Don't be a disaster...

[Chaos Zhefarovich]

This was going to be a long week. Due to his parents making plans without him knowing, Chaos Zhefarovich had no other choice than to stay over at Alana Finch’s house for seven full days. Not only was he in a sorry mood, he was having some sort of mixed feelings right now about the whole ordeal. He looked forward to tormenting Alana in some way, but he didn’t want to be around her because of their situation. They were engaged. It was because they were engaged was the reason why Chaos and Scarlet ultimately decided to break up. Chaos had strong feelings for Scarlet, but figured that it would save them some drama in the future. Besides, he had a feeling that someone else was after her heart. He needed to back away. His father told him weekly that he needed to start wooing his future wife, which only made Chaos walk to another room. ‘Easy for you to say, dad. You had multiple women before settling down,’ thought Chaos bitterly as he walked along the alley toward Alana’s house, behind none other than Benjamen once more. Benjame mentioned that Chaos’ potions were growing, and thought he would be able to impress Alana’s father.

After arriving to the house, Chaos peeked up from his cloak that covered his head. His purple eyes watched as the father of his future wife answered the door and invited the two of them inside. Chaos had a bag with him slung over his shoulders, and as he stepped, the vials of empty potion vials clang together. Benjamen did not say anything to Chaos, but appeared to be talking strictly to Ioan. Chaos sighed before he stood there awkwardly, looking very uncomfortable because he was not exactly used to this sort of environment. Sure, the Finch’s were definitely not poor, but it was still less than what he was used to. Chaos kept his head low, as he recalled over the events of a few days ago, where he and Scarlet ended their relationship. It was true. Neither of them could ever hope to be together and wanted to save them the drama. Chaos knew that he could never truly be hers while he was symbolically wearing an engagement ring to Alana. Just that if he tried anything, he would be killed. Chaos did value his life after all. Sighing, he remained at Benjamen’s side. He did not want to really talk to anyone right now. The sooner he could go home, the better.

If I need to edit or something, just tell me, okay?​

 

[Alana Finch]

Alana was seated on the steps near the top of the flight of stairs, facing the doorway so she would be ready when Chaos had arrived. The news had come as little surprise to her when she’d discovered that he was on his way, though her parents had left out the detail of the length of his visit. Alana figured she could deal with Chaos for an afternoon since she had done it before, not happily but she had done it. With a sigh, she flipped the page of the gossip magazine in her lap. She’d just finished reading about the latest breakup that had happened with her favorite quidditch player. He was a Keeper like her, smoking hot, and Alana had a massive crush on the man. She’d even recently hung a picture up in her dorm room, though her bedroom still was free from anything that identified her as a quidditch fan. Her father hated the sport and still couldn’t understand why she’d chosen to play. Lifting her head up as her father held open the door for Chaos and his escort, Alana’s red eyes looked for any changes in the teen. He looked much the same as he had over the summer, maybe a little taller and more sullen. Alana grimaced. This was no cake walk for her either, and she would be sure to let him know that if he complained at all. The Slytherin girl stood up, making her presence known as she left the magazine on the steps. This was the first time that she’d seen him since last break, before they’d begun writing letters to each other. She hadn’t mentioned that to her father at all, not wanting him to think that the letters meant anything. They didn’t. Not really anyway.

Alana’s ponytail bounced as she bounded down the steps, figuring that she’d take Chaos into the living room once more where they’d sit in silence or chat, really she didn’t care either way, while her father and Mr. Zhefarovich worked in the basement. The teenager stopped short as she noticed a rather large bag on Chaos’ shoulder. Suddenly, she realized that this wouldn’t just be a short afternoon visit. Alana glared at the back of her father’s head, angry with him for not telling her. Just then, her father turned and urged her to greet their guests and then show Chaos to the guest bedroom. Alana murmured out a quick hello before doing a quick turn and stomping her way up the stairs. The stairs groaned in protest of the rough treatment. “Are you coming or what?” she threw back when she didn’t hear any other footsteps but her own. Her father growled her name in warning, and she glanced back, an expression of innocence on her face as if she had no clue what she’d said wrong. The blonde turned and finished heading up the steps, walking past her bedroom, the first open door on the left, and her brother’s locked door before throwing open the door right across from it. The room looked like it had been recently cleaned as if her parents had known for a while about their guest’s stay. She didn’t doubt that they did. She waited for him to catch up and head into the room. “Here it is” she stated. “The bathroom is across the hall from my room” she added, letting him know that unlike his house, he wouldn’t get his own bathroom here. “How many days are you here for?” she asked, stepping into the room and crossing her arms. She needed to know what she was dealing with here.

