A Hidden Account

[Jeremiah Raven]

Jeremiah was ready to just hang up his robes and quit. Usually, he would attempt school work, even if it was not really something he was good at, or made an honest attempt at completing, this assignment he was just not prepared to do. For starters, it was Muggle Studies. Jeremiah, while having a muggle-born friend and having spent some time with his muggle family, still knew very little about the whole thing. He could not find Ryder anywhere to ask for his assistance, and even if he could, he doubted Ryder would give it. Not only had he been having problems with the Hufflepuff, but he doubted ryder would feel comfortable with who he would be working with. Was Professor Hayes insane? He thought the woman was a decent professor, but really. Liam? He would have honestly rathered Conan. He could work with Conan, all he had to do was mention the Borely Mansion, and he was sure Conan would do the same. It would keep both in line. But Liam? Nothing. He hated the Slytherin, and he was quite sure the Slytherin was not exactly an admirer. Which was why he decided that the Abandoned classroom would be best. There would be less of a chance for them to bother others, but it did mean that he had to talk quite a walk to get books and bring them back when needed.

With a stack of books in his arms, he dropped them onto the table he and Liam currently occupied. So far, they had gotten no-where. No-where at all. Jeremiah had simply gone to get more books because he was sick as just staring awkwardly at the books they already had, or worse, Liam himself. They had to write an essay about the function of cars in muggle society. He wasn't even sure of the differences between cars, but apparently they were different. And all had different functions. And there were... trucks and buses and some of these were public and private and had different licenses and... it was hard. He sat down across from Liam, and sighed. This was impossible. He picked up his quill and began to scribble down some facts. It had to be a good essay, otherwise there would be a high chance of failing. He was not worried about failing, however, he was worried about spending too much time with Liam. A fight would surely happen if they spoke too much. He looked up, realising that the book he needed was just out of his reach. He looked at Liam tiredly. "Could you pass the book?" he asked, pointing to his desired book.
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[Liam Nightray]

No matter how hard he tried, Liam still can't come up with a logical reason why their professor had suddenly decided to make them do an assignment n pairs. He hated being in a group. He rather work on his own that let other people drag him down. What made matters worse, he had been paired up that stupid Gryffindor. He hated Jeremiah. No. His dislike for the boy exceeds even hate. He despised the gryffindor so much that he wished him a slow and painful death. The boy's tendency to act like a hero and to poke his nose in other people's business annoyed him. Just the sight of the boy's face makes him boil in anger. Didn't their professor notice how he would always avoid being in close proximity with that flea? Didn't she felt how much he despised him? He had thought that their professor was fairly decent, but with this arrangement, maybe he shouldn't have given their professor even a tiny bit of respect. He shouldn't have taken the subject in fact! He was a pureblood and his family greatly despised halfbreeds and those filthy mudbloods. Yet, there he was, taking this subject about those fleas. If only he didn't need this for his future career, he wouldn't have bothered with it. But alas, there he was, sitting inside the abandoned classroom, staring in annoyance at the piece of parchment before him.

The slytherin grit his teeth as he scribbled a few words into the parchment again. He had barely written anything. Why do they have to write an essay about muggle transportation anyway? It's not like he'd be using one in the future. He rather be caught dead than to ride those silly machines created by those filthy pathetic excuses for human beings. He read what he had written and his eyebrows curled in annoyance. He crossed out a few words and rolled the parchment into a ball, throwing it away without bothering where it would land. He had wasted a lot of parchments already and with the rate that he's going, he'd probably ran out of stock soon. He pulled another parchment from his bag and began to write. However, the stupid gryffindor decided to break the silence that he had been trying to preserve so far. He was trying not to pay attention to the boy. In fact, he had been intentionally ignoring him ever since they arrived in the room. He had already been successful in making himself believe that he was alone. Yet, the flea had to be too stupid and remind him that he did exist and that he was sharing the room with him. He raised his gaze from the parchment and glared at the boy before him. He then look at where the boy was pointing and slowly grab the book. "I am not your slave," he told him sharply, placing the book loudly in front of him and placing his hand on top of it. "And I will use it. Get yourself another book." He really had no intention to use the said book before the gyrffindor had asked for it. But because the stupid flea had broken his concentration, he would not let him get away with it. Besides, if he had not been doing well with what's he's doing, then he certainly will not help the boy too. He definitely didn't want that flea to finish before him.​

