-- Oufit -- -- After the Fair --

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With all the hubbub about the career day being over, most students were already settled down in the dorms, readying for bed for an early night. But then there were people like Razzy Chancelier. While he had been slightly interested in doing something with his future, in the long run... He just didn't even care. He didn't doll himself up just because he wanted an internship or whatever the heck. What even was that? What a waste of time. Totally not productive. Lazing around in an empty classroom with a cigarette in one hand and a bouncy ball in the other was how Razzy was going to spend his night. Awh yeah, that was productive.

But Razzy was tired. He hadn't slept in four days, and by the fifth, he needed to force himself to lie down. The ball bounced back and forth between Razzy's hand and the wall adjacent to him. A hypnotic motion. The rubbery thud echoed throughout the classroom, and throughout Razzy's empty thoughts. He had been sitting there for hours, since classes had ended, and he hardly noticed as time went by. Razzy yawned and placed his cigarette in between his pink lips. He finally noted how he should be getting back to the dungeons soon, before curfew. He didn't care if he was out late, he just knew he should be attempting to sleep. He wasn't pretty when he went past that fifth day. It did awful things to his complexion and even made ugly, thick bags under his eyes. He looked like a junkie. Or an old person. Razzy shivered at the thought.

Razzy thrived on his own looks. He thought of himself as highly attractive, and he had snogged many of his peers in order to even maintain that large ego. He knew a few people didn't find him completely gorgeous, mainly due to his personality or him "not being their type." Not everyone loved a Frenchman. But Razzy wished to change those people's minds. Razzy enjoyed converting a critic. Making a naysayer have a change of heart. His sharp jaw tightened as he threw the ball against the wall again,  a sudden strange feeling forming in his stomach. The guilty sickness that grew in his thoracic cavity every time he thought about any of his promiscuous acts.

He kicked his feet onto the desk in front of him. Ever since Erin Harper came along into his life, he was killing himself over every little thing he did. Not once had a human being brought Razzy Chancelier to a full stop with his serial snogging. It wasn't fair. Erin wasn't fair. He didn't seem all too into Razzy one moment and the next he'd be snogging him like there was no tomorrow. He settled that he was right. That Erin Harper was a girl... A girl with hard muscles and a knack for punching things.

But Razzy couldn't help it. The more masculine a boy was, the more attractive he was to him. While Erin had his girl habits, Razzy had his. Razzy used product in his hair like there was no tomorrow (making it incredibly soft like a little kitten) and he was such flirtatious little thing. It wasn't normal boy flirting. It was more so... "There's nothing I enjoy more than late night snuggling with Venga Boys playing over the stereo." And Razzy truly did enjoy that. Razzy dazed out of his concentration with the ball, and his hand dropped. The toy bounced against the desk and came to halt across the room, almost as if it were disappointed in the lack of interaction.

Erin had grown on Razzy in a way no one actually managed before. It was an interesting feeling. But Razzy missed his meaningless kissing and groping. Boy, did he miss that groping.

His eyes closed and he leaned his head back. Razzy hadn't meant to, but he had fallen asleep sitting up. It was an awkward position, but he had grown so tired. With his insomnia, he would likely wake up within a few hours, but until then no one really knew where he was. He wouldn't make it in time for curfew, but he was managing to get some sleep. And that mattered more to him than stupid rules. His cigarette began to burn out, slowly, dripping ash onto his nice, gray sweater. Smoke wafted out of his nostrils, slightly burning the inside of his nose. For once in his life, Razzy looked peaceful. When he slept, his blank expression softened into the innocent baby face that Razzy was so known for. He shifted, slightly before remaining completely still once more.

That was... Until someone opened the door. Razzy's eyes flashed open and he took a deep inhale, feeling the burn in his nostrils and the stinging pain of sleep in his eyes. He pressed the cigarette out on the ground, swinging his foot down to stamp it. He couldn't see who was at the door, the light blinding his vision. "Who's there?" Razzy called out with his sleepy voice. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, waiting for his vision to become clear once more.