 

[Chaos Zhefarovich]

Chaos felt as though he did not want to move, and he didn't. Even when Alana walked in, he barely looked up in response. Things were a little confusing for him, and looking at her now would make things even worse. He opted to just do nothing. Even as Alana urged him to come upstairs in her own way, he did not move. That is, until Benjamen told him to shape up, and get upstairs. Chaos gave Benjamen a glare, before receiving one back, which didn't help the case. Sighing, Chaos finally moved his legs to where he was walking up the stairs. The stairs didn't protest as much as they did when Alana was working her way up them. Chaos looked down as his shoes met with the stairs. He finally arrived to the top of the stairs, and looked in the direction where Alana was. She opened the bedroom door where he would be staying. He walked inside, and looked in the direction of the bathroom for future reference. He set his bag aside on the floor, and sat down on the bed. He figured that he would not have his own bathroom, but he would deal. Definitely. He had no other choice.

"A week," answered Chaos in a monotone voice. His purple eyes stared down at his lap as he debated over what he needed to do. Were they could to chat? Or just remain in silence and in different rooms? Chaos had a better time communicating in letters than in person because his filter was nonexistent. Havoc was teaching him to hold his tongue, but it was not very possible for the former Hufflepuff. He looked to the side, and folded his arms across his chest. He literally was quiet, which was not common for him, no matter the situation. He was out of his territory. He didn't know what to do or say. Finally, Chaos said, "I broke up with Scarlet." Oh right, she didn't like it when he mentioned her name. Well, too late for that not. "Not that you'd care for that. I just found the whole thing pointless." It was true. Why bother dating someone if he was never going to marry them?​

 

[Alana Finch]

Was I this miserable looking when I went to his house?, Alana wondered to herself as Chaos entered the room and sat on the bed, giving her an answer but in a very un-Chaos like way. He wasn't even looking at her, his eyes trained on the ground. Alana's red eyes narrowed as she stared at the boy, wondering what was wrong with him. He looked like he'd been on the wrong end of a depression potion. Finally, he moved, his arms anyway to mimic her stance as he remained on the bed. This looked a bit more normal, but he hadn't said a word since he'd answered her question and that had been a few minutes ago. There was no sound in the room, and really the only sound she heard right now was her father and Chaos' family member. The two men were talking loudly about Obsidian Harbour and some plans to head over there.

As Chaos finally broke the silence in the room, her attention was drawn from continuing to eavesdrop. "Oh" Alana stated at his confession. It was really all she could think to say. She wasn't bothered by the news. It didn't make her happy either. The news was just there, floating in the air between them and Alana didn't know what to do with it. She didn't know if Chaos expected her to say something else, so instead she leaned against the wall, just listening as he continued. "Well, I could have told you that" she rolled her eyes. It was no secret that Alana didn't like Scarlet. "Is that why you're so mopey? I thought you were just miserable because you were stuck here for a week, and I was going to tell you to suck it up. But...break ups suck." Alana would know. And, her relationship hadn't lasted anywhere near as long as Chaos and Scarlet had been together. "It's nice to know that you have some normal feelings in there and not just weird murdery ones" she gave him an odd smile, one that was halfway between being sympathetic for him and wanting to smirk at her last comment. It was the first time that she'd even come close to joking about the incident in the Forbidden Forest.

 

[Chaos Zhefarovich]

Chaos looked down at his hands with his purple eyes, wondering if this was what the marriage was going to be like. Awkward stances, very minimal talking. He was better when he was writing her because he could take his time and think about what he was saying to her. Now, he never thought about what came out of his mouth. It was his ultimate flaw. It was something that he could likely never change. Chaos snickered, albeit slowly. Almost as if he were nervous "No. I mean, this isn't my home and I don't do well in a strange environment. But the break up isn't why I am like this." Sure, it didn't help how he was feeling right now, which he hated because he was taught to think that feelings were what made people weak. Chaos hated that, and he felt that when he was full of anger and rage, he felt stronger, but perhaps he wasn't in some aspect. Perhaps it was something else. Chaos couldn't help but look at her when she cracked a joke, for the first time since he committed his act. Her expression was pretty mixed, and he couldn't read it.

