A City of Sin

[Jezebella Hurley-Snow]

The moment that Jezebella Hurley was given the freedom to go to Las Vegas from the Ministress of Magic, Jezebella made no hesitation to leave in the muggle ways of travel because of her limited use of a wand. She had a magical tracer on her neck, something in the shape of a pendant so that she does not try to escape her probational periods. Jezebella had tortured a boy in school, that had gotten her in so much trouble, she was nearly expelled and if she harmed another person again, within the next five years, she was going to Azkaban without a trial, no questions asked. That was April of 2024. She had another two years before she was off probation, and fears of even using magic would be a thing of the past. Entering a casino in a rather cute yet revealing outfit, her violet eyes shown with ferocity and a longing to just have fun. Entering the casino, she was looking for a way into the magical part of the place but apparently, there was none. Jezebella had been stuck living in a muggle lifestyle, she just wanted a way out and she wanted nothing more but to just break her probation so that she could teach some people to behave like human beings and not like spineless worms. Some people really needed a good kick in the rear to get back into shape, but she was not the one to do it apparently, or else she would have done it already. She did remember something though, she never wanted to face another dementor again. It was probably her boggart, those things frightened her so much. She could remember the feeling of their slimy skeletal hands upon her arms.

The moment she could find herself a spot near the bar, Jezebella could smell the alcohol flowing through this room, and though she had to seat herself down to something nice and active, she hated alcoholics for the longest time. She was once engaged because her parents wanted her a good pure-blood man, to spread the line, and though her cousins and all were failing, they did not realize that the man was a drunk, and he tried many times to seduce Jezebella and she did not want to submit. So, she ended up just leaving him at the alter, earning the title of the Runaway Bride, because Jezebella Hurley did not want to become Jezebella Morton. She did not even know if he was a true pure-blood or not. Jezebella blinked her violet eyes once more, before she turned to the barkeeper and she asked, "Can I get a coke?" The barkeeper gazed over her extremely lean body and he smirked, "I'll get you anything, babe." Jezebella glared at him and hoped that he choked on his own breath but the foolish man gave her the drink, and she noticed the way he was keeping the bars. A small smirk played across her lips. This casino had magical people in it, but she was so caught up in her own thoughts, she did not see it before. Jezebella felt a little more at ease, and it never occurred to her that a casino named "Whomping Willows" was for those with magical connections. Her violet eyes let her in here, because it was a known Hurley trait. Jezebella crossed her legs and she scanned over the place once more, and she wondered if she would find someone to actually speak to. And hopefully, she wasn't being under surveillance because she hated being watched.

 

[Xavier Snow]

Normally Xavier wouldn't even think about going anywhere remotely close to where a large group of muggles always gathered. But after all of the drama that revolved around him and Cassandra started to come out into the open, he needed a break. Being a father was not something he was looking forward to one bit. He didn't know how to handle children and he also didn't like them very much to begin with. How was he expected at all to be the raise of two babies when he didn't even really know how to function with one baby! None of this was fair to him. No one asked how he felt about this or if he wanted to go through with it, they seemed to mostly care about the woman and lecturing him on his stupid decision. To be honest he had too much alcohol that night to begin with. Plus he was feeling very lonely. He never expected to get a girl pregnant when he didn't even have a thing for girls in that way. He wanted the same thing that his best friend had. Xavier wanted to actually fall in love, ask a girl to marry him, get married, then have a kid. Not that Vincent had kids yet but it was just an example. He wanted it all in an order and have the perfect life in order. With the job he had now he barely considered himself to have a suitable enough job to support anyone. He lived with his sister for crying out loud! That was why he decided to take a trip to Vegas. It was the City of sin apparently and right now he felt like one of the worlds biggest sinners. He and the city belonged together. Plus there was a few of this favorite things there too. Pretty girls and alcohol. To wash away the horrible thoughts he had about himself he was going to drown himself in whatever he needed to. Because once he returned home he was sure his news about him being a father would have finally reached the one person he had been hoping to keep it from. His mother.

