After meeting Delores nothing very exciting occurred at the academy during the two teen's break.

Nothing out of the ordinary for them, at least.

Klaus occasionally put in some loud music that blasted through speakers that he picked up from Merlin knows where, spontaneously dancing and dragging as many family members along.

Some other days, quiet days - they would be able to read a book in each other's warm embrace, listening to the sweet violin playing that carried throughout the place.

And when they were unfortunate enough they were physically pulled into a family game night that ended rather strangely, everyone save the pair and Vanya was equally as drunk - doing some rather hilarious acts that would have made Snape laugh (not that the two knew who was in the first place, he wasn't exactly alive then.)

The break seemed to have finished rather quickly, and Five had noticed that Tom was rather fixated towards a specific old book that had been left to collect dust in the library.

Something about this snake, a Basilisk - that's all the brunet really knew about this book, but he just took it as curiosity and the raven haired teen's forever whirring sponge like brain - sucking up information easily, always wanting more.

Anyways, they found themselves seated on the familiar fading seats of the train to Hogwarts multiple hours later - Cicero joining them as soon as he was able to squeeze past the cramped carriages and barricaded doors.

As the train jolted and began to gain speed, and the calming mountainous scenery outside began to flash past - Five internally prayed that this year wasn't going to be too hectic.

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It's seemed as though the gods were against him today.

Within half an hour of being at Hogwarts Peeves had already begun his mischievous pranks and infuriating schemes and dropped buckets of questionable goop onto a majority of the unfortunate students, the brunet being part of the majority.

When he went to wash it out (skipping dinner to do so) he found that it had left a vibrant emerald tinge to his arm and neck, making it seem as though someone had spray painted half his body.

And to make matters worse, the hairs on his neck had been standing upright like little sticks on his body - greatly irritating him and constantly sending chills dashing down his spine.

The brunet had also previously encountered the new DADA professor days ago at a pub nearby the academy, causing his mind to constantly scream at him every time a frighteningly cheery grin was sent his way. 

SUSPICIOUS.

—

Three night ago.

"One margarita please." 

The moment you hear the word bar, your mind would usually drift off to a cramped area with hundreds of sex crazed and drunk people dancing around - ultimately being immature beings that'll do things they may or may not regret when they sober up.

But here, where Five was, there was very little of that.
There was no loud music that hammered into his ears, and there were plenty of mature beings that just wanted to have a little drink with their friends and family.

The brunet had come alone, dressed in a casual black button down - cuffed to the elbows - cerulean jeans and white and black converse.
Allison and Klaus had continuously argued that he should get some clothing, aside from the Academy uniform, eventually convincing him a week and a half later.

"Sure thing, also - what's a young man like you doing here? Sneak in, if you did then that's impressive." The barman asked curiously, grabbing a clean glass.

"I simply pulled a few strings here and there." It wasn't a lie, whenever he spacial jumped he was pulling the strings of space manipulation.

"Ah, I see - well, here you go. Enjoy, what's your name young man?" The steel eyed boy looked up at the barman and for the first time, actually looked at him.

He was peach haired and look rather young, possibly in his early twenties - and looked korean, like a person from BTS or whatever it was called. 
All he really remembered was Klaus raving about them for a while and the photos he was shown.

"Five."

"Hargreeves, I assume? Yes, I do know a bit about you. I'm...Lucas. How's your family going young man?"

"What is this, twenty questions?" He stood up and grasped the collar of Lucas annoyedly. 
"And if you call me young man one more time, I'll put your head through that damned wall." 

"Feisty. Okay, okay - I get the message."

Five let go, chugged the rest of his margarita - and blinked out of the bar, unbeknownst of the condescending smirk that Lucas held.

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Five was relieved when he woke up the next morning to find that the green tinge was gone, and that the constant prickles that was running along his skin the other night had fully ceased.

He sighed and brushed his teeth, promptly pulling on his uniform and opting to leave the dorms earlier than usual - Marcus and Cicero still fast asleep like they had been knocked out by the whomping willow.

The common room was empty and near silent, as it usually was during this time of the morning - the dying embers within the hearth crackling softly, a soft amber that calmed him.
Although a sense of terror washed over him like a wave, that calmness, this silence, it was all so foreboding for some odd reason.

Like the calm before the storm, Five just couldn't help but to worry about what this year may bring upon him and the school.

He couldn't help but to wonder when this peace will break.

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In case you haven't checked already, I have turned part 12 : 56 into an actual chapter :)

I'm so sorry for not updating!! Ack this chapters all over the place as well, but I'm trying 😭

Also, I was asked by someone what my though process was when it comes to writing ; and the photo below is like a paper version of it, most of it just goes through my mind.

But it's a lot of writing, rewriting, rephrasing, and adding ideas.

I hope you all stay safe and healthy!! (I also apologise for my messy writing XD I am not a neat writer whatsoever - so feel free to criticise how bad it is :)

Also, 69th in crossover ; oop-