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Tight Spaces; Cam, Dani/Vivian, Silas
Topic Started: Jun 18 2009, 01:00 AM (914 Views)
Silas Matthews
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At the sound of giggles, Silas brought his attention back to the situation. "Don't worry, boys, I've heard that it happens to most guys at some point."

Bella wasn't even trying to keep her game face on. No, she was outright laughing at him and Cam's situation. He sneered at her. "I thought you of all people would take this seriously."

He doubted that she heard him, because just then Cam had decided to ignite, too. Bloody hell. All Silas had been looking for was a safe haven. Now he had to deal with two short fuses and Queen of the People Who Want to Be Invisible.

“Are you trying to rile me up. Because I can tell you right now it’s bloody well working, mate.” The odd thing was, Cam actually looked like he believed the worst of his "mate". Silas blew out a long breath. His friend looked like he was about to strangle him.

Everyone wanted him dead today. Really not cool.

"Well, I'm glad you two are perfectly fucking happy-" Silas began, but was cut off again by Cam. Maybe he needed to speak up and eee-nun-see-ate.

"Why don’t you make yourself useful and get us the sodding hell out of here since you’re the reason we’re trapped in the first place. And for the record, I don’t have any problems.”

Silas snorted. Of course, get them out of here. Because that was just as easy as transfiguring a new doorknob out of someone's shoe. He opened his mouth to say so, but then the strangest thing happened. Miss Silent and Weird jumped to his defense.

"He can't. There's no way out from the inside." Silas threw a sharp glance up at her, trying to silence her again. He knew well that a lack of hope spawned desperation, and of course desperation formed riots and torches and death. "Everyone knows that."

Well now they bloody well did. And they'd want his head on a pike. Nope, that wasn't going to happen. By Merlin, he was going to make someone on the outside let him out. He shot up fast from his place on the floor and threw himself at door; not a long distance at all.

It did no good. In fact, he bounced off of the door. His arms were up in the air, well over his head, as he was flung backward from the force of the impact. Silas tried to turn mid-fling, but still ended up crashing face first into Bella. And knocked her to the ground. Shit. He was on top of her, the length of his body was only minimally shorter than the length of the closet.

Wasn't this bloody awkward? He glanced down at Bella, ignoring everyone else. Oh, she was pissed. Well. Fuck. He could feel her tensing, getting ready to lash out at him. He needed to stop it from happening, lest the entire closet break out into extreme rioting fashion.

"Er," he started with a forced toothy grin, "you have very kind eyes and, uh... " What else did girls want to hear? His mind wasn't working very fast. "Nice skin. Very nice skin."

And with that, he scrambled backward off of her and pressed himself into... oh, fucking shite. The awkward girl's legs.
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Her ill timed giggles that had filled the small closet were stifled quickly by the anger in Cam's voice. It was a rarity to see the usually calm and mellow Slytherin lose his temper. Bella let the amused smirk fall from her features but couldn't completely erase the laughter in her eyes.

Honestly, how could he not find it humourous? Silas Matthews admitting... the corners of her lips lifted of their own accord... admitting erectile disfunction. A small snicker escaped her again despite her best efforts. Catching her lower lip between her teeth, she tried to push the laughter aside and focus on the furious rantings of her beloved.

“Why don’t you make yourself useful and get us the sodding hell out of here since you’re the reason we’re trapped in the first place,” Cam all but snarled at his friend. Bella nodded, agreeing whole heartedly that Silas was completely to blame for their imprisonment in this godforsaken broom closet.

“And for the record, I don’t have any problems,”

Bella bent her head and very quickly turned an inappropriate giggle into a choking cough. For the moment, she couldn't help but be grateful for the dim lighting of the small space that would hide the crimson colour her face was turning.

Despite belief to the contrary, she and Cam had never been intimate. And while they played the roles of the happily betrothed, they were nothing more than friends. Sure, they shared the odd smooch now and then when they needed to. They knew that they needed to keep up appearances and being the perfect couple meant sharing the occasional kiss. Luckily, kissing Cam was not exactly a chore. He was deliciously good looking but to be perfectly honest it was like kissing her brother, if she had one.

However, it was important for others to believe that they were the perfect couple so her laughter at a slight directed at Cam's manhood would likely be considered unseemly. So she forced her face into a look of mild annoyance as 'Vivian' decided to speak again.