A magical casino named "Whomping Willows" was Xavier's first place to scout around for the night. After he checked up into his hotel and had all his luggage situated he changed into nothing more than a yellow hoodie and some jeans. Nothing special because he wasn't searching for a lot of attention tonight or anything. The bar was in his sights and as he approached he he just barely caught the conversation between a gorgeous girl that was at the bar and the barkeeper. He snorted. "Who goes to a bar and orders a non-alcoholic drink these days? Ah um an I have a Bloody Mary? Thanks." He told the barkeeper as he placed down some money and quickly received his drink. Nothing like tomato juice and alcohol to not over induce himself. Once he had his drink he couldn't help but eye the pretty girl next to him again. Wasn't she a sight for sore eyes. Though a girl like that also tended to spell trouble. Maybe if he kept looking at her, she would talk to him.

 

[Jezebella Hurley-Snow]

Her purple eyes searched everywhere as she was handed her coke. She took a sip and she snapped at the bartender, "Never call me babe." Jezebella wished that she had her wand on her right now, or else she would have gladly sacrificed her life to Azkaban to just murder him where he stood. With a huff, she spun on her chair so that she could face everyone else in the club. Many were gambling, others were dancing, and multiple were just acting a fool and getting drunk. After she took another drink, she ripped off her engagement ring and threw it into the crowd. There, that was something that they could sell or something. It was worth over five hundred galleons, but it would be sold for maybe fifty. She did not care. Jezebella just sighed softly, and hoped that one day, maybe - just maybe - someone would catch her interest but no one came around. They had to be handsome, morbid, and pure. She did not want anything dramatic, because all of her life from the moment she entered probation to the moment she ran from the alter, she had been Drama Queen. It was not a title she liked to have. Her purple eyes could feel someone looking at her, and then speaking to her about ordering a coke. Her eyes followed the sound to a voice, a handsome young man, a little older than herself. She muttered, "I don't drink alcohol. Lessens intelligence and common sense." She did not want to mention that she was close to being forcedly seduced by her ex-fiance, but that was none of anyone's business.

She hated the stuff, and she did not want anyone really to know about her and running away, as well as her probation because she was defenseless without her wand. What could she do? Jezebella stared ahead, and allowed her dark locks to block others' view of her face. She just wanted nothing more but to avoid the world, but she couldn't escape. The coke soothed her taste buds as she took another drink, and she turned her eyes to see that blonde boy was still staring at her. Jezebella absolutely hated being stared at as if she was something to drink or eat. It made her feel less of a Hurley woman. She narrowed her purple eyes into slits and she snorted, "Why don't you take a picture, it will last longer." She did not know what he was drinking or what he was on, but right now, Jezebella just did not know how to really contact with people. She hated them, but there was really nothing she could do about it. She spun in the chair once more, and she had to admit, that boy that was staring at her, he was a cutie, but someone like that, they had to be a cheater, have heavy baggage or even want nothing more but sexual intercourse. She supposed that it would not hurt to just introduce herself, "Jezebella Hurley, so you can write it on the picture if you want." She had a tongue on her, but her lips curled into a soft smile, somewhat related to a smirk actually. One might mistake it for flirting, but Jezebella had no idea how to flirt actually.

 

[Xavier Snow]

A snort left Xavier's lips as he took a sip from his drink and tried to not make it look like he was staring at the gorgeous young women next to him too much. He could already guess that she was one of those women that didn't really things like alcohol. There would have been a point in his life where he might have agreed with her completely. But that was in the past and now he sought refuge from the bitter tasting drinks, refuge that never lasted long enough. "Awh but where's the fun in that? It may lesson intelligence and common sense but you'd be surprise how easily it makes you forget all of your problems for a little bit. And miss, you look like you need to forget something." Xavier winked softly and began to ran his fingers over the glass container that held his drink within it and tried to think of reasons why he should stop drinking. Besides the fact that it was bad for his health and it made his sister angry as hell. He love the feeling he got when he could no longer remember why he hated his life. If there was anyone out there that could help him get his life back in order he would owe them a lifetime of service or whatever. But he doubted anyone could sort out this mess besides his mother. And he didn't want to go to her because she'd probably tear him in a good one for this. Her temper was by far even worse than Gabrielle's and that was saying something because Gabrielle could be pretty nasty when she wanted to be. Telling the bartender he wanted another drink he ordered one with the same amount of alcohol in it before. Maybe if he managed to get his head fuzzy enough he'd go gamble or something. Anything to keep his mind off of things. Maybe the pretty women would like to accompany him or something.