 

[Jeremiah Raven]

Jeremiah immediately regretted asking for the book. He should have just lent over the table and collected it, but he wished to be no closer to Liam than was necessary. However, it seemed that the Slytherin wished to be difficult, and this automatically brought out Jeremiah's stubborn side. Liam was insufferable. It was literally impossible to be anywhere near the boy because he was so insufferable. He was rude, arrogant, and really needed to be bitten by a doxie. He looked down at his parchment, which was severely lacking in words, and looked back at Liam as he spoke. He smiled sarcastically. "Oh really? You certain look like a slave," he commented. He watched for Liam's reaction, as he knew that it would surely push a button. He was not in the mood to tread carefully around the Slytherin, he would either behave and help him, or he would have to be prepared for some opposition from Jeremiah. The Gryffindor was too tired to deal with his antics, and far too stressed out to play the timid one.

Jeremiah flared his nostrils in annoyance. "You don't understand you arrogant twit, I need that book," he snapped. It was about buses, and the only thing Jeremiah knew about muggle buses was that it would be useful if one came crashing through the stone walls of the castle and hit Liam. However, there was no justice in the world, and he doubted that it would ever happen. He was not going to allow himself to fail because of the idiot in front of him, so he stood up, and attempted to collect the book manually. If Liam had a problem with it, then Jeremiah would be happy to 'take it outside' so to speak. There was already far too much ego residing in the room simply because of the Slytherin's presence. This would have been so much easier if he were by himself. Liam was an impossible partner. A kneazle would be easier to work with than Liam. A troll could probably do more.
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[Liam Nightray]

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<COLOR color="#000">Liam had no patience when it comes to dealing with other people, in fact, he hardly had any patience in anything. He was quick to irritation and it was fairly easy to get him heated up. But when it comes to Jeremiah, his already nonexistent patience could certainly ran out in record time. He despised everything about the boy. The Gryffindor was intolerable and Liam had no time to try to tolerate the boy's childish and idiotic antics. The gryffindor's statement certainly hit a nerve. Liam was proud and to be compared to a slave was definitely unacceptable to him. How could he look like slave? Jeremiah looked more like a slave to him. The boy associates with half breeds and mudbloods. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if the boy was one either. The Slytherin slammed his hands on the table and abruptly stood up. "Then you should have your eyes checked. Otherwise, I would gladly pull them out as they seemed to be worthless anyway," he threatened, eyes narrowed in irritation. He was already too irritated with the amount of work that they had to do. They barely made any progress and he certainly didn't want to stay in the room with the Gryffindor any longer. The probably of him killing the gryffindor's really high.

The Slytherin pulled the book that the gryffindor was attempting to get. He was definitely stubborn and he would definitely not let the boy get what he wanted. The boy seemed like he needed that book so much which gave Liam more reason to prevent him from obtaining it. "Which part of I will use it did you not understand you idiotic flea?" He had no intention of letting go of the book and once the Slytherin had set his mind on something, nothing will ever change his decision. He really couldn't understand why he had to be paired with this stupid flea. That stupid puff would have been a better partner than him. Annoyed, the Slytherin took one of the parchments that he had rolled into a ball and threw it at the gryffindor's face. If Jeremiah had no intention to back down, then so be it. If he wanted war, then war it shall be.​

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[Jeremiah Raven]

Jeremiah narrowed his eyes at the Slytherin. No work would be accomplished with this boy in the same room as him. Miah too stubborn to even attempt to find common ground with this boy. He was just a total neanderthal and proved that some people were just idiots, and that was that. Liam would probably always be this way, because he was an arrogant snake that needed to get out of the Gryffindor's way. He had been a thorn in Jeremiah's side since they had first met, and now Jeremiah's temper had reached boiling point when it came to this boy. The Italian was sick of him, sick to death. As Liam stood up, Miah followed suit, and glowered at him. With his fists cluntching some parchment on the table, he held the Slytherin's gaze. "Just try it.I dare you," he said, not truly believing for one moment that Liam was any threat to him. "You're all talk."

