, but somehow she could never bring herself to admit that. The truth was that she liked the fact that he saw her that way, it reinforced her fantasy and allowed her to continue lying to herself. If he, and everyone else, thought she was fine then she had to be, right? Of course.

Her world might have seemed bright and colorful, but it was a rouse she played at. Pushing the brilliantly colored plants made of plastic out to the front, shining a light on them and playing at caring for them with an empty watering can. She made a show of it, drawing peoples' attention to those fake flowers and leaves, keeping them mesmerized by how they never failed to bloom while the real plants stayed back in the shadows, wilted and drowning. She didn't know how to approach them, any time she tried they seemed to get worse. So she ignored them and focused her attention on perfecting the appearance of her false plants, making them look as real as possible to fool the others, to fool herself. A single touch would be enough to break the spell though, it was easy to tell fabric from leaf after all, so she wouldn't let anyone close enough; a small fence would be enough to keep everyone from getting too close. It also kept herself inside, away from the dying plants she forced herself to ignore. She didn't need to care for them, she was fine just as she was. Everyone could see she was fine. She needed to be fine.

Her fingers traced over the yarn, the fuzzy texture tickling her skin. Her owl hooted and she realized Elias was asking her a question. She blinked as she clung to the last few words he spoke, remembering her own and piecing the two together. "Oh. I appreciate the offer, Eli, but I'm not much of a fan of dueling. Plus I'm really only good at defensive spells so I'd make a poor partner indeed." She gave him an apologetic smile, hoping he wouldn't think she refused simply because she did not wish to spend time with him. She really was bad at dueling, every jinx or hex she had ever tried either simply did not work or had the tendency to backfire. She just couldn't find it in her heart to truly wish for the spell to be completed and she felt that her wand knew this and refused to perform properly because of that.

Though her grandfather did remind her on occasion to practice her dueling, the Deveauxs were known for their dueling prowess after all, he never seemed to try to hold her to it. It was as if he did not expect her to improve. After six years she could hardly blame him if he had given up on her. That was alright, she didn't need to know how to hurt people. If she could protect and heal them, that would be enough for her. And there were plenty of ways to protect someone without harming another.

That was why she could be a healer, it was why she applied for the internship. Her heart lifted with her cousin's smile and she couldn't help returning it. "Yes, I'm rather excited about it. I've heard it can be a little dull sometimes but it gets busy around quidditch matches." It felt like things between the two were starting to mend. He had smiled after all, and they were talking again. They could definitely work through this.

The smile faltered and fell when he mentioned leaving. She opened her mouth to call him back but thought better of it and bit her lip, keeping quiet. Maybe they should take this slow? They've already spoken once, so it would be easier to seek one another out again at a later time and talk again. Yes, that was fine. And then he spoke again and she froze, her lips mouthing his words as she felt her anger boiling up.

"Them?" She repeated, her tone a mixture of harshness and incredulity. "I don't count? I don't count as what, Elias? A halfblood? The daughter of a muggle?" The hurt she had felt at the party washed over her again, blending with her anger at her cousin's words. "In case you hadn't noticed, I am a halfblood and my father is a muggle. There's nothing wrong with that!" She was on her feet without realizing, her fingers tangling into her hair out of frustration. She had been trying so hard to keep herself in check with him.

"You don't even know any muggleborns or muggles! You go out of your way to avoid them all because your idiot father tells you so!" Oh, the anger she felt at her uncle. There was a reason Eli had always gone to his cousin for comfort and companionship. "The man practically abandoned you and yet you cling to his every word like he's your savoir. The man doesn't even care for you!" She was ranting now, pacing in quick little steps to give her body something to do. She wasn't paying attention to what she was saying, just letting words flow from her lips in her hurt; words that she knew she would regret later. She had always been rash when she got upset, her family had been telling her to keep it under control for years and she never seemed to be able to listen.

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He didn’t understand.

“You’re a good duelist. It’ll just be a little bit more practice, I know you’ll get it soon,” said Elias. For him, dueling was as natural as breathing air. However, tt would be far-fetched to assume that he never suspected Victoria was not interested in dueling. It would be more accurate to say that he wanted her to enjoy it too because that would allow the two of them to spend more time together. However, he let it go, preferring to hear about her internship than anything else at the moment.

Elias nodded, his smiling widening a bit more when she mentioned the inevitable rise in number of patients during Quidditch season. It was almost as if she was looking forward to see injured Quidditch players in the infirmary. While he doubted that was what she felt, he couldn’t help but want to tease her for it. Unfortunately, the moment was gone when the smile vanished on her face.

“I know you’re a halfblood witch, ” said Elias stiffly. “I knew that a long time ago, but it doesn’t change the way I think about you. Your father is your father.” He kept his sentences safe; he didn’t want a reason to argue with Victoria. That was not the reason he decided to make a visit to the Hufflepuff dorm. However, the usually level-headed boy could not keep quiet when she made outrageous accusations about his father.

“He’s not my savior. I couldn’t care less about what that man thinks,” said Elias, but that was a lie and he knew Victoria would be able to see past his facade. He trained himself to stay calm and pleasant, but not even his acting skills could hold up against a relationship that was over a decade old. Somehow, he knew Victoria would be able to see the truth regardless of whether or not she would be able to. No matter how much Elias wished Jeremy Deveaux wasn’t his father, reality would not change. While Victoria’s presence acted as cushion between the deteriorating relationship between Elias and the Deveauxs, it was only a temporary remedy. There was only so much Victoria could do for him. Even though Elias knew this, he was selfish and always expected his cousin to be there to mend the wounds. Though, that wasn’t the reason he was angry. While his father was gone for weeks at a time for “official Auror business”, his father wasn’t the person Elias looked outside the window and hope he’d catch a glimpse of.

