Darius Mulciber

“Well, how about some information for me in return for information about him?” he shrugged. “How badly do you want revenge really?”

“What sort of information. You’re going to have to be more specific than that,” Cain scoffed. “Fairly badly. I want that asshole gone.”

He had needed some time away from the rest of him team and his house after their loss, and he had no intention of going to the fucking victory party. Probably just back to his dorm after a walk.  “You sure that’s why you want me gone?” he asked the other dryly when he heard her speak, clearly she was as pissed off about the outcome of the match as he was but then this wasn’t the only time she had avoided him after they had broken up on finding out that he had the Mark. 

Hearing that oh so familiar voice, her hands started to shake slightly - she really, really didn’t need this right now. Lucinda brushed her hands through her hair, before getting to her feet and taking a few steps away from him. When she realised that she had walked away without her bag, she gave a heavy sigh before turning back to pick it up. “Yes.” She answered simply, her eyes quickly darting to his arm and then back up to his eyes.

“Let’s not pretend like you give a care about getting into trouble. We both know exactly how much of a good girl you are.” A smirk grew on his lips as she leaned into him. “The trick is to do whatever the hell we want to without getting into trouble. And I think we can manage that pretty darn well, don’t you?” 

“True, I suppose we’re both very much familiar with it.” She smirks back, her eyes watching him. “Well, I have a clean record so far, officially only of course, so that should speak for itself.”

He had not noticed who it was that was approaching him, he did not mind the company of either of the Lestranges – but he didn’t admit it, instead merely smirked at the other. “The point was to insult you, glad it worked.” he scoffed. “I am unfortunately sober, what brings you here?” 

“One day, I’ll just walk right past you, ignoring everything.” Rodolphus threatened the other, not really meaning it nevertheless. Darius was decent enough to hang around with, and he didn’t mind the man. “Having nothing to do brings me here. How about we fix the problem that is you being sober?”

He threw his hands up in the air, clearly annoyed. “What the actual fuck is your problem?” 

“Did you not hear me?” Chloe’s words slurred a little. “Your face is my fucking problem. It’s to -” she paused as she swirled her hand around looking for the right word “- pretty.”

“If there’s some gain in it for me, why not?” he smirked. “He’s on the run, but it won’t be too hard to find where he is.”

“What would you even want?” Cain questioned, arching a brow at the other.

“Just the truth.” he rolled his eyes as he considered his idea. “Why the effort? It’s not like she’s your girlfriend.” And she better not be or Darius might actually fucking lose it. “What’s to be jealous.” he shrugged his shoulders. He was jealous but there was no reason to let the other know. His lips curled up in a smile however, when he whispered in his ear. “Drinks it is.” he said with a smirk on his lips. “You wasted a lot of my time, so you have a quite a bit to make up for.”

“No, she’s not. I don’t do dating, remember?” Corban shrugged his shoulders, “She’s been down lately because of that prick Rosier. Thought I might cheer her up. I can be a decent person sometimes.” Corban scoffed, before his expression flickered to – disappointment? when the other claimed not to be jealous. “Right of course.” At the other’s smile, Corban’s lips curved into a smirk of his own. “Hmm, I can definitely make it up to you all night long,” He murmured lowly, pressing a brief kiss to the other’s jawline before turning around and heading in the direction of the bar.

“A little bit, yeah.” he scoffed before he shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry for not making it more fun for you.” he rolled his eyes. “Yes, that is what I do. Rather like you wanting to poke in your nose into other people’s business all the time. Although I don’t mind you all too much, you are quite a lovely sight even though I want to never hear another word you have to say.”

“I’ll reconsider your apology if you prove you can be entertaining.” Alex reasoned with a shrug. “See, now I don’t know whether to punch you or accept the compliment. I could always do both, and see if you know more emotions than grumpiness.”

“I can do both.” Darius said, glancing across the bar at Corban who seemed too busy with some girl to even bother looking at him. It made him irritated and he called the bartender to refill their glasses before he let his fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her to him and pressing his lips against hers.

At his comment, Jules’ lips curved into a smirk. Her gaze followed his, one eyebrow arching as she spotted Corban flirting with some blonde. She was about to question it when Darius pulled her towards him, the other forgotten as she eagerly wrapped her arms around his neck pulling herself closer as she moved her lips against his.

“Thank you for your service.” he said dryly before he shrugged his shoulders. “Well, mostly like being left alone but I guess that’s not the answer you are looking for?” he scoffed before he looked at her curiously. “I suppose you have a lot of friends? Can you introduce me to a girl I like?”

Doe decided not to say anything about his words. She knew better than to comment on those. And it also all seemed meaningless when he mentioned a girl he liked. Such could be told by the look of surprise on her face. “You? You like a girl? Whoever it is, I will do what I can to help you.”

“Well, I’ve always been like this and you thought wrong.” he said bluntly. “What do you want, Rivers?” 

“Can’t anyone have faith today? The one day I pretend to be an optimist, and everyone’s suddenly acting like dickheads.” She complained. “I want a lot of things, but annoying you might just be it today.”