Eli's outfit


Dear Smelly Badger Dear DISEASED Badger Rotten French Toast

Eli scratched out yet another line and just decided to hell with ‘pleasantries’, he’d just be blunt.

YOU. YOU KNOW WHERE. RIGHT NOW.

Folding up the small piece of parchment, Eli handed it to the small Hufflepuff boy telling him to deliver it quickly to one of his housemates - the tall one with the French accent who probably was either sitting in a corner being emo or snogging the next walking person who passed by him. (Eli’s image of Razzy was always distorted when he was angry).  The boy, giving Eli a strange look at his description of Razzy, turned and scurried away, probably scared that Eli would give him another mouthful about how fifth years were the worst, most of them anyway, especially if they were named Razzy Chancelier or Erin Harper.

Picking up his back from the library floor, Eli quickly climbed the steps to the sixth floor, all the while trying hard to convince himself that making out with every guy in Hogwarts was probably not the best way to get back at Razzy...... no matter how tempting it sounded.  The best thing, the rational thing, would be to talk to him - which was what he was headed to go do now assuming Razzy showed up.  But even then, what would he say?  It wasn’t like he and Razzy were in any sort of relationship.  They were both free to go and see who they pleased.  Eli did - a lot.  Yet, he didn’t like the thought of Razzy with anyone else.  Yes, he was selfish.  He liked to think Razzy was his and only his.  It was a strange possessive feeling, one that was enraged upon hearing the news of Razzy and Erin’s kiss.  Eli wouldn’t let that go.  He tried, but he was never the kind of person who could easily forgive and forget.  No, Eli needed to talk this out... preferably without throwing things around.

Kicking the door to the empty classroom open (Eli wasn’t the best at controlling his temper), the Gryffindor walked straight up to the head desk at the front of the room.  Throwing his bag down, he hopped up on the desk, legs dangling off the edge, and crossed his arms across his chest, beginning his staring competition with the opposite wall while he waited.

-- Razzy-Poo's Outfit --

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Razzy had been lazing around the common room as usual. He laid on the couch, stretched out, pretending to read some book he found in the cushions. He had one arm tucked behind his head, the other loosely holding onto the open book, while his feet were crossed and uncomfortably hanging from one of the armrests. He had just come back from a break from school. He had a family emergency in France and had to leave for over a week. Even before then, he had gone into hiding from depression. One of his Grandmothers had been dying of old age and finally kicked the bucket by the end of January and he then left for the funeral. She was one of the few relatives that actually loved and supported Razzy. Even though he missed a lot of his classes during his break, he would have been doing nothing in them anyway.

But the French boy was snapped out of his daze when a small boy approached one of his fellow classmates, a large boy with some chick tucked under his arm. "I don't know who this is for... Some scary girl gave me this note and I think it's for you," the young Hufflepuff told the boy. While his classmate unfolded the note, Razzy wondered if he could take him in a fight. He came to the conclusion that yes, yes he can beat the crap out of that guy. Because he is Razzy Freakin' Chancelier. His classmate read the note and looked a bit frightened, "I don't think this is for me".

"The girl said it was for a tall boy with a french accent that would be snogging some random person and sulking around," the younger student said, taking the note back. The older boy laughed and pointed at Razzy, "That's who you're looking for".

His green eyes landed on the frail face of the young student. Razzy was pretty certain that he didn't snog random people all the time. And he didn't sulk. He set down his book and took the note from the student, watching him run away in embarrassment before opening it. He read the note over... That "scary girl" was no girl... It was Eli. Razzy could recognize that angry handwriting anywhere. The boy sighed and sat up. He read the note again... He was most likely talking about the empty classroom they usually occupied and snogged in. But he wasn't sure if he wanted to face the fiery Gryffindor at that moment. He wasn't sure what Eli was upset about... So it would require a lot of improvised explanation.

Ignoring his better judgment, Razzy stood up and began to head towards the sixth floor. Hopefully Eli was upset with someone else and just needed Razzy to calm him down. Or most likely, Eli was upset that Razzy had been gone for so long. It hadn't dawned on Razzy that Eli could have found out about Erin. The Hufflepuff kissed Erin in all secrecy in that tower. It was upsetting that he could hardly remember the Slytherin's reaction. But Razzy definitely planned on doing it again.

