A/N: So much shorter than it should be! But the next one's probably going to be terribly long, because I'm more than likely going to include pretty much everyone in it. Hooray for that! Don't expect it to be up today, however, as it might take me a bit longer to write. Anyhow, hope you all enjoy! Hugs, as always! (:
"What are we going to call it?," Madeline Johnson asked her roommate, Helena Black, as she used a tube of black lipstick to make a horizontal line under each hazel eye. "Come here, it's your turn."
Helena stood from her bed, grabbing the other camouflage bandana and handing it to Maddiy. "I don't know… I'm thinking 'Operation Capture Theo'. O.C.T. for short." Maddiy carefully applied two lines of black under Helly's eyes.
"That makes it sound like Capture the Flag," Maddiy teased as she tied the bandana around her thin bicep. Helly snorted, pulling her straight black hair up into a sloppy bun.
"Except there's no competition in this game," Helly said with a smirk, crouching down to tie the laces of her black patent leather Doc Martens. "I think we look about ready for combat, don't you think?" Maddiy reached over to her laptop, pausing the Bring Me The Horizon song that had been blaring. She looked down at her own boots, their matching camouflage pants and black tank tops, and nodded.
"Alright," Helly began in her best military voice, "At twenty-one-hundred… that's nine o'clock, right? Anyway, at twenty-one-hundred we will approach the seventh-year boy's dorm. We will carefully maneuver past the D.A.'s room and go straight to Theo's, boynapping him if we must." Maddiy's grin had widened as Helly spoke and she bounced eagerly on her toes.
"What's his room number?," Maddiy asked, holding up a finger to pause the excitement. Helly gave her a blank look before shrugging her shoulders. "You don't know?" Helly shook her head, smirking. "Why don't you text him and find out?"
"That ruins the surprise, Mads!," Helly said as if it were the most obvious thing. "Plus, you don't warn someone before you kidnap them."
Violet stalked into Anthony's dorm, slamming the door behind her so hard that it shook the foundations. Anthony dropped his Xbox controller beside him on his bed and took his Live headset off.
"You know, Vi, if you keep your face like that, it's going to stick," he teased about her serious frown, oblivious to the fact that she was on the warpath. Violet merely gnashed her teeth at him in response, and Anthony shut up.
"Notice anything different about me, Ant?," Violet asked with a saccharine smile that was anything but sincere. "Here… I'll give you a hint. Look at my fucking shirt." Anthony's eyes dropped from her face to her chest, and then drifted to her face again.
"It's fucking magenta, Anthony!," Violet fumed, pulling the offensive garment away from her skin. "It was white yesterday, and today it's fucking hot pink! Everything I own that was white is pink! I swear, it's that lady dog that happens to be my roommate." She shook her head. "I don't wear pink, Anthony. My underwear are pink, Anthony."
"You can stay with me if you want, Vi," Anthony offered with a shrug, picking up his game controller again and returning to Call of Duty. She shook her head and Anthony raised an eyebrow.
"This is war, now, Anthony. And by 'war' I mean World War Three."
Gini Cooper took her glasses off and rubbed her eyes tiredly. She'd thought that holding a study group for fourth years would be easy, but all they'd done for the past hour was gossip about who was dating who and who was hooking up with who even though they were dating someone else. Gini sighed, closing the textbook in front of her.
"Are we going to get any work done?," she said finally, exasperated. She had better things to do, mainly spending time with Colin and doing her own homework, but both were infinitely better than hanging out with this lot.
"Actually, we have a question," the boldest of the small Ravenclaw group piped up. She'd been staring at Gini since they started the study group and it had been unnerving, to say the least.
"Yes?," Gini prompted as she cracked open the textbook again. Finally. She'd been waiting to actually do some tutoring.
"Ben McPherson said that there were nudes of you going around the school. Is it true?" The girl looked at Gini expectantly, a small smile playing on her lips. Gini wanted to smack her.
"Yeah, I heard there was a video going around, too," another girl piped up and Gini's mouth dropped open. There wasn't a video! At least, not one that she was aware of.
