Wrung Out (Squid Boy)

Subject: Wrung Out (Squid Boy) Sat Jan 02, 2021 11:29 am

Truth be told, Mimosa had spotted the snitch within the first two minutes of the match. It was hovering around one of the goalposts and the Gryffindor Seeker was being an idiot, trying to maintain a grip on their broom to notice the small gold spec so clearly visible. Mimosa had let it go. It wasn't time yet.

The teen witch couldn't explain why she thought Mercy would show up for the match when she hadn't shown up for the Sorting Feast, the first class, the first practice of the season after being made Captain...

When she hadn't shown up for Mimosa.

Still, the stubborn bit of hope clung to the young model insistently. Quidditch was important to Mercy, and at this point the Slytherin didn't even care that the sport was more important to Mercy than she was. She just wanted to see the older witch.

But the match had started with no Mercy in sight. And as fuve minutes became ten, then twenty, it began to truly dawn on Mimosa that her best friend wasn't coming. That Mercy wasn't just going to show up in the crowds, yell something and mount a broom to take out the stupid seeker and start playing for real. Glumly, the teen witch dove for the Snitch that had caught her eye for the fourth time now, catching it easily and ending the game.

She barely heard the cheers as she descended with the team, almost immediately disentangling herself form the victory pile to go sit with her Jacques. He had shown up. Unlike Mercy, he cared about her. Miss Azalea was with him too, both adults moving to make space between them for Mimosa. It felt better sitting like that, secured from all sides with people who kept saying how amazing she was and how proud they were of her.

And yet she couldn't stop thinking about the person who wasn't here.

Mimosa didn't want to go back to the common room, but she had to change. As always, Jacques was taking the team and Miss Azalea out for dinner. All she had to do was go to her dorms and change.

With a put out face, Mimosa left the adults, walking tot eh dungeons well after the others. The quiet halls were at least better than the cheering and screaming of before. Though she didn't have to wait long to be bombarded with the noise and joy. It hit her her ears as soon as she stepped into the common room.

"OFF OFF OFF!" a crowd of students chanted as Charles stood on a low table, unsteady in the way that Mimosa had learned to associate with him having a few firewhiskeys in him.

"Oh really ladies, you want to see more," he winked, teasingly pointing to his trousers before reaching to remove... his remaining glove.

he unfortunate display was happening right between her and the stairs lading to ehr incriminatory, there was no way to avoid the crowd or go unnoticed. A fact that was proven clearly when Charles spotted her neatly plaited brown head and shouted "LOOK! It's the star Seeker, get up here, Mimosa, we're playing strip clap!"

"I don't think I can upstage you like that," the witch managed, skirting the edge of the crowd to find Squid Boy tucked away at the very back, not clapping or drinking like the others.

"Though maybe you can get the Captain to join in?"

"OI, SQUID BOY, YOU HEARD THE LADY, GET UP HERE!"

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Subject: Re: Wrung Out (Squid Boy) Sat Jan 02, 2021 12:17 pm

The first game of the season had been good -- that was about all Nikolai could say for them. The team hadn't played well together, deciding to be a little haphazard in the middle of the field. Charles has had a point to prove that game, flinging the Bludger back at the Gryffindors as much as he could -- and targeting the Keeper more than once on the red's side -- but not really achieving too much. Mimosa had been about the only one who had improved from the previous year. With her not dithering around with a Beater bat she could barely hold, it meant Nikolai and Charles could at least try to aid their chasers.

The proof of Mimosa's usefulness had shown in the short lived game where she'd located and caught the Snitch early on to ensure the Snake's won. Unlike the rest of the group, she hadn't seemed too happy with the win -- Nikolai had noticed but for a moment before he was drawn in to the celebrations of his first win as Captain of the Slytherin team.

The party had returned to the Slytherin locker room without Mimosa, and from the locker rooms back up to the castle. She was with her Jacques, so it wasn't as if the witch was going to notice they'd left her behind anyway.