Shaking his head, Chaos shrugged, "I do have some, just not many." This was the first joke he made in a week, but maybe it was too soon for that. Chaos looked at his hands once more, before sighing. "But no, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. About our situation. I... Well, never mind." He rolled his eyes at even thinking of telling her how he was feeling. Chaos wanted to tell her that he wanted her to have a happy marriage. And he wanted to be in one that was similar to his mother and father. How strong the two of them are because of everything. However, due to his reluctance to get close to anyone, he doubted that he'd ever have that, and not only doom himself, but doom Alana's happiness as well. Sure, sometimes he cared, because he was human. And sometimes, he didn't. Right now, he cared.​

 

[Alana Finch]

Alana could almost feel bad for Chaos. She knew exactly how she’d felt when she’d been forced to stay in his house, and now here he was doing the same thing. Last time, his stay had been short, a mere few hours. Now, he’d be staying for a week. Seven days. And her parents weren’t going to be around much to act as buffers like his parents did. Her mother worked long hours in the hospital. Her father would likely be down in the basement, working on his latest potions. The Slytherin knew that her father would expect her to keep Chaos entertained for a little bit, so she crossed the room to the chair by the window and dropped into it, her arms remaining crossed against her chest. She said nothing, instead listening to him speak. He was so different to how she’d last seen him, and Alana couldn’t help but wonder what had changed. If it wasn’t the break up, what was it? They’d owled each other throughout the semester, and Alana had found it a much more pleasant way to get to know the guy. Was that why he was acting oddly around her?

As her joke fell sort of flat, Alana felt herself shifting uncomfortably in the seat so she slipped out of her sandals and rested her feet against the side of the bed. Chaos was making her uncomfortable now, and she frowned as he continued on. “No. Never mind nothing, Chaos” she replied harshly, her eyes narrowing angrily at the fact that he’d brought this topic up in the first place. They’d agreed to not bring up the arrangement in any of these stupid visits, and here he was doing just that in the first minutes that they’d seen each other. This was going to be a long “You brought it up, so say whatever you have to say” she added, her tone icy and showing her upset. “And then I don’t want to hear about this stupid situation for the rest of the week” she added, sitting up and pulling her legs towards her so that she was squeezed rather tightly in her chair, protecting herself against whatever it was he was going to say.

 

[Chaos Zhefarovich]

Chaos fought the urge to snap at her for her cold comment, but like Havoc told him, he bit his tongue. And that's what Chaos did. He stuck his tongue between his teeth and bit. It was the best way to get him to not say anything. He sighed, before crossing his arms, "I know that I'm not supposed to mention it, but I'm being honest, and honesty is something that is apparently needed. But I don't do well speaking off hand. I don't get the chance to think over what I want to say, opposed to writing." Now that Alana knew a little more about him, it made it that much harder to communicate with her. It was something he felt that he was just not able to do very well, and didn't really know why that was. He had a pretty good hunch, but Chaos was not about to voice it aloud. It would likely cause more problems than needed. She was seated near him, and he looked at her for a moment. He didn't smile. There was nothing but sheer confusion within his eyes. There was a lot of confusion within Chaos' life, especially with why he also ended it besides his relationship.

Chaos liked Alana. And he knew that Alana didn't see him in that way, not like the way he saw her. Chaos didn't know if it was because they were forced into an arranged marriage or it was because she was feisty and had her own backbone. It was definitely enough to survive the harshness of his family. Chaos looked down and shook his head, "Forget it. I can't...word it correctly. Havoc always has his way with words around pretty females. I never had such luxury." Chaos sat further on the bed and laid his back down. "So, have you seen any other boys since that seventh year? Nice guy, not so bad on the eyes but I've seen better." Chaos shrugged his shoulders, knowing that this may likely cause her to act even colder toward him, but figuring that he was jealous over Matthew was just another hint toward the inevitable for him. Chaos folded his arms behind his head, trying to relax but his body posture was as tense as a board.​

 

[Alana Finch]