Today had not...gone as expected. As busy as he'd been, as focused, it was a lot to take on so suddenly. Emotion was not a strong point for Dion, and this rise of it could not be squelched no matter how hard he tried.

The Aurors were not what he'd allowed himself to expect. Casual, unprofessional, rude; all the things Dion felt very strongly a proper Auror should not be. It made him hesitate, which was...uncomfortable. Odd. Dion Fayette rarely hesitated. He did pause to evaluate his options, but that wasn't the same thing. At all. Ever.

Dax got on great with the Aurors, it seemed, but Dion had definitely gotten the sense he'd be the odd one out. As a student he'd been and was like that, of course,but he was in a position of power; he had responsibilities the others didn't. He was important. He helped the school tick, got the others through their studies, kept things in their proper place. His word mattered, and he got things done.

As a trainee he'd have none of that; he'd have to play subordinate to those...well, buffoons. Only Trevelyan seemed to have a brain on him. Dion had gotten a sense of cogwheels turning behind that disarming smile. That he could admire, to some extent, even if he couldn't emulate it to save his life. Pratt was an unsophisticated, sour man and Eleor was...he wasn't sure what to make of Eleor. He didn't mesh with the papers or the Witch Weekly article. Other than in appearance - the man was undeniably attractive. Dax would latch onto him, he was sure; thus, Dion was prepared to hate him.

The core of the issue, really, was that Dion was wondering if he wanted to be an Auror at all after that. He'd made the speech, of course; Fauna and Grace had seen him do it. There was no backing out, and he and Dax had both worked hard for this - struggled, even. But...

Thus he found himself wandering, occasionally snapping at younger years as he headed through the castle, almost aimlessly. Dion, of course, did not wander. He was going somewhere - he was on a mission. He'd just find where that place was when he got to it.

The empty classroom had its appeal - quiet, silent, no one in it - and seemed to be empty when he opened the door. He took that as a relief, starting to shut the door behind him -

He smelled the faint smell of smoke even before Razzy's sleep voice piped up with a "Who's there?". Dion scowled instantly, striding into the room.

"Fayette," he said strictly. "You are aware you're not to smoke on school grounds, I hope?" He stood in front of the now closed door, arms crossed, feet apart, chest out - procedural pose, more or less. The military drumbeat played in every fiber of that pose, and his scowl did not make it any more inviting.

"Fayette,"

His brows furrowed and a small smirk formed on his face. Which one? He wanted to ask. But as his eyes finally adjusted, he could tell that it was Dion's stern form standing in front of him. If he got it right, Dax was the one who reminded him more of his own feisty blonde; he didn't have a stick up his butt, but had a horrible temper. Dion, however... Razzy hardly ever talked to the Fayettes. Not that he didn't want to (oh, he really, really did) he simply never had the chance. Or the patience. Dion was the prefect, the arrogant one, the more academic one, the way too mature to be in school... one. When he heard girls swooning over the Fayettes, they generally swooned after Dax due to his loud and bold personality.

But Dion... Dion was Razzy's favorite. There was something about Dion's powerful stance and love for studying that lured the younger Hufflepuff in. The Fayettes were extremely attractive. But he kept this little thought to himself, since surely his beloved Erin would get jealous... He would, wouldn't he? Razzy didn't even know anymore. But the Fayettes were larger, more muscular version of that boy. Of course he was going to ogle at them. Especially Dion.

"You are aware you're not to smoke on school grounds, I hope?"

His green eyes flicked to the burnt out cigarette next to his foot and back up at Dion. He let out a small chuckle before realizing that the boy was incredibly serious. And his face faded back into his normal, blank expression. Razzy smoked all the time in school but this was the first time he was caught by a prefect. Well, Beatrix caught him a few times but she hardly counted. She never intervened with his rule breaking because she broke the rules every day with those hooker heels. Or, at least, that's what Razzy believed. Razzy shrugged and looked Dion in the eye, "That's not mine," he told the older Hufflepuff, his deep voice seemingly sincere, "It was a friend's. I swear."