“He can’t, There’s no way out from the inside,” Her quiet voice was filled with tired frustration as her eyes moved from one Slytherin to the next before looking once more at the floor. “Everybody knows that,”

Even with her eyes focused on the stone floor, Bella could see the disapproval on the girl's face. This odd little Ravenclaw who lied about her name was disapproving of her and Cam, of their choice of meeting areas? A scoff of incredulity escaped Bella. This girl really had no idea who she was messing with. She was Isabella Turcotte. She was not looking for approval, especially not from ...

Once again her train of thought was derailed by Silas, the boy was making an annoying habit of interrupting her thoughts. She turned to see what he was doing. The dark haired boy jumped to his feet with an alarming agility and grace. Turning towards the door, he flung himself at it. The solid thud of him colliding with the thick wood was deafening. She took a half step toward him to see if he was hurt.

That's when things got a little hazy.

The next thing she knew she was flat on her back. Her head throbbing madly, every bit of oxygen had been knocked out of her and Silas was laying on top of her. Even if she had enough air in her to speak, any thoughts she may have had simply vanished as he looked down at her. His face only a few short inches from hers. Despite the pain and discomfort, there was also something not so unpleasant about being this close to him. The scent of his soap seemed to be a welcome respite from the scent of the schools cleaning supplies. Her eyes moved over his features before locking with his. Merlin, had his eyes always been that unusual shade.

"Er, you have very kind eyes and, uh... " Silas stammered flashing a very broad, and very phony smile. "Nice skin. Very nice skin."

It was only an instant before her senses came back to her. She could feel the flush on her face rising as she let her temper go... again. Bloody hell, if she stayed in this closet much longer, she'd end up killing them all and spending the rest of her life in a mental ward for the criminally insane. She'd be damned before she wore one of those nasty orange jumpsuits.

She reached up with both hands to shove at him as he tried to get to his feet.

"You bumbling baboon. You could have killed me." She attempted to scurry backwards but there really wasn't much room and she collided with Cam's legs. "What in the name of Dumbledore were you trying to do? Walk through the bloody door?" Her voice was coming out shaky and shrill, but there was little she could do to stop it.

"If you want to be a ghost, I think I can arrange that." She hollered at him, her eyes flashing dangerously as she simultaneously reached for her wand and tried to get to her feet. The wand was tucked into her back pocket and not exactly accessible at this moment.
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Silas’ responding snort did little to help alleviate Cam’s irritation. Thankfully, Vivian chose that moment to add in her two cents, which was wondrous timing, really, because if she hadn’t, Cam was almost entirely certain he would have throttled the other boy.

“He can’t,” she answered softly. “There’s no way out from the inside.”

Her eyes swiveled around the small space, taking them all in before meeting Cam’s gaze. He was trying very hard to decipher the look in them, but the room’s dimness made it a bit of a useless venture. She seemed almost tired. Slightly aggravated, maybe. Something else, too, but she’d turned away before he could identify it properly.

Everybody knows that,” she finished, her tone more prickly now.

It made him blink. He hadn’t realized he’d done anything to deserve such a tone (though, admittedly, he might have gone a little overboard with the anger – honestly, though, did Silas really have to insult his manbits?), but what was probably most surprising was the fact that she’d used it at all. Against him.

And the next thing he realized was how utterly and completely ridiculous that thought was. Here he was, acting like he knew her, when the exact opposite was the case. For a moment – an absurdly inexplicable one – he felt almost… wounded. Apologetic, even. Emotions much better suited for an interaction between two people who were actually familiar with each other. Clearly he’d gone barking mad at some point since entering this miserable excuse for a space. There really wasn’t any other explanation.

Of course, before he could uselessly dwell on it any further, Silas decided it was time to become a human battering ram.

Naturally.

The sound he made when he collided with the formidable wooden door was an unpleasant one, to say the least. Cam couldn’t hold back a wince. He also couldn’t manage to react in time to save Bella from the ricochet.

The two of them tumbled hard and fast to the floor at his feet in a messy tangle of limbs while Cam watched, wide-eyed with surprise. It occurred to him, in that instant, that he didn’t quite know who to feel more sorry for at the moment—the nearly squished Bella, or the about-to-be-handed-his-ass-on-a-platter Silas.

Experience had him leaning towards the latter.