"Nah, the picture wouldn't be nearly as pretty as the real thing is. Nice to meet you Jezebella. I'm Xavier Snow." He told her softly before he winked and took another sip of his drink and leaned against the bar lazily. It allowed him a good look at the Casino floor that he began to watch carefully. Other people were bustling about and a few gave him looks as they passed by. His brain was barely functioning anything but where he was right now. Xavier set his drink back down before he pushed some of his hair from his face and smiled softly. "Is this your first time at Vegas?" He decided on some small talk. He personally had never been here before. If he had gone anytime earlier in his life then his mother probably would have had him killed. She hated anything to do with muggles and to her, Las Vegas was nothing but muggle and associated with their stupid ways.

 

[Jezebella Hurley-Snow]

Jezebella let out a soft sigh as she thought that the blonde male was rather cute. What she really liked was the fact that he seemed like he was about her age. Jezebella finished her coke and then she looked over the menu. She looked over at the bartender, and she ordered a new drink, one that she did not realize was indeed alcoholic. An Exotic Summernight. The bartender seemed a little confused but handed her the orange drink anyway. It smelt like oranges, so she took a small sip. She thought that it was rather tasty and she took another sip of it. Licking her lips free of the orange beverage, her indigo eyes made their way to the handsome blonde, "I do have something I'd rather forget, but it will be known as history in a few years. Just don't want to make a fool of myself. I was raised with grace." Then again, with her record, she was raised with knowing the dark arts, and here she was under probation. Jezebella took another sip of her drink and her eyes went around the place to make sure that there was no one here watching her. She was quite paranoid when it came to things like that. She hated it when there were stupid Aurors and Ministry folk watching her. She would be mortified if she had seen the Minister here herself. Jezebella moved her hair from her face and hoped that no one here knew her.

The pure-blood slowly used her eyes to go over to the blonde, before she grabbed her glass and she moved so that she could be next to him. She had to admit, he was cuter the closer one got. Jezebella leaned against the bar next to him, and she wondered how long it would take before he lost his common sense. Jezebella appreciated the compliment she received however she loved the fact that she was a lean, small beauty that one would not imagine to ever be that dark and morbid. Jezebella murmured in response, "Pleasure, Xavier. Must say, you are rather handsome too if I say so myself." She finished off her drink, and she ordered a new one, which was not good because the moment she moved, it felt rather funny to her. "Snow...I have heard of that name," mused the pure-blood for a moment, before she took a small sip of her drink, not realizing that with the vodka in her drink, she was already tipsy. Jezebella thought over his question and she nodded, "Yeah, because I wanted to have a good time. After some recent events, I just needed an escape. I just moved from England to New Zealand." And that move took months because of her little probation. Jezebella missed her family and all, but she had two baby brothers. That was all. She was not leaving too much behind. Her parents really wanted her married to a strong, pure-blood man. She did not want to be married, not now. She was too young. "Is this your first time?" Jezebella smiled graciously at Xavier.

 

[Xavier Snow]

Xavier watched carefully and suddenly wondered why she ordered an alcoholic beverage, was she listening to his taunting about being at a bar and not ordering an alcoholic drink? Well either way she had good taste because the Exotic Summernight was delicious to have. Maybe after he finished this one and he was still in the mood he could order one for himself. That would make it his third, or was it his fourth? Either way he would have had a decent a mount of alcohol in his system by that point and it would do his numbing body wonders. It would make him forget how miserable he was growing and how out of control things were starting to grow, soon he wouldn't be able to handle it at all and would probably just as his mother to knock some sense into him. She would be good at that he figured. "Honey, saying you were raised with grace is just of way of saying you were pretty much brainwashed as child to never have any fun. Make a fool of yourself..live a little. Would you rather sit there and pretend to be happy or actually drown the bad memories and actually be happy for a change?" Xavier took another large gulp of his drink and slammed the glass on the table. It made a light noise that caught the bartender's attention and made him turn his attention to the buzzed blonde. Once he made his way over he asked if Xavier wanted another drink and he of course ordered a Exotic Summernight like Jezebella did. But he also asked for a special request for more to be put into it. A light amount wasn't going to be enough. It seemed to him that this girl was entertaining enough to him to keep him around. Normally he tried to avoid chicks as of late. They were a troublesome bunch.