"Alison told Victoria that you got offered a job to pose for Playboy. I didn't think it was true, but I guess you're alright looking…"
"Yeah, are you going to do it? Or are you just going to make more films? That'd be so cool! I mean, think about it – one of our prefects, a porn star!"
"She's underage, you imbecile, she can't."
Gini dropped her head to the desk in front of her. She was going to murder Colin.
"What are you two doing?!," Draco exclaimed, completely shocked by the sight that greeted him when he opened the door to his dorm. He thought he'd seen everything; on more than one occasion, he had walked in on some very lewd acts. However, this took the cake.
Kat skidded to a halt in front of him, her regulation uniform socks causing her to slide across the floor. She smiled sheepishly, looking back at Blaise, who was bent over, hands on his knees as he caught his breath.
"There is a perfectly normal explanation for this," she said calmly, removing her Wayfarers and running a hand through her loose curls.
"Well, I think you should start by answering why you're in your underwear with my best friend, who is also, consequently, in his underwear." Draco had a pale eyebrow raised, arms crossed over his chest. He looked particularly imposing in his uniform jacket and tie. Kat looked down at her own school shirt and black Calvin Klein boy shorts.
"Blaise and I have French Lit. together, and I came to borrow his copy of Candide, and when I got here he was watching Risky Business, you know, the movie where Tom Cruise dances around in his underwear. And sunglasses. Well, basically, just like this," Kat rambled, motioning to herself. "So anyway, I was watching it with Blaise and that part came on and we both put our sunglasses on, which I thought was kind of funny, and then, well, we realized that we could… re-enact the scene. That's why we're like this."
Blaise stood up, smiling widely before bursting into laughter. "Mate, you've gotta try it. It's quite liberating, actually." Bob Seger's "Old Time Rock N' Roll" could be heard still playing in the background.
"Yeah, get naked," Kat urged playfully, sliding over to Draco and loosening his tie.
"Move those fingers one more inch and I'll scalp you," came an all-too-familiar voice from the doorway. Kat removed her hands as if they'd been burned, clasping them together behind her back.
"What the fuck are you doing?," Daphne whined pitifully, coming through the door, her eyes trained on Blaise. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, scratching the back of his neck guiltily.
"There's a perfectly good explanation," Blaise said hurriedly, repeating Kat's earlier-spoken words.
"Like hell there is," Pansy drawled from the doorway, stepping into the room in her firecracker red Christian Louboutin pumps. "Get out."
Kat looked at Pansy, and then at Draco, and then to Blaise. Blaise was whispering quietly to Daphne, who looked like she was about to burst into selfish tears at any moment. She looked back at Draco pleadingly, hoping for some kind of help. He stared at her with eyes devoid of any emotion and she quickly averted her gaze to the floor so he wouldn't see how hurt she was.
"I'll just-," Kat began, motioning to her regulation skirt and her navy blue Chanel flats sitting in a pile on the floor.
"Get. Out. Now," Pansy practically growled. "If I have to look at you for one more minute-" But Kat was already out the door, still in her underwear and button down shirt, skirt and shoes in her arms.
"You think this is the one?," Maddiy whispered to Helly as they both stood, crouched low outside a door marked 417.
"I can't tell," Helly said with a giggle, moving to rest on her hands and knees. "I'm going to look under the door and see if I can see anyone." She bent to the floor, her cheek resting against the linoleum.
"Can I help you ladies?" Maddiy eyes widened and she turned to look up at the owner of the voice. Helly sat up slowly, looking up at Theo.
"Uh. Is this your dorm?," Maddiy asked, at a loss for words after being caught.
"We're here to kidnap you!," Helly exclaimed more boldly. "If you resist, we'll use force." Theo chuckled before reaching over the two girls to unlock his dorm.
"My roommates not in," he said quite suggestively. "If you'd both rather come in instead of kidnapping me. Although that does sound like fun…"
Maddiy and Helly stood up from the floor, following one another into Theo's dorm. Theo went in last, closing the door behind him and locking it with a click.
None of them noticed Railey Mortimer, standing stock-still at the end of the hall, the new album by Theo's favourite band in her hand, the other clutching her promise ring.