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Severus lurched to the side, sticking his arm out and falling partially onto his side when Walden kicked him. He huffed and looked up, glaring at the boy as he slowly got to his feet and brushed his trousers off. 

Tough love didn’t work so well when it was the only kind of love you got. His gaze wandered to the door for a moment, tempted to walk out and just go to bed early for once, but he decided to throw the boy a bone instead. “You know I can fight. If you want me to practice so badly, let me be your target and I’ll work on defense. That way, it doesn’t matter if my aim is off.” Severus took a few steps forward and bent down, reaching to pick up his wand.

Walden rolled his eyes and scoffed, obviously peeved with Severus complaining. “Stop talking and just prove it,” he huffed. “Fucking twat,” he added under his breath as he marched back to his position. Walden used to enjoy Severus having a snarky little mouth but today, it grated at Walden. Unfortunately for him, Severus’ irritability was contagious. It was hardly going to be a challenge for Walden, but at the moment, all he cared was flinging spells one after the other towards Severus. 

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The cogs turned slowly in his brain. If he obeyed, then what? He’d conjure energy and focus out of nowhere and sweep Walden off his feet? It was more likely he’d trip over his own robes and give himself a concussion. Not that he would have minded the mandatory week of rest.

He averted his gaze, staring down at the boy’s shoes as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You know I hate that name,” Severus muttered, playing with a loose piece of thread on his shirt. “You’re not my enemy, so what’s wrong with taking a breather? Maybe you haven’t been in the loop, but darling Mulci has had me running around in the dead of night for weeks now. I’m a bit fucking tired at this point.” Still, he didn’t move from the ground, but he slowly looked up at Walden with sunken eyes practically dripping with exhaustion.

Walden was almost too astonished to speak. Severus always had the reputation of being pathetic but the Ravenclaw thought that he should have at least outgrown that by now. “Well too fucking bad, Snape. I don’t fucking care. Get up.”

It won’t give up, it wants me dead; 

Goddamn this noise inside my head. 

11.03.78 || Room of Requirement || 9:31pm

His wand moved like it was controlled by a severed hand. Twitchy, slow, off-target; like rigor mortis curled his fingers in so tightly that his dirty nails dug into the delicate skin on his palm. By his fifth missed spell, the feeling of failure overcame him, and he stepped off of his end of the dueling mat to toss his wand on the concrete floor and let his head fall into his hands as he walked to the corner of the room.

“I need a fucking break. Water, or something, I don’t know - everything’s… Blurry.” It didn’t help that sleep had evaded him on the nights that Mulciber had allowed him to stay in bed, where the nightmares played on repeat every time he even blinked. His soul was shattered, smashed into pieces and ground into dust, and it was showing. Was he thinner than usual? Paler? Eyes more sunken in? Quieter? Jumpier? He didn’t feel human, and he wasn’t sure that he was even alive anymore. If this was Hell, the Devil had done a fine job.

He went and sat against the wall, letting his head lean back and his hair fall away from his eyes as he stared up at the ceiling and tried to breathe slowly to let his body relax. “Maybe today wasn’t the best day for this. I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

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Let no one ever say that Walden only ever played hard and didn’t work at all. The chaos in school has ebbed. Things were more or less calm on Walden’s end which made him restless. Mulciber did ask him once or twice to join his excursions but Walden always refused. Thoughtless and baseless killing was never Walden’s cup of tea. To ease his restlessness, Walden called Severus to the mat for a couple of bouts. But instead of getting stimulated, Walden ended up only getting frustrated at how easy it was to disarm the Slytherin with his slower reaction time and missed spells.

“Fucking hell, Snape!” Walden snapped as the other boy walked off. The boy in front of him wasn’t the same one whom he met in the very same room to practice a spell just over a year ago. Gone, or so it seemed, was the boy who was so eager to join them in the ranks. All what’s left was a pathetic shell.

