Dinner
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Sophie was not, by nature a serious person. She liked to dance, and laugh, and sing. She took her studies as seriously as need be, and kept on the good side of most of her professors. There was one thing, however, that Sophie took more seriously than anything else on Earth - something that she held as tried and true; and that thing was loyalty. Sometimes, when things got shaky she could get confused about where her loyalty was supposed to lie (with instances like Chance and Fauna). However, with all of the rumors running rampant about Fauna; with all of the things stupid people were saying life had seem to ebb and flow hushed whispers to mass hysteria.

All of that was bad enough on it's own, having to watch someone she loved be tortured so much. And she did love Fauna, like a sister, like family, like another part of herself...it was just a part she did not like having googoo eyes over Chance Ryker. Just because she thought Fauna might hurt him again didn't mean she stopped loving the girl it meant she was conflicted. There was one thing however, that she became less and less conflicted about as the days drew on. She was not conflicted about the fact that Figaro Sellaphix needed a swift kick up the ass.

She had thought, after the first time she smacked him and lectured him on what it meant to be a good friend during the whole Sasha Debacle (which was now what that period of her life was known as) he would have gotten the hint. Apparently she didn't hit him hard enough. She was picking at her cooked carrots wondering why she'd bothered to put any on her plate (she was distracted that's why) when she heard a familiar voice rise up above the din of food being served and people chatting:

"We've got a werewolf, yes we do, and Fauna Blake's her name!
Foley bit her on the face, no matter what they claim!
They snogged a bit, she bit her lip, and that's what sealed her doom.
Oh, watch yourself Hufflepuff common room, at the full moon.
Oh, watch yourself in Hufflepuff common rooooooom!"

And that was it. Sophie was going to kill him. She didn't care if there were witnesses. She was going to wring his scrawny little neck. FIGARO SELLAPHIX MUST DIE. This was probably not an uncommon thought among their professors. Fig was a right pain in the ass - however coming from one's formerly doting girlfriend? Well it was probably a problem. Slamming her plate down on the Gryffindor table she stood, marched her tiny self over to where Fig was standing on his seat and jerked him down by the arm (it should be noted that while Sophie was small, she was the youngest of four and had learned to get her licks in where she could...and Fig weighed about five pounds), "You. Me. Talk. Now," it was as if she had reverted back to one syllable speech. Oh Dear, that was never a good sign was it?

Rumor had it that Figaro had come up with the song himself, and he had only weakly attempted to divert the credit.  (He was rather smug about his song-writing abilities, which were, apparently, significant.)  It was so obvious to Figaro that the rumors about Fauna were crap that all that was left was the hilarious, absurd notion that a kiss on the lips could spread the curse.  He'd been requested to perform again at dinner and had proudly obliged, hopping up on the bench, ever the minstrel of his generation.

He'd barely finished his final note to a mixture of applause and 'shut up!'s when he was roughly pulled down to the floor.  It was his wifey!  "Sophie!" he laughed, despite her hard facial expression.  "Lovely to see you.  Have you heard this yet-?"

He obediently followed her out of the Great Hall.  He wasn't silly enough to think that they were going out for a snog, but you never knew.  Last time they'd fought it had ended up that way, so if she was angry about something, (and she always seemed to be) they'd get it sorted and then have a bit of fooling around in the broom closet.

Once out of the doors and into the open area of the Entrance hall, the din of supper was muted.  "Like your jumper."

It was the dimple in his cheek that always did her in. He could be acting like a total wanker and he'd smile that half smile at her and she'd feel woozy at the knees. Not this time though; the depth of her anger was too big - the problem too big. She only glared when he mentioned her jumper because that is what had gotten them in this mess in the first place - him liking what was under her jumper. Sophie made a lot of excuses for the boy - because boy did he need them some days but this went so much further than that. How could he do that to Fauna?

"Do you have any idea what you're doing Fig? How much worse you're making everything for her? Did I really not clock you hard enough for it to sink in when we talked about what a good friend was supposed to be trusted to do in these situations? Here you are making up fecking songs about it, like it's fact. The damn third years already think you can get it from kissing," She was sort of pacing now, and hit him in the shoulder with the back of her hand for good measure. At least it wasn't his head, or anywhere below the belt. She was saving that for Sasha because she couldn't very well beat a third year to a bloody pulp.