It infuriated Alana to no end when Chaos sighed at her, which he seemed to do often. It made her feel smaller than her already small height, and she just didn't like it. Dropping her gaze to her pedicured toes as he spoke, Alana scoffed at Chaos' remarks about himself and his inability to speak well. She considered the statement for a moment and realized that maybe he was onto something, even if she hated to admit it. When he wrote to her, he didn't annoy her as much. On occasion, she'd even had a good chuckle over something he'd written, not that she'd ever admit that to him. In person, though, it was easier to remember and be angry that this was the guy she was being forced to marry. As he remained quiet, Alana found her gaze moving upwards until her eyes were locked with his. Chaos' eyes seemed alarmed to her, but she'd said nothing so she had no clue what that was about. She shifted her gaze away, staring at the bedspread instead. As Chaos laid back on the bed after having spoken about his brother's skill with speech, something she very much doubted as she always wanted to smack him, Alana frowned.

She heard his question, not at all happy with the subject change. The Yule ball had been annoying. What was supposed to be a fun night had ended with her furious at one of her only friends. She'd been abandoned at the Yule ball in front of everyone. "How can I see any other boys, Chaos?" she growled, annoyed that he'd even bring this up as if they were just friends catching up over tea. "If I even try to talk to a boy, your brother or Ivaylo or someone else from your family is there to threaten him." She looked over at him, laying out on the bed, a headache already forming. This was going to be a long week. Alana remained silent for a long moment. Usually, anger was the predominant feeling when she thought about her situation but, sometimes, it just made her extremely sad. Sad that they she was in this situation. Her father had told her to make the best of it, explained that he had learned to make things work in his own marriage. As she sat there with Chaos, the sadness hit her. Her life would be filled with these awkward moments and her lashing out, always looking for freedom. "I don't want to talk about this" she said, tears in her eyes and clear in her voice. She wiped angrily at one eye, mad at herself for allowing Chaos to see her like this. "I'm going to my room" she stated in a rush to get out before she really started crying. She didn't care that her father expected her to entertain him. He wasn't a baby and would do fine on his own. In her rush, Alana struggled to slip on her sandals, missing the left one once, twice. "Dammit!"

 

[Chaos Zhefarovich]

Chaos then realized real quick on the mistake he made when he asked that question, as he could almost feel her irritation as the air felt as though it got real heavy. He knew he screwed it up, and there was nothing he could do to take it back. He clasped his hand over his eyes and forehead. This was definitely not what he wanted to do within ten minutes of being here. However, what he wasn't really aware of is how his family were reacting toward the two of them. Not letting her see any other boys? That was news to him. Sure, he suspected it, but he didn't think they'd keep that much of an eye on her. Chaos fumbled over the words in his mind, but even so, he couldn't help but feel some sort of huge satisfaction from it, because the family must have really wanted the two of them to fall in love and live happily ever after, within the chains of the Zhefarovich family. Yeah, that sounded pleasant. He slowly sat up as he removed his hand from his face. He really messed things up, and he needed to fix them. 'Wonder if I can make a joke about it,' thought Chaos as he recalled her own joke.

He did see her anger not really be there since he could have sworn that there were tears forming. Unless it was angry tears. He didn't understand women at all. She stated that she was going to her room, and rushed out. Chaos jumped off the bed, and he rushed after her. He saw her struggle for her sandals, before he decided to probably make things worse. He reached to take the left sandal from her. "Hold on a damn minute, Alana." Chaos decided that things were likely going to get worse if the two kept avoiding the subject like the plague. Perhaps jokes right now aren't in the best interest. "If you keep crying at the freaking mention of what is happening, you need to vent, and best vent to someone that is a stone cold wall. The anger is going to rip you apart." Chaos looked down for a moment, before he shook his head. "Look, I didn't know my family was doing that. Havoc, yes. Ivaylo, not so much. I suspected it, but figured you'd figure a way to hide things. But either way, we are going to have to learn to communicate one way or another. I don't want to make things worse."​

 

[Alana Finch]

Just as she was about to abandon her sandal in the doorway of his room, Chaos reached out and grabbed it. "Gimme" Alana whined, forgetting that she'd been ready to come back for it later. She reached for it, her hand on the bottom half as he held on to the rest. The Slytherin stared up at him, willing her red eyes to develop the ability to kill at will. That would surely solve all of her problems. Chaos continued, daring to give her advice about letting her feelings out. As if he could ever understand what she was going through. As if he cared. Tears threatened to spill over but she refused to let them. The last thing she wanted Chaos to do was see her cry. As he mentioned them learning to communicate, Alana looked away, her gaze on the stairs down the hall. One stupid tear spilled over and she released the sandal to angrily wipe it away. For a short time, a very short amount of time, they'd been on the same page. And even if she hadn't liked him, she figured she could at least tolerate him until they figured a way out of this. Now, he was talking as if...as if he wanted this to work out. No, that wouldn't do for Alana. Not at all.

