"He won't be getting away with this,"
No, of course not. No one made fun of Victor Vincenzi and got away with it, he was a prince of Slyhterin house and the heir to the Vencenzi dynasty! He needed to be feared, and respected, but not loved, no that was an icky, uncomfortable thing Victor surely had no time for. Airi sarcastically thought, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder with an air of obvious agitation. The young girl wouldn't feel normal or at ease again until she was out of the older boy's presence.

Airi clenched her fists as Victor teased her again, and though her wand hand itched to curse the boy into oblivion, she resisted it. He wasn't worth going to Azakaban over, totally wasn't worth it. Airi couldn't even think of how to respond to him, she was far too angry, and far too upset and she had once more retreated into herself in an effort to save herself from further pain and embarrassment. The young girl stood up, watching Victor silently as finished buttoning his shirt and adjusting his tie, looking as cool as ever. The blastardo, he didn't even have the decency to look like he had been drinking or was sleep deprived, the git.

Airi didn't even tell Victor good bye or good night as she walked out behind him, completely oblivious to the stares and whispers of her peers as she made her way to the tower, eager to sleep off her awful night.


Ned was sprawled out on a couch, alone in the Slytherin common room with only a copy of Emma (which he had bewitched to look like Quidditch Through the Ages) to keep him company. The common room was quiet, unnervingly so (Ned had turned off his trusty boom box after listening to Yeezus for the 7893636th time that day) but Ned found he was liking this strangely empty feeling in the air.

It matched how he felt on the inside; empty, numb, cold. Ned hated it, hated the lack of feeling, but it was the only thing he could do, only way that he could cope with his failure, and his embarrassment.

The Slytherin growled to himself as he pushed away these treacherous thoughts. He didn't need this sappiness, he was Ned Hall, heir to a long line of strong, savvy business men and wizard aristocracy, and Ned Hall didn't go through emotional turmoil over a girl, Ned Hall didn't suffer through heartache and he most certainly didn't pine over beautiful Italians who thought of him as their brother. No, nope, that wasn't Ned.

And as Ned thought of all this, he fell off into a light doze of troubled sleep.