Back at the common room, Charles had led the celebrations, finding out the sneakily brought in FireWhiskey for this exact reason. Everyone had joined in with the moron as Nikolai moved to sit in one of the armchairs by the stairs to the dorms. Never one for really joining in with the partying, the boy had pulled out the log book he'd gotten for himself when he'd become Captain. Writing up his thoughts on the game, and the areas they needed to improve upon whilst Charles made the usual spectacle of himself in the process.

Nikolai would have been quite content remaining on the periphery of these activities. Not really being noticed, or participating. The way he liked most things to go...

"LOOK! It's the star Seeker, get up here, Mimosa, we're playing strip clap!"

Nikolai looked up from his log book in that moment, trying to find the witch in question and finding her easily past the group as she moved in to the room. It was the Mimosa effect, everyone seemed to centre themselves around the witch, making it very easy to find her in the room.

"I don't think I can upstage you like that,"

Nikolai smiled to himself at that, his eyes already moving back to the book in front of him to carry on writing down his thoughts on the day's game.

"Though maybe you can get the Captain to join in?"

The boy froze in his seat, hoping beyond anything he might be able to remain hidden even in plain sight if he didn't move.

"OI, SQUID BOY, YOU HEARD THE LADY, GET UP HERE!"

Like a deer in headlights, Nikolai looked back blankly at the boy trying to get him up on the table with him and participate in the game that... well, Nikolai was quite aware of how he looked in comparison to the other boy's his age. Where some of them were starting to fill out, or were gaining muscle due to their role in the Quidditch team, or were just plain lucky in having what was deemed a 'normal' physique for their age, Nikolai Kessler remained tall, and rather too skinny. Unlike Charles and the others, Nikolai was not one of the boys who got eyed as a prize, and the curious gazes of the room denoted they weren't as fond of the idea as perhaps Charles was.

"I think you've forgotten, we've got dinner arrangements!" Nikolai reminded Charles with a small smile. "Best not to head out in to Hogsmeade with Jacques Clement drunk and... underdressed, hmm?"

With that, Nikolai had closed his notes and put them back in his bag before he hurriedly made his exit to the dorms before he could be pulled back to join in his teammates antics. The sound of 'suit yourself!' followed him up to the dorms, but Nikolai paid it no mind. Instead, the Slytherin Captain had capitalised on there being no one else in the dorms, getting in to the shower and changing in to a smart polo shirt and trousers before the others had finally relented and joined him.

Through a thick smog of Lynx deodorant, the fifth year boys had emerged from their dorm half an hour later, waiting for the girls to be ready to head down to Hogsmeade for the dinner that was always put on by the Clement heir. It would be a long, boring affair to endure, but the food was always exemplary, even if they did have to listen to Mimosa go on, and on, and on about her Jacques, and everything else the older male could and couldn't do.

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Subject: Re: Wrung Out (Squid Boy) Sat Jan 02, 2021 3:07 pm

Her ploy to toss Squid Boy into the spotlight had worked out better than planned. Her fellow prefect's intervention had shut down the entire game, making even Charles stumble down from the table. the fact that he would now be in on the team dinners was not one Mimosa appreciated, but hopefully he would behave himself in the company of ehr Jacques, liked most people were want to do.

Heading upstairs, Mimosa was the first to reach the fifth year girls dorm and as a result, the first one to slam the door shut, not allowing anyone else to enter. The dormitory had long become hers along and the brunette took full advantage of that. In not any particular mood to dress up but decided to look nice anyway, Mimosa reached for the white section of her extensive wardrobe, the colorful selection for one reason only.

twenty minutes later, thew itch emerged in a pristine white dress dotted only one one side with delicate French embroidery, a gift from Grandmere herself. Most girls had started to emerge, dressed in their best with one sixth year still taking curlers out of her hair. Mimosa ignored them all, walking ahead to meet the group of boys who had taken far less time to get ready.

