we've all got light & dark inside of us

Reagan was running. She didn’t know where but the crowd was pushing her in a million different directions. One second Jackson was next to her and the next he was gone. She needed to find him. She needed to find her brother. 

She dug through the crowd until she reached an opening and spotted the tall brown haired boy she’d come to know almost as much as she knew herself. “Jackson! Jacky!”

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Jackson stopped when he heard the sound of her voice, turning around to look at her. He wasn’t concerned about her really. He knew she’d be safe through the night given his connection to him, she just didn’t know that. Still, he placed that look of worry on his face as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “What is it?”

Victor laughed, “Merlin, you want to murder her brother? What did the little twerp do to you?”

“Be alive?” He offered, looking at that. “Isn’t that enough?”

Jayden was running through the streets, his breathing heavy and his mind reeling. “Shit, where is Reagan?” He asked himself, taking a second to breathe as he doubled over to breathe. After a moment he looked up, straightening himself when he saw the dark cloak he knew meant the enemy. He took out his wand and sent out a stunning spell, knowing it wouldn’t be strong enough to hurt anyone right now, just enough to catch their attention. What he wasn’t prepared for was the familiarity of the person who turned around. “Of course you are. Of course this is you.”

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Jackson was pulling his hood over his head when he heard a voice, his attention being torn away when he heard Reagan’s voice. That moment of letting his guard down was enough, because he’d already been seen - and by her brother of all people. “Of course this is me?”

Victor shrugged, “I don’t know. Anyone piss you off lately? Could go for a little petty revenge.”

“Murderous mood much? I’d say Reagan’s brother,” he smirked at him. “But I don’t think that’d get me very many boyfriend points.”

Alicia stood in the shadows of the alleyways watching as destruction happened. She was apart of the attack and it had happened successfully on their half. She turned and looked at the people around her. “You doing okay?”

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“I’m sorry - am I okay?” He gave her a look, lowering his wand. “You act like someone I actually care about died.”

The noise levels had changed around Em suddenly. The calm but noisy atmosphere changed into panicked shrieks and rustled motion all around her. She grabbed onto Jackson’s arm without any warning.

 “What’s happening.” She demanded. “In detail, tell me what’s happening.”

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Jackson frozen when he felt someone grab his arm, lowering his hood when he saw it was Em. “Um, they said it’s Death Eaters. invading Diagon Alley.” He paused. “We should get you somewhere safe, Em.”

Victor let out a breath after Jackson finished cursing someone. “Damn, Krum. Quidditch isn’t the only thing you’ve been practicing, is it?” He stepped over someone stupifyed to get close to the other boy. “Want to have some real fun?”

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He flipped his wand through his fingers and smirked, “Always.” Jackson lowered his hood to look at him. “What did you have in mind?”

He raised his glass to his lips, humming as he pulled it away. “It’s really a shame the Scamander that was killed wasn’t hers. It would have been easier.”

“I know what Durmstrang is.” She chuckled. “I wish my mum had let me transfer before now, especially considering it’s halfway through my seventh year.” 

“Yeah, that kinda sucks. I transferred in my 4th year, so at least I had a few years to adjust.” He nodded at her, “What was the reason they did it so late? If you don’t mind me asking, of course.”

“My family has very strong ideals, and they also don’t like a lot of people.” She figured she would leave it at that, “They’re a pretty good family though, so I guess that’s all that matters.” 

“What about your family? Were they all Ravenclaws?” Ophelia asked, attempting to change the subject.

Jackson looked at her as she spoke, nodding when he registered her change of subject. “My Mum was, yeah. My Dad actually went to Durmstrang. It’s another wizarding school in Scandinavia. I actually went there a couple years myself, but eventually transferred to Hogwarts. Mum’s idea. Durmstrang’s a bit... dark, for want of a better word.”

“Of course, but I’m also in the house that’s known for being evil.” She smirked. “I’m pretty sure from how you’ve described it, my whole family would’ve been in that house if we were from here.” She rolled her eyes. 

“Just a stereotype. Ophelia, right?” He turned to her and smirked, shaking his head. “Don’t let the House stereotypes get to you. It’s ridiculous, if you ask me.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, I thought so too. Guess not. Merry Christmas, right?” Connor laughed shortly before nodding his head to the hall. “Wanna get drunk? Been a while since I’ve done anything dumb. We should fix that.”

“Uh. Yeah,” he followed him. “Get a few drinks in you then explain to me what the hell you just said. Your Dad?”

She nodded her head, “Why’s that? Are you secretly evil?” 

 “Maybe.” He smirked and teased, “But you said you were too, right?”