Kyane had to start worrying about several subjects that Avery, being a lazy idiot, had judged as too unimportant. Besides, he had to talk about how he hated the world, how the world hated him, etc. Only recently she started noticing "that Muggle filth" and "Riddle the Kiss-Up" added. Occasionally he gave her help navigating around Hogwarts, but most of the time he ignored her requests for answers until she smacked herself. McGonagall and Flitwick noticed this. McGonagall told Mattheus not to slap himself, because she had a flea collar she could lend him-which obviously came from her "cat".
After warning him of his grade in Charms (consequently causing Kyane to hyperventilate), Flitwick told him to check with Madam Pomfrey in case he had epilepsy. Abraxas told him not to beat himself up and to keep his body in a good state in case Tom called another meeting while having a bad day. Conveniently Tom appeared out of nowhere, coming out from hiding in the shadows behind Mattheus.
"What were you talking about?" Tom asked. World-hating Avery and Avery-and-Tom-Hating-Kyane acted as one.
"Goblin life insurance. Apparently it's not the smartest thing to use. You see, goblins will start viewing your life as their own, because they made the insurance for you. So, naturally, they might start thinking the money after your death belongs to them instead of your widowed-"
"Uninterested," Tom answered, deciding to go back to brooding in the shadows and watching closely over his followers.
"Kay," Mattheus nodded wisely. He waved pleasantly.
YOU IDIOT! DON'T DO THAT!
Tom hexed Mattheus, turning away and vanishing into the darkness. Abraxas scoffed, displeased at Mattheus' idiocy for waving casually, and supported him until they waddled awkwardly to the Hospital Wing. Mrs. Pomfrey shook her head.
"By the way," Abraxas added, "Do you have anything for spasms of muscles that cause a person to slap himself?" He glared at Mattheus when Madam Pomfrey made an expensive suggestion, and left him to rot.
See? Doesn't care about me.
Look, he was decent enough to be concerned about me hitting us and he helped us. Avery did not answer. Why do you sulk so much? You're like a girl with a really bad day.
Here. I'll show you why. What person is the EXTERNAL Mattheus Avery?
Well-polite, he's kinda proud, and he doesn't protest when Tom hits him.
EXACTLY. Now, Little Filth-on-My-Shoes, how often do you think Avery can vent his frustration out?
Well I live a life with tons of stress and I DIED and I always have some idiot mucking it up for me, and yet I don't go around like a Hungarian Horntail! Plus, don't you vent it out on those of less pure blood than you?
Kyane ignored him after that because Madam Pomfrey was coming at her with something that
1. Smelled suspicious
2. Name sounded dangerous
Also, to add to this, she
3. Didn't know what it is made of
4. Didn't know WHAT it will do if consumed
5. Noticed it was a strange color
Knowing these facts, she concluded:
Substance must not be consumed. Avoid at all costs.
"Get back here! This is for your good!" Madam Pomfrey yelled.
"What, my greater good? No! No!" Mattheus yelled. Tom, who happened to be watching this from the shadows, sank his head into both hands. Why was he even watching this spectacle? He walked back into the shadows and rubbed his eyes, hoping he would un-see the image of Mattheus running around in a nightshirt and underwear. Also wearing the complementary nightcap offered at the hospital wing for the heck of it. Abraxas, once filled in, would start wondering if Mattheus was losing his sanity from being abused by Tom, a theory which would be backed up with Flitwick informed him that Mattheus had gotten all his homework in. Abraxas had raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and went back to hanging out with his pureblood circle.
You're making a fool of us! Take that stupid nightcap off!
No. It adds to my mojo.
Take it off, now! Please!
Mattheus sighed, taking his nightcap off and stretching. He was hiding in a broom closet while Madam Pomfrey stomped along the hallways.
"What are you doing?" Kyane heard a voice behind her.
"GACK!" Mattheus jumped, turning around to see Tom hidden in the shadows. He must be some sort of...
I know now! :O TOM RIDDLE IS A NINJA!
*facepalm* You've got to be kidding me.
Mattheus backed away from Tom. "Um, what is a fine young-" He looked at the shiny badge on Tom's chest, "-respectable Prefect like you doing in a broom closet?"
"You dare ask?"
Madam Pomfrey bumped into Abraxas.
"Where is your friend?" She seethed.
"He isn't with you?" Abraxas false-concernedly asked, not helping.
"AAAIIIEE!" Tom sent Mattheus flying out of the broom closet with a Banishing Hex.
"?!" Madam Pomfrey and Abraxas Malfoy watching him tumble on the floor and slowly roll to a stop. Mattheus sat up, panting.
"Stupid ninja wizard!" He grumbled. "I hate him."
"You are coming to the hospital wing," Madam Pomfrey and Abraxas each grabbed one of Mattheus' wrists.
"Et tu, Brutus?" Mattheus feebly asked Abraxas. Abraxas kicked him. Tom Riddle, unnoticed, walked out of the broom closet very hurriedly and conspicuously. He gave Mattheus a death glare, and Mattheus winked back. Tom turned his face away and hexed Mattheus. Abraxas groaned when he heard a grunt of pain, and turned around to notice Mattheus had sprouted some antlers in the last three seconds, all on his own.
I hate you, Avery spoke.
I know, Kyane sighed. What is wrong with Riddle, anyway?
Nothing short of everything, I'm guessing. He's just a kiss-up.
A kiss-up bully. Hey, how come you never pay attention in class?
Why should I care? Avery asked back. Kyane remained silent.
I don't know about you, but where I came from, good grades were good opportunities for a better life-and if you didn't want the better life, you could give it to somebody you wanted to.
Yes but you are nothing but a poor filthy mudblood who nobody cares about, Avery hissed.
Say that all you want but I will never believe that. Kyane coughed. Let's see-what other diabolic plans does Tom have for this year? Oh yes probably investigate the basilisk-the WHAT?
HUH? WHAT DID YOU SAY?
Hoooo boy....