While Silas was hastily mumbling what sounded like any compliment he could think of, Bella was turning red with rage. The words had barely left his mouth before she began to violently shove at him.

"You bumbling baboon,” she hissed, eyes flashing as she attempted to right herself. “You could have killed me."

Silas, a bit wide-eyed himself, successfully managed to scramble off her by that time, and Cam felt Bella bump into his legs as she, too, crawled away from him. The two seemed to be trying to place as much distance between themselves as humanly possible.

“What in the name of Dumbledore were you trying to do?” she went on in a harsh shrill. “Walk through the bloody door? If you want to be a ghost, I think I can arrange that."

Her anger had escalated to an alarming level by that point, and Cam took it as his cue to act. He reached down, hooking his hands under Bella’s arms and lifted her easily to her feet.

"Alright?" he asked her, brushing a trail of dust from one of the sleeves of her robes. Once he was sure she was safely standing, he shifted his hold to her shoulders in the pretense of steadying her, but it was actually more to keep her from launching herself in a homicidal rage at Silas than anything else. Why this concerned him at all, especially given his friend’s recent act of betrayal, he hadn’t a sodding clue, but the look he sent down at Silas was hardly one of brotherly love.

That was your idea?” he asked, derisive incredulity lining his features. “How about next time we keep insults and injuries out of the equation. Don’t think I won’t let her go, either. I’m definitely not above it.” He nodded rather ominously down at Bella, whom he still had in his grip. No more needed to be said, really.

Tiredly, Cam tore his gaze from Silas, and this time it landed on the other girl in the tiny space.

“What about you, Vivian?” he asked. And maybe his voice sounded just a tiny bit gentler when he addressed her. Or maybe his hearing had gone to shit after all of the banshee wailing Saoirse had done.

Both were vaguely troubling, somehow.

“Any ideas at all?”
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Though her eyes remained firmly fixed to the ground, Dani could feel the other three student’s eyes assessing her, could practically see the expressions that were surely written across their faces. Silas with his calculating eyes, which he attempted to hide behind his eccentric charades. Bella with her face scrunched up into disdain, the touch of an angry frown turning the corners of her lips down. And Cam, Cam with his… well no, actually, she had no idea what Cameron would have looked like at this moment. Puzzled, perhaps. Angry, possibly. It was why he had always fascinated her in the first place. He wasn’t like the others. His actions were not so easily predicted.

Or so she had thought.

If anything, this little tryst of theirs had done nothing but shatter an illusion Dani had lived with for years. It was sort of like being told Santa Clause didn’t exist.

Fortunately, Dani had no time to wander deeper into such dark thoughts, for Silas chose that moment to become a human cannonball. A cry of alarm escaped her as he shot past, hitting the door with an audible, what had to be painful, thud. Instinctively, slender fingers shot up to grasp the base of her throat as Silas rebounded off the door, stumbling past her with flailing arms. She pressed herself as far into the wall as possible, her only defense against being hit by his trunk-like limbs. For once, luck seemed to be on her side, and it was Bella who bore the consequences of his insanity.

The two Slytherin’s went down in a mass of tangled limbs, a fall that may have been comical if it were not for the tiny space four people were currently trying to all occupy at once. Indeed, if Dani had been out in the corridor watching this, she may have laughed. However, being locked in a small room with an enraged Bella had never been Dani’s idea of “funny”.

Sure enough, Silas predictably stuttered out some ill-received compliments and the next moment he had collided with Dani’s legs. Unable to keep from flinching, Dani’s other hand unconsciously shot out to grasp one of the shelves supports, almost as if she were preparing to scramble up. Actually, by the seething glare marring Bella’s fair face, Dani decided that leaping onto the shelf was not that ridiculous of an idea. There was something relieving about the notion of perching safely on the top of a shelf and watching the three Slytherin’s inadvertently kill themselves below. Well, perhaps not quite so unintentionally, at least on Bella’s part. The other girls cheeks were burning with that “I’m about to kill somebody” warning tinge.

“You bumbling baboon. You could have killed me.” Though her eyes were wide with panic, Dani felt more exhausted than anything. Bella’s outrage was rather tiresome.

“What in the name of Dumbledore were you trying to do? Walk through the bloody door?” Walk? Dani wouldn’t label flinging oneself about like a projectile walking…

“If you want to be a ghost, I think I can arrange that,” Bella exploded, hands rooting around in what had to be a vain attempt at locating her wand.