"Yeah I know I am." Xavier winked and he took a small sip of the Exotic Summernight before grinning and lowering the glass he had. He was cocky but he knew it was true, he had been told many times and both his parents were attractive. He was bound to be attractive somehow. "I live in New Zealand too. This is my first time too I'll admit. My mom would have killed me if I came around anything remotely close to a muggle-type thing. Now that I'm older there's not much she can do to stop me either. As long as I don't do anything stupid at least." Xavier shrugged his shoulders and flicked some of his hair out of his face before he coughed and took another drink from his Exotic Summernight that he ordered. His mother would still probably kill him if he found out. For someone so angelic and small, her temper was really bad. Xavier sometimes felt worse for Gabrielle who got the brunt of Danielle's anger as their mother really wanted Gabrielle to take an interest in being head. Too bad Gabrielle didn't take an interest in anything.

 

[Jezebella Hurley-Snow]

The second glass was enough to make her a little, happier. That was what it was. She was happier. Some men that looked a little formal seemed to be watching Jezebella's every movement. To her indigo eyes, they seemed like Aurors that were ordered to keep an eye on her in case she tried to harm someone. With this stuff coursing through her veins, that was almost impossible. Jezebella turned her eyes to Xavier and she was getting closer and closer to him, like a magnetic force. From his body to his hair to his eyes, Jezebella was almost entranced with him. How was it that alcohol made someone look better and better which each passing drink? The funny thing was, Jezebella had no idea that she was drinking herself drunk. Jezebella thought for a moment, and she shrugged lightly, "Actually, I had fun, a lot of fun. I got in trouble a lot and my parents rewarded me. But, some things happened and I am now on my own. But I prefer not to make a fool of myself, darling maggot. This young girl is rather happy right now." However, there was more than enough wrong with her life to make someone unhappy. Jezebella, a pure-blooded witch, was forced to live a life where she could slip up and curse someone, and end up in Azkaban. There were many things that could make her do that, and she was forced to live a muggle lifestyle. She finished off her second drink and then she set the glass on the bar. She was getting a little lightheaded. Was this normal with a drink that she had? She did not know at all.

Jezebella shook her head and she allowed her hand to rest on his chest, feeling the warmth of the skin that rested beneath. He knew that he was handsome, all right. He would be an idiot not to know. And she knew that she was one skinny beauty that did not weigh a hundred pounds, and if she did, it was not much over a hundred. Jezebella mused, "Why have I not seen you around then? Well, I think our parents would have both of our heads if they knew that we were here in a muggle land. Mine are a little nuts, but they hate everything muggle. I haven't seen them since I was on pr-er, moved to New Zealand." Wow, she almost slipped up there. Jezebella realized that she had not taken her hand off of his chest just yet, and she did almost immediately. She ordered her third drink, and once received, she took a small sip. It was clear at this point that she was drunk. The first time drinking - not even knowing what it was - with her small body, it did not take it long to flow into her system at all. This was what caused her to make the first move. Jezebella was never bold. She let the men come to her, and she shunned them like flies. However, Jezebella stared into Xavier's eyes, drunker than a common man, kissed him with passion, something she had missed so long in her life. She was young, and she was probably one of the hottest girls in here. Jezebella was a little vain, but now, her common sense was gone. "Wow, that is one lucky guy!" grumbled the bartender. Jezebella pulled away from the kiss, and with a seductive smile, she murmured, "Show me what it is like to live in sin."

 

[Xavier Snow]

Xavier still didn't believe her. Not one bit and that was probably because this girl reminded him of someone he had known all his life and seemed to be equally as miserable. His twin sister Gabrielle and Miss Jezebella seemed to have a lot of similarities that both led him to think they were nothing but miserable saps who liked to tell people otherwise. As he turned to give her a good look down he noticed that the alcohol was really getting to her already. A snort escaped him as he couldn't help but almost miss the days when he was a lightweight when it came to drinking anything with alcoholic in it. He already had five and he was barely even buzzed, but she had two at the most and she seemed close to slammed. She was as bad as his sister was once again. Gabrielle couldn't even have one drink before she was out and hammered. How was it that such a pretty looking women reminded him so much of someone he couldn't stand in the least bit. "You got in trouble and your parents rewarded you? Well now you just sound like nothing more than a spoiled brat who's indeed still miserable. I think you and my sister would really get along." Xavier winked and took another drink. Now he would be on his sixth. He still wasn't even slightly drunk but it didn't matter because he was having a good time being out with a girl other than one he was related to and one that didn't make him feel miserable and like a idiot. He flicked some hair out of his face and grinned as he watched some man win a lot of galleons at this game. He wasn't sure what it was but he could guess that it was Blackjack. That was the most common card game played around here. Should he bet and play at something too? Maybe the slots. Then again he didn't want himself to egt addicted to gambling either.

