what if i lose it all?

“Where are those hiding?” She teased as she reached up to grab onto his hand from around her shoulder. “Well yeah, but we knew about them. I kind of dated one of them and Lockhart’s been insane since second year. And Al,” she shrugged, “I don’t even know what’s happening there.”

She shot her brother a wink. “I only try to please.”

“Do you want me to take off my shirt? Because it sounds like you want me to take off my shirt.” Silas said moving to pretend to unbutton his top buttons. “And Al’s the Slytherin girl’s brother, innit? That’s not weird?”

Amelia burst out in laughter. “For a twat you can be pretty terrifying sometimes.” She rolled her eyes. “Uh huh, right. Name all the people drooling over me besides the wanker.”

“He always avoids lemon merengue in the Great Hall, just thought you’d like to know for some reason,” she winked.

“It’s all the muscles.” He said, still smiling as he tossed a lazy arm over his sister’s shoulders. “The Slytherin girl was for a while, then there’s always more twats like Lockhart. There’s Al. He’s awful fond of you now.”

Normally, she’d easily have told Si to let her fight her own battles, but she was more than happy to see the other Ravenclaw balk at the sight of her brother storming towards them. “I give you full permission to punch him next time he’s this much of a wanker.”

“He didn’t try anything past annoying me, thank Merlin, but I swear he’s going to have so many hexes put on him next time he irks me that Pomfrey won’t know how to fix him.”

Silas watched the weasel skulk away, still broad-chested and angry looking. When he was sure the boy had vanished around the corner, Silas broke into his usual smile. “Honestly, you’re either going to have to start getting ugly, stupid, or annoying. M’not a fan of all the people drooling over you.”

“Gilderoy, I don’t care that it’s Valentine’s Day. I don’t give a shit that it’s Valentine’s Day. You’re still a prat. Please leave.” 

“Oi, Lockhart. What d’you not understand about no? Do I need to teach you what it means, myself?”

“You’re a potential fish in men’s clothing with a burning piece of crap in your mouth. I see fire, I put it out.” She pointed her wand at the cigarette, “your choice, Sasquatch.”

“If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine.”

“And she did something that friends aren’t supposed to do,” Pippa shrugged, “I’m still smart, I’m just also still mad. I’ll get over it when I get over it.”

“You’re disgusting,” she exclaimed, immediately moving to the opposite side of the couch from him. “You’re supposed to brush your teeth for at least two minutes. How is it that you do not know this?”

“I think you’re over-reacting. Both of you are. I think if you tried to get over it sooner, everyone would be happier for it.”

“Well, I don’t see either of those things happening right now, so I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to get used to it.”

“Please, do not even joke about that with me. It’s so not funny.”

“Oh, come on. She’s my sister, and your friend. You two need to talk and work it out, because that’s what friends are supposed to do. I shouldn’t even have to tell you that. You’re supposed to be the smart ones!”

“Let’s not talk about that, okay? It’s complicated and basically all that people want to talk to me about. It’s infuriating,” she replied, shaking her head. “Amelia doesn’t count. We’re not friends right now.”

“If you brush your teeth for a solid four minutes, then we can definitely talk.”

“Alright. We won’t talk about it, but you should maybe consider forgiveness. You’re very good at it.” Silas said with a smile. “Speaking of that, I hate it. So you two need to make up, like, yesterday.”

“It doesn’t change anything. He’s an asshole,” she retorted, still mad that she’d not been able to call off the betrothal on her own terms. “Well you don’t trust any of my friends, so I’m not exactly surprised.”

“Not brushing your teeth is a deal breaker.”

“How’s he an asshole? You didn’t want to marry him anyway. Isn’t this what’s best for the both of you?” Silas asked, entirely confused to the situation. “I trust me, and I trust Ames, and I trust Greta. I’m less inclined to trust the guys that I know talk more locker talk than I do. I’m a pig, Pip.”

“No, he’s one of the worst people that I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting. He’s best friends with Vanity, Lestrange, and Black. That makes him awful purely by association,” she retorted, “Chris isn’t doing that. We haven’t even had sex.”

“You have to brush your teeth at least twice before I consider that offer.”

“In all fairness, he’s related to one of them, and his twin sister is engaged to the other. He’s not like them at all, though. Honestly, he’s probably more down to earth than I am. I like him, personally.” Silas laughed a bit too loudly at her last comment. “Yeah, alright. We’ll see. I wouldn’t trust him.”

“He not that bad,” she rolled her eyes, “And they’re both better than Talkalot, so I don’t really care.”

“I might consider it after you’ve brushed your teeth at least four times.”

“C’mon. Talkalot was over for the holidays. He’s really not so bad once you get him away from that brood of his. He’s a nice lad, and he’s not trying to stick his willy into everyone near him.”

Silas: Getting dressed.

Pippa: Why?

“Flint,” she replied with a shrug, “And Thorfinn and I aren’t a thing. We never really were. He was just a friend and we messed around a few times.”

“Not when you smell like cigarettes, I don’t.”

“Flint? That prat? Seriously? Pips, you have a type.” Silas sighed and shook his head, but a smile kept on his face. He didn’t want to get in a fight like last time. “At least it’s not Thorfinn, I guess. He’s not good news, either.”