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As Chryson began to speak, Xander took a single cigarette from his pack, nodding his head once in thanks. His telling of the dorm memory caused a sad smile to press onto his lips. Their roommate should have been here. He deserved to be, for Mariela. With the window open, a crisp autumn breeze filtered into the room and across his skin. The cigarette remained unlit between his fingers, Xander yet to reach for his wand to light it. He instead looked forward at the stars in the distance. Then with a breath, he spoke quietly, his words meant just for them. âZelus never could stay away from my nightstand.â The guise was abandoned. Speaking to his old friend- and Xander would have called him that- was more important.
It took a moment for the true meaning of the words to hit Chryson. The moment then did, his head whipped toward Xander, staring his friend up and down before a smile settled on his face. âAnd you could never stay away from his cigarettes. It was a vicious cycle.â The smile didnât last long, sliding away at the thought of Zelus and the easier days. âHe should be here for Mariela tonight. Darius too.â His eyes dropped to the ground for a moment before he looked up to the stars. âItâs really good to see you.â The words were low, honest. If Xander was wearing someone elseâs face, then there was someone at the party who he didnât want to know his identity. Chryson wouldnât be the one to spill it. Talking loudly with too much familiarity was practically inviting someone to overhead. âPolyjuice, I assume? Who are you tonight?âÂ



