After his long, brisk walk, Razzy finally reached the designated torture room. He took a deep breath before confidently stepping into the classroom and shutting the door behind him. His eyes fell on Eli, who sat on top of the large desk in the front of the room. Razzy's face was blank, as if he had done nothing wrong. He sat in the seat across from Eli, his legs awkwardly sticking out from under the desk and his hands folded on top of it. He smiled at Eli, hoping the Gryffindor's death glare wasn't for him.

"Did you miss me?" He asked, sweetly, "I missed you".

The idea of making that ‘Property of Eli’ shirt was really starting to sound like a marvelous idea to the older Gryffindor as he continued his stare down with the wall.  He could enchant it so that it would appear to say something different to Razzy.  The Hufflepuff wouldn’t likely wear a shirt like that otherwise.  OR Eli could make the shirt read ‘Lie of Property’, making up some explanation about how he got it from Korea so that explains the nonsensical English, and magically enchant the letters to rearrange themselves if he ever caught another person looking at Razzy in that way.  And, that way it would give him an excuse to hang around Razzy more often so he could be there to enchant the shirt.  All of this sounded like a wonderful idea until something inside told Eli he was starting to sound like a jealous girl and he needed to quit it.  He wasn’t a overly jealous girl.  He was just an overly jealous Eli.  There was a difference.

It was then that the door opened and in walked the devil himself, sporting that all too familiar blank expression.  Razzy really should have that expression trademarked, he was so damn good at it.  Eli fought the urge not to look directly at him.  He knew if he did, he’d probably forget all about being angry.  It had been a long time since he’d last seen his favorite Hufflepuff and just seeing him again was enough to make Eli want to forget what he had supposedly done.... almost.

"Did you miss me?  I missed you"

Now, Eli, no matter how hard he tried, couldn’t for the life of him try to step around a subject and bring it up... subtly.  Especially not when he was angry.  It was in times like these that his bluntness took over his better judgment.  Eli broke his stare with the wall and looked over at Razzy. “Missed me? Really? Missed me so much you decide to go snogging that Harper boy, right?!  LIAR!”

He sat there for a bit, watching Eli glare at the wall behind Razzy. He wasn't looking at him... So, that most likely meant that Razzy did something wrong. But the boy kept his innocent smile, waiting for Eli to look at him. How could Eli resist looking at him? Last time Razzy checked, the two of them were rather lustful towards each other. In fact, Razzy was undressing Eli with his eyes at that very moment. However, no matter how much Razzy thought everything was truly okay, it wasn't.

“Missed me? Really? Missed me so much you decide to go snogging that Harper boy, right?! LIAR!”

The Chancelier boy took this in. How the hell did Eli know about that? His face remained the same, but inwardly Razzy was a bit unnerved. Shit, he thought to himself, Eli's so cute when he's angry. He had to smooth this out. He loved Eli... As much as he truly could love someone. And Erin was completely gorg and Razzy needed that hunk in his life. Razzy did not have a current predicament. He wanted both Eli and Erin. So he was going to have them both.

"I don't believe that makes me a liar," Razzy told the Gryffindor, his sweet smile spreading further on his face, "It just means I had your sloppy seconds". He was joking of course, though it was sometimes hard to tell with Razzy. However, in order to get Eli to calm down, Razzy would have to play this cool. He would have to make Eli think he was better than Erin (when it came to snogging... Possibly. Then again, Erin was taken completely off guard by Razzy the one time they kissed). If he complimented Eli enough, and tried to ease him down from his angry cloud, this might just end in a heated make-out session. His head tilted and he looked his counterpart over. Eli couldn't possibly stay angry at him forever, anyways. A good shagging would calm the boy down, but this definitely wasn't the time and place to do that.

Perhaps later. But not now.

He sat back and continued to smile, "Don't be upset, Eli. You know I only have eyes for you," partially true. Razzy's fascination with Erin had grown a little... Out-there. But that was simply common Razzy. While Razzy would usually give up with a fighter, Erin was a bit worth it. And Eli... He was always worth it. The fighting just made things more exciting.