Another chuckle escaped his lips before he shrugged once more, "Sorry," he paused, "What're you going to do to me? Give me detention? Send me to Snark?" he sat back, completely unfazed by Dion's threatening glare. He was used to prudes and do-gooders. Hufflepuffs were usually that way, anyhow. The most innocent house at Hogwarts. People wondered why Razzy was even apart of it. But he was loyal. And he truly did have that sweet side to him... It just took a little bit of time for him to be comfortable enough to take down his plastic wall of manipulation and deceit. He was a Hufflepuff... Just very deep down. He yawned and ran a hand through his dark hair. He grinned, innocently, at Dion.

If it had been anyone else, Razzy's attitude would have been much worse. Prefects were such jerks just because a little bit of power was bestowed on them. Oddly, the Ravenclaw Prefects were the only ones who loosely followed the rules. Sasha had been practically kicked out of school and Beatrix was insane. But Dion had that handsome little face to go along with his hunger for power. And everyone knew that if someone was handsome while they were dickish, it was okay. Because beauty counted for everything. Which was why a lot of dumb girls snogged Razzy whenever he wanted. He was mean and cute. He and Dion had it lucky. He could almost imagine how many girls trailed after the prefect.

"Are you just going to stand there?" Razzy tilted his head and continued to smirk, "Why don't you come sit down and we can talk about this?" he kicked the chair out from under the desk in front of him. At the moment, he really had no ill intentions. While he wouldn't mind ravishing the older boy, he never had a chance to actually talk to the stern Fayette twin. Which was such a shame, since Razzy loved twins. And blondes. Blonde twins? Oh man. "No need to overreact, yeah? It was just one cigarette," he added, innocently. At that moment, Razzy felt like a provocative, leggy woman from one of those old movies his mom enjoyed... Without the boobs... Or the curvy legs.

A friends'. Yeah, and he was Queen Elizabeth the First.

He took a step forward, and then another, his stiff pose relaxing just a tiny, minute amount. "You're got quite a way with words, Mister Chancelier. Just one, was it? An addicting substance," he said, as he arrived by Razzy's desk, picking up the stub of cigarette and turning it in his fingers like it might explode. After a moment, he flicked it away; it sailed off into the dark corner of the classroom. "I doubt there's been only one, especially since this one was finished." His mismatched eyes returned to Razzy sharply.

"Tell your friend he'd best be more careful. Those things rot your lungs, and if I see another one..." He let that sentence trail off. Razzy had enough of a brain to get the idea, he was sure.

"As for what I can or could do, that's really up to you," he said, allowing himself to lean on the desk behind him, arms crossed. "I could send you to Snark, but frankly, that'd be a waste of time for all involved. She wouldn't care; you wouldn't go unless I dragged you and frankly, I'm not in the mood to goosestep you all the way to her office. And taking points doesn't mean much to you, I expect."

He tilted his head to the side. "You could always offer a suggestion on what I could do to you. Something creative."

"You're got quite a way with words, Mister Chancelier. Just one, was it? An addicting substance,"

Dion came closer to Razzy, charging forward with that powerful strut of his, and picked up the dud that had just been under his boot. He complimented Razzy (his charisma was rather impressive) which made Razzy's lips curl into the most devilish smile. He enjoyed being complimented; he was incredibly egotistical. His doctor told his mother that his narcissism was due to his possible anti-social disorder. A sub-category they called it. However, Razzy couldn't help but feel smug. Dion flicked the cigarette away, remarking how it wasn't likely that was the only cigarette. "I wouldn't know if my friend smoked more. I'm a good boy," Razzy jokingly told him. Of course, he had multiple friends who smoked at Hogwarts. Razzy would call this rotten luck if it hadn't brought the prefect closer.

Razzy had never noticed the twins' heterochromia until that moment. Dion glared down at Razzy, leaning against the desk in front of him. He talked about how he didn't feel like forcing Razzy to Snark's office, and about how blah blah blah blah. Razzy's head tilted to the side, green eyes unblinking as they stared into Dion's. If he recalled, Razzy's stare always made people uncomfortable. They were completely dead. Emotionless. They were the reason all if Razzy's expressions looked completely plastic. Well, to Razzy at least.

