poison

ridin’ // nct dream

Well this was admittedly promising for the upcoming Quidditch season, provided the ones in these teams get accepted into the real teams. Nevertheless, all the ambitious players that tried out here today deserve a standing ovation because all did amazing!

Still, as results go, Slytherin won by 5 and a half points, leaving Ravenclaw with 3, what a game! We all hope to see you soon for the real deal guys! We hope everyone had fun, until then, this has been your friendly snake Huang Junjie at the mic, thanks for tuning in!

Oh sweet, naïve Christopher… Did he really think he could fool Elio like that?

Elio shakes his head amused, at the other’s squeaky tone - an obvious tell of a lie. “Oh dear, i don’t mean the sleeve, I mean what’s inside it.” In a fast reflex Elio slips his fingers into the opening of Christopher’s sleeve and fishes out the photograph. 

It was something he took pride in, and helped in any quidditch match, his swift and fast reflexes that could help him be excellent at pickpocketing if he ever felt like striding down that path.

He raises the photo to have a better light shining on it and frowns when not even that helps. “Merlin’s beard Chris, for the amount of time you spend photographing people I always assumed you took photos better than this.” It was a mere blur, colours. Maybe a person, for sure, but that seems like a muggle photo of a muggle car sports event.

How come this left him and Pollux so tense? 

Elio looks at Christopher, still holding the photograph above his head. “What’s this supposed to be? Why would it concern Pollux of all people?”

Christopher can only gasp when Elio reaches into his sleeve and pulls out the photograph, his heart immediately sinking in his chest as fear suddenly takes over. Elio truly had no boundaries. 

He tries to maintain his calm, which isn’t easy considering the jab at his photography skills. It also isn’t easy to remain calm and collected under Elio’s scrutinizing look. The devious little snake really makes him lose his mind, and lately it takes him a lot less than it ever did all through the years.

“Unlike you, he has artistic perspective,” the words spill from Christopher’s lips. He had to say something before suddenly lifting his wand. “You know, not everything that happens in our lives should concern you, meddling little shit. Accio photo.” 

His last words made the piece of paper fly from Elio’s hand towards Christopher’s.

Before the other could even move from his spot or try to retrieve the photo, Christopher presses the pointed tip of his wand under his chin. “This really is nothing, just a bad photo. I was showing it to Pollux because unlike you, he offered to help me find my camera.” A blatant lie, but Christopher’s upset demeanor is enough to mask it as truth. 

“You needn’t know everything, people tell you what they think you’re worthy of knowing, get that in your head... I don’t think I need to remind you what can happen if you annoy me too much, do I?” His totally comes off less threatening and more hysterical than he intended to, he was aware it would only make Elio more curious, but alas there was nothing he could do, he was upset. 

Great Hall; Lunch time

Elio had been picking at his food for about five minutes now. The day had been an absolute bore. The Aurors had, for once, decided to stick to their assigned room to debate possible clues, making it impossible for Elio to overhear, not only that, but the Gryffindors had shifted their behavior into silent treatment, no longer bothering with Elio’s taunting over the previous day’s match.

What an absolute bore.

Giving up, Elio excuses himself out of the Slytherin table, walking over towards the entrance to the Great Hall and nearly colliding with Christopher who seemed to be in such a hurry he didn’t even notice Elio. This, of course, spiked his interest. And so, the Slytherin simply stood there by the door, following the younger one with his gaze. 

Things escalated in interest when he noticed Christopher sit in front of Pollux and talk to him about something that was placed on the table and later on stashed on Christopher’s sleeve. The two seemed a little tense, from a quick analysis of their body language.

Interesting.

It wasn’t a long exchange of words though, as Pollux soon enough bolted up to his feet and started marching towards the door, only giving time for Elio to turn over as if to look at the Slytherin table and change his hair colour to a dark shade of brown. He’s known the Gryffindor for far too long to know he won’t notice him like this.

Elio can only smirk when Pollux acts according to his expectations and walks past him without so much a glance of acknowledgement. 

Now all he has to do is wait for Christopher.

He sneaks out of the Great Hall and quickly makes his way over to the Slytherin Common room entrance, the dark surroundings making up for a perfect ambush.

It doesn’t take too long before he hears the young Slytherin pace towards the end of the dark hall in the dungeons, and just as he is about to open his mouth to say the password, Elio moves from the dark corner he’s been hiding in.

“Hiya Chris,” he greets with a wide smile, promptly raising his hand to point at Christopher’s sleeve. “Watcha got there?”

Christopher is left staring at the now reconstructed slice of pie that Pollux abandoned and he can feel the accusing glances of the Gryffindors around him. Right, he thinks, Slytherins aren’t welcome around this weekend due to the game.

Getting up, Christopher quickly makes his way out of the Great Hall, his sleeve giving off the illusion of weighing a ton just from having the photo hidden in it. And for some reason, he just can’t shake off the feeling he’s being watched. 

“What a weird day, Bubbles.” He comments out loud, feeling his pet turn in the hood of his robe. “Do you think I’ll ever find my camera?”

He lets his words die off as he goes down the stairs towards the dungeons, an eerie feeling taking over him. Sometimes he wonders if he’s a coward or if his intuition is that good. Lately all he feel is uneasiness and ominousness, and it’s enough to have him hold onto his wand more often than not.

In fact, as soon as he feels a presence move from the shadows, his grip grows stronger and it is the sight of that cheshire-like grin in a split second that keeps him from raising his wand and shouting depulso. “Fuck-- Elio what are you doing there?” he squeaks, feeling his heart race inside his chest.

His eyes lower to where Elio is pointing and it almost makes his heart go from racing to stopped.