"I don't believe you. You knew what I wore for Halloween and you expect me to believe you don't know what your family is doing the rest of the time?" He spoke about honesty, but Alana didn't believe him at all right now. She was beginning to suspect he was just repeating words that someone, his brother, his father had told him to say to try to win her over. Alana backed away towards her room. "And I don't want to have to hide things, Chaos. That's completely besides the point" she added sadly, wiping at another tear. She disappeared into her room and then peeked out again, having spotted something. "If you want to communicate with me, try this." She threw a notepad in his direction. It seemed the only way that he wasn't a complete ass, though even then he had his moments. Not bothering to see if he'd caught it, Alana went back into her room and slammed her door shut.

 

[Chaos Zhefarovich]

Chaos made sure to hold the sandal up a little higher than she could reach, which was admittedly a little childish but hearing her whine was a little cute. However, she didn't believe him, and that was to be expected. Havoc told him what she was wearing but then Havoc stopped writing. And he didn't communicate with anyone else. It was almost as if Havoc was busy planning something of his own. She was really starting to tear up, and he could see it. Chaos now felt bad, and lowered his arm so that she could reach her sandal and take it from him. That was when she disappeared into her room, tossed a notepad in his direction, while shouting once more, and slamming the door. He managed to catch it, while dropping her sandal. He looked down at the notepad, before it occurred to him. Writing it down might be a little easier to communicate with her than talking. He could think things through. He went back to his bedroom, and into his bag. He hunted through it to find a quill and a bottle of ink. Finally, he found it.

Chaos walked out of his room, and boldly walked into Alana's. His purple eyes saw her sitting on the bed, so he casually walked over and sat down next to her. He held up the notepad for her to see, before he started to write down a little note. He paused over several words, before writing them down. This was a lot easier.​

Sorry for upsetting you. But I am telling the truth. Havoc stopped writing me after Halloween.
But I don't want to make you miserable if I can help it. I don't like the fact that I'm practically dooming your life. You deserve a happy marriage.

 

[Alana Finch]

Alana was seated with her legs tucked under her, her elbows leaning on her legs and her head in her hands. She wasn't crying, but she did feel immensely sad. As her door opened, the Slytherin could immediately guess who it was. Closed doors were pretty sacred in the Finch household. Her father had taught her early on to knock and wait for his permission to enter his basement. Her bed was large enough to accommodate them both as Chaos seemed himself in uninvited. At least, he'd taken the hint and rather than talk he was writing. Alana listened to his quill scratch at the parchment for a while before he held out to her. She stood up and grabbed a quill of her own before replying.

I appreciate the apology. You get me really mad sometimes. Yes, I do deserve a happy marriage. Or no marriage if I so choose. But, I apparently don't get choices. You might be ok with that. I am not. Why the sudden change anyway? You haven't cared before.

 

[Chaos Zhefarovich]

Well, she wasn't kicking him out. So, that was better than nothing. She also scratched a note out for him, and handed it over. His purple eyes looked over the words, and needless to say, he was not even surprised. He knew that he got her mad at times, but he was trying to work around it. Chaos carefully wrote down his response, thinking of each word before it hit the paper. When he thought that the note was good enough, he handed it over, hoping that he wasn't being judged or almost like he had a split personality.
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That's what I have been thinking about. The more I studied at home, and looked at mom and dad, I want to have a marriage like they have. Never a dull moment. Like you, I didn't have a choice, and I feel like it is a sadistic joke my uncle did in order to punish my dad. And there's more to it. I felt like it was an honor at first, and didn't care if it ruined your life, but that was last year.
Besides, things changed.

 

[Alana Finch]

It was curiosity more than anything else that caused Alana to not kick Chaos out of her room. Something had changed in him. Either that or he was a really good actor, and she doubted that. The Slytherin couldn't quite put her finger on it, and she didn't know what to make of it at all especially after she'd read over his reply. Alana looked at him for a second, eyes narrowed as she considered speaking. Deciding against it, she scratched out another reply pleading her case. Maybe, just maybe, they were finally on the same page.