The Clement Ward hadn't planned to walk next to Squid Boy, but after Charles' third attempt to take her hand "accidentally", Mimosa had moved aside, using Squid Boy as a wall between herself and the Beaumont.

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Dinner had done a lot to cheer Mimosa up. So much so that she didn't want to leave. the witch saw nothing wrong with them staying at the restaurant all night and chatting. And by chatting she meant her talking about her Jacques and he talking about her. Sadly, after eight o clock, Miss Azalea called time and they had to trudge back to the castle.

It took some effort to smile as she bid her Jacques goodbye but Mimosa was a great actress. She didn't let anyone see that going back to the castle made her feel sad and miss Mercy even more. the Gryffindor was not coming back, she had to make her peace with that. Whatever she had seen last year had made the older witch not want to return to Hogwarts.

Not want to return to her.

One by one, students filed into the common room, the girls going of in groups to discuss how they had been received by the Clement heir and the guys to probably do whatever guy thing.

"Hey 'Mosa, we're gonna go play poker, wanna come."

"No thank you, Charles, I gotta go shower."

An appreciative wolf whistle followed her up the stairs. Charles, who had become a puppy around her Jacques, was now back in full force. "Take your time, I'll be imagining the whole thing."

The sound of his "appreciation" sent a weird feeling down her spine, resulting in her scrubbing her entire body extra hard in the shower that followed.

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Subject: Re: Wrung Out (Squid Boy) Sat Jan 02, 2021 3:27 pm

Dinner had been a bore, and the bore continued all the way back to the castle as Mimosa purposefully kept talking to, or about, her Jacques to try to prolong the fact she would have to say goodbye. Nikolai had been more than grateful to see the Frenchman retreat from the castle that evening, his nerves just about ready to give in to the insufferable subject of the heir. Still, he'd managed to get through another night, and for that Nikolai was more than grateful.

What the plan would be for the rest of the night would not remain an unknown for very long, though, as Charles was quick to announce they were playing poker when they emerged in the Common Room. Poker wasn''t anything new, and Nikolai didn't actually mind engaging in this activity. It meant he could hide behind the cards, talking wasn't overly necessary, and most of the time the girls left them be. Mimosa was no exception to that rule, either, as she politely excused herself for the shower.

It was here that the boys differed, though.

Nikolai's eyes had moved to Mimosa when she'd mentioned that, and he'd imagined -- not for the first time -- what the witch might look like naked. What Charles did, however, was announce it to the world in his usual, disgusting, manner. Nikolai -- thankful for his long arms in this moment -- reached over to clap his fellow Beater upside the head. "What is wrong with you, man? Leave her alone!" Nikolai reprimanded as Mimosa disappeared for the showers.

"Oh come on, you've thought about it too, don't give me that shit!" Charles returned, the smirk on his lips already denoting he knew the truth before Nikolai could offer a reply.

"You don't have to be such an ass about it." Nikolai retorted, leaning over to pick up the deck of cards to shuffle before they were dealt. The words did nothing to deter Charles, though, as he instead moved the subject on to how good Mimosa Harrington-Clement would be naked, and then on to further subjects of the witch's prowess in the bedroom. The more Charles spoke, the less comfortable Nikolai became as he dealt the first hand around the table. Charles had opted to get the FireWhiskey poured around again.

The night had worn on much the same. The more Charles drank, the more lewd he became. The others drank their own fill from the bottle of FireWhiskey, and joined in the conversation where they had their own points to make, and soon it was not just Mimosa who was the topic of conversation but almost all of the girls in their year. Catherine and Constance had arrived, vying for attention, and obtaining their own glasses of FireWhiskey, and Nikolai sat by, watching it all as an outsider amongst the ranks, nursing his own glass of the disgusting alcohol so that he wouldn't be pressured in to another.

It was late by the time Nikolai had lost his month's allowance. Charles had offered to sub him back in, but Nikolai had made the excuse of heading up to bed. The day had been long enough, without having to suffer more talk from Charles.