She swore to Merlin himself, if Silas even attempted to hide behind her…

Thankfully, Cam chose that exact moment to make himself useful. As Cam helped his fiancée up, Dani looked away, her gaze falling on the whites of her knuckles as they clenched the shelf.

That was your idea?” Cam’s incredulous voice addressed the large oaf still at her feet. “How about next time we keep insults and injuries out of the equation. Don’t think I won’t let her go, either. I’m definitely not above it.”

Surreptitiously, Dani chanced a glance at the pair directly across from her. Her emerald stare took in their posture, Cam clearly holding Bella back by her shoulders, before quickly dropping her gaze to the mop of dark hair below her.

“What about you, Vivian? Any ideas at all?”

Silence descended on the closet as Dani momentarily forgot herself and lifted bewildered eyes to Cam. Who was he talking about with such an odd tone to his voice? Unless Silas or Bella went by the nickname Vivian, she was fairly sure there was no… oh. With all the action in the previous minutes, Dani had forgotten that she was the one with the elaborate charade to maintain.

Cheeks flushing pink, her eyes flicked immediately to Bella, before she turned her gaze upon Silas once more.

“We wait,” she stated simply, attempting to shrug off her inexcusable slip. Mentally, she was cursing herself to oblivion. Somebody had to have noticed. How could they not have? It all seemed so open and obvious now. And though inwardly she was shrieking in panic, outwardly she remained stoic, allowing her hand to drop from her throat and extend to Silas in a gesture of help. After all, she refused to allow him to lie against her legs for the rest of the, what was going to be an extremely long amount of time for somebody to open the door for them. Every student would be in the Great Hall, gorging themselves on food for the next half an hour at least. This meant there was still plenty of time for all of them to die horrible, no doubt painful deaths.

Or for her to be interrogated.

“Or Bella could pound on the door again,” she added in a tone that was in no way meant to sound derisive. “That seemed to work last time.” After all, it was Bella she had heard when Dani decided to help out and open the door.

Obviously, that had been the best decision of her night.
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It was so infuriating to have everyone so sodding frustrated with him over the locked door. Like he had meant to trap everyone in here, keep them prisoner until they killed each other (or him, of course, he wouldn't live to see the others have at it.). IsaBella was shouting at him, no doubt cursing his existence. He wasn't quite sure as he stopped listening as soon as she opened her mouth and her furious eyes were set on him. And then Cam became equally insulting; more threats on his life. The only safe option was to watch the Ravenclaw girl. She didn't seem particularly homicidal at the moment. So he stared at her, letting the others' words be drowned out by her heightened breathing. Which, come to think of it, could be a sign of a lunatic. Silas dropped his eyes to his hands and kept his mouth pressed in a thin line. Sod it.

"What about you, Vivian? Any ideas at all?" Cam sounded exasperated and way too tired. Silas would have to -if he survived, of course - talk to him about the benefits of sleep. He still refused to acknowledge the people who were plotting his demise, and kept his eyes glued to his fidgeting hands.

"We wait," he heard the quiet girl say...quietly. He squinted his eyes and allowed a fraction of a frown tug his lips. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a very slim, fragile looking hand. He gave in and glanced up to Miss Awkward and found her offering to help him up. His eyes widened incredulously, but he still took her hand in his. He was grateful, actually. Finally, he felt like someone didn't want to hex him inside out, and then back in again. He closed his hand around hers now, as if afraid to let go. Like Bella or Cam might attack him if he was unattached to her.

Pushing himself up from the ground (he had to use most of his own stength because the girl was not very strong), he scurried and manuevered so that he was standing directly next to her. His hand still unrelenting around hers, and his arm now pressed against her. Yep, he was safe here.

“Or Bella could pound on the door again. That seemed to work last time.” Silas nodded enthusiastically. He found her opinion to be great.

"Bella: the battering ram," he chuckled to himself. Thinking his joke was funny, Silas grew the nerve to look at Bella. Hm, he thought, definitely shouldn't run for comedian of the year. He cleared his throat and added sheepishly, "I think she's got a good idea."
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What the bloody hell was that wand caught on? Bella thought as she tugged on the slender stick of wood. Before she could free the errant wand, she felt hands catch her under her arms and she was hauled effortlessly to her feet. She was trembling as she tried to reign in her temper. Once again.

