The Only Danger Is Myself

Kris, bless his heart didn't say anything. He walked past Zayn and placed his hand on the nose of a thestral smirking. "Hey there darlin" He smiled at the creature petting it's nose. It wasn't a secret that he had seen death his mother was a dark wizard after all, evil and horrendous to the bone she was (or, so he heard).

The death he had witnessed was that of another dark wizard calling upon his uncle. His uncle who had pushed that life away had told him to leave or die. The man was stubborn but his uncle wouldn't have it he had blew him to bits with a very well placed reducto. Since then Kris could see the remarkable creatures.

He looked over at Zayn and smirked "I see I'm not the only one who hides out her"

Another Ravenclaw, joy. Was he going to be berated again for not doing his homework? Well whatever, he threw another chunk of meat in the air before looking over to see who it was. He had the distinct impression he’d seen him turn into a duck at some point but he wasn’t sure. Zayn wasn’t very interested in his surrounds most of the time. He was too often focused inwards to pay attention to what was happening outside of himself. Misery was like that. When the kid finally spoke up he let out a hollow laugh.

“Not like there’s anything better to do, Ana’s busy and it’s not like I can raid her stash,” he replied.

He really did want to get high, but even if he got into the Slytherin dorm room, he'd never be able to get into the girl's dorm. He threw another piece of meat, his hands already covered in blood. Normally he would have pulled out his wand by now. But he wasn’t sure of the other kid here. He didn’t put it passed the kid to freak out or get a teacher.

“What are you hiding from?” he forced himself to ask, maybe then he’d go away.

He pulled a long bottle out of his jacket pocket. The bottle read Firewhiskey across it."The teachers, classes, life" He mumbles as he pet across the back of the thestral.

He opened the bottle and took a drink. He offered the bottle out "Have a drink with me and forget the shit life has to offer." He let loose a giggle. He wasn't hammered he just liked the piratesque sound that phrase has. He held the bottle out longer. "C'mon it good for the lungs"

He shrugged "I don't have much family just an uncle" He stated "My dad and I don't talk and my mother..." He trailed off. No one knew that his mother was a dark wizard and he intended on keeping it that way. "She was never around."

Zayn was alright he seemed to be the only person that was as fucked up as he if not more. "But anyway" He said petting the thestral's wings. He took his bottle smiling and took a large gulp again. He smiled and a small little creature came climbing out of his pocket and sat on his shoulder holding a bag of peanuts."Hey buddy" He said to the gnome that hung to him and hasn't left since.

"I wish my mother wasn’t around,” he replied, “All she does is nag: pureblood ball this, why are you wearing that, you are a disappointment to our family. And on and on. Fuck their pure blood.”

He spat after mentioning pureblood, and took another heavy drink. Enjoying the burn. Maybe he’d sneak into Hogsmeade at some point and buy himself more. He’d have to go father to get any muggle alcohol. He missed drinking schnapps. He also missed never being sober. Mostly he missed Alex.

“So how’d you get able to see this things?” he asked.

Normally he would have left well enough alone. But the alcohol was making him feel bubbly. This is why he did it after all. It was the only time he ever felt light, without the world weighting him down.

He looked down. "I live with my Uncle and well he used to be... bad" He said summing it up as that. "When I was still young a dark wizard claiming to know my uncle and mother rolled in." He frowned "I let him into the house and when my uncle saw him things got heated." He left it at that and pet the thestral again before taking a huge gulp and burped.

"I don't talk about it much" He said shrugging, He smiled reasuringly "What about you I told mine now it's your turn"

A dark wizard claiming to know his uncle and mother? Sounded like his family sucked as well. Or at least was complicated. Fuck complicated. Then came the question he should have expected. Why could he see them?

"So, home sucks right," he said, "running away seemed like a good option. Met a couple of friends, had a good time of it. We were all hanging out right, getting high. Me and a couple of muggles, in the place I was living in, with a kid called Alex. Went by Alexander the Great. Nice kid, we... well, we were close. So, we're all taking a ton of shit, all fuck up out of our mind when Alex decided to take a nap. Didn't realize until later that he'd took too much. Rest of us all sobered up eventually. Alex didn't."

He reached for the alcohol, as he continued to talk.

"Didn't know what to do then, so I went home. My parents weren't too happy with me when I got back. My dad he... what's the spell, the really bad one, not the really, really bad one otherwise I wouldn't be here feeling sorry for myself, but the really bad one."

He remembered the red light, the pain that made thinking impossible. The pain that couldn't be turned into anything but pain. There was no escaping it, no enjoying it, only screaming as his entire body had been torn apart without leaving a single mark on his skin.

[ outfit. ]

When Ana decided to start following Kris, she expected him to do something... Somethinger. Not just frolic in a forest. Or perhaps he was doing it on purpose, because he knew she was following him. But he hadn't said anything, and she remained on his tail effortlessly. The important thing was that she wanted to know what the hell he did in his spare time, and whether or not he was as innocent as he claimed. She was pretty set on the idea that he did things with his abilities that he was too ashamed to admit. Like, stealing or fraud. Whatever. She just wanted to know, because fuck it.

