Into The Fire

She pushes Remy in a slight manner away to come in contact face to face. “Yeah, that’s all touching and a bit mushy even for your taste, but I suggest we skip to the chase and make this hot and messy.” Her eyes expand towards a certain expression whilst nodding her head. A signal from her hand gesture whirling around with her index finger to speed things up just to get this ‘thing’ over and done with.

Straight down to it then? So forward yet it was probably for the best. There was nothing wrong with a quick bit of fun here and there. They were two young, single and free spirits, what was the harm? Remy laughed softly and crossed his arms at the bottom of his red cotton v-neck shirt and pulled it off over his head. He let it drop to the floor showing off his chiseled body. There was one thing other than dragons he loved and that was keeping fit. He wasn’t one to body build and attempt to have a six pack or any of that rubbish. But he was in very toned and good shape.

Remy placed one hand softly on the back of her head and brought his head forward meeting her lips with his, kissing her slowly but tastefully. He deepened the kiss once he got going and let his other hand move to her shoulder, slowly tracing its way down her arm and finally wrapping itself around her waist.

“Ofcourse I’m not going to do anything.” The young lad chuckles to himself seeing the expression on Remy’s face. “Nothing because I have more of this in my head,” he pokes his temples whilst looking at him in his eyes. “Then the poor state of mind that in that thick skull in there.” He then flicks Remy’s forehead and grins to himself.

The physical contact was too much for him to handle. Remy reached by shoving Fabian into the wall with his arm pinning him against the solid wall. He pulled his wand out with his free arm and shoved the ebony tip under the other boy’s chin. “I won’t ask again, Prewett. Apologise or you’ll be spending a week in the Hospital Wing, you get me?”

Lily smiled akwardly. “Even though I have read something about dragons, I have no idea which dragon is the one you mentioned, but I’m sure it is as cool as you say” she said, moving a lock of her behind her ear. At his comment on Aurors, Lily smirked a bit. He was farily right. “Of course catching bad wizards would be cool” Lily said, keeping her eyes on her drink. “And I could be useful, but I have this little… feeling, I guess, which keeps pulling me towards Herbology… and I really like Herbology, but I won’t be really useful there”. Lily chuckled, taking a sip. “Growing plants isn’t exactly the best way to defend the Wizarding world”

Remy laughed softly, amused at her lack of knowledge on dragons. Not that he could blame her, he wasn’t going to know all about Muggle Studies or which kind of tarot card is the best to use in Divination. His eyes watched as she brushed her hair behind her ear and he bit his lip slightly. Lily was definitely recognisable by her hair but he had never noticed just how shiny it was before. 

“Herbology, eh?” His face flooded with surprise by that answer. Personally, he found Herbology terribly dull. Who cared about plants? They didn’t do anything apart from sit there, in his personal opinion. “Come on Evans, don’t sell yourself short. Plants have got some uses, haven’t they? I’m sure a lot of remedies for potions come from Wiccan Willows or something.” He grinned, shaking his head at the absurdity of plants. “Not to mention, the best plant going is dangerous. Venomous Tentacula can be very dangerous. I got bit by one once when I was younger, thought I was a goner.” Remy added with a dry chuckle. “Do what makes you happy, I say.”

Lily widened her eyes, smiling surprised. “Dragonologist? That’s cool! Dragons have always amazed me…” she said, drinking the drink he placed in front of her. “But still, you’re cocktails are awesome!” she added with a smile. At his question Lily tapped his fingers on her goblet. “What about me…” she whispered with a sigh, before answering. “I think I’m gonna become a Auror. I’m still not totally sure though. You know, there are so many possibilities out there…”

Remy nodded proudly at her surprise. “They’re interesting creatures. Hagrid actually gave me some good advice about handling them. He’s read loads on them and probably knows more about a dragon than most people in the castle. For me? The Chinese Fireball is definitely the coolest.” He took another sip of his drink and beamed proudly at her compliment. It was nice to hear admiration without his usual stupid antics. “Auror? Tight.” He grinned. “What makes you think about something else? Is catching bad wizards not that one thing that gets you out of bed in the morning?” He asked curiously. 