"Alright?" Cam asked. She nodded once tersely.

Though she was trying to keep her cool, her angry glare never left Silas's face as he cowered on the floor at the feet of Vivian. Only Merlin himself knew what was going through his mind now. He was determined to make a hellish situation even more unbearable.

Cam's gentle touch on her arm had a slightly soothing effect on her. She drew in a shaking breath as his hands moved to rest on her shoulders. She felt a rush of gratitude to him for his supportive grip.

"...Don’t think I won’t let her go, either. I’m definitely not above it." Bella had been distracted by her own murderous thoughts toward their awkward housemate and had missed part of what Cam had said. The last part sunk in and she turned momentarily to send Cam a slightly irritated glance.

"I'm not a bloody weapon," She muttered under breath as she folded her arms over her chest. Cam continued on without hearing her or perhaps his attention was focused on something - or someone- else.

"What about you, Vivian? Any ideas at all?"

There it was again. That strange note in his voice. She pulled herself from his grasp to look at him again. A curious gleam lit her eyes as they tried to seek out his, but his eyes were focused on the solitary eagle in a room full of snakes.

This couldn't be good.

There was an odd silence in the room.

"We wait." Came the quiet response from the Ravenclaw, finally.

Bella turned her attention from Cam to the the other occupants of the broom closet. Her eyes narrowed as they flitted over Silas, who was now clutching Vivian's hand as he scrambled to his feet. He didn't release her hand as he stood next to her. Bella's eyes lingered on their clasped hands for a moment before letting her gaze fix on the quiet girl. Her cheeks were flushed slightly.

“Or Bella could pound on the door again, that seemed to work last time.” Her tone was matter of fact, nonchalant even.

Before anyone could speak, Silas (of course) added his two cents worth to the conversation.

"Bella: the battering ram," This coming from the wanker who just tried to leave a Silas shaped whole in the solid wood door. He was obviously amusing himself before hazarding a glance at her. Her own angered eyes locked with his and he cleared his throat. In a much more contrite tone, he continued. "I think she's got a good idea."

"Well, I don't." She stated bluntly, as she reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose trying to rid herself a nasty headache that was beginning to take hold. This entire experience was emotionally draining and she was completely ready for it to be over.

"The last time I 'pounded' on the door, not only were we not released from this hell, we gained two more occupants." Her tone one of weariness, not the anger that was still coursing through her. "And I don't think the space can handle another rescue like the last. We'll have to start stacking students up like cordwood."

She stepped away from Cam, who seemed slightly reluctant to release her shoulders, but she wasn't about to be deterred. She move to opposite corner of the closet from Vivian and Silas. So exactly three steps away from them. She bent over long enough to dust off a small shelf before sitting gingerly on the rough wooden surface.

"So we wait." She stated calmly, as she let her eyes moving over her fellow closet captives.
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For a moment, as he stared at her, Cam could have sworn he was seeing someone else.

But… no, not someone. That couldn’t be. There he went again with the assumed familiarity. He didn’t know her nearly well enough to deem what was her and what wasn’t. This little habit of his was getting a bit annoying. He bit the inside of his cheek and briefly averted his stare.

“We wait,” came her quiet voice, an implied shrug in the soft tone. It was the simple solution. Not exactly ideal, though. What he wouldn’t give to be out on the grounds right now, in the open air. No cramped space, no useless bickering, no awkwardness. Significant less chance of death, too, because if Silas something set Bella off again in this tiny space it was fairly likely they’d all meet an untimely end.

“Or Bella could pound on the door again,” the Ravenclaw suggested plainly. “That seemed to work last time.”

He laughed. It was low and short, almost involuntary, but something about the utter lack of inflection in the statement – how simply it was spoken – struck him as oddly funny.

"Bella: the battering ram," Silas chimed in with a chuckle of his own. Cam felt the corner of his mouth start to lift in actual mirth, but the motion came to a sudden halt when he finally turned his eyes toward the opposite side of the closet again. Silas had risen to his feet at some point. And for some inexplicable reason, he was clutching Vivian’s hand.