Nikolai had moved in to the dorms on his own, moving straight to his trunk to find out a pair of his sweatpants for bed. The boy had stripped down out of his clothes from the evening and pulled on the sweatpants without glancing around the deserted room.

Deserted save for his bed.

Jumping in place, Nikolai hadn't realised he'd had company until his eyes landed on the small frame on his bed.

"Mimosa?" The boy asked softly, moving around the side of his bed to check his eyes were not deceiving him in that moment. Her face became clearer in the semi-darkness of the room, and for a moment, Nikolai Kessler wondered what he should do. It wasn't like it was the first time he'd found Mimosa in his bed... but, that had been a long time ago now.

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Subject: Re: Wrung Out (Squid Boy) Sat Jan 02, 2021 4:16 pm

After her shower, Mimosa had really tried to get some sleep. She had played with her phone, texted Ashley, even texted Victoria to thank her for something or other the witch always kept sending her way. She had tried grandpa but he hadn't picked up, then she had tried Clara who had. But even after nearly an hour, Mimosa simply couldn't get comfortable.

She had made all the other girls sleep elsewhere out of chose earlier, but now she wished Catherine, Constance, Emily or anyone really was here. Loneliness wasn't a feeling she as entirely familiar with, she only knew that right now she needed to be somewhere familiar.

And failing that, with someone familiar.

She had sent Gaspard a text then, and waited for a respond.

And waited.

And waited.

Finally, the young Slytherin had jumped out of bed, dragging her pillow with her. Automatically, her feet had carried her to the boys minatory which was thankfully empty. Identifying Squid Boy's bed as the neatest one of the lot, she had crawled into it and sighed.

It smelt a little like boy cologne, and while it wasn't the one she wanted or was used to, it would do for the time being.

Mimosa had fallen asleep in less than five minutes.

Only to be awakened by a dream that Squid Boy was trying to wake her up.

"Mimosa?"

"Mmm," the witch protested, reaching for the pillow she had been hugging and, upon not locating it, going for the next best thing. Snuggling into the tall male for warmth and comfort, she murmured a few more unintelligible words before succumbing to sleep.

Leaving him to work och the rest of the situation she had inadvertently landed them in.

For now, all she needed was to fee safe and close to someone.

And Squid Boy was the only available candidate.

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Subject: Re: Wrung Out (Squid Boy) Sat Jan 02, 2021 4:29 pm

The only reply that had come from the witch was one that was not in the slightest bit useful. Frowning at Mimosa as she latched on to his arm, the boy looked back towards the door. Nobody was there to witness Mimosa's appearance in the boy's dorm, but that didn't really help matters. Looking back to the witch, the Slytherin prefect gently disentangled his arm from her grasp with the soft reassurance he would be right there.

Her grip had relented long enough to get free, and the boy had moved to close the curtains around hi four poster bed. Whilst it wasn't the perfect solution, it would be enough to keep Charles and the others at bay until the morning.

From there, Nikolai had climbed in to his bed from the other side, taking care not to move too quickly to move the bed beneath Mimosa too much in fear he would wake her, and then have to talk to her about why she was here. It was mostly a success, the witch didn't wake up, but she stirred slightly with soft mumblings that made no sense at all.

The boy had laid still for a moment, thoughts whirring around his head as he looked over at the witch's back with uncertainty. The voice of his mother was in one ear, the voice of Charles in the other. The disgusted look on Helen's face had surfaced in the periphery at the suggestions Charles had made in Nikolai's head, before the boy rolled on to his side and draped an arm around the witch. An arm that was once again latched on to the moment it had arrived in place.

Nikolai had let out a soft sigh as he settled in behind the witch, eyes closing as the soft hints of citrus fruits that were the signature of Mimosa's shampoo lulled him gently away from the waging war of ideas in his head. Whatever this was, he would follow Mimosa's lead.

Or... he would mostly, he couldn't help his body's reaction to her being in such close proximity to him.

In his bed.

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