He was being a total child. Jeremiah just wanted the damned book, it was not that hard. They could have had this over and done with and could have returned to ignoring each other's existence. Seriously, this was getting ridiculously complicated as the seconds ticked by. Jeremiah's hand was placed firmly beside Liam's on the book, as he too had no plans of releasing the book easily. Now he wanted it more, not only because he needed it, but because he knew that it would p!ss Liam off to know that he had it, and that was exactly what he wanted. "I got confused - because you are being a pathetic child. My apologies." He flinched slightly to protect his eyes from the piece of parchment thrown at him, but he hand remained firmly on the book. In irritation, he picked up another book, and thrust it into Liam's arm in a backhanding motion, in an attempt to loosen the Slytherin's grip of his book.
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[Liam Nightray]

Liam was sure that the gryffindor had a death wish. How dare he accuse him of being all talk only? Liam had never been so humiliated in all his sixteen years of existence and he was certainly not pleased. He had been raised to be proud and he wouldn't never let anyone to look down on him, especially not this stupid flea. He would rather die that let the Gryffindor step on him. The sixteen years old pursed his lips and made a motion to grab the his quill. Well if the Gryffindor was daring him, then he shall show him that he's a man who honors his words. He'll gladly stab the boy's eyes with the quill if the boy wanted it. Forget being punished, he could take any punishment as long as he could show this boy that he should never mess with him. Not in this lifetime. Not ever. "I resent that," he started, glaring at the Gryffindor before him. "Try saying that again, will you?"

The Slytherin didn't care whether he was acting like a kid. All he wanted was for the Gryffindor to stop bothering him and to not be really stupid for once but he guessed that that was impossible. The stupidity was probably on the Gryffindor's genes and it was really getting on his nerves. He had no intention to back down and if Jermiah couldn't see that, then it was not his fault. Liam had never been one to turn his back on challenges after all. He had never been one to accept defeat either. He tightened his hold on the book and narrowed his eyes at the Gryffindor. He cared not whether the book would rip into two with them pulling on both sides. He didn't really need that book anyway. He was just being too stubborn to let go, and besides, if the book would be of help to Jeremiah, then he'd rather it be torn into two or burst in flames. He'd do anything not to let Jeremiah get any help if he wasn't making any progress with his work either. "You got confused because you're stupid, don't mistake that for being my fault." He pulled harder at the book, his essay lay forgotten on the desk. He flinched when a book came in contact with his arm. His already narrowed eyes narrowed even further in annoyance and thus, with one hand pulling on the book, he reached for another book with the other and hit the boy on the head with it. He would gladly hit him once more if he would keep on being such an idiotic flea. ​

 

[Jeremiah Raven]

I suck because of my lateness!
Jeremiah locked his jaw as his mouth became a firm line. He was baiting Liam and he knew it was bad, but the Gryffindor couldn't help himself. The Slytherin had been an irritant in Jeremiah's life for quite a while now, and he was over it. It was just simpler to hate the boy than trying to ignore him and be responsible and not let himself get too annoyed with him. Liam seemed to be thinking along similar lines, because the glare Jeremiah was receiving looked looked downright vile and quite effective in making Jeremiah re-evaluate his position. However, the stubbornness that had driven Miah for a large part of his life returned, and he narrowed his eyes at the boy across from him, leaning just a little closer as his mouth twisted upwards ever-so-slightly. "You didn't hear?" he said, mocking the Slytherin. "Let me say it slowly: You, are all, talk."

Jeremiah felt he deserved a holiday away from Liam already. This assignment wasn't going anywhere. They would have an easier time doing this by themselves. In fact, Jeremiah was sure his own mother would be a better work partner - and she knew nothing about muggles, and he knew next to nothing about muggles. He tried to duck as the book came his way, however he was limited to the amount of movement he had since he hand was still holding the book. Feeling a pain in his head, his temper flared and he gave one final tug on the book, before pushing forward, hoping to catch the Slytherin off balance and make him fall. If he failed, he was all too happy to hit the Slytherin again with his other book.
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[Liam Nightray]