Elias wasn’t affectionate by any stretch of the imagination, but it didn’t stop him from walking to Victoria and wrapping his arms around her in the same way she used to do when he couldn’t sleep at night. “You’ll always be the person I care most about.” His words came out just right this time, and he imagined his voice might have been soft as the falling peach blossoms in the garden of the Deveaux estate.

He had been paying more attention to her actions than her words. Elias had always been a logical person. Anger and harsh words did not affect him; it was the reason behind the words. He read a book about nonverbal mannerisms before and he used his knowledge from the book today. Victoria was nervous because she was pacing around. She had used his full name. Victoria never used his full name, so he could only assume she was trying to place some distance between the two of them. His conclusion was that she was acting irrationally because she was angry.

Truth be told, he wanted to tell his cousin things. He wanted to tell her about Anora Chevalier, their mutual childhood friend he sorely missed. He also wanted to tell her about Evelina Young, who he felt confused about. The boy missed her advice, even if he sometimes did not agree with her words.

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His words were stiff and forcibly calm, as if he were trying not to argue. She didn't even pay attention to what her cousin was actually saying, just the tone of it was making her anger rise. The badger ground her teeth and clenched her fists, wanting to spit something back out at him but before she had a chance, Elias's arms were wrapping around her and she froze. Inside she wavered, part of her wanting to push him away and yell and scream and shout that he was lying to himself and to her. That he was being pretentious and bigoted and hateful. But his words reminded her that only a small amount of the anger she was feeling was actually at him, that he was still a child and easily swayed in his opinions by those he looked up to.

The rage twisted with the guilt that had started to show from her actions and she tried to separate them, to hold onto the anger and continue her berating. But he was holding her and speaking softly and she couldn't help but be reminded of how often she had held him and comforted him as children. Her anger deflated as the guilt won out and she sighed, leaning her head against Eli's shoulder.

"If you care about me, then give muggles a chance. They're just the same as you." It wasn't fair of her to request that. She knew it, deep down inside. Prove your love by doing something. It was a disgusting thing to say, but she said it anyway. There was worse things she could ask for, after all. She could have told him to stop listening to his father, to distance himself from the man or even her own brother. It still didn't make it right.

She wouldn't withdraw the words though. As much as she hated asking for that, she would leave it there. She had been at a loss on how to get the young snake to be more open and accepting. Perhaps this would finally work. If it did, then she could forget this feeling and just focus on the fact that she had succeeded. Chances were he'd probably forget the request in time anyways.

"I'm sorry. For shouting at you," that she would apologize for. Already she was feeling sorry she had acted out like that. She knew better, was raised better than that. She was only thankful that nobody had been around to witness such a scene. "You don't have to leave though, if you don't want to. I wouldn't mind if you stayed a little." If he did want to leave, she wouldn't stop him. But she did want to make it clear that she had never wanted him to go in the first place. Not today and not at their grandfather's party. Though she had left that time, hadn't she? Perhaps if they had talked that evening, the events of today would have been entirely avoided. It wasn't good to let things fester.

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It’s not so easy.

He thought those words as Victoria voiced her opinion about Muggles. It was the age old argument and instead of Victoria, he chose to lock his gaze on Fluffball the Fifth. His cat was oblivious to the fight and currently licking his right paw. Anyone else who asked him to do what Victoria asked of him would have been met with scorn and an incredulous look. To assume Elias Deveaux cared about someone was bold, but it was his cousin who said that, not a random idiot off the streets of London. He couldn’t muster up the same amount of anger to rebuke her words. Instead, he tensed up, but kept his arms wrapped around her. Hugs were uncomfortable for the boy who rarely had contact with other people. Jeremy Deveaux was not an affectionate person. Sometimes, Elias preferred it that way because it would have been awkward if his father suddenly decided to hug him out of the blue after so long.

“I’ll try,” he said quietly, though in his mind, he had no such desire. His words were said to placate an upset person. There was no way he could follow through on his promise. The boy hated that he was lying to his cousin, but he had no choice. He couldn’t tell her that people didn’t change just because someone asked them to. It went against the selfish nature of humans, but those words would also hurt her heart. No matter how much she changed, to Elias, she would always be an idealist and a foolish one at that.

“I’m sorry too, for many things,” said Elias, smiling tiredly at her. Already, the argument was getting to him. He wanted to close his eyes and pretend it never happened. Like the birthday party or the words he said to Evelina, but his grave had been dug. When his cousin offered to let him stay for longer, he shook his head. It was clear from her outburst that she was not feeling well. Staying longer would allow things to become awkward. There was no point in talking with her when the both of them were emotionally stressed out. There would be other chances he told himself. The best thing would be to let Victoria have rest.

“I should head back. I have a few assignments due soon.” That was a lie. He always finished his homework days before the actual deadline and he wondered if Tori suspected his lie. Without waiting for her response, he picked up his cat and exited the Hufflepuff dormitory. As he made his way back into the kitchen, he placed Fluffball on the ground.

“Give the Muggles a chance she said,” he whispered to no one in particular.

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