"You have gorgeous eyes, Fayette," Razzy told him, blankly, "Never met a person with different colored eyes before. You just keep getting more and more interesting, now don't you?"

Razzy wasn't normally one to use the term "gorgeous," but he had been sincere. He enjoyed exotic things. Albinism was always very interesting, though he had yet to meet an albino, and he remembered meeting a boy who was part goblin around the school. Interesting looking fellow, but in a good way. And then there was the girl with the keyhole pupil at the tea shop in Hogsmeade. Poor thing looked so uncomfortable with it, but Razzy still enjoyed looking at her. Razzy wasn't picky with the people he liked. Sure, he enjoyed the stereotypically sexy guys. But he couldn't turn down someone for being a little different. He knew what that was like.

"Taking points from your own house doesn't sound too fun, anyway," Razzy finally remarked, "I agree. I think it's best you stay away from all that, hm?"

"You could always offer a suggestion on what I could do to you. Something creative."

What an awful question to ask Razzy. Out of all people. He wet his lips and shrugged, lightly. I don't know what you could possibly do to me, Officer. He took a moment to ponder, his eyes dropping to the ground. He didn't imagine Dion taking kindly to a joke, but he had every means to crack one. Razzy wasn't going to seriously pick his own punishment, was he? If he couldn't think of something, what would Dion do to him...? Oh... What would Dion do to him?! Razzy doubted his sexy officer fantasy would play out, so he decided to inquire another idea,

"Well, Fayette. I do enjoy a good beating," Razzy told him, "Makes me feel alive, you know? Like taking a cold shower. Only instead of freezing my nuts off, they're getting kneed. Quite a rush."

Obviously, he was joking. But Fayette could truly do whatever he wanted to Razzy and he wouldn't necessarily care. "What are your ideas, then?" he ran a hand through his hair with a smile, "Surely, if you've been a prefect for so long, you'd have some creative disciplinary ideas."

"Or," he added, "Maybe we could just let this go? One cigarette doesn't hurt anyone. Well. Besides the smoker. And the people around him. Hm."

Dion had been opening his mouth to snark at Razzy more; but he gave away his surprise at Razzy's comments, his mismatched eyes going wide and blinking before he narrowed them. He seemed thrown off for a moment before he recovered.

He smirked, though, as Razzy offered a good beating as a punishment. "Friends with Harper, are you?" he asked, laughing. "Try that logic on him. I'm sure he'd love it." Dax probably would too, but he didn't want Razzy getting all over his brother. He didn't want a lot of people getting all over his brother, actually, but Razzy was on that long list now.

"Hm, no beating then? A pity, I could use the stress relief..." He smiled to show he was mostly joking; then he leaned forward suddenly, looming over Razzy, eyes sharp and deadly serious.

"Tell you want, I'll let you off the hook, but you have to do something for me," he said darkly, the edges of his mouth curling up in a devilish smile.

Dion hadn't responded to Razzy's compliment. He, instead, just looked a bit befuddled and narrowed his eyes at the younger Hufflepuff. A sly smile stretched across his cheeks. He had a thing about making attractive people hesitate. He hardly did it on purpose, but when it happened, it gave him a weird satisfaction. He hadn't expected much from, Dion, anyway. Perhaps a snarky comment or a roll of the eyes. But if Razzy could get him to fall quiet just by commenting on his eyes, his mind began to race about what else he could possibly do. Perhaps Dion could be a push over. Maybe he'd shake and shiver if the taller boy got a bit too close. It had only been a moment of surprise for Dion, but it had somehow whetted Razzy's thirst.

"Friends with Harper, are you?"