It's fine

As a kid, and even until he had grown to be who he is now, Liam had made his share of death threats to whoever had gotten on his nerves. It would usually work on those who were weak willed or those who just fear the intensity of his glares. Mostly, those death threats were only for show and rarely did he follow through them. It was only to drive those idiots away from his business. He gave away threats the same way that some people would give away compliments. While he was taught to always honor his words, he was aware that most of those threats were empty. It wasn't like he could parade around and kill every person that he had given death threats to. Perhaps he could do it, but that time wasn't now. Not when he was still a sixteen year old kid depending on his grandparents no matter how much he hated it. He was aware that at some point, he was indeed all talk, but that didn't mean that he needed someone to rub it in his face. He didn't need someone to tell him that all his threats were mere words and that he was all talk. He especially didn't need the Gryffindor to say it in his face. The boy's words seemed to echo in his ears, and the Slytherin had had enough of it. He had enough of that stupid paperwork, he had enough of sitting around and reading books about those stupid muggles, he had enough of the Gryffindor, had enough of his presence, his face, his voice, his everything. He had had enough and all that he wanted to do at the moment was to prove that he could do what he said he would do. But instead of burying the quill into the Gryffindor's eyes like what he had intended to do, he threw it at the boy's face. A childish action, but he had already lost control and had little care about maturity anymore. "Screw you!" he screamed, his body shaking in anger."You don't know who I am or what I am, so shut up, just shut your d@mn mouth!" he said with a snarl. He was not one for profanity, but with this stupid lion, he couldn't help it. The boy was just asking for it.

Liam knew that there would be no end to this argument. He was quite sure that they would not be able to finish this assignment, not when it was the two of them who was paired to work on it. Maybe he could storm into their professor's room and ask for a change of partners. He didn't like working within a team, he rather work by himself, but if it meant that he'd get himself rid of the gryffindor, then any partner would be fine. Even a muggleborn partner would be better than the Gryffindor. The Slytherin kept his hold on the book, stubborn not to let go. Perhaps if he just forget about his pride for once and just let the gryffindor have the book, then they could return to their own businesses of ignoring each other. But alas, he was too proud. He wasn't going to let it end with the gryffindor's victory. His hold on the book was tight, pulling harder even after he had hit the boy in the head. He had a thought of just letting go of the book to make the gryffindor lose balance and fall but Jeremiah had beaten him to it. Liam staggered backward, flailing his hand around as he desperately tried to maintain his balance, but despite his attempt, he fell hard on his butt. His face reddened both in anger and embarrassment, but mostly because of the former. He got to his feet and dusted off his pants, stalking over to the Gryffindor's side of the table and slamming the book on it. "You're a word-class jerk you d@mn idiot. I'll kill you." He grabbed a fistful of the Gryffindor's shirt. He didn't know how many times he had sworn that day, he had already lost count but he thought that the lion deserved it. He picked up the book again and swung, hoping the hit the Gryffindor straight in the face. Perhaps there will really be no end to this argument. Not until one of them surrenders or accept defeat.​

 

[Abbigale Raven]

Professor Abbigale Jinxx had been having a most uneventful and really quite relaxing day. She hadn't broken up any fights, no one had needed any detention and help with her classes, which was a good thing she must admitt. Since her decision to split from Jasper, her mind had been plagued with what to tell her children. They were smart and they knew something was wrong. She just didn't want to have the whole "mummy and daddy don't love each other anymore" talk with them. It would break her heart she was sure. However, no matter how hard she thought about it, she could come up with no other conclusion. How did you explain a divorce to the children anyway. She had never thought about it before, the word was a foreign concept and it felt dirty just thinking about it. She had always said she would never marry a man she didn't love and whilst she hadn't, she had never expected that she would grow to no longer love Jasper, she was beginning to think she never had, and that scared her. So when Ciro Raven, a man she had been trying to hide her affections for, came by her office and asked her out on a nice leisurely stroll, she didn't really have any other inkling to say anything but yes. Which was what they were now doing. She had not been on a lovely leisurely stroll of the castle before. It was strange, considering it was full of children and other adults, however, seeing as it was mostly down time for the students, they didn't seem to be running into anyone, it felt oddly nice. Abby peeked at Ciro from the corner of her eye. She was purposely trying to hide her appraisal, but she didn't think she was succeeding all that well.