Cam didn’t hear the awkward, sheepish mumble his friend gave in the moments following. He also wasn’t aware that a faint line had formed between his brows. And when he ripped his gaze away from their intertwined fingers, he inhaled deeply and thought about the grounds. Fresh air… fresh air… fresh air…

"Well, I don't," Bella announced sharply, sounding more than just a little tired of all this. "The last time I 'pounded' on the door, not only were we not released from this hell, we gained two more occupants. And I don't think the space can handle another rescue like the last. We'll have to start stacking students up like cordwood."

Until that point, when she removed herself from his grasp, Cam had forgotten he’d still had a hold on her. He allowed it, figuring she was too weary to do any more attacking at the moment, and let his long arms fall back to his sides as he watched her sit on a dusty shelf a few steps away.

"So we wait," she finished simply, agreeing with Vivian’s first suggestion. And with that, the matter appeared to be settled. Silence followed, settling decisively over the four cramped youths.

Unfortunately, so did awkwardness.

With no one arguing, placing blame, or threatening harm to each other (or even, Merlin forbid, making wildly inaccurate claims about the state of someone else’s manbits), the atmosphere in the minuscule cupboard became inordinately uncomfortable, and not just in the physical, barely-any-room-to-breathe-properly sense. Cam had yet to return his gaze to either Silas or Vivian, a pointed decision on his part, and instead found himself in the midst of an enormously uninteresting perusal of the room’s upper shelves, which appeared to be storage for bottle after bottle full of a very disgusting, viscous looking liquid.

It kept him occupied for a good… oh… four seconds, or so. He sighed, blowing a rogue strand of tawny hair out of his eyes, and crossed his arms over his broad chest.

Oh, bugger this.

“How about a game?” he suggested suddenly, breaking the thick silence. His gaze finally lowered to fall on the other three inquiringly as his shoulders gave a half-shrug. “Since we’re stuck in here indefinitely. It’d pass the time, anyway.”

And get rid of this painful awkwardness. Yep, Cam liked this plan.

“Never have I ever?” he offered, raising a brow in sought approval from the rest of the closet-bound gang. “’Course, we don’t have any booze, which will make this decidedly less entertaining,” fuck, some booze would be nice right now, “but… it’s something, right?”

It was mainly for show. Cam barely waited for a response before continuing, assuming that everyone knew how the popular game was played.

“Brilliant, I’ll go first. Never have I ever…” he cast his eyes upward, mouth forming a thoughtful line as he tried to think of something good to start off with. After a brief moment had passed, he had it.

“Never have I ever had the hots for a professor.”

Very true. Older women just weren’t his style. Cam leaned casually against the shelf at his back, satisfied with his solution to the awkward problem, and immediately turned expectant eyes on the person to his left. Vivian.

Hell, this might even be fun.
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Dani was about to have a panic attack.

Her veins had bulged from her thin arms as she had attempted to stay on her feet while helping Silas up. Truthfully, she had merely acted as a counterweight as the much larger Slytherin regained his own feet. Still, she had performed admirably, offering a helping hand where one was needed. The problem was that that offered hand was not being returned. No, it was currently being held hostage in the unrelenting grip of a big, strong, calloused selfish hand.

“Bella: the battering ram,” he was laughing as Dani struggled to free her poor appendage from the cage Silas kept it in. “I think she’s got a good idea,” he added, though Dani wasn’t paying much attention now, so focused was she on yanking her limb from the Slytherin’s hold. She thought she might start to cry soon.

His hand was warm, tight, and a bit squishy where it wrapped around hers, and for an absurd moment, Dani wondered if this was what babies felt like when tucked into the womb. And then she was trying to imagine his hand encompassing all of her while berating herself at the same time for comparing Silas’ hand to a womb of all things. She felt a wave of claustrophobia hit her, and suddenly she was not at all opposed to becoming a battering ram herself if it meant tearing out of this closet, whose walls seemed to be looming closer and more forbidding about her. Her breath hitched and she wondered how much oxygen could possibly be left in the room. Surely they were sucking in carbon dioxide by now? Her entire body slumped against the wall.

Bella was talking somewhere behind the static, shooting down some idea or another. Dani couldn’t find it within herself to particularly care. Had it suddenly become hotter?

"And I don't think…rescue like the last… start stacking students..."

Seriously. Dani was fairly sure the temperature had just increased by ten degrees. Her robe felt stuffy and overwhelming. The hand that gripped hers was beginning to burn.

“So we wait.”