"Well before I lived in New Zealand I lived in France. Technically I have a house over there too since I play on the Professor Quidditch team in France. My mother isn't really in control of me any longer either. She has her own family to worry about." He answered Jezebella curtly. He thought he almost heard her say something else but she quickly changed her answer and went on to say that she hadn't seen her parents since she moved to New Zealand. Xavier paused in taking another drink when the women was looking into his eyes. He raised an eyebrow and wondered what in the world she was looking at him like that for, did he have something on his face? Jezebella was obviously far drunker than she should be to function properly. When Xavier was kissed passionately by her he froze and for a moment thought about what he should do. But then it became clear to him, she was a hot girl. What else would one do in this situation but take it as it went. Setting his drink down he allowed his hands to go to the side of her face and returned the kiss fully. Oh, he would show her how it felt to live in sin. And then he would let her discover the hell that always came after the sin. "Allow me then.." And he led her off.

 

[Jezebella Hurley-Snow]

The Next Morning

The sun washed into the hotel rom and it jarred the small, tiny, model-like pure-blood from her peaceful sleep. She had the most, intriguing dream. Jezebella was in a bar, and she was drinking some tasty orange drink, and she met some blonde boy. He was handsome, and Jezebella liked him enough to make love to him for the first time. Jezebella some pains in her thighs, upper thighs and it caused her eyes to flutter open. Her room looked really different compared to what she was used to. In fact, this looked an awful lot like the room that she had dreamed. Jezebella's indigo eyes gazed around as she sat up, and she glanced down to see that she was not exactly...dressed. She was completely nude! Jezebella grabbed the blanket and she wrapped it around her small body. Her eyes went to the side of the bed, and she was appalled. Well, that couldn't have been a dream then, what happened? Why would she have acted like that? Jezebella knew that she did not act like that to just anyone. She fought tooth and nail to make sure that she kept her purity. And she gave it away just like that? But she did not know just what else there was she had given away so easily, as if it were nothing. On her left ring finger, there was a beautiful band that had diamonds around it. Jezebella did not notice it right now, but she would soon enough. Jezebella was speechless, and she did not know what to say. She did not really remember what all happened, and certainly could not remember the intense night really. But she knew it happened, because she was sore.

"Get up, Xavier!" Jezebella finally made her voice known, and she quickly got up from the bed, and she raced to the bathroom. She found a robe and she slipped it around her, and a sparkle hit her eye. She glanced down at her hand, her left hand, and saw the ring. Jezebella had a flashback, of her wedding night, not to Xavier but to her now ex-fiance. Jezebella started to shake and she went to the sink, and splashed cold water to her face, but it did not wake her up. The thought of being married almost killed her, and made her violently ill. How could she do that? She started to think over the drink, and she thought that it tasted funny, it had to have had alcohol in it. Jezebella sank down on the ground and she glanced up at the door. Her parents would be pleased, that is for sure. They wanted her to be married to a pure-blood, and Xavier Snow - Snow's were pure-blood were they not? The Hurley's knew some Snow's, well, but personally but by reputation. Jezebella noticed that she did not have the door locked, but she felt almost violated. She lost her virginity, and she did not even want to lose it. Never let someone that close to her because well, she did not really meet any guy that wanted nothing more out of her. Only her body, and it was just a curse. All men were like that, weren't they? Jezebella cuddled her arms around her legs, and she let out a sigh. She just waited for the man to get up and leave. Leave her, and probably not even remember what has happened. Jezebella was bound to marriage, to a man that she did not know. She has not reached through the pissed off stage, which was coming....