Marriage is serious business, Chaos. So, are you going to help me now that you've changed your mind? I can't figure out a way out of this alone but if we work together maybe we can? I know that you know way more about your family than I do. Help me. Help us get out of this so that we can have happy marriages one day.

 

[Chaos Zhefarovich]

As he received the latest note, Chaos sighed. She just didn't get it. He scribbled down a note, and stood up. He knew that this would upset her, so he would just toss the note after he left. He finished it, trying to be as gentle as possible. He arrived at her bedroom doorway before tossing her the note, and closing the door behind him.​

You still don't get it. My older brothers and sisters have died, as well as nieces and nephews, because my father pissed off my uncle. Arranged marriages are sacred to the whole family.
We would suffer a worse fate if we tried to break it. We can't get out of it. We die if we do.​

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Now, this take place in Winter of 2041​

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Changing up during the breaks seemed to be working. Now that the two of them were the equivalents to fifth years, it was still strange. Chaos had Alana over for a week, and they were sent to the beach as a way to get to know each other. The sun had set, and the two were left alone during the coming nightfall. Something about the waves of the ocean made Chaos feel more at ease, but apparently that was common. His house was about a mile from the ocean, so that made the trip a lot easier. With the Scitorari's statement, which he did not see, with Alana here, he did not feel threatened by others. He felt that Benjamen and Ioan were both members, but he had no proof. He wished that he could prove it, and see about joining one day, but first things first. After spending a week at Alana's with only like, a fight every day, things were turning a little better with their communication. In Chaos' mind anyway. Chaos had his hands in his pockets of his shorts that reached right below his knees. It was no surprise that he was wearing solid black anyway.

It was still within him to try to work this out between himself and Alana. Not just because they were going to be married, but because there were some lingering feelings that he had for her. He didn't really know why, but it seemed as though she was the one that would actually compliment him more than any other female. Chaos wondered if Asparuh did that on purpose or not. Chaos briefly allowed his purple eyes to look over at Alana, who was wearing a very nice bikini. He quickly turned his eyes to the front, keeping the eyes ahead of him. Chaos sighed, finally breaking the silence, looking back at the footsteps that they were leaving behind. Despite being on the beach, Chaos refused to take off his boots so he could walk barefoot. "So, was Quidditch good this year? Someone told me that Ravenclaw won, and Vladimir was furious." Wow, was that actual civil? It was, but it was still unlike him. He didn't really know what else they could talk about. He wasn't wanting to open up, and mentioning their arrange marriage would just case another fight.

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[Alana Finch]

She'd only just arrived at the Zhefarovich home the night before, but it had been a pleasant evening. Alana adored Chaos and Havoc's mother, even more so now that she'd learned what the two parents had gone through, losing so much of their family already. It was a wonder that the woman could smile and laugh, but she did both. Today had been spent at the beach, and Alana had determined that she wanted to live right near one day. It was so calming and relaxing. She'd covered up with a hoodie and a pair of shorts as Chaos had asked her to go for a walk with him. Silence had reigned, and Alana hoped it would last a little longer. This was her favorite Chaos of them all - silent Chaos.

Of course, he wasn't going to stay quiet. Alana sighed. "Yea, it was probably mostly at me. I was terrible during that final game. The whole team was mad at me" the Slytherin admitted. She had no excuses. She had simply choked, the pressure of playing the finals getting to her. Alana wasn't particularly eager to relive that day, but it was a much safer subject than anything else they could discuss. "Do you still practice?" she asked. He'd played after all, and she knew that he was still learning some magic even if he wasn't allowed a wand to practice that with.

 

[Chaos Zhefarovich]

When hearing that the team was mad at her, Chaos raised an eyebrow. He shook his head. Why would they be mad at the keeper. If anything, they should be mad at the seeker. The seeker was normally what determined a game. Chaos muttered, "They should have directed their anger to that no good seeker of theirs. He's the one that failed. Not you. And the captain had some troubles too I'm sure. He's a father now to some half-breed kid." Chaos paused for a moment, before sighing. "I don't have any issues with those. Just some of the words of the family." Chaos could see why. Those beings were awfully pretty. Chaos wondered if Vladimir really liked the girl, or if it was some sort of sick joke. Havoc was doing something similar with Aethlinde.

