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Draco’s head hurt too much. His body hurt too much. It seemed that everything hurt too much. Slowly, his sense started to send reports back to his brain. There were bruises and cuts and scrapes and maybe some breaks. He kept his eyes closed, not because he didn’t want to see where he was, but he thought it would hurt too much to open them. Ten seconds passed, and then twenty and thirty, and finally the pain started to pull back like the tide going out. It left his fingers first, and then slowly worked its way up his arm. Draco took a couple of deep breaths and glanced at Weasley’s offered hand, “What? Do you think your the bigger person? A saint? Get the hell away from me! This was all your fault to begin with!” He maliciously swatted his hand away and then started to walk again. He needed to find Madam Poppy Pomfrey for a thorough diagnosis. Every jostle sent ripples of pain through his shoulder, back and neck.  It hurt so bad he could hardly negotiate the raw landscape that strobed in and out of focus all around him. Pain was just an illusory sensation that his mind could shut down if it needed to, he told himself. “Let me guess, you think I deserved this form of punishment? How does that justify your bravery, potter? Or  is your little boyfriend worth the trouble?” He asked as he stumbled backwards into the rough cold wall, letting out a grunt of pain. Shit. Draco instinctively placed his left hand on his rib cage as it began hurting beyond recognition. Something was broken, there was no doubt about it. 

Grabbing his wand from within the depths of his jacket, he jerked it out and steadily pointed it between Potter and Weasley. “Let’s play a game.” He asked sinisterly. Blaise could be heard in the background yelling for him to ‘stop’, ‘it’s not worth the trouble’, ‘cut it out’. And honestly, they were empty words reaching deafening ears. Harry Potter was going to pay for his actions with his life and he had new plans puzzling into his mind in store for Weasley. This could have all been avoided if they left him alone. 

Games give you a chance to excel, and if you're playing in good company you don't even mind if you lose because you had the enjoyment of the company during the course of the game. Quidditch has always been a substantial part of Harry’s life and being crowned Captain of the team by popular demand was a long awaited goal that was gained with pure determination and disciple. It was extremely fun playing a couple rounds on the field with some of his teammates with exceptional permission from Professor Mcgonagall but decided to wrap it up for the night as it was getting too late and he wanted to hang out with his best friend; Fred Weasley. They both had plans to invade the kitchen with intentions of devouring all the desserts in one sitting. It was practically tradition. The first night of Hogwarts required a contest of feasting upon oodles and doodles of sweets without having a urge to expel the continents. This was usually timed and followed by two teams created by the house elves as they egged them on with words of encouragement. It was very brutal. But this ultimately proved the worthy victor of having to be praised with compliments provided through the house elves. 

Harry was in dire need of a shower, after training ruthlessly outside even if it was for kicks and getting back into the groove. He wasn’t allowed to train in his apartment as it was prohibited to use magic outside of Hogwarts and that put a damper in his summer vacation. Plus, there was nowhere to fly his broom without being spotted. Upon finishing, he changed into an ivory pullover hoodie, fitted dark jeans, and white chuck taylor all-star shoes. He was now jogging to his dorm with a bag of dirty clothes in hand. Upon opening the door, he immediately noticed Fred in deep perturbation, “Everything alright? What’s wrong mate? Did something happen?” Asked Harry as he placed his dirty bag on the ground near his bed and moved to get his keys and wallet when Fred explained the situation. Harry didn’t have a family but he considered the Weasley’s as his own family and imagined that’s what it felt like to be surrounded by love. He didn’t think twice when it came to breaking the rules if it meant protecting his family. 

The red 1955 Chevy Bel Air vehicle was parked within the forbidden forest and heavily protected by Hagrid, which took a lot of convincing. They took a pathway that was relatively considered a shortcut to the back roads of Hogsmeade and where in their destination within minutes with the accommodation of speeding in the speed of light. Harry was not proud but it was technically an emergency.