No, no more waiting Dani thought as the silence descended. She couldn’t take much more of standing and staring awkwardly, of mood swings and hands that held someone prisoner. It was too much. She was going to snap—

“How about a game?”

Dani nearly startled as Cam’s voice cut through her panic, effectively grounding her like a cold glass of lemonade on a blistering summer day. She clung to it, used it to steady herself as she turned her pale, troubled face towards his, sought out his steadfast form with greedy pale green eyes.

“Since we’re stuck in here indefinitely. It’d pass the time, anyway.”

Dani took this moment to carefully extract her hand from Silas’ slackened grip and tuck it safely into the pocket of her robes instead. Her body was beginning to tingle as the numb, blinding chaos seeped away, leaving her tiny body battered and exhausted. Dani was not used to being closed into one space. After all, she had spent her life much differently than any other child. The entire world had become her home as she jumped from place to place, living in everything from tents, to tree houses, to mansions. Never had she been confined to a square room slightly larger than herself.

“Never have I ever?” Cam was suggesting as she attempted to piece herself back together. “Course, we don’t have any booze, which will make this decidedly less entertaining, but… it’s something, right?”

Dani had never played never have I ever. Perhaps that was a never?

“Brilliant,” Cam continued with his voice that was so naturally soothing, “I’ll go first. Never have I ever... Never have I ever had the hots for a professor.”

Oh bugger.

Dani’s face flushed, bringing life back to her drawn features. She met his expectant eyes quickly before dropping them to the floor, a smile lighting her expression, though she had no idea why. This was not a matter to grin over, for Dani was very much in the offense. Was it her fault that her Head was handsome and charming and so very smart? Any girl would have fallen head over heels for him.

“Guilty,” she told the ground before adding quickly, “Though not anymore.” Her eyes rose to inspect Silas and Bella’s for any sign that they too had formed a crush on a member of the staff. Her emerald stare then moved shyly to Cam’s examining his features as furtively as possible, wishing she could hear what he was thinking at that very moment. It was a desire she found she often had. And yet, she was afraid of what she might find out if she did have the power to listen in on others thoughts.

“Well,” she began quietly, moving her gaze to Silas’. “Never have I ever slept anywhere but my own bed.” The implications were varied. It was a good question, she thought, but she didn’t want to know if a certain person in the room had. She most definitely didn’t want to know under what circumstances either.
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“How about a game?” Cam’s suggestion caused an immediate sense of calm to flood Silas. No one would die during a friendly game, surely. “Since we’re stuck in here indefinitely. It’d pass the time anyway.”

Until they all died, sure.

He felt what’s-her-name pull herself from his admittedly tight grasp of her and didn’t think to look at her or apologize or offer any kind of consoling head bob. After all, it was partly her fault they were all locked in here. She was the one who opened the door in the first place. He merely shoved her in.

“Never have I ever?” Cam suggested, cutting through Silas’s thoughts. An instant smile lit his face. “Course, we don’t any booze…”

The rest of Cam’s speech was drown out as Silas began padding himself down. He was sure he always kept a shrunk flask in his robes. Problem? The flask was always so small, he had a hard time fishing it out of his pockets. Not in the front one. Not hidden in the inside pocket. Not in his jeans. Bloody hell, he needed the booze. Finally, his hand found the small sewn pocket on the sleeve of his arm. Ah hah, he grinned at himself and plucked the little hidey hole open.

The tiny, silver flask glowed in the darkness of the closet. Silas’s eyes shined as he pointed his wand at the little bottle of heaven and enlarged it. No ordinary flask, of course. It was as big as a jug. Heavy with limitless firewhisky.

He popped the top off and brought it to his lips. The sting of it was instant and he made a strangled face. When he looked around to offer the flask, he saw the awkward one looking at him expectantly.

“Never have I ever slept anywhere but my own bed,” she said, her voice quiet and accusatory.

Instead of answering the question, he took a drink from the flask and grinned wolfishly at the stringy brunette. The rules of the game had now changed, thanks to his brilliant compulsion to carry around a container of liquor.

He turned slowly to Cam as he reached a short distance between them, and offered him the alcohol filled gigantic flask. Cam took the booze from him, his face one of appreciation. Silas grinned and jerked his head in acknowledgment of their silent, mutual “THANK CHRIST.”

