See now Jakub had this mindset that he, like many others, was the best, especially when it came to this flea market knock off. Compared to him, the one and only, this wannabe was nothing but the dirt under his boot. Yet of course that wasn’t the reason Jakub hated him, that was a bit deeper. Now Prank had did something to him, it seemed almost intentional, he stole her away from him, he took Mallory from him, proving to be a distraction to her, the thing that pulled her attention away from him! 

THAT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO FUCKING HAPPEN, SHE WAS HIS SISTER, PRANK COULDN’T FUCKING TOUCH HER.

Rated: T (PG-13)

Prompt #77 - “Gryffindor!Draco, Slytherin!Hermione, AU, Expelliarmus; Squicks: angst, sad ending”

Summary: A matchmaking attempt turns into a prank war.

In all honesty, Vince hadn’t really been paying attention to who he was talking to. He was just rambling out loud, the way he sometimes did after a couple of drinks. He glanced over at the blue-haired male who had responded to him, eyes flicking up and down over him before focusing in on the smirk. In a moment, Vince offered the other male a crooked grin as he reached into his shirt pocket and withdrew a pack of cigarettes. He tapped one out and put it between his lips before returning the pack to his pocket. He reached into his black jeans and pulled out his lighter. He was taking his time responding, though his shoulders were shrugging in quiet laughter. He lit his cigarette and tucked the lighter away, taking a long drag before pulling the cigarette away from his lips. He focused his attention on the other male now.

Pale fingers ran across the keyboard, eyes scanning the screen, the light from it illuminating the room. He was of course on Tore, the deep web app in which he spent most of his time. It kept him up to date with the recent drug imports, crimes, and of course his favorite, new methods of murder. Yet every now and then, while scrolling about forums and such, he would come across something that caught his attention, this time it was something he wouldn’t have ever thought of. Now the ad he had come across was rather unusual, it asked for something few people would dare to do. It was asking for people to rob a bank, something that would give someone like Claude such a thrill. Out of curiosity he clicked on it, ignoring warnings his father had burned into his mind, oh don’t do this, don’t do that, don’t kill people, don’t sell drugs, don’t rob a bank, even though he preformed each one himself, well history was bound to repeat itself. With sudden movements he clicked on the ad, bringing him into a chat.

[ Thanatos has entered the chat ]

On his screen appeared two other icons, both of which were blurry, and their names were crossed out, making them unreadable. He blinked in confusion, dragging the cursor over to one of them, clicking it to see if would do anything.

Claude sighed softly, hands cupped gently around the steaming styrofoam cup, filled to the brim with coffee about as bitter as it could get. A small grin pulled at his lips, eyes staring at the boy before him, there of course was something about the blue haired individual before him that pulled at his curiosity. Yet what was it, the way he walked, presented himself, or just his overall being? He sipped from the cup, still watching Prank as he walked closer to him. Yet before the clown obsessed child could walk past him, he stepped in his way, making sure he couldn’t get past.