suri was more or less familiar with ambrose. she wasn’t close with the boy in question, nor were they friends or even really knew each other — but she was well aquatinted with alphonse, who once he saw her had his arm around her shoulder immediately. teasing or not, once you get called girlfriend long enough you get friendly with someone.

      the same couldn’t be said about ambrose. however, she did know who he was. sometimes she mistook him for his twin ( not that she’d ever let alfie know that ), but one moment with him and it was clear from his lack of effort trying to make her blush that it was ambrose she was speaking to. this time it wasn’t so clear that it wasn’t alfie helping her right away.

      stood still, she spoke softly, having yet to even see the owner of the voice though she knew it was one of the twins. “ oh, thank you… i don’t wanna freak them out. ” she was careful not to move as she spoke again, “ could you help them out, alfie ? ” an assumption she made that in a few moments would prove to be a mistake, but as she waited for ambrose’s help she was none the wiser. 

      ALFIE. ambrose’s grin only grew, to levels almost... predatory. it was always a delight to be mistaken for his twin, a frequent occurrence considering the two were identical and made no effort to differentiate themselves from one another. he could almost laugh, oh how these sweet mousey girls always fell prey to their antics so easily. too quiet to speak up for themselves, or maybe too scared. no, he didn’t care for that word, too intimidated. 

      ‘ don’t worry, darling. ’ he spoke calmly, without falter, a hand placed on her arm to give a reassuring squeeze. ‘ let’s hope they aren’t poisonous spiders, shall we? ’ though ambrose had no reason to believe himself a target, and the girl? he didn’t care much one way or the other. he considered how long to draw on this predicament. he wondered just how much he could make her squirm.

the twist of the events is so sudden, he barely has the time to register it. one minute, moon is defining the purpose of snapchat to a curious pureblood, and the other, they’re suddenly fleeing the scene, leaving him in the middle of a detailed, almost scripted explanation. he doesn’t take offense to it, although it is quite saddening that they weren’t able to handle his monologue, and ventures his way out of the shadows into the center of the chambers, curiously observing his surroundings. the atmosphere hangs heavy atop their heads, looming over them like a dome, and even his hazy mind can now interpret it as something frightful. moonsik, however, doesn’t get the chance to mull over the suddenly dawned realization as he feels a hand on his back, followed by a voice that is not all that foreign to his ears and bones. there’s a shift in his expression as their eyes lock and moonsik is not shy to exhibit a rather vexed grimace.

“ it’s you. ” it’s an obvious statement that harbors a hint of grudge and disappointment, completely neglecting to acknowledge the other’s supposed concern. it’s not clear whether his brain decided to just not realize the fact that there are spiders on his shoulders or he’s simply unwilling to fret over such things; either way, there’s something bigger to worry about. moonsik diverts his eyes, fingers fumbling with the material of his velvet robe to shake it slightly, shivering when a cold breeze collides with his skin. “ i’d rather not, thanks. i can take care of myself. ” 

      A HAPPY MISTAKE. moon. he’d fought against his better judgement approaching the other. though perhaps it was that splash of alcohol had given him the gaul to feel so familiar again. familiar enough to lightly run a finger across the front of the other’s robe and forget about those pesky creepy crawlies descending upon the party. ambrose wasn’t entirely certain what the other was meant to be, he supposed it was a muggle reference of some sort. nevertheless, moon looked... charming. it stirred a feeling in the pit of his stomach that he wasn’t prepared to confront.  

      he knew moon would swat his hand away or scold him yet he couldn’t stop himself. his fingers feathered across the others shoulders, swatting away a straggling spider. at least, that was his justification for the physical contact. the slytherin pouted, drawing his hand back into his coat pocket. ‘ don’t sound so disappointed. ’ some part of him relished in the way moon seemed to hate him. it only solidified how much the other had loved him. both feelings were one in the same in ambrose’s world. 

     SCANDALOUS. SHE SIMPLY DID not understand the appeal. that is, these slytherin twins. the two devils that haunt their family, looming over her sisters (and her friends too!!) like something parasitic. entirely un-cute. not the slightest bit cute. yet her sisters seem troubled regardless, whether or not that is something related (it’s difficult for sunday to fully gauge with her veins this heavily laded with alcohol) her shoulders stiffen at the weight of something else, head turning to her left in confusion before jerking at the grating voice to her right.

     speak of the devil.

     “DON’T call me kitten—” her expression twists, hands sliding over her body when she notices his gaze. suddenly, sunday regrets drinking so much. regrets not listening to elijah (for once) and keeping the ice bear suit close at hand. suddenly, in front of this particular boy (amgross or alfalfa or whoever it is)—she is entirely too exposed.

     “i’m NOT a go go dancer, ew!! i’m doja cat!! don’t you know anything??” 

      HE LOVED HER reactions, always so worked up so easily. he barely had to even try. it wasn’t that he always wanted a rise out of her. that would be cruel. most instances, it just came naturally. he had an exceptionally strong presence. or was it his repertoire? either way his effect was undeniable and oh, how he relished in it. 

      ‘ my apologies, sunshine. which of our loving pet names would you prefer for the evening? ’ his smug grin showed no signs of faltering. the cha sisters were so fun to play with, though ambrose had taken a particular interest with sunday in particular. mostly due to her repeated, vigilant attempts at getting him to leave her siblings alone. of course she’d always been addressing the wrong twin. not that he’d ever correct her. 

      IT WAS DIFFICULT to miss the shift of energy in the room. the party was reaching it’s inevitable climax, as all parties do, with the alcohol supply dwindling and the participants fading out of coherency. yet, to the slytherin’s delight, something felt amiss. so his cards had advised him wisely - something awful was about to happen. at least ambrose hoped some misfortune would fall upon the event, or else the night would have been more or less a waste (boring). 

      he’d perked up, departing from his quiet spot of observation against the wall. a smile ghosted his lips as he appraised his surroundings. something would happen, but what. an overheard rumor teased his thoughts, a memory he couldn't quite grasp. his thoughtful pacing came to a halt as he locked sight on an irresistible opportunity. 

      THERE WAS NO better play field for ambrose’s particular set of skills than a party. the taste of desperation in the air, the yearning, the disposal of filters and rational thought. it was beautiful. so much so that he could very much enjoy himself by simply observing. but where’s the fun in that? 

      he began his prowl, paying a glance to whoever happened to look his way. ames knew he looked good. the costume was more an excuse to wear a nicely tailored suit, if anything. it’d been alfie’s idea actually, alfie always had the best ideas. the cane, for one, was a marvelous accessory - perfect for a playful poke or prod to get someone’s attention. certainly it could prove to be even more fun later in the evening. 

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