Chaos listened as Alana asked him a question. He gave a curt nod. "In the Zhefarovich Manor, they have a private pitch under one of the levels. We have enough members to make up at least seven or eight professional teams." Chaos made a small joke, but his facial expression did not represent that. He looked down at the sand before he gestured toward the water. "Want to seat for a little while?" Chaos wanted to get a little closer to the where the waves washed onto the beach. Everything he was wearing, he could afford to get salt water on.​

 

[Alana Finch]

Alana continued walking, her flip flops in her hand and her toes in the sand. She loved the feel of it and had given up trying to make Chaos join. Walking in boots in the sand was stupid, which she'd already told him. If he wanted to do that, more power to him. Listening, Alana remained silent, her gaze on the sand, though she disagreed. He hadn't seen the game at all and seen how poorly she had played. She stiffened slightly as he mentioned 'half-breeds,' knowing that Vladimir had been dating Belladonna who was part-veela. She spoke finally, her voice darkening slightly. "Good. My cousin is part-veela" she explained.

Luckily, the conversation remained on quidditch or that might have been a turning point. As Chaos asked if she wanted to sit, Alana shrugged before dropping down. She didn't want to get too close. She wasn't as dressed as Chaos was, and it was already getting chilly. Watching the waves for a few moments, Alana didn't speak at all. Finally, she pulled her legs under her. "How long do you think your parents expect us to stay?" she asked with a yawn, wondering if he knew. Being at the beach all day had made her tired. "Can you believe we've actually avoided fighting today...for the most part anyway. It's kind of a miracle" she marvelled at that before glancing over at Chaos.

 

[Chaos Zhefarovich]

Chaos thought that walking along the beach bare foot was just ludicrous. He hated the gritty feelings, and would definitely continuing wearing what he could, no matter what anyone would tell him otherwise, even when Alana told him it as stupid, he had rolled his eyes in response. That was enough of one for him. When she said that her cousin was part-veela, he slowed for a moment, wondering if her and Belladonna were related. He quickly changed his pace to normal, before he nodded, "Well, I have a few cousins who are. If the blood in my family isn't pure, it is normally veela, which is strange considering." Chaos thought it was anyway. After all, most of his family was pure, except for a certain few, like one set of the quadruplets. That was all thanks to Arnost. A lot of it was in his line. Chaos did wonder if the family only brought them in because they could be useful.

Alana dropped down onto the sand, and Chaos followed suit, making sure not to be close enough to touch. He was sure that she would not be comfortable with that. He did wonder if she was cold though. If she was, he could offer her his shirt, but already knowing what the answer would be, he didn't bother. He looked over at the horizon, watching the waves as he heard her question. "I'm not sure. Probably be back by midnight." There was a lot of things that he did wonder about. How they didn't fight as long as they were on the beach. Chaos looked back at Alana, as she was glancing in his way. "Maybe we should just stay on the beach then. Live here even. You know, later on."​

 

[Alana Finch]

Alana looked away quickly, her gaze back on the water as he mentioned 'we.' The Slytherin had told him over and over and over again. There was no 'we.' There was Chaos. There was Alana. She'd learned the consequences of not going through with this, had learned that there really was only one way out. Death. And, Alana was not ready to embrace that. Nor was she ready to embrace a life with Chaos. She'd always planned to live by a beach one day, but now that he'd suggested it for 'them,' her mind was already drifting to the idea of city living. Just because. "Why would you bring that up?" she asked him, incredulous that he would. Was he looking for a fight after she'd declared how nice the day had been?

He'd behaved oddly during their last visit, talking about the future as if he'd been making plans. Alana figured that home schooling was finally getting to him, causing him to crack. And now here he was, at it again. Well, he'd be planning his future alone just as she would. Somewhere down the line, she'd lost him as an ally, the only relationship she would have embraced with him. The blonde lifted the hood onto her head and zipped the hoodie up fully, throwing herself back, arms crossed under her chest, so she was staring up at the stars, the sound of the waves at her ears. She was going to ignore Chaos for the rest of the time they were expected to be here, especially if he was going to bring up that. She rested her feet flat against the sand, her knees in the air. It really was beautiful right here, right now. And she really didn't want to argue. She yawned again and then shut her eyes, opening them again quickly before they drifted closed again and again until she stopped fighting.