Bella thinks about her situation for a bit. Maybe she could easily manipulate to making a fool of Remy. After all, she wouldn’t want to be caught dead in the scene, especially infront of the ghost. Her arms begin to ring around his neck. “Nope, we’ll stay here…for now, love.”

Remy smirked as her arms formed around his neck. He gently placed both hands on her lower back and looked into her eyes. “Stunning eyes, Bellatrix. Anyone ever told you thought? Never got to see ‘em this close before and if I do say so myself, they’re stunning.” He shifted his weight on the sink as that it wasn’t digging into his back and lent forward to kiss her neck with delicate precision.

Fabian rolled his eyes. “Sorry my arse. Thanks for wasting five shitty minutes of my life with you immature actions. I suggest next tie you want to pull something off, think before you do such a thing.” He was beginning to get fed up of Remy’s ways.

Remy turned his head to look at Fabian and took a step close to him so that they were inches from each other. He stared him down and then his eyes drifted down his body and back up to meet his eyes sizing him up. “What’re you going to do, Prewett? Come on. What’re you going to do?” He said shoving him into a wall. “Nothing. ‘Cause you’re pathetic.” He tutted mockingly.

Will looked over at him, admittedly he hadn’t told anyone because he’d gone against his father’s wishes. He knew he’d face his father’s wrath if he knew he was ‘wasting his life on a game’. His jaw clenched in fear of the situation, he decided not to speak on it further. It was just a try out, it was only that, nothing special as he kept telling himself. Will preferred to ignore the whole matter.

At the sense of something in his close surrounds, he felt goosebumps and immediately looked to see the oncoming threat he’d recognised. It came with being a beater. Before he knew it he’d been knocked onto his back with a force that shifted the air from his lungs. The punch went unnoticed mainly until a large jolt of pain ran up the side of his face. Managing to draw in a heavy gasp, the snake coughed quickly doing his best to regain his breath.

The pierce of a wand being pressed into his skin caused him to grit his teeth. A hand reaching up, Will grabbed onto his wand and began bending it away from him. “No, I won’t tell lies,” he spat back. “Your mother is right where she belongs,” he growled before straining against the tension on the wooden wand. Grunting in frustration, it soon rose to an aggressive yell through clenched teeth. The pointed end was becoming more intrusive and painful but he wouldn’t give in. Reaching over with his other hand, he broke the piece in two before gripping the Gryffindor’s shirt. “Call me that again,” he glared. The nickname only brought further anger out in him. 

Remy heard the snap before he saw what the other had done. He looked down at his broken wand and saw red. “YOU’LL PAY FOR THAT!” He raised his fist and landed another shot square in his left eye. He brought his hand up again and hit the same spot twice, his knuckles cracking under the force. 

“Given it was going for my head, that’s not entirely good form,” he answered back. He’d rightfully ducked, the bat was near his waist. How was he supposed to his something so close to his face?

Will nodded along sarcastically as he looked away, completely amused by his words and not taking even a single one of them seriously. “Uh-huh, yeah, sure you would be,” he mocked. “And what’s saying I’m not? I got an offer to try out, so I can take my last few months here with leisure before I even consider that as an option,” he spoke back with arrogance. “No, no, you were removed for foul play and cheating. Tampering of equipment is a punishable offence. Shame you’re messy and got caught. Wow, can’t play well enough that you have to cheat and then can’t even cheat well. To be quite honest… I’m not even surprised,” he scoffed.

“Sure, all talk as per usual,” he nodded, unconvinced by the threat. 

He flicked his wand and send the bludger into the box, the clasps grappling shut around the little devil. The name ran tension up his spine as he craned his neck. Kneeling over the box, he adjusted the restraints on the two bludgers by hand, to make sure they were secure.

“God you really just as crazy as your mother aren’t you? What do they say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree? Yeah they got that right with your family. You father didn’t even stick around. Guess he new how screwed up you were and saw the chance to flee. Can’t blame him really.” 