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Davey wasn’t the type to dance. Yes, he loved parties and he loved being in places that were full of loud music, alcohol, and people – dancing just wasn’t something he did often. He was all limbs and awkward movements, preferring to jump around and bang his head to whatever beat was happening. But there wasn’t enough room for that and with Walden dancing against him, Davey definitely didn’t want to dance around like an idiot. 

Especially when it seemed that he won’t be leaving this party alone and that sounded better than making a fool of himself. Davey’s smile didn’t fade, staying on his lips as he watched Walden, listening to his words. He had forgotten that he hadn’t even wished the birthday girl a happy birthday yet. “I’m willing if you are,” he started, looking up at the Ravenclaw with one raised eyebrow. “Which if you’re asking, I take it that you are.” A hand reached out for Walden’s as Davey began moving towards the portrait hole.

Walden smiled at the outstretched hand before taking it. His eyes looked around, carefully checking if someone else would be keeping a close eye on their interaction. Particularly Remus. “I am,” he answered once he was confident that no one was watching before taking the boy’s hand and allowing himself to be led out of the Gryffindor Common Room. As Walden pushed the painting open, revealing a passageway into the hallways of the castle, he whispered, “It’s just a matter of asking, your bed, my bed, or somewhere else entirely?”

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He was very focused on his question of fiendfyre now that it had popped into his head. It was something destructive, just the level of chaos Brenton liked the idea of, and he was ready to start stretching himself with Dark magic. It was time. The thought flew from his mind with Walden’s lips on his and wandering hands. “Late to what?” he asked, even as the answer came back to him. Regulus caught the Snitch. The team would expect him at the party and he should be there for his dormmate at the very least but then again, it’s not like Emma would be giving him this tonight when she was going to be annoyed they didn’t manage an outright win. “Who cares if they mind?” Brenton leaned back in, chasing kisses familiar from years ago. “Better celebration here.”

“The party, you dolt,” Walden answered fondly, his lips still pressed onto the other boy’s mouth. Tempting the other boy to drop his responsibilities for a little fun had always been easy. Too easy even. That was one of the reasons why nothing has happened between them for a while. Pulling Brenton has lost its thrill and Walden moved on to different targets. Now, however, as Brenton filled out nicely, even growing a nice scruffy beard, their shared kisses and touches felt just as new as it felt nostalgic. “Yeah... fuck them.” Walden teased while his hands worked to undo the other boy’s pants. “Now about the new things you’ve learned...” Walden whispered to the other boy’s ear before going down on his knees.

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“You’ll have to find out for yourself if you want to know.” It might have sounded smooth or flirtatious if it wasn’t a hint that Brenton wasn’t sure what he might have learnt in the past couple of years. Definitely, he had slept around enough to improve from a teenager fumbling under the covers to someone who could move with a certain confidence and decisiveness but he acted on instinct, rather with calculated moves. 

“There’ll be a bash in Slytherin,” he said with a shrug, assuming more than knowing. Okay, they hadn’t won outright, but Regulus deserved something to honour that he managed to catch them a draw. “Firewhiskey. Fireworks…” There never had been fireworks in Slytherin common room that Brenton knew about but his mind was now run away thinking of grand celebrations on a bigger scale than a House Quidditch team not-quite-losing. “Ever notice that all the best things to celebrate with start with fire? How does fiendfyre work?”

Walden was sure that wasn’t just some pick-up line. Knowing Brenton’s propensity for over-confidence, Walden could easily just guess that it was a pure bluff. Still, the older boy can’t say that he wasn’t charmed or tempted by the challenge. He bit his lip as he considered what to do next. They were in an empty classroom after all. And they had no immediate obligations right after. Walden only listened to the other boy with one ear as he rambled something about a bash and fires as he stared at Brenton’s lips. Ignoring his question, Walden grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. “Shut up,” he managed to say before their lips crashed together. It wasn’t even long until his hand cupped the other boy’s crotch, feeling him up. Walden broke away for a second to whisper, “They wouldn’t mind if you’re a little late, would they?” 

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