Remember, this is AU~! -Ella;$
"Watch you do what?" a boy with platinum hair asked. His hair was blinding and Kyane/Mattheus had to resist the urge to shield their eyes.
Abraxas!
Abraxas Malfoy?
How do you know him?
I-
"Helloooo?" Abraxas said, waving his hand impatiently over Avery's face.
"Yes?" Kyane-who-shall-now-be-known-as-Mattheus said.
"Come on, it's time for the meeting." Abraxas said quietly, eyes darting around to ensure they would not be heard.
"Oka- Hey! There's no need to grab! I'm too beautiful for this!"
Abraxas rolled his eyes but ignored the 'beautiful' Avery.
What. Did. You. Just. Say?
Hahahahaha, I crack myself up! You aren't beautiful at all!
Ehem?
Okay... You could be 'pretty', but not 'beautiful', sorry to crush all your hopes and dreams and to drop them in a meaningless abyss of heartbreak.
I'll kill you. Slowly. Painfully.
HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA! You're so funny, you can't kill me, I'm YOU!
The next thing Mattheus knew, he was in the most boring Death Eater, er excuse me, Knights of Walpurgis, meeting in the history of the world forever.
"-We need to work more on this, peers. It is your duty to serve and join me in this difficult task," Tom spoke. "If you fail to do so or step out of line-fear not, I will catch you and you will receive the consequences for such actions. Malfoy!"
"Yes?"
"Tell the others about that new law the Ministry is passing."
"Ah, erm, yes. The Ministry has decided that orphaned muggle-borns will be adopted by pureblood families and then, by use of blood magic, will be magically, legally, and actually related to the family, ridding them of their muggle-born status."
What?! THAT'S AN OUTRAGE!
"What. That's an outrage." Mattheus repeated in monotone. Everyone turned and gave him strange looks, Riddle included. Hell, Riddle even did that fancy 'raise one eyebrow' thing.
...You don't know how to raise an eyebrow?
Shut up.
Pffftt... hahahahaha!
SHUT UP!
It's easy, watch, you filthy muggle.
Suddenly, Mattheus's eyebrows had a life of their own. One rose, the other remained down, then vice versa, again and again and again.
"What in Merlin's name-?!" Abraxas questioned, his own eyebrows raised.
How are you doing this?
YES! I STILL HAVE SOME CONTROL OVER MY BODY YESSSSSSSSSSS
Shuddup or Imma smack you, bitch.
You'll be in pain too...
I'm a masochist so it's okay.
...
...
... you sick, sick person...
I was joking! And hey, at least you called me a person this time.
"AVERY!" finally someone shouted. Mattheus blinked, "What?"
"I've been calling for you for the past 5 minutes," Tom seethed, "How dare you ignore me!"
"I wasn't ignoring you, I'm just not feeling well. I'm sorry..." Mattheus apologized.
SAY MY LORD OR HE'LL KILL YOU.
"My lord..." Mattheus added quickly, licking his lips, not wanting to die again. He didn't notice how Tom seemed to be slightly uncomfortable at the act.
"Why is your eyebrow still up Avery?" Tom sighed, frustrated.
"Wha-?"
"Your left eyebrow is still in the air..." Abraxas supplied. Mattheus groaned.
Put. The. Eyebrow. Down.
No.
Please?
No.
Do it or I'll fantasize about other guys in a sexual manner and you'll have to deal with seeing images of your mates... Naked.
...
...
EWWWWWWWWWWWW! EW EW EW! OH MY GOD WHY, I THINK I'M GOING BLIND! STOP, STOP! I'M SORRY! I'LL PUT THE EYEBROW DOWN, LOOK SEE IT'S DONE NOW STOPPPPPP!
...Sorry... that was unintentional... You have to admit, Abraxas is hot.
I hate you. So much... *sniffle*
DON'T CRY! IT'S OKAY!
It-
"Well, now that Avery's eyebrow has decided to grace all of us back on Earth, let us continue the meeting. But before we do..." Tom turned to Mattheus, "Crucio!"