"But I did miss you. Don't be silly. How could anyone replace my Eli?" His face fell blank again, his head tilting the opposite way. Eli was a bit unpredictable at times, so perhaps all the sweet talk wasn't helping... But it was definitely worth the try. "You shouldn't worry yourself, mon petit chat," Razzy looked him over once more, "If I didn't adore you so much, why would I keep coming back for more?"

It was remarkable how unreadable Razzy could be, always the same expression.  Even when Eli was being an emotional tornado that kept throwing around accusations, Razzy would just sit there with that same expression on his face.  Sometimes that really pissed Eli off... for all kinds of reasons.  For one, that look was always there to stare right back at him as if it was mocking Eli.  And another was the fact Eli couldn’t help but be jealous.  Being someone who practically wore his emotions twenty-four hours a day, Eli felt like he would kill to be able to be ‘mysterious’.  That was probably why he was so attracted to Razzy.  He was like an unsolvable puzzle; although Eli had put together the outer pieces, it seemed the inner part was a lot more complex to solve. 

So when Razzy made the comment about having the older Gryffindor’s sloppy seconds, Eli wasn’t quite sure how to take it... despite the fact the Hufflepuff as flashing him that almost irresistible sweet smile of his.  Sloppy seconds, huh?  Well, it was true Eli got to Erin first.  He knew a handsome apple when he saw one.  But sloppy?  Eli would say Erin was far from sloppy, not that he would ever admit that to Razzy.  Razzy could keep on believing that Erin was a sloppy second.  Eli was completely fine with that.  Well, as long as their little kiss was a one time thing. 

Okay, so Razzy had succeeded in making him a little less angry.  Eli uncrossed his arms and gripped the edge of the table with his hands.  But the Gryffindor wasn’t going to let the Hufflepuff get out of trouble that easily.

"Don't be upset, Eli. You know I only have eyes for you,"

Dang, Eli had almost forgotten (though he wasn’t quite sure how or why) that Razzy was ever so good at this.  He was completely convincing, down right to that smile on his face.  True as it was that Eli could hardly ever resist Razzy, he was determined today that he would.  “And, apparently, for a certain blond Slytherin.  That’s another lie.  You sure are on a roll today.”

"But I did miss you. Don't be silly. How could anyone replace my Eli?....You shouldn't worry yourself, mon petit chat..... If I didn't adore you so much, why would I keep coming back for more?"

Really, someone should give this guy an award.  He knew exactly what to say, exactly the right words.  Eli felt another few layers of his wall of resistance shatter.  If he really meant what he said about missing him, then the feeling was mutual.  Very much mutual.  Eli would never admit this to Razzy’s face, but he had fallen into a strange funk after returning from the holidays and finding out Razzy wasn’t there.  He actually went to all of his classes and was productive in the academic sphere.  His days were exactly the same for the most part.  Repetition.  Eli hated it.  He was so bored.  He was upset.  He didn’t have his Razzy.

“Okay, that is true... I am hard not to adore,” Eli brushed some of his hair out of his eyes before looking straight back at Razzy, “But more?  More of what?  You’re delusional if you can think you can get off the hook that easily with me.”

The Gryffindor became noticeably calmer, but not enough to make Razzy back down just yet. He knew Eli still wasn't completely relaxed... If he was, Razzy was pretty sure they'd be snogging already. Eli wasn't easy... And Razzy learned that long before their little quarrels. And he learned it in more ways than one. He should have really thanked Eli for teaching Razzy patience... But something about that just didn't seem right. Eli would problem ask him "And what do you need that patience for?" The Hufflepuff couldn't say "For trying to get into a certain Slytherin's pants". That simply wouldn't turn out to be the best idea.

“And, apparently, for a certain blond Slytherin.  That’s another lie.  You sure are on a roll today.”

Razzy slowly let out a sigh, acting as if it were all nothing. Eli was overreacting. There was no possible way that Razzy actually felt something for Erin (even though, deep down, he truly did... he simply wasn't ready to admit it completely yet). He finally chuckled and held his head up with his palm, elbow leaning against the desk. "Just because I kissed him doesn't mean I care about him... Or even like him for that matter," Razzy shrugged, lightly. He continued to play it smooth. It was easy for him to lie... Easy for him to deceive even himself. Razzy would tell himself "It's all about the game". But when he was by himself, or even with the Slytherin, he could feel more. And Razzy was all about trying to actually have emotions.