Ciro was a fine man. Cultured, kind and warm, at least from what she had experienced with the limited conversations they'd had. He seemed to try and talk to her often, though she didn't always want to have a bar of it. He seemed to be doing the chasing, and whilst she was trying to throw him off by appearing not interested, he often caught her off guard, like today. It's hard to remain nonchalant, when one has an admirer much like her Mr Darcy here. Which reminded her, "I'm glad you were so amenable to wearing that costume, Mr Raven." She had become accustomed to calling him as such, after the Halloween feast. He was not Mr Darcy, but he was certainly a Mr Raven and she would see to it, that he was reminded of it, in whatever way she could. "Winning best couple like that was certainly a surprise." Abby had never expected it to be sure. Wasn't the award submitted by the students. Did they really see her and Ciro like that? If it was true, she was probably going to have to be more careful, though honestly, strolling around like this, was most definitely not helping at all. "Do you suppose-" Abby was cut short by someone yelling. She couldn't be sure, but it seemed to be coming from the Abandoned Classroom. With a quick glance over her shoulder at Ciro, she immediately quickened her pace to the door, for she was not running in these shoes, and yanked it open. Her eyes settled on the figures of two of her students. One Jeremiah Raven and Liam Nightray. Both sixth years, both old enough to know better. Nightray had Raven in his grasp and the fury in Abby's eyes was enough to say how extremely not happy with this scenario she was. "Mr Nightray, let go of Mr Raven, immediately and step away from him." Her voice was not loud, but it was also not quiet. Abby couldn't believe this. "Now... what in the name of Merlin, is going on here?"
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[Cirino Raven]

Ciro enjoyed walking around the halls of the castle. While it encouraged good behaviour among the students, he also enjoyed getting out of his office and absorbing the atmosphere of the institution. There was no better companion he could think of than one Abbigale. He liked her, he made it no secret. There was no point in pretending and behaving like a child. So, naturally, he was pleased to find that she had accepted his invitation and they began to walk. Ciro nodded his head as he thought about Halloween, something he had never really taken part of, but had always wanted to. "Indeed," he said, thinking back to their joint award. But really, who else would have received it? "The students really seemed to enjoy the night, and that is always a good thing." It was, after all, for the students to enjoy. As Abbigale continued their conversation, she paused, and Ciro had no need to ask why.

He followed Abbigale to the source of the noise and inwardly as he saw his very own younger brother in the hands of another student. He stood beside Abbigale and allowed her to take the lead, as the senior professor, and folded his arms across his chest. The majority of his anger was focused on the Gryffindor, however, as Jeremiah was not raised to be an animal. "Speak, both of you," he demanded in a low voice, deciding that the boys needed a little prompting to answer Abbigale.
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[Jeremiah Raven]

All Jeremiah wanted was to just get this stupid assignment finished and just get away from Liam. he was sick of the Slytherin. He was so sick and tired of him that all he wanted to do was throw him away. The only thing that made him mildly amused was seeing Liam on his butt. However, the Slytherin was soon up - looking redder than ever - and returned t being a jerk. Jeremiah's mouth dropped open. "I'm the jerk? Have you looked in a mirror?" he demanded, flinging his hand out to gesture towards Liam. If anyone was a jerk here, Liam would be the first. This wouldn't have even happened if Liam had have just given Jeremiah the book - that was all the Gryffindor wanted. He wasn't asking for a liver, just a damn book! He flinched as his shirt was grabbed, and tried to release himself fro the Slytherin's grasp. His arm flew up to his face to shield himself from the blow of the book, and he began pushing against Liam, vying for freedom. He paused, however, when he heard two voices he really did not want to hear.