Remy laughed as Will spoke back to him, he seemed so determined to correct him. “Willy, if you had an offer from a team the whole bloody castle would have heard about it by now. You’re ego can’t keep a secret.” He scoffed mockingly. “Call it whatever you like Wood, you were still the clumsy one that got in the way of a bludger. Maybe you should be a Chaser instead, you don’t seem to have a lot of luck with bludgers, do ya’ mate?” He smirked before saying in a mocking voice and a patronising face. “I’m not even surprised.” 

Remy bit his tongue and aimed his broom’s handle at Will, he darted forwards and leapt off the broomstick colliding into Will pinning him to the ground. He raised his arm high and put all his force into a solid, square punch, into the other boy’s jaw. “Don’t you dare talk about my mother that way, you filthy lanky git.” He pulled his wand out of it’s belt and pressed the tip of it against his cheek, his legs straddled on top of Will. “Apologise.” He hissed darkly, his fingers itching to fire a spell into him. 

Will looked up at him in the corner of his eyes; the other was insufferable. 

“You’re pathetic,” he scoffed as he took the words as a compliment. Honestly he tried too hard, it was sickening really, all Will saw it as was a desperate cry for attention. 

“I’m talking about school, my quidditch career at school nitwit. I’m training to be an auror. Why you jealous just because I have more of a shot than you?” he smirked with a small huff of amused laughter. He couldn’t tolerate the pettiness of this Gryffindor.

The Captain glanced up when he rode off on his broom, his eyes had been on the bludger but now Remmy had it. Could he leave anything alone? Did he have to interfere with everything? Will sighed as he dropped his bat and held it loosely in his grip. He was losing patience, he just wanted to go back to his dorm at this point. It wasn’t worth staying out here any longer. 

When the other boy shouted, Will looked up to see a bludger coming his way. His breath was quickly locked in a gasp as he ducked his head to just avoid it. “Are you fucking insane?” he snapped at him. Now he was good with bludgers, yet there was still something terrifying about a 149 pound, iron ball hurtling at you when you were unprepared to defend yourself.

“You’re a fucking nut job, no wonder you were kicked off the team,” he snapped. “I’m sure your parents would be very proud of how you turned out,” he muttered as he drew his wand to summon the bludger. Will hadn’t much patience left, he’d had enough so he was going inside.

Remy laughed as Will ducked, so much so he had to steady himself on his broomstick. His laugh was loud and booming, the kind of laugh that game from the gut. He wiped a small tear away from his eyes and shook his head at the other boy. “Pathetic. You were supposed to hit it, Wood not duck!” He tittered. 

He flew down towards Will and floated above his eye line staring him down. “For your information Wood, if I wanted a career in Quidditch, I’d be doing it. I wouldn’t be here, I’d be busting my hump applying to the teams across the country. Another thing, I was removed from the team because it seems like the old bat McGonagall has a soft spot for you, don’t get why. You’re nothing special.” He turned on his broomstick to take off back up the pitch but then turned back to face Will. “Oh, and one more thing. Chat shit about my parents and It’ll be something worse than a bludger hitting you next time. You’ll be waking up in St. Mungo’s, not the Hospital Wing. You got that Willy Wood?” He smirked giving him a mocking wave as he sped back off towards the goal posts. He did three laps of the posts and then sped over to the other goals to do the same.

Lily raised a brow, with a little smile. “I think I’ll go for the Archers one” she said. “As I said, I don’t want headaches tomorrow and I don’t really like pumpkin juice…” she explained quickly. “But how do you know so well about cocktails? Are you training to be a bartender after school or what?” she asked, tilting a bit her head with curiosity.

Remy laughed and shook his head. “Not at all. No. It’s just something I like to watch in my spare time. Videos how to mix drinks and what tastes the best in terms of mixing drinks.” He shrugged at his little hobby as he set to work on the drink. “I’m gonna be a Dragonologist when I leave here.” He said proudly, passing Lily the drink. “What about you Lily?” He asked, sipping his own goblet.