Razzy's jaw tightened. A sudden pang of guilt hit Razzy once more. He had been too busy thinking of his own, personal needs (and Dion, of course) that he had completely forgotten the boy he had been working so hard to swoon. And Dion knew him, too. How did Dion know him? That dirty feeling began to creep up on him again. Like he wanted to close down and roll up into a ball and stop himself from doing anything sleazy. He was already so close to Erin. He felt like he was going behind his back at that point. But... He wasn't doing anything with Dion. He was simply chatting with him, right? He relaxed, pushing the guilt back down. He knew better than to feel guilty for having thoughts. That was silly.

"Best friends, actually," he replied without missing another beat. His smile began to form once more, as if he was letting that statement set in. He was, actually, best friends with Erin. While he wanted to be so much more, he wasn't going to tell Dion that. He respected Erin too much than to out their hidden relationship. Something told him Erin wouldn't exactly want that getting out. Not yet, at least. "Trust me, I know how excited Erin gets at the thought of hurting someone," the boy had been so tempted to punch Razzy when they first met, actually. He still remembered how well Erin controlled those fiery fists around him. Nothing got more under his skin like seeing Razzy's blank face mocking him. Luckily, he got over that.

"Hm, no beating then? A pity, I could use the stress relief..."

Razzy's eyes narrowed, teasingly, "Violence isn't always the answer, you know? There's plenty of other ways of relieving stress." Of course, Razzy would know. He was much more of a lover than a fighter. It was rather noticeable, anyhow. Razzy had the capacity of harming someone, and it was incredibly hard to actually get the boy to back down. If he falls, he gets right back up. He once lasted a fight by simply never staying down. Pain didn't effect Razzy as much as the average student, mainly because he actually enjoyed it. He would never tell anyone that, but it was something he and Erin shared in common. But Razzy didn't look that intimidating. He was baby faced and slender. However, when Razzy felt threatened, he practically expanded himself, pushing out his chest and standing his ground. Like his little cat whenever it saw another cat. It just puffed itself up.

"Surely you can figure out another way. Why don't you try practicing more for the upcoming game?" or throwing himself on top of Razzy. Either way was fine. Razzy liked both ideas. Especially the latter. And almost like Dion read his mind, he towered right over Razzy, suddenly much closer than Razzy had expected. He wet his lips and kept his face completely blank. Inwardly, he was loving every second of it.

"Tell you want, I'll let you off the hook, but you have to do something for me,"

Well. He definitely hadn't expected that to come out of Dion's mouth. It was probably just a favor... Just a favor... Nothing else. There was no way that Dion would ever willingly snog Razzy. He was having those silly thoughts again. He wanted Dion to lean in a bit more, get too close for his own good. Razzy was what the rest of the school called a serial kisser. He simply couldn't stand the tension between him and an attractive male. Girls, he could ignore. But Dion was far from feminine. "Alright," Razzy replied, his tone amused and face blank, "Tell me what you need, and I'll consider it."

Best friends with Harper? This kid? Either Razzy had some hidden qualities, or Harper had extremely low standards. Razzy was, at the best of times...well, odd. Odd being Dion's substitute for a much more complex concern, which was best described as 'worrying about being strangled in his sleep'. Razzy had an aura of creepy around him that made people want to bet how long it'd take for him to turn into a serial killer. It didn't seem to stop some from finding him strangely attractive.

Razzy leaned towards him, too, and the sultry tones in the boy's voice nailed it. Sex was Razzy's major thing, apparently, and why Dion had been getting bizarrely creepy and attractive vibes from the kid. Well, Dion could handle that. It wasn't like he hadn't had sex before. Really. He had. He just hadn't found the right girl to make it work in the long term, which was what he'd wanted.

His tendency to like girls who already liked others - or turned out to be lesbians - had plenty to do with that, of course.

Still, he'd already been using a tiny few of Razzy's tactics on the kid, mostly for kicks and to blow off steam. There was really no need to stop playing around, yet. He hadn't crossed a point of no return, and Razzy was actually listening - he could pull away at any moment he liked and end this, no harm done. To himself, anyhow. He didn't much care about Razzy.

Dion licked his lips, subconsciously, and only a few moments later would click what that might seem like. "I want you," he said, leaving a healthy pause there, "To do your utmost on the Quidditch game. 'Cause I'm not losing to Knight."