Professor Hayes looked about ready to hex the both of them, while Ciro wasn't too happy either, standing right next to her with his arms across his chest. Jeremiah's mouth hung open, before pushing Liam away from him and fixing his shirt. "P-professor," he said, looking between Professor Hayes and Ciro, not really sure on who he should be focusing his gaze on. He decided on the female professor, and tucked his hands into his pockets. What was he supposed to say? If he told the truth - he didn't even know what the truth would be. They were fighting over a book? Was that really the issue here? The Italian had no idea, but silence was not an option. "I... we had a disagreement, Mam," he explained, looking at Liam and expecting confirmation to come from the Slytherin. "Things got a little heated."
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[Liam Nightray]

Things had, undoubtedly, escalated quickly. Liam was seething in anger, pushing against the Gryffindor, determined not to let the other go. He wasn't physically violent, but Miah brings out the worst in him. The only thing that he had to do was breath and Liam would snap immediately. He preferred not to resort to any physical harm as much as possible, but with the Gryffindor, it was inevitable. Professor Hayes should have known better than to put them in a team. He couldn't even stand being in the same room as Jeremiah, how could he possibly stand talking to him and cooperating with him just to finish the stupid muggle studies homework like they were buddies? He was prepared to hit the Gryffindor just to stop him from opening that cursed mouth of his again, but his hand stopped in midair as he heard two voices he rather not hear.

Professor Hayes didn't look too pleased, and so was the professor with her. Liam was reluctant to let the Gryffindor go, but he supposed he had no choice. He didn't really want his family to know about this. He was supposed to be mature and responsible, getting into a stupid fight with the pathetic excuse for a human being named Jeremiah couldn't be counted as being mature. He released the Lion from his grasp, but as a last act of defiance, despite knowing that they were being watched, he harshly pushed the Gryffindor away from him. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, not bothering to pretend to look guilty at all. In fact, he was still glaring, both at the Gryffindor and at their Muggle studies professor. Upon hearing the Gryffindor's explanation, he sneered. Disagreement? It wasn't a disagreement. In fact, didn't they both agreed that they hated each other's existence? It was with this mutual agreement that they were constantly at each other's throat, though mostly, it was him who starts the fights. He kept his mouth, determined not to answer any of the professor's question. It was her fault to begin with. If she had been more observant to notice that he and Jeremiah hated each others guts, then this could have been prevented. He, however, didn't miss the look that the Gryffindor had given him. Was he expecting him to support him and help him get them out of this situation? Well news flash, he wouldn't. Professor Raven did say that they should both speak, but he decided not to care anymore. His family would hear about this anyway.. He stood his ground, still too proud even if he was already dealing with people who could make his remaining stay at Hogwarts a living hell.​

 

[Abbigale Raven]

Abbigale did not at all miss the look on the Slytherin's face. In fact she was very aware of it both because Jeremiah was Ciro's younger brother so she was focusing on Liam and also because she had a knack for being able to tell when students were glaring at her. Must have been that mother's instinct. She glared right back at them this time though, because she was sick of the pair of them. She stepped further into the room and shut the door to any prying eyes. She was indeed not in a good mood right now despite the blissful day she had been having. "You would call that a disagreement?" Abbigale asked, crossing her own arms in the process. "I really wouldn't want to see what you would classify as assault then, Mr Raven." Abbigale continued, looking at both of the boys. When then turned her head to the Slytherin. "As for you, Mr Nightray, do not even dare to think that I would allow that little push at the end to go unpunished. You are both as guilty as each other, but at least Mr Raven stopped when he was told." Abby couldn't even express the anger and disappointment in the pair of them right now. "It is rather fortunate that neither of you are prefects, is it not, because otherwise I would definitely be recommending that you lose your badges. I happen to know this is not the first time something of this nature has occurred." Abbigale realised now that perhaps pairing the boys for an assignment was a bad call on her part, but that did not excuse this sort of behaviour. Abbigale was quite certain that both of them were in complete control of their faculties at this time, so this was more then unacceptable behaviour. "I don't believe that either of you are stupid. In fact, you both get pretty decent grades, so I don't understand why either of you would have expected to get away with something like this?"

Abby shook her head and sighed as she had to reign in her annoyance and instead looked down her nose at the two boys. "You are both too proud and too stubborn to admit it, but neither of you is any better then the other. As for you Mr Nightray, you really need to lose that superior attitude of yours because believe me when I tell you that it will get you worse then killed." Abby knew of some people that were in bad places because they weren't careful about who they pissed off. "Who started this?" She demanded, looking between both the boys, though she was pretty sure she knew who the culprit was.
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