He finally leaned back in the chair and kicked his feet up onto the desk, his usual, calm pose. He wanted Eli to know that what he considered a "big deal" was actually nothing and Razzy hardly cared about the blonde-haired hunk. A smile formed on his face again. One of his more "natural" smiles... One of the ones he thought looked best on him, so he saved them for the best people. Of course, it was simply a cover-up to look sweet for Eli. His more genuine smiles were much nicer... But Razzy hardly ever genuinely smiled.

“But more?  More of what?  You’re delusional if you can think you can get off the hook that easily with me.”

Razzy raised an eyebrow. Challenge accepted. "More of you," was basically all he needed to say. That's what he meant. Of course, the shagging wasn't too bad, either. "Of your bubbly personality... Of your charm..." He gently twirled one of his wavy locks nonchalantly with his finger. He continued to smile. He had this conversation before, hadn't he? He always had to remind Eli of his addiction. "Remember, Eli... I go through withdrawal when I'm not around you," Razzy told him, biting his bottom lip like he was the most innocent person out there.

"Mon petit chat... Don't make me beg," Razzy's feet slid off the table and he stood up. He circled around his desk, stopping in front of the small Gryffindor and lowering to his knees, putting on a great show of "groveling". Clasping his hands around one of Eli's knees and resting his chin down, he stared up at the boy with his best, innocent, puppy-dog eyes.

If Razzy couldn't even get Eli to smile after making himself look foolish, he was going to have to resort to violence... Not that he truly minded.

Self-control. Self-CONTROL. Eli had to keep repeating those words over and over in his head.  His eyes were glued to Razzy, watching and taking in his every move.  The point of that was to read his movements since it did absolutely nothing to try and read his expression.  Razzy didn’t give anything away.  Eli knew that very well.  But although he was trying to figuratively see under the Hufflepuff’s skin, all he was accomplishing was the literal version.  Well, not so much as seeing under his skin so much as seeing under his shirt.  Picturing Razzy shirtless wasn’t exactly helping him in the self-control department.

"Just because I kissed him doesn't mean I care about him... Or even like him for that matter,"

He could relate to that, couldn’t he?  Kissing someone without actually having feelings deeper than ‘heat of the moment’ lust?  Eli was very guilty of that.  In fact, hadn’t that been the case when he’d kissed Erin?  Yes and no.  No only because Eli had told the Slytherin he’d have to ‘punish’ him for throwing that snowball at him.  Eli’s definition of punishment was different from most people’s, or at least what he actually dished out as retribution.  A hex, curse, fist to the face.... those were things people expected.  They didn’t necessarily expect to be, well, snogged.  Which is exactly why Eli did it.  Plus, Erin was really cute.  He had really nice lips....

Eli’s thoughts were turned back to Razzy once the other started speaking to him again.  It was time for the flattery.  Eli loved the flattery.  It wasn’t just because he had a big ego, but it was just nice to be reminded how much he was loved.  And Razzy did it, not only with his super sexy French accent, but with that irresistible smile and personal flair.  Though Eli was starting to melt inside, he was still determined not to show it.  Accomplishing that took his biting his lips to keep from smiling.

"Mon petit chat... Don't make me beg,"

Well damn...  Eli lost to himself and smiled down at Razzy.  How could he not?  Though Eli  wasn’t really falling for the ‘innocent’ act.  Razzy was far from innocent.  But that didn’t matter to Eli.  He didn’t care about that.  It was just all too.... cute.  Eli was a sucker for cute. 

His smile disappeared.  No, he still wasn’t ready to give in quite yet.  Eli’s agenda had changed.  Now this wasn’t about Erin and Razzy.  This was about him and Razzy.  The more he held out, the more satisfying it always was.  Since it had been a long time since the two had been alone together, might as well make it worth the wait, right?

“Did no one ever tell you you’re a bit too big to be a lap dog?” Eli ruffled Razzy’s hair with a slight smirk, “Normally dogs aren’t taller than their masters, either.”