 

[Chaos Zhefarovich]

He should have known than to mention something that involved the future. Chaos should have held his tongue. That was the last thing he wanted was to start something, and she asked why would he bring that up. Chaos shrugged his shoulders, and did not reply. He didn't feel the need to. Anything he planned for would be immediately shot down until she got her act together and would try to make things work. Chaos liked her, and it was probably because how out of reach she seemed. It was an endless chase, which was just interesting as well. Chaos looked over as she threw herself back and closed her eyes. Oh, was she going to sleep? Chaos cocked his head to the side, and watched as she drifted off to sleep. Well, that would create some silence. Chaos laid down on his back, resting his head on his hands as he lifted them above his head.

The sounds of the waves brought his inner rage almost to a calm, as his purple eyes stared up at the darkening sky. A breeze would roll in and rustle his hair. His head drifted over to see that Alana was shivering, slightly. Chaos didn't know what he could do to prevent it. Use his own body? Probably not. She would wake up and probably start throwing punches or a tantrum. Neither of which he wanted to deal with. Chaos thought that she would end up with a cold, if he didn't so something. He sighed, groaning slightly, and brought himself up. He took off his shirt, which was a little big on him, and draped it over her bare legs. It definitely provided enough cover. He rested back onto the sand, which only cooled his back and brought his arms back over his head. This was just another act of kindness that he didn't even become aware of. He just did it because, just because.​

 

[Alana Finch]

Alana had drifted off easily, the sound of the waves pulling her deeper and deeper. The Slytherin had always been an easy sleeper, able to fall asleep anywhere so long as she could find a comfy place. The sand certainly provided that. As she rolled over into a more comfortable position, she found a wall. It was so warm, and she found herself moving closer seeking the warmth out, a small smile finding its way onto her face. The young woman lifted her arm resting it on the wall for a few moments until she realized that wasn't quite right. She'd been in the middle of the beach, the sand the only thing around her. Alana pulled her arm away as she slowly drifted towards consciousness, the waves growing louder and louder as she woke up, a soft breeze on her cheek. Slowly, the teenager opened her eyes, her red eyes searching for the wall but only finding Chaos at her side. Alana sat up quickly, her cheeks reddening from embarrassment as she realized what she'd just done.

She soon realized why he didn't have a shirt on, and why she'd been staring at his bare arm and chest as she'd woken up. His shirt was covering her legs, shielding them from the slight chill in the air. As she moved the shirt, untangling herself from its bulk, the cold hit her and she almost put the shirt back. But it was Chaos' so instead, she held it out to him without even looking back, searching for her flip flops and standing up after he'd grabbed it . "Please tell me it's time to go back" she sighed, not quite making eye contact with Chaos as she spoke. She wasn't going to mention what had just happened and hoped that he wouldn't either.

 

[Chaos Zhefarovich]

Chaos was enjoying the sounds of the ways, while staring into the sky, as the colors changed from very colorful, to eventually a dark blue decorated with stars. However, what brought him back into reality was when an arm suddenly found itself on his chest. He looked down, but then felt Alana get closer to him. Immediately, Chaos tensed up. Should he move away? Then he would wake her up. Should he stay? Then she would wake up and get pissed. There was no easy way out of this without a fight. There just wasn't! Chaos was at a loss, and didn't know what to do. He needed to figure out something. As he waited to find something to do, he noticed that she pulled her arm away, and was waking up. Chaos clasped a hand to his face, covering his eyes as if to prepare for the coming storm. There would be something he was sure. She sat up, her cheeks becoming the color of her eyes. He sat up too, mainly on his side, wondering what her reaction was. She was blushing?

That was actually cute. She untangled herself from his shirt and held it out to him. He grabbed his shirt and stood back up, towering over Alana without much effort. She was not facing him, or even looking at him. He couldn't help but smirk. He threw his shirt over his shoulder and gestured toward the way they came, as the high tide started to roll in, seeing as the waves were touching his boots now. "Sure. We can practice some Quidditch too. I've been eager for someone other than Havoc to practice with." For now, he was not going to mention the fact that she snuggled to him. He'd give her that peace. He would definitely mention it to her during the letters. At least then Chaos wouldn't endure a fight in person.​