I'm no savior of yours and you're no friend of mine

     Callan smiled, amused. “No, I haven’t been awake that long. The only thing I’ve done is get coffee.” When he found her laptop, he cleared her desk to put it down. He plugged the laptop in and turned it on. Grabbing his coffee, he sat down beside Esma on the couch. “Did you have fun last night?” Callan knew about the party and he could have gone, but he really wanted to continue reading the book he was very into.

“Mhmm, sure.” Esma took a sip of the coffee he woke up for and watched Callan set up her workspace. An wandering thought that she probably didn’t deserve all of this was chased away when she remembered how boring this assignment was going to be. 

“From what I remember? Yeah,” Esma gave him a lazy grin and leaned back, hoping the conversation could help her put off actually doing her work for a bit. “How come you didn’t come out? You probably had everything done and turned in early. Tell me I’m wrong.”

     “I already did,” he said meekly because he knew she didn’t really meant it. Callan followed her inside and set his coffee down before he looked for her textbooks. “It’s nine,” he answered. “Where’s your laptop?”

Esma scrunched up her nose, of course he had. “Nine? Oh fuck,” she had an assignment due at noon and an exam around two. “It’s uh... on the table?” Possibly under the table. Possibly being used to hold the plate that contained the remains of the regrettable hot pocket she’d heated up last night after she came home. The couch (it was a futon, just admit it was a futon) wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it had a blanket Ezma could wrap around herself while she tried to wake up. “How long have you been up anyway? Three hours? You would get up at six. That’s the devil’s hour, you know.”

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Nora made a beeline for Mason once she managed to get onto the tour bus and away from the fans that had been clawing at them. Thankfully, neither of them had it as bad as Declan, who was still outside getting mobbed and probably losing his shirt for it. A shame, really, it was a nice shirt. Declan, however, she couldn’t care less about. Adi was waving at a few fans from her window, whereas Leo had been tucked away in her bunk for a while now, as though her sixth sense had kicked in when they’d all decided to go out after the show that night. Or she’d seen Mason’s snapchat letting their fans know where the band was. They hadn’t lasted more than a few drinks after that. 

She glared at Mason when he finally fessed up with an innocent shrug of the shoulders that would have looked ridiculous on anyone else. Her anger dwindles at the puppy dog eyes he makes and she has to work to keep a laugh from coming out so she can maintain her frown. When he opens up his arms and offers, “We should just hug this out,” she finally breaks, her chuckles coming through as Declan starts to frantically knock against their door. Adi lets Delan in and Nora lets Mason pull her in. It’s a toss up who’s more surprised at her giving in, but these days the red hot anger that fills her seems to come and go easily. 

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          “You know what, yeah. That’s a good idea. But it’s going to smell even worse if we have to come back inside. But wait a sec.” She stepped away for a moment and returned with another apple beer. She gave him the bottle. “If you don’t like it, I want it.” She pointed to herself and then headed for the deck.

For a second, he wondered if that was just her way of ditching him, which, that seemed fair. Theo reasoned that if she wasn’t back in ten minutes it’d be fine to move on, but she came back a lot quicker than he thought she would. He wouldn’t say he was relieved to see her come back right away, but an easy smile slid onto his face when she came back into view. “Thanks,” he said taking the bottle in one hand and following her out to the deck. 

It wasn’t too cold out but Kaleb had lit up a few gas heaters earlier in the day. “This seems safe,” he said with a wince. "Hopefully no one in there decides to come and test how flammable they are.” 

Sirius grunted as his legs hit the ground again. He didn’t like going outside. Even if he’d been cleared of all charges, the neighbors still gave him strange looks, and if they had children, they were apt to gather them up by the forearms and frog march them as far away as possible. But it was dark outside, and if he wore his hoody–or if he went as Snuffles…well, it would be nice to go to bed (or at least try to go to bed) without the awful sound of a fire alarm that sounded so much like deadly spells or explosions. 

“I’ve always wanted a firealarm,” he said truthfully. “Almost like magic, don’t you think? Should be helpful, if you set the couch on fire next time you’re angry.” He figured it would happen sooner or later. He downed the rest of his beer then stood up, pointing his wand at the TV remote and transfigured it into an ax. 

She rolled her eyes at the fire jab. So who hadn’t set a few things on fire in a fit of completely legitimate and justified rage? It wasn’t her fault The Weird Sisters had been on the brink of breaking up. Besides, she didn’t think that’s how fire alarms worked anyway. If she was the one who set the fire, she would already know. What would it need to alarm her to?

“Dude, what the fuck?” Florence’s boot-clad feet dropped back onto the floor at the sheer audacity of him transfiguring her remote. And so she could stand up. “You know how hard it is to find electronics that don’t die around magic! You’d better fucking hope your transfiguration is good enough to change it back or you’re getting me a new one,” she grumbled. But... Axes. She couldn’t be that mad if she got an ax. A quick transfiguration on a nearby book was a close approximation to what she thought a firefighter’s helmet looked like. It wouldn’t hold up for too long, but long enough to scare the shit out of her neighbors. “I’m taking this.” Florence grabbed the ax from Sirius and the look on her face dared him to take it back. “Now let’s go get you a fire alarm, and get me some peace and quiet. I’m sure it’ll be a lovely way to meet our new neighbor.”