She stoop in front of him then - and though her face was hard; her brown eyes were sad. The fact of the matter was even though she knew she needed to do it...she didn't want to, "I don't want to see you anymore Fig. I can't... be with someone who just tries to make everything a joke. It's bad enough when you make fun of me - fun of things I'm insecure about... but to hurt Fauna like this," she shook her head. She didn't want to cry. She didn't want to think about the ways she was second choice even for him. She wrapped her arms around herself and gave a shrug, "This is already going to be so big and so ugly; and you're treating it like in a month it won't even matter... and if that's how you treat your friends then I'd rather get out before you start writing songs about and telling lies about me",

Figaro was completely backwards-arsed confused and he didn't attempt to hide it.  At first he just thought that Sophie didn't like his song, but she was... "You're breaking up with me?!" he shouted, his voice a little shrill. 

"Honestly!? What for!? The song's a bloody laugh, Sophie, and Fauna doesn't even care!  And you can't hold me responsible for the 3rd years being idiots - that can't possibly fall to me - they're stupid no matter what!"  He was exasperated and threw his hands into the air.  He didn't mind that pretty, exciting Sophie didn't like everything he did, but she made a Wizengamot trial out of every little thing!  Was this all really about the stupid song?  If he ever heard Fauna didn't like it, that was one thing, but most people thought it was hilarious - even many of the Hufflepuffs who were just as good of friends with Fauna as Figaro was.  Fauna didn't take this so seriously - or so Figaro assumed - why did Sophie have to get all pissed off about it?

"I'm not spreading lies about anyone! And since when did I make fun of you - we're going out, remember? You're taking this way too seriously.  Lighten up!"

Sophie actually winced at his voice; lord he could be a freaking Soprano sometimes! Then he started yelling about how she took things too seriously and she needed to lighten up and this was stupid and he couldn't believe she was breaking up with him. If Sophie had not already been in a bad mood this would have been the tipping point. However since she was already incredibly pissed off at the entire universe... so this was not going to end well for either of them.

"LIKE MOST OF YOUR JOKES IT ISN'T FECKING FUNNY FIG"! See, she could shout too; and she was supposed to sound like a girl. She jammed her finger in the middle of his chest, brown eyes narrowed, "Not even a month ago you stood in this hallway and yelled at me for not taking you seriously. You got so self righteous and indignant without even knowing what was going on. That hurt me. Calling me crater face in Astronomy? Talking to your friends about 'how far you've gotten' - those things hurt Fig". Now that she was thinking about all of the little things he did that upset her they felt like they were really big things.

"And you want to know what hurts most of all? I KNOW YOU ASKED MYSTI OUT FIRST! I'm just some consolation prize because she told you no! You wanted a date and she told you I liked you. That's the only reason you wanted to be with me. And then it was the snogging and the being able to get at whatever fascinates you so much under my jumper! You don't want me for a girlfriend you just want a girlfriend period and I happened to fit because everyone else is taller than you and wouldn't be nice and not mention you kiss like a snake unhinging it's jaw to devour my head!" Oh...that last bit was a little mean even for Sophie.

Figaro listened in dumbfounded anger as Sophie seemed to unload a metric ton of complaints onto the floor between them - and half of them he didn't even remember doing, they were so trivial.

"You're completely mad!" he shouted back at her, swiping away at her hand.  She kept hitting him, as if it was more okay for her to smack people since she was small. 

He kept on with his voice raised, and the anger on his face was real.  Normally bad emotions were covered up with a joke or a nervous laugh, but he was right pissed off and he wasn't even trying to temper it. 

"I've got no clue what the hell you're on about.  If you didn't want to go out with me, then you should've just said so!  I went out with you because you were pretty, and nice, and not all boring!  So what if I like Mysti too - I like loads of people! You like loads of people!  It's not as though I'm some big, mystery secret, Sophie!" he said with a sarcastic shrug.  "Not as though I'm all of a sudden who I am - I'm pretty bloody predictable.  Spell goes both ways, dear.  If you don't like me now, then you're the one who's fooling herself in the first place."

"You're oversensitive and judgemental, and you keep hitting me," he said, rattling off his own list of Things That Sophie Was Bad At. 

Her comments about his making out skills had stung - he'd thought they'd been having fun.  And if he was obsessed with her chest, then welcome to being a teenager!