Mattheus's eyes widened as the curse seemed to hit him in slow motion. He was throw back a foot from the force of the curse. A horrible scream erupted from his throat. He felt like he was dipped into acid while his skin was slowly peeled off by knives. He was jabbed by thousands of pointy things at the same time, his brain felt fried, there was so much pain, it was worse than when Kyane was hit by a vehicle, that, at least, was swift.
"Stop, please, stop please, please stop please stop." Mattheus chanted, even after the curse was taken off. He was shaking.
Calm down, it's over. The real Avery tried to comfort.
Stop, please stop stop please please stop. Was the only reply he got.
"What's wrong with him?" Abraxas panicked, "He never acted this way before!"
Tom was unsure, the blank look in Mattheus' eyes was something he had not been expecting.
"You, Black, go get your personal healer. Do not get the mediwitch from here, she'll ask too many questions." Tom instructed, turning to Walburga, the Slytherin in the year below him.
"Yes, my lord," she bowed. Mattheus lay on the floor, blacking out and showing apparent weakness. The Mattheus they knew was too proud to admit or show the excruciating pain he felt. He swallowed, his breathing very shallow and his face growing ashen while a cold sweat formed on his forehead. He muttered something plaintive and whiny which sounded like "Mummy" and passed out.
"I'll go get my healer," Walburga spoke quickly. Tom turned towards her angrily.
"What were you waiting for, lazing away? Hurry up!" Walburga ran out of the room. She stormed back with her Healer. The Healer tried not to meet Tom's eyes, and immediately started caring for Mattheus without questioning anything.
Mattheus' eyes opened and he gazed around the room, still lying on his back on the floor. He met eyes with Abraxas, the Healer who turned away and scampered out, Walburga, and Tom. He stared determinedly at Tom, challenging him further. Tom kicked him and turned away.
Ow! What the! Did you just see that? I mean, of course you did, you felt it! That...that...
That... that... BITCH!
That bitch!
What?
What?
Did we... just...
Agree on something?
Yes...
I do believe so...
I must be insane...
You're one to talk, I hear voices in my head.
Technically... it's my head...
Shut up. Friendly moment's gone.
Don't you tell ME to shut up!
...
"Come on, get up," Abraxas spoke with a mocking, honeyed voice. "Shall we resume our meeting, my lord?" He turned towards Tom and bowed his head. "Of course, only if your will dictates it."
Survival of those who kiss up best, huh? Kyane commented boredly.
Yeah, pretty much. But don't expect me to help you!
"If you insist, Abraxas," Tom replied sarcastically. "Since you care so much about our gathering, we shall continue, Abraxas. What the Ministry dictates is pure idiocy, stupidity. We shall wipe those muggles off of our hands like shaking dirt off from underneath our feet. There is no need to obey the law, unless we can receive something from this. But what can we receive? Gentlemen," Tom waited for them to answer.
Justice! This is right! It is what should be done!
"Wuss, this is lies, it is not good, me run," Mattheus spoke boredly. Tom turned towards him, annoyed. It earned him another Crucio. Mattheus was not used to it at all-he did not pass out, but he remained on the floor unmoving and giving the stink eye to all people who tried to "accidentally" step on him.
"Anyways," Tom looked down at Mattheus and immediately put his foot on him, "Nothing! So, we shall resist them. We. Shall. Not. Let. Them. Dump. Their. Garbage. On. Us," with each word he drove his foot deeper into Mattheus' chest. Mattheus fought back tears, but could not do anything-the pain was too intense.
I hate him. I hate him. That bully. I want to Errantes Aeternum him, Kyane cursed. Anyways, who's side are you on, Mattheus? Do you like him, or do you despise him?
Don't you dare call me by my first name. You are not worthy.
Well take THIS, then!
Ow! Hey, that's your arm too!
Ha, and there's nothing you can do about it! Except waggle your eyebrows. But that doesn't do anything!
"And-Avery-Avery, what are you doing?" Tom looked down to see Mattheus smacking himself in the arm, slapping himself, and boxing his own ears. "Avery, please pay attention. This is rather important," he spoke impatiently, driving his foot into Mattheus' chest even further.
I hate you all, Avery declared.