two snakes and a lion - fred, hampton -

[EPONINE DOMINIQUE DOLOHOV]

I hope that people aren't acting like complete and total imbeciles, she thought moodily. She didn't know why so many people at Hogwarts seemed to be complete and total idiots, but they were. It was a wonder how people like Crabbe or Goyle were even admitted to the school. Sure, they had pureblood, but they had peas for brains and even that was being generous. Their brains were probably smaller than that, even. If they had an iota of sense between the pair of them, she would be surprised. It was hilarious to her, that Draco chose these to be his defenders. Sure, they were burly and strong, but they had no sense. He literally had to tell them what to do constantly, and she couldn't see why they didn't tire of taking orders from a weak and girlish little boy like him. He clearly wasn't a man, but he wanted to be treated like one. It was stupid, really. Then again, it took a lot to insult the only child of Lucius Malfoy. Well, only legitimate child, at least. It wasn't exactly a secret that sometimes Lucius stepped out on his wife, but he always came back, and she must have always accepted that. She wouldn't. Eponine knew that if her husband stepped out on her, she would cut them off and be done with it before she made his murder look like an accidental death.

She wouldn't put up with such rampant stupidity.

She hoped that Peeves wasn't out and about. He liked to cause chaos and she really wasn't in the mood to have a dungbomb dropped on her head or an ink well thrown at her or whatever else the idiotic poltergeist could come up with. She rolled her piercing blue eyes, huffing as she stormed down the hall. She was not in a mood to be crossed today. She hardly ever was in the mood for people, but especially not today. She had a particularly nasty long letter from her mother that she had promptly thrown into the fireplace of the common room, watching it burn in the blue-white flames with an odd sense of satisfaction. Her mother said something about how she had to try harder to achieve her aims, but her mother knew nothing of how hard she worked. She was a harder worker than that fat, ugly hag who was so lopsided she could have probably tried out for the part of the Hunchback in the Hunchback of Notre Dome if she had been in France and alive during that time period. She smirked sadistically at that thought, it wasn't particularly nice, but as Eponine didn't like her mother - this didn't particularly bother her.

She didn't know why her father had picked such an ugly spouse. Her father wasn't that bad looking, but her mother was hideous. It made her wonder how exactly some people fell in love. Her parents were certainly one of those mismatched couples. She had heard of half-giants and dwarves, ogres and giants, but honestly this seemed more strange. Her father was tall and thin whereas her mother was short and fat which probably wasn't helped any by the fact that she gave birth to three children. Speaking of which, Eponine hadn't seen her brothers as of late. She hoped her younger siblings weren't causing trouble for their professors or getting behind in their studies. Either of which would probably get her in trouble as her parents seemed to hold her responsible for watching her brothers when she was in school which she found quite unfair. So what if they were all in Slytherin? It didn't mean that she was their keepers and she wasn't going to follow them around to protect them. If they needed her, she'd be there in a heartbeat, but until then she was going to do her own thing.

She felt bad for her siblings, though, in one regard - not only were they to be protected by her but they had the most horrible names. Just like her. She didn't know what her parents had been thinking when they named their children. Were they trying to come up with the ugliest names possible? If this were the case, Eponine certainly thought they had achieved that aim. She hardly ever let anyone call her by her first name. She preferred to go by her far superior middle name - Dominique. At least Dominique didn't sound completely and totally retarded in every way possible. Though, if truth be told she thought she got the better end of the deal. After all, Eponine was certainly better than Nevan. What kind of name was Nevan? She knew that if she ever had children she would give them names that they could be proud of. Names they would proudly wear around because they would be superior to their peers' names.

Eponine hadn't particularly been paying attention to where she was going. She noticed now that she was on the third floor. There was nothing much here to get excited about. There was the Charms Room, the Armor Room, and the Trophy Room. None of which offered many exciting prospects. She just hoped that Peeves wasn't about, causing the suits of armor to clang about in most noisy and annoying fashion. She wouldn't put it past the poltergeist to do such a thing. That was, after all, something Peeves would do if for nothing else but to annoy the students and Professors alike. Rolling her eyes once more, she uttered a soft sigh. Where were all her friends? It was a Saturday, mayhaps they were all still sleeping? Stupid lazy bums. They ought to be up by now to entertain her if nothing else.

