confrontation | sam&mike
-samthelion:
“Because while this stupid act you’re pulling right now might be fooling everybody else just because they’re still too upset about last year to really give a shit? I can tell. I was friends with Mike for six years, I know him…and you’re not him.”
He pulled his wand out of his pocket, pointing it at Mike. “What did you do to him? I might not be the best at spells, but you know I can make you talk.”
He looked down at the wand being pointed at him before looking back at Sam and shaking his head, a dark laugh falling from his lips. “Oh, let’s not get ahead of ourselves here, Sammy,” he told him in response. “Rest assured that I will utterly and completely defeat you in any battle you try and engage in with me.”
He took a step closer to Sam, pointing at Sam’s wand until it burst into flames while in the blond’s grip. Sam dropped it to the ground on instant, biting back a shout. “Even if I did do something to your oafish Hufflepuff friend,” he said, “even if you know I did…nobody will believe you. And you know that just as well as I do.”
“So do yourself a favor, Evans, and don’t mess with me.”
And then he vanished into thin hair with a slight cracking sound, almost as if he’d never been there at all.
confrontation | sam&mike
-samthelion:
His heart dropped in his stomach, all the way to the very pit, and he felt his hand blindly reaching for his wand tucked into the pocket of his robes. “You…you saw him right before…” he licked his lips, blinking slowly for a few moments before taking a step closer to Mike.
“Who the hell are you?”
He glared back at the Gryffindor for a few moments before allowing a chilling smile to cross onto his lips. “Why so glum, chum?” he asked softly, voice laced with venom. “We’re friends, remember? So why are you suddenly accusing me of not being who I say?”
confrontation | sam&mike
-samthelion:
Sam stiffened, his heart dropping in his stomach. Mike didn’t talk like this, Mike didn’t talk like this about anybody. He was a Hufflepuff, for Godric’s sake. He was nice to everyone. A good person, a great person.
“Finn was your friend,” Sam replied, his voice a little shaky. “And he’s…dude, he’s gone. It’s like last year all over again.” He watched Mike for a few moments. “Have you…did you see him at all?” he asked, less curious and more investigative than before. “Before…it happened?”
He was onto something. He could tell. He wasn’t born yesterday (by any near or far stretch of the imagination, in fact). He stiffened up a little, almost defensively. “Yes,” he answered, honestly. “In fact, I saw him right before it happened.”
confrontation | sam&mike
-samthelion:
Mike’s voice didn’t sound like Mike’s voice, Sam realized. Mike was always warm, inviting, funny, goofy…Sam taught him how to play muggle video games and Mike helped him out with Quidditch moves that he hadn’t picked up as easily. They were friends, close friends…best friends, even. And whoever this was…this wasn’t Mike.
Or it was Mike but…well, Sam assumed death probably did tend to change people, right? Or whatever had happened to him. Mike was far too vague with the details. A long story, he’d say.
“Not too bad, I guess,” he finally managed with a bit of a shrug. “But all the stuff going on with Finn…keeping me kinda…on edge, I guess.” He looked back at Mike, raising his eyebrows. “You’re a Hufflepuff,” he said, “you heard anything about it? About what happened with him?”
He shuffled a little bit on his feet. “I know you two were close so…maybe you heard more than the rest of us did.”
He looked back at Sam for a few moments before shrugging his shoulders slightly. “I only heard as much as you did,” he told him. “That a death eater got him. Rather unfortunate, I know.”
He sighed, raising his eyebrows back at the blond. “No real loss there though, right? Finn was more of a squib than anything else, anyway.”
confrontation | sam&mike
-samthelion:
Sam had not been having a good week. In fact, that was probably a very, very big understatement. He wasn’t having a good, well,semester.
With all of the new duties he’d had tacked onto him at the start of the year, he hardly felt like even had a second to catch his breath anymore. On top of that, he was determined to help bring Gryffindor to a victory in Quidditch this year. And then there was Finn. Finn, who had gone missing without a trace. Finn, who had encountered a death eater. Finn, who wasdead. Gone. Again. Like last year was happening all over again, sick and twisted and on a constant, never-ending loop.
Right now, he had a few spare minutes, and he wanted to spend those few spare moments with Kurt. He felt like he’d hardly seen him since school started, and he wanted that to change. He wanted his best friend back, his boyfriend, his constant variable… so the moment his astronomy class let out, he headed back to Gryffindor tower to surprise him.
He was heading across the campus when he spotted a familiar, lanky, almost haunting frame looming near the covered breezeway in the courtyard. Sam’s eyes slightly narrowed, still not used to the realization that Mike Chang was still alive and well andhere.
The “resurrected” Hufflepuff locked eyes with Sam, shooting him the ghost of a smile…the most unhappy, chilling smile Sam had ever seen.
He moved over to the boy without another moment of hesitation. “Mike,” he greeted him, keeping his voice steady and offering him a nod of acknowledgment and a small smile. “Hey.”
Dark eyes narrowed and settled on the figure coming toward him. Sam Evans, the golden boy, the charmed one, the boy who’d had no business being in the Tri-Wizard Tournament last year but had been anyway…and that was exactly what put the target on his back.
Upon his arrival (or his return) to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, most people had been so shaken by his return that they’d almost greeted him with open arms…but Sam, who had been one of Mike’s closest friends last year if he was not mistaken, had been much more apprehensive than most.
“Samuel,” he responded, giving him a nod in response. A smile traced onto his lips and he leaned against the wall. “How are you?”
He knew that was a bit of a dead and dull question, especially with all that had been going on at school so far this year - as if anybody would miss the Hufflepuff Quidditch player anyway. In comparison to the work and number that the death eaters had pulled on the school last year, year seven was looking like cake. Year seven was dull, boring. Uneventful.
They needed him around to shake things up.
…what’s up, everybody?
k-hums:
…Mike?
Kurt.. whats up?
(via k-hums-deactivated20120407)
…what’s up, everybody?
slytherin-smythe:
If I’m not mistaken, your name was attached to a certain someones in the obituaries… Judging by what I just read on my dash I can only assume you’re back through some extravagant means of Dark Magic. Well played.
And if I’m not mistaken, you seem to be a Beauxbatons transplant because I’m certain that I don’t recognize you.
Be it dark magic or just sheer luck, I’m not sharing any of my secrets.
(via slytherin-smythe-deactivated201)
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