Bella rolls her eyes when she hears Remy pulling a french accent. She continues to follow him with her arms folded and sees him enter to a familiar place. She looks stands there for a second seeing Remy getting comfortable against the sink. “You aren’t being serious are you?” Acknowledging that Moaning Myrtle will pop up any minute was least of her worries. “You don’t actually think we are going to do anything in her?” She steps forward at Remy with her voice getting cold, looking straight at him. Another look was whirled around in the bathroom; Bella pulls a disgust face.

Remy looked around confused. “What?” He looked over his shoulder and then back at Bellatrix. “Would you prefer the Men’s loo?” He asked. In all his time at Hogwarts, Remy had never heard of Moaning Myrtle nor her bathroom. He had only chosen this one due to its closeness and probability of it being the quietest. In his mind, if any bathroom was going to be used it would have been the ones of the first floor as they were closer to the party. “Do you want to pick the location, love?” He smirked.

“Wow using your wand against me. That’s pretty funny because I have one too!” Fabian perks up his wand and places it back. “But to be frank Remy, if you are going to pull some childish hex against me go ahead. It just proves you are more weaker.” He shrugged. 

Remy watched as he pulled his wand out and sighed with exhaustion. Did he really think he had a chance of taking him on? “I’m not going to hex you in the library Prewett, that’s far too reckless. If I wanted to hex you, I’d do it outside where more people could see you make a fool of yourself.” He smirked replacing his wand back into his belt. “I find it very rude of you not to apologise but so be it.” He said tutting mockingly.

“I don’t need to try anything. Now whether you like me when i’m angry or not… Only you know that.” Rabastan smirked as he finished his drink and crossed his arms behind his back “Oh? That’s odd. Was it not you that came here to talk to me? Or attempt to start a fight you can’t win, more like.” he rolled his eyes “You don’t intimidate me, Perrot, so cut it out and keep walking.”

Remy rolled his eyes so hard into the back of his head he felt a twinge of pain. “You’re boring Lestrange. Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is and try and make me care?” He said as he headed towards the Grand Staircase. “Until that time, we have nothing to discuss.”

Will rolled his eyes, “No, I don’t. Unlike you, I have a game in a few weeks. The last thing I want to do is risk an injury from some cheat like you,” he huffed. “Rem,  please, stop trying so hard.”

The Slytherin looked back at him and ruffled his hair up, “If you think you could play properly without cheating, then I’d gladly throw a quaffle around with you but you’re unpredictable and dangerous and I’m not risking my quidditch career on you,” he spoke honestly before watching the bludger. He sighed heavily before reading his bat to beat it again.

“Cheat? Me? Never.” He smirked knowing full well that he would cheat again at another given moment. “Dangerous? Why, thank you. I never saw myself as dangerous but I will take that as a compliment.” Remy couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the next comment. “Give it a rest Wood, you’ve got as much chance of having a Quidditch career as you do Dumbeldore walking the corridors naked.” Remy swung his broom around and darted towards the bludger catching it into his arms. He struggled on his broom with it but aimed it at Will and released it from his grasp, watching the brown ball fly towards him. “CATCH!” He shouted.

“My feelings? That’s cute. You think i have those?” He stated as he tilted his head to the side slightly “When and where?” he agreed “Just make sure you remember i won’t stop myself from laughing if you run off crying.” he shook his head “What’s your deal with me, anyway?”

Remy rolled his eyes. “Trying the tough guy act are we? ‘I don’t have feelings’, please. You’ll be telling me next I wouldn’t like you when you’re angry!” He laughed. “I don’t have the time to waste on you Lestrange. Keep out of my face next time otherwise you’ll be the one running home crying.” He spat.

Barty looked over at whomever it was that had decided to come over. “I’m not in the mood, Perrot” he groaned a little. What had started out as fun had turned into a pounding headache and spinning room..not to mention the way the colors seemed to be that much brighter, which was contributing to the headache. Then there was the music. “so go away unless you want to help me murder whoever decided on this music or you have something to make my head stop feeling like it’s going to implode”

Remy smirked and stood next to him looking him up and down. He looked in a state, clearly Crouch couldn’t hold his booze. His eyes drifted over to the place the music was coming from and then back down to Barty. “So, who’re we killing and how’re doing this?” He asked, taking a sip of his drink.