"It's not like you came right out with the fact did you eh? You didn't waltz up and say 'I just asked out one of your mates but she told me no so I thought I'd have a go at you cause I like your tits then'" Sophie bellowed back at him. It had been humiliating, finding out he asked Mysti first. "There I was all sure that this wonderfully funny boy had just finally decided he liked me when I'd had a crush on him for ages; and I find out about Mysti! I was humiliated Fig. I'm made to feel like last choice all the bloody time with my family, and now Fergie - and you! If I'd know I was just some stroke of luck hope to cop a feel then I wouldn't have said yes, I have a bit more dignity than that". Oh. Then the water works came, angry tears - but she wasn't even sure she was mad at him or herself for the whole mess.

Raking her fingers through her hair she leaned against the wall and doubled over at the waist; feeling like she might throw up, "All we do is fight anymore Fig! We bicker like old crows and I hate it. And I am oversensitive and I do have a horrible temper but I've always been oversensitive and had a horrible temper. I didn't just suddenly become who I am either". She looked up at him then, suddenly like the fight had gone out of her as she held a fist full of her hair, "I wasn't ever fooling myself Fig, I'm mad about you, I love the way you make me laugh and some of your jokes are funny. I love that stupid dimple in your cheek, and the way you grab my hand when we're leaving classes... but I don't like who I am right now with you. I don't like that I'm always yelling at you and thumping you - but sometimes Fig it's like you only hear me when I'm screaming and then you're screaming back...and if we keep at it like this I won't just lose my stupid first boyfriend; I'll lose one of my best mates... an I couldn't bear that".

"No fair crying!" Figaro blurted with angry, ashamed frustration.  "Uuuugh!" He threw his hands in her direction and then held them up in defeat.  Trying to keep track of Sophie Flitwicks weather patterns was impossible!  Thunder and lightening turned to punching then a breezy spring day and then to the waterworks.   

He didn't know back or forward about what she was on about with her family or Ferguson Amherst (wasn't he gay?), and he certainly knew that none of that was his fault but apparently he was expected to know about it.  What now? What now? Huh?  She had shouted at him for being an idiot.  So he'd shouted back at her for being a baby.  Now she was crying - so was he supposed to comfort her now?  Would it be cruel not to? But she was breaking up with him, not the other way round.

He took a few steps towards her, and then intercepted himself to take two more away from her.  A couple of people were watching from the door, so his next words to her were quieter, but still a shouting hiss.

"We don't bicker because we're not married.  And don't forget - you've seen me down to my knickers, Miss Flitwick!"  Not sure what was meant by saying that, but it was true: and maybe that made his eagerness to be phsyical with her somehow fair.[1]

"You want a break up? Fine for you!  But next time you feel like being an insane person send me an owl first so I can duck and cover!  Why are you crying?! You're the one dumping me!"

1.	Before they were dating, and completely by accident during a Mirror Chat

 "It's not as if I can help it you idiot! I'd rather not be a bawling mess in the middle of the entryway thank you very much," She couldn't look at him or she'd start crying for real. Why did she want to end it with him? She had been so sure a few nights ago when she was snuggled next to Chance... but Chance wasn't there now - Fig was. Fig with his face and his not really snake like kissing. Fig who told her she was pretty and bragged about her to his friends. Merlin was her heart so fickle? No, it was all ego. For the most part Fig made her feel pretty good about herself... except for when he didn't.

When he brought up the bathroom incident her head jerked to look at him, damp eyes narrowing to a glower, "Oh! So that's how it is then? You going to go try and snog the shit out of Ari and Ayla now too? Since they saw you in your bloody tighty whities does that mean you have an automatic right to go grabbing at their chests then too? Gordic's Garters you are a daft fecking Prick sometimes Fig! I may be mad as a hatter but you haven't got two braincells to rub together lately about anything". There was venom in her voice as she spat the accusation at him - and it seemed that he didn't understand at all that it wasn't about him it was about how being with him made her be. She wanted to chuck something at his head but instead pushed passed him, "Get off with yourself then, I wouldn't waste the fecking parchment on you anymore".

"No! That's not - !  You're taking that wrong! Auuugh!"  Figaro stumbled over his words trying to get the message to Sophie that he wasn't, against all appearances, only into her for the making out.  So he'd said a few things to a few people, and he was somewhat preoccupied at the idea of actually having someone around who seemed to like it as much as he did.  How was he supposed to know she found it all a bore?  He wasn't a bloody Seer!

"Fine! Why don't you go find Harper since he's such a better friend than me!" he shouted after her, but his voice trailed off.  She was gone.  He scowled, very put out, and very cross.  His appetite was gone. 

"Batty arsehole!" he yelled down the hallway, just to save face for the kids standing at the top of the stairs.  The with a sigh and an eyeroll he headed off to commonroom to sulk.