“Alright,” he said, clapping his hands together and pressing his back against the closet wall to get comfortable. His gaze was leveled at Bella, his smile still in place. “Never have I ever lied to get out of having sex.”
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Even as Cam began the game that was meant to help pass the time, Bella found her eyes resting on the lanky frame of Silas as he got to his feet. She was unable to stifle a small flicker of relief as the tiny Ravenclaw snatched her hand away from his grasp. There was no reason for her to be happy about that small movement, yet there it was.

Her eyes narrowed in puzzlement as Silas began to suddenly run his hands over his own body. She arched an eyebrow at him and cast a gaze at the other occupants. Cam's expression was one of amusement, like he knew what the boy was doing. Bella sent him a stern look.

One that clearly read “If he's going to get overly friendly with himself, you are going to put a stop to it. Or I will.”

Vivian seemed to remain slightly oblivious to Silas suddenly strange behaviour as she asked her own question.

“Never have I ever slept anywhere but my own bed,” she said, in a odd sort of tone. Bella nodded immediately. She'd spent many nights sleeping at her cousin's house when they were children.

Her eyes flitted back to Silas, who was now magically enlarging a tiny flask into a large jug, that she could safely assume, by the smirk on his face, held something slightly more potent than pumpkin juice. He took a large drink and passed the flask to Cam, who looked utterly grateful for the gesture. All implications that Silas had made about his manhood seemingly forgotten with nothing more a few swallows of fire-whiskey.

Bonding over alcohol, how very male of them. She thought with a scowl as Silas turned his gaze to her. A decidedly devious gleam lit his brown eyes as he leaned back against the wall.

“Alright, never have I ever lied to get out of having sex.” His wicked smile was grating on her last nerve. Bloody hell, was he trying to provoke her into murdering him in a fit of rage?

She rolled her eyes and reached over to snatch the flask from Cam's hands. Wiping the mouth of it with her sleeve, she then lifted the bottle to her mouth and took a very, very, very long drink. It burned like hell, but if it could numb her from the agony of being trapped in here with her faux fiancé, the queen of the wallflowers and the bloody court jester from hell, then it was worth it.

Without hesitation, she lift the bottle and took another swallow. She scrunched her face up in distaste over the vile drink but it left her feeling slightly fortified. Lifting her eyes to her fellow closet-mates, she let an evil grin light up her face and she directed a pointed look at Vivian.

“Never have I ever lied about my name.” Her tone was quiet but accusatory. Both Cam and Silas sent her curious stares but the look that Vivian sent her was filled with outrage and fear. Bella reached across the space to hold the flask to her. Knowing that she'd need to take a swig.

Before anyone could truly respond, the room was flooded in blinding light as the door swung open. The hunched figure was unmistakable. Slant.

“OI, what're ye doin' in 'ere?” His angry tone was enough for Bella, who was already in a foul mood, to snap. “Ye'll all be facin' Profess'r Reynolds for this. Mark my words. Aye, thought ye could hide away and have a few nips did ya?”He seemed very pleased with himself for having caught them in the midst of their debauchery.

Bella got to her feet and squared her shoulders before passing the flask back to Cam, who was closest to her. There was bit of an eerie calm that washed over her. Clearly it was the calm before the storm. She moved with a predatory manner. Her narrowed unrelenting glare levelled on Slant. She stopped in front of the disagreeable man with a derisive look in her eyes.

“And perhaps Professor Reynolds would like to know that you've booby trapped the bloody castle and are imprisoning unsuspecting students in your broom closets?” Her tone was icy. Bella had finally had it up to here with this day. She lifted her hand and pushed the man aside, to step out into the gloriously open and expansive corridor. Spinning on her heel, she continued. “Listen, Slant, if you don't want to lose your sodding job over this you'll shut the hell up, let us out of here and fix the damn door.”

A cruel gleam lit her own gaze as she looked over Slant's shoulder to Cam. “You know, Cam, Professor Kerrigan did mention that she was there to listen if any of us had any problems. Maybe I should explain to her how unfairly we're being treated in this situation.” Swivelling her stare back to Slant. “You know how Professor Kerrigan hates for her students to be treated cruelly. I can only imagine her reaction to this whole debacle.”

Without waiting for a reaction or pausing for Cam to join her, Bella turned and stormed off down the hallway. The fire-whiskey seemed like a good idea. She was going to find a big bottle of it and pretend this day never happened.
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