What she didn't expect was for him to run into Zayn of all people. She had shrugged him off by claiming she was busy, because she was, but he wouldn't understand why she was busy. She wasn't sure if he had an ounce of depth in him that wasn't the road to Edgetown, UK. Plus, she was a greedy lil' goblin who hated sharing and sometimes he took way too much of her shit, and she was not about to experience some weirdo OD experience like she had in the past with a few, preferably unnamed, friends. Of course, she begrudgingly loved her closest friend, but there was only so much she could take.

She sat in the bushes with a concealment charm blanketing her, chewing slowly on a vein of red licorice. Too much candy would upset her stomach, but it was one of the few sweet things she could eat without vomiting everywhere. Her actions, in a way, reminded her of her friend Delilah; sneaky bitch was always eating candy and sneaking about. But, Ana had a purpose here. And it was to learn more about some weirdo that could change his hair color or whatever.

The two seemed to be bonding over something she couldn't see, so naturally she could assume it was a thestral. The Edgelords seemed to both be able to see it, and she could not, and that bothered her a bit. Inwardly, she wondered if she could see what a thestral looked like if Kristopher were to change into it. However, she wasn't about to reveal herself. If they were attentive, they would see her camera flashes, but for now she left her camera around her neck and watched patiently, as they were boring as hell. Through the quiet, she could hear their conversation, but cared very little for their sob stories, rolling her eyes in exasperation, and simply waited for something to happen.

He shuddered remembering his own experiences with the curse. "the cruciatous curse" He told him, "It's almost as bad as the killing". He smiled as the small gnome jumped off his shoulder leaving the bag of peanuts. "Peanut" He laughed knowing it was no use to case him.

Peanut ran through the bush and began to run around Ana's feet pulling the strings on her boots giggling. He then climbed up her leg and to her camera pulling it away and running. He let out a scream and dashed under a bush. "Peanut?" Kris looked up frowning as he handed the bottle to Zayn. "Hold this" He drew his wand and looked around.

Yeah that was it. Zayn nodded when Kris named the spell. But it was at that moment that kid's pet gnome, decided to go crazy. Running into the forest, and then screaming. Zayn rolled his eyes before Kris handed him the alcohol and ran after it yelling. Sitting on the ground, he took heavy drink of the fire whiskey, enjoying the burn even more now. He could remember the feeling of the curse cutting through his entire body even now. Taking another heavy drink he lied down, getting nuzzled by Hel who wanted more food. Stopping her from mugging him he moved over to stroke her neck.

"You're a good girl," he said sighing, "A very good girl."

 If only he could be half as good, instead of being himself.

As Ana chewed her candy lackadaisically, she watched whatever the hell jump off of Kris' person, and come running toward the Slytherin. At first, she thought he had some sort of goblin on him, or a sickly looking child, but no. It was a disgusting, little gnome, and it might as well be as gross as a child. She stood suddenly as it bull rushed her, and she attempted to kick it away without making a sound. But, it crawled up her leg, and she panicked. It was absolutely repulsive, she even let the creature snag the camera from her neck, the strap snapping pathetically from its disturbing baby strength.

Before it got a chance to scamper away unscathed, she lobbed a rock at its putrid head, and it screamed from within the bush like one would expect a nightmarish, mystical toddler to do. Aggravated now, she pulled herself back, quietly pulling herself behind the tree that loomed within the bushes she so carefully placed herself. Lucky for her, she was rather well trained in climbing trees to hide from shitty dudes she didn't want near her, so scaling the thing, even in untied boots, proved easy for her.

However, from within one of the lower branches, she took a vial of bat blood from her bag, and chucked it as hard as she could at Zayn's head, as if to blame him for this horse shit, because he wasn't supposed to fucking be here. And she scaled further up the branches until she settled above them, grasping firm, with her thighs wrapped tightly around it.

Lucky for her, it was a crummy Polaroid camera, and the shit kid could run off with it all he liked, but she still had her pictures. And her daddy's credit card. She was tempted to throw another vial of blood at Kris, for owning such a creature, and also for existing.

Unfortunately his brooding was interrupted as he felt something shatter against his head. Reaching up with his left hand, the right still on the fire whiskey, he felt blood. Great. Feeling around he didn't feel any open wounds, So where had the blood come from? As Hel started licking his head he pushed her away, walking over to a nearby snow pile. Taking a heavy drink of the fire whiskey, he secured it farther down the snow drift. Taking a breath, happy that he was at the very least buzzed, he stuck his head into the snow drift, starting to clean his hair with the snow. As it melted in his hair, he was able to wash out most of the blood, the snow turning red under him. Hel had followed him over and started munching on the red snow as he washed.

"Well at least one of us is happy about this," he said as he finished, grabbing his wand to dry his hair.

As he dried his head with warm air, he looked around the surrounding trees. Blood didn't just hit him on the head for nothing, and it felt like it had been thrown at him from above. He had half a mind to start throwing hexes at the trees until the person came out. But that took effort, so instead he picked up the fire whiskey, took another drink and went back to petting Hel.