"Alright, Avery, you're doing a good job pulling your grades back up-continue to work hard!" Professor Flitwick cheered.
"Right, right," Mattheus nodded. "I'll get onto it."
How can you live with yourself? Kyane screamed. Look at your grades! What you do all day?
I USED to live with myself in my own body, Avery grumbled. So now I live with you. He refused to answer anything else.
Is this still about seeing your mates in yaoi fantasies? No answer. I said sorry...Do you play Quidditch? Avery said nothing. Kyane sighed. Well, uh, you still have control over your eyebrows...
This gave Avery an idea.
"We got a Knights meeting," Abraxas told Mattheus. "I think Tom's going to call one. Every time he looks uptight, a meeting is going to be called."
"Is that so? I had better visit Madam Pomfrey, then," Mattheus answered coolly. "To make sure all my open wounds are taken care of."
So he just calls them so he can relieve his stress by torturing Avery? Kyane pondered. Why would he, though? Perhaps to keep his reputation as the scary high and mighty Tom. An image of Tom cackling evilly while dominating a landscape of terrorized civilians clouded up her mind.
Where are you going with that? Avery finally ventured, deciding to talk.
Nowhere. Mattheus visited Madam Pomfrey, unsure about his decision. He lingered in the doorway when Madam Pomfrey noticed him and said sharply "Come here, boy, we haven't all day. You look awful." Abraxas walked in, smiling emotionlessly, and she exclaimed "Get out, no visitors today."
"I came here to watch over my dear friend," Abraxas drawled, smiling at Mattheus.
I feel almost like we're love rivals or something, Kyane said confusedly. But whose attention would we be fighting for? Tom's? Madam Pomfrey's?
Don't go there. Please, please no.
"Get out, he-is-injured!" Madam Pomfrey hissed.
"Very well, it is with much regret that I must leave you, Comrade Avery," Abraxas answered coolly, walking out without looking ruffled.
What is he planning? Avery seethed. He's done something. I know it.
You're being paranoid. Sure, Abraxas Malfoy is probably not fundamentally good, but still-
He's plotting something.
Uh-huh...
"You've got a ton to work on," Madam Pomfrey looked horrified. "You look like you've been tortured!" There were red marks and scars everywhere. Mattheus stiffened as she handed him three potions along with some ointment.
"You are to drink these now and rest for ten minutes," Madam Pomfrey hissed.
"What? But-I need to-I'll get killed if I don't-"
"You won't," Madam Pomfrey said firmly. "Now don't move, it's less painful when this is applied quickly."
"Where is Avery?" Tom angrily turned to Abraxas.
"Oh, he couldn't come, my lord," Abraxas made a pitying face. "I came for his help, but I was shooed out, and-"
"Be quiet. He couldn't come? What reason does Avery have, then? Does he not know the consequences?" Tom crossed his arms.
"I'm sure he was mindful of them," Abraxas nodded. "But he was in a condition where he was badly injured and thought he shouldn't attend."
"Very well, thank you Abraxas," Tom nodded. "Look lively you lot. We've got some work to do. Protesting against the Ministry for dumping Muggles on us as siblings..."
"This shall not be done! Justice must prevail!" Some Knights clamored, agreeing for fear they end up like Mattheus.
"Silence!" Tom held up his hand and nobody answered. "Any questions? One by one!"
"Can I go to the bathroom?" Somebody asked.
"Come here. Right here. Come right here and ask that again," Tom beckoned them with his finger, pointing right beside him and sent out a death glare. Nobody moved. Everyone was silent and said nothing. "Nobody? Who said that? Was it you, Abraxas?" He turned towards him.
"No, my lord, never! Never!" Abraxas paled, but regained composure quickly. "You look shifty, Lestrange," he said without looking behind him.
"Huh?" Tom folded his hands and very silently, discreetly walked around Lestrange. Lestrange gave out a sigh of relief. Just then Tom turned back around.
Lestrange never knew what hit him.
"Wait! Stop!" Mattheus ran in, jumping in front of Tom. Tom stopped, surprised, and Lestrange, who had been trembling and rolling about, crawled out of the way. "Sorry, where's our secretary? Can you show me the minutes of our meeting?" He asked.
Tom glared at him.
Alright, opportunity strikes! Let's see, the code for SOS is three short signals, three long signals, and three short signals...Avery spoke suddenly.
You trying to contact him with Morse code? How will you do that? Kyane asked, intrigued.
Mattheus' eyebrows started to wriggle at Tom-three short periods of raised eyebrows, three longer periods of eyebrow wiggling, and three short periods of raised eyebrows.
"What are you-" Tom raised his wand. Abraxas smirked, waiting for Tom to beat Mattheus up.
Didn't get it? Alright. Let's try again, Avery grunted.
If that fails, you are in so much trouble, Kyane remarked.
"Stop whatever you are doing!" Tom edged away from Mattheus, making strange motions with his wand. "I command you to stop!"
Come on come on read it already!
Well looks like you failed genius.
Tom unleashed a super-advanced curse on Mattheus that left him trembling on the floor, gasping. He walked away and ordered everyone not to step on him. Gaining composure, he added "-so, do whatever is possible to prevent the Ministry from forcing us to care for the inferior race."
"Aye!" "We shall!" "We were going to do it anyway cause we're pureblooded but we feel like doing it more now!"
Mattheus sat up, gasping and looking pale.
How did you know Morse Code anyway? Kyane wondered. Avery sighed at her stupidity.
Your thoughts turn to Morse Code when you sleep. I picked it up from there.
Huh... I always knew my German Morse code instructor scarred my subconscious for life...
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Nevermind. Anyway, looks like your message got across.
What do you mean? He didn't help me.
Huh? Oh! I thought the eyebrow raising and wriggling was the message, Kyane joked.
...You sicko.