 

[Xavier Snow]

Xavier was completely aware of what had happened between him and the women he met in the bar last night. He wasn’t even drunk when it had all happened. He was more or less buzzed to the point where his judgment was a little bit fuzzier than it usually was. But he knew right away what he was doing when they had gotten married and slept together. She had told him that she wanted him to show her how to Sin. Well he had done that easily. Now it was time for her to witness the hell that all sinners were damned to. After she suffered for a bit and freaked out he could tell her that the marriage was easily reversible and stuff. But she had to panic and give him amusement before he said even a single word to her. She yelled for him to get up and he grumbled under his breath. He would have told her to shove off and mind her own business. But she had gotten off the bed first and rushed to the bathroom. It took at least minutes before he had enough energy to move and actually respond to the fact that this woman was being completely overdramatic about this. The blonde sat up and lazily scratched his hair before he removed he covers and glanced down at his nude body. Xavier shrugged his shoulders and put his boxers on to slightly cover himself before he fully rose from the bed and glanced out the window. Being married already sucked for Xavier and it had only been one day since they tied the knot. Women sucked in general because they always brought obnoxious problems like this into his life. He should have just left this one drunk on the curb and gone back to his hotel room. She was crazy and because of her he had to listen to this stuff every morning. God his mom was going to have a fit over this. And she would probably want to kill him once the news got out. But that couldn’t be as bad as what Gabrielle was doing. Wasn’t she pregnant? Oh wait, he had kids too. Yeah he mom was going to rip him to pieces then used the parts she still had left to feed to some demonic dragon or something creepy like that. In the corner of the room Xavier strolled over and grabbed himself a small glass and put some ice in, before he them poured himself a hefty glass of scotch.

After his drink was poured he walked into the Bathroom where Jezebella was. One look and he rolled his eyes at her, she was worse than Alyssa was and that was saying something. ”Wow, you know you’re being extremely overdramatic about this right?” He lazily leaned against the doorway and took a drink of the scotch. His mother wouldn’t have tolerated that behavior from people so before he even thought about bringing her to meet his mother he would have to teach her how to control her emotions better. He would allow her to compose herself and get off the floor before he said anything else to her. He didn’t want to get smacked and he didn’t want her to start killing people or anything

 

[Jezebella Hurley-Snow]

Her indigo eyes slowly gazed up and when she saw the blonde, they narrowed. They were almost like slits by the time she really noticed it. Slowly, the thin and small beauty rose to her feet, and she glared harshly. It was nothing short of anger by now, as it had settled in quite lovely. Enraged, almost close to exploding as her skin only flushed with the added blood pressure. She walked over to him, before she knocked the glass of scotch out of his hand. She hissed, "Overdramatic? Oh please, you are lucky I am on probation or else I would have castrated you by now with a little Sectumsempra." Jezebella went over to her clothing, and she quickly changed from the bathrobes and she slipped on her gown that she had packed with her. Even married, she did not feel comfortable really alone with some man that she did not even know. Oh she barely remembered last night, but once she brushed her hair, she looked like no one had touched her. Oh her parents would love this. They wanted her to be married, and they wanted her to straighten up. But in a few short years, she would be allowed to kill. She would be happy to have someone in her life but at her own time. Jezebella muttered, "I did not run from the alter just to be married to some kid." She had earned the title of run away bride, and she was going to keep that title. But there was something in her mind, something that she did not think before now. Xavier knew that they had gotten married last night. He knew about it, and he did nothing to stop it.

Her eyes went over her flat stomach, and she almost prayed that she was not pregnant. She knew how those that were only engaged into a one night stand or something similar that they may end up pregnant. Jezebella prayed that it was not the case at all. Her cold indigo eyes turned toward Xavier, and she smirked, "Fine, so long as we are married, things will be handled my way. First things first..." She walked over to the scotch, grabbed the bottle and hurled it at the wall, shattering the alcohol all over the wall. It dripped down the wall, and she smirked a little viciously. He did not even know that she was on probation, and one spell used to harm another, and she would be whisked off to Azkaban. Three years ago, there was her article all over the Daily Prophet in England, about how she nearly killed a student in school, and how her trial went. For a few months to a year, she was almost famous. No one did not know about her case, and she was hated, loved, adored, shamed. Jezebella turned her eyes to the blonde and she said with a sickening sweet voice, "You took my virginity, my freedom to live as a single woman; I am taking away all your alcohol. Sounds like an even trade, but I think you enjoyed the alcohol more than I enjoyed you know..." Jezebella faded out a bit, but she just shook her head. She seemed calm, but the moment Xavier would lay a hand on her, she would very easily make herself known for being stronger than she appeared, including her punches.