Zsuzsanna E. Maverick

....of aces and spades.

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There comes a point in every man's life where you're just expected to lure an unsuspected man into a bathroom stall with you and ask them to stay quiet. This was that day for Atlas. Obviously, he was ready to take on the extra responsibility since he was a real man now. The Man Squad made that official.

 

The first year had bought Clayton at an auction and made sure to drag him around so he could get the most out of it. Today was finally operation Atzsu. So he stood there with an arm pointed out towards the bathroom stall. "You sit on the top end of the toilet. Nobody can see your feet through the door." He demanded, expecting the fourth year to listen to his ridiculous request. After giving Clayton his command, Atlas slowly began to walk towards the very stall Clayton had been told to enter. As though he expected the both of them to fit in there together.

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Why was he playing along with this all again? Clayton easily could have bought himself ten times over in that human slave auction. Money was no object for people like him.

 

"You want me to sit on that toilet?" His arms slowly snaked between one another as he crossed his arms. His sharp pointed eyes glared in Atlas's direction as he pictured all the terrible things he wanted to do to the kid. If Grayden hadn't told Clayton he spent their last duel thinking terrible things about him, he might just have.

 

Clayton gracefully walked forward springing himself upwards as he stepped on the seat of the toilet, turning round to glare down at the first year. He withdrew his wand pointing it in Atlas's direction. "Go ahead. Continue on with your little prank. Let's see how just far you can get."

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He’d received a very… wordy letter. Anything was wordy in Juan’s eyes, though, if he was honest. Being a kid that hated reading tended to have that effect on even a stupid greeting card with a pun. So when he’d been unable to understand like four words of the letter, he’d been about to throw it into the trash until he realised it was from his unofficial official boy-toy.

 

Context clues basically made it so Juan was able to understand the very mysterious letter and he’d wondered if he should run it by Sofie or Sky to verify that, yes, he was being asked to meet in a bathroom. Of all the romantic places Juan had been, the bathroom was not… ranked highly. It ranked lower than a broom closet, for crying out loud.

 

Also, having been unable to understand what the phrase Clayton had signed off with, he’d been forced to assume it meant “With all the love in the world.” Seriously, Juan was screwed.

 

Rose-tinted metaphorical glasses on, he wandered into the bathroom, parchment in his hand, “Yo? We gonn’ snog in here?”

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Zsu was completely trusting Atlas and a small part of her wondered if that was err on her part, but she dismissed it. She had made sure to keep herself hidden away, having caught sight of Atlas and Clayton as they went into the bathroom together, internally promising herself that no, the older Slytherin would not actually harm her year mate regardless of any shenanigans Atlas could cook up. As time began to slip by, however, she began to get a bit antsy –what if Juan didn’t show up? What if by the time he did show up, Atlas had been magic’d into some sort of creature or inanimate object?

 

Groaning internally, she had been about to make her way into the bathroom to check in when Juan the Don strolled right up and into the bathroom. Soundlessly, she stepped from her hiding place and followed after him, exhaling quietly as she slipped in behind him. It was a bit ironic that she now had a trio of Slytherins in one place. A badger in the presence of snakes –we all knew how that went.

 

“Hello Juan, ” She started, straightening up as she tilted her head and looked up at him, “what a treat to see you here.”

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Oh snap. People.

 

Atlas didn't have time to explain a damn thing to Clayton. Instead, he was thrusting himself forward and slamming the stall door shut when he heard people coming. He slammed his finger against his own lips giving Clayton a silent SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH as not-loudly but loudly as he could pretend.

 

“Yo? We gonn’ snog in here?”

 

JGI#JI@JIOG%#.

 

IT WAS JUAN. JUAN WAS IN THE BUILDING. Atlas hopped onto the toilet, throwing his arm out to grab some support against the stall. With his free hand, he dropped it over Clayton's mouth just to double-check the older Slytherin wouldn't start yapping back to his mentor.

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