There are three kinds of people in the world. People who make things happen. People who watch things happen and people who say, “What happened?” And Finch was currently asking himself, ‘What just happened?”. It was pretty bizarre that Mia had addressed Oliver with familiarity and inclusiveness, which made him question their relationship further. From his point of view, it felt like they possessed a love/hate bond from the small glimpse of exchange in words but he could simply be jumping to conclusions as he was presently heating up from indignation. Oliver Turner was known to be in the Serpents as a forerunner for the gang without questions asked and Finch had helped on occasion to do errand boy jobs. This is how both of them created a silent armistice agreement during their deliveries to prevent any unwanted causalities. However, Finch had broken that truce when he accidentally messed up on a dispatch that involved cannabis that needed to be delivered to the North Side by midnight but he had unintentionally placed it in the wrong sector. The buyer caught flight of the situation and they were demanding a punishment be organized for the member that screwed up. Finch didn’t know what was in store for him. He had attended school like any other habitual day until Oliver stealthily appeared behind him to pummel the living lights out of the defenseless blonde by repeatedly smashing his face into the lockers. The one-sided fight was later intervened by Miss Grundy after a crowd of students kept egging on the brawl, which had been recorded with cellphones to capture the unforeseen hostile act. Oliver deliberately clobbered Finch as a warning for future reference, because he had taken the blame when he didn’t have to and now the Serpents were going to teach Oliver a lesson in place of Finch. Till this day, Finch doesn’t know why he got beaten up and has ever since had beef with mcfucking ginger.

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Oliver roughly gritted his teeth to hold back from retaliating, because deep down he knew Mia wanted retributive justice. Yet, acting oblivious to their state of affairs and dumbfounded about a past relationship that he considered void was part of his constructive act that denoted of his reputation. Her sudden outlash was to be expected but he wasn’t mentally prepared for it as he planned to disregard the problem altogether. But upon listening to vital information that Mia was withholding with vindictive intentions had sent Oliver over the roof. It was something he wasn’t willing to accept without a proper fight.

“WAIT! STOP!” Oliver yelled, thrusting Finch harshly to the side in order to rush inside the house. This action caused Mia to be pushed backwards into the shattered glass that Oli wasn’t made aware of. He quickly gripped Mia by both her arms with immense strength he wasn’t aware was being inflicted. “What did you hear?! Tell me! This isn’t some game we’re playing! She could be in trouble!” His hands had tightened with anticipation, wanting her to answer him in pure honesty even though he didn’t deserve it. “You’re a smart girl, I know you are! Just help me out. You love me right? Then do this for me!” He pleaded, tears building up in fear of losing Violet. Her car was found on the outskirts of Riverdale with her purse and cellphone still residing inside. Oliver softened his grasp as he stared at her. “Please”

Clearly not expecting the situation before his eyes occur, Finch had taken a while to allow the whole thing to process before he reacted accordingly. He was not one to meddle into personal affairs, but, this clearly involved his childhood friend Mia who appeared to be mortified by the person who beat him up about a month ago. It’s the pretentious asshole that he despised since day one-- mcfucking ginger boy. Without a moments hesitation, Finch grew the pair of balls he needed to immediately get in Oliver’s face and yank his disgusting hands off Mia. “Dude! What the hell are you doing?! Don’t you see she’s injured you dumbass!” His voice carried the anger he felt boiling inside his body. It was coursing at a rate that almost made him see red. 

Taking the chance to push Oliver out of the way, he turned around and quickly scanned Mia’s body for any other sort of injury besides her most obvious one-- Her foot. “Are you okay? He didn’t grab you too hard did he?” Before he even bothered to hear her response, his eyes landed on the already yellowing bruises that were forming on her arms. Oh, did this trigger him even more. He didn’t even care about morality at this point. He wanted to get his hands on Oliver for even laying one finger on Mia after what he did to her. 

We Are Twitter Based AU Closed Agency With Family Concept. 

✨ Explanation Family tree is based on year of birth of the face-claimed. 👴👵 ≤80 👨 for ≤90 👩 for ≤91 👦 for ≥92 👧 for ≥92 👶 no baby. For example, you are using Kim Joonmyun (EXO Suho) as fc who is born in 1990, you will be the father but you cannot be the son. And so do the others. (p.s. For 👨 fc who born in 1991, you can choose whether you want to be the father or son.)