The Slytherin wasn't paying attention to where she was going, for there weren't many people out and about these hours. Suddenly, however, she realized that perhaps she ought to have been paying attention. Someone had placed rope in the hallway, one that had grabbed hold of her ankles and from which she was now swinging from upside down. She narrowed her icy blues in complete and utter disdain of the culprit wherever he or she was. "Very clever!," she snapped, sarcastically. "And so funny, I forgot to laugh," she added, her voice icier than icicles. She wasn't amused by this. This was very immature. Something like a two year old would find humor in. As it stood, she was not two years old and neither was the culprit. Therefore, under no circumstances could this be funny, in the least. Huffing, she crossed her arms. The person who had come up with this plot clearly had no life.

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[HAMPTON KIRA GREYBACK]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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“Good Morning class! Now, First things first; I would like to collect the Essay's I had asked you all to write.”

The third youngest werewolf of the Greyback clan was in his usual seat towards the back of the classroom; His head propped up on his right hand. He watched lazily as the rolled up scroll on his desk zoomed towards tiny Professor Flitwick along with the few other students who had gone on to take Charms in the N.E.W.T. Level. His brown eyes followed slowly after his Parchment until they landed on the Professor; Who was once again knocked over by the scrolls all hitting him at once. He turned his gaze back down to his book as two students from the front row got up to assist Professor Flitwick back to his feet. Hampton wasn't one to judge, but even he found it pathetic that a fully qualified wizard like Flitwick could be so easily over come by summoned scrolls. And he wasn't setting much as the Charms professor either.

“Ah, thank you, thank you. Now, since the homework is collected, I want to go over last classes lesson. Who can tell me...”

And so it went. Another dragging, double period of Charms. Brown optics turned their gaze down to the spare bit of parchment in front of him; The one he was supposed to be taking notes on. Instead, he was doodling everything and anything; Although he wasn't much of an artist, so the quality of said doodling's weren't much to behold. He shifted slightly in his seat, a grimace of pain crossing his features for but a few seconds before falling off to leave his features as indifferent as they had once been before. The full moon had been last week, and Hampton wasn't sure what he had gotten into; but he had had a run in with something. A nice bruise had blossomed all over the right side of his torso; traveling all the way from his collar bone, up under his arm pit to the middle of his shoulder blade, and stretched all the down to disappear under his pants to fade off around his hip. It made sleeping all but impossible unless he slept on his left side. And seeing how much he moved around in his sleep, it was quite painful. He supposed he could have gone to the nurse to have her fix the bruise (he himself was not so adapt at mending bruises and the likes) however he was used to these sort of injuries. His father wouldn't be very pleased if he knew his son had sought the help of a witch to heal himself. To his father, being a Werewolf was a gift; the highest there could possibly be given. The bruise was just a clear indication of how much a failure to the 'pack' he was.

He looked up, hearing Flitwick talking about the day's current assignment, along with the homework. Being N.E.W.T. Students, they were all required to understand what was expected of them. Heaving a sigh, he grabbed his book, flipping it to the correct page before reading the assignment. It was in this fashion that Hampton continued the rest of his class; only to relieved to hear the distant bell ringing throughout the castle to signify the end of the lesson. The many chairs pushing against the stone floor created a loud screeching noise, causing the young werewolf to close his eyes slightly in discomfort. He hated the week leading up to, and the week following, a full moon. His senses were always in over load, and it drove him crazy. Standing from his own seat, he threw his books into his bag; Making a small mental note that he would have to start repairing it again. Like everything else he owned, his bag was old and frayed. It wasn't like his Father had any decent income being a werewolf. And not just any werewolf either; Hampton had been one of the few souls unlucky enough to be sired by Fenrir Greyback.

He had a double free period at the moment. A beautiful thing really. Because then he had lunch followed by a break before his next lessons. Perhaps he would go down for an early lunch before retiring to the Slytherin Boy's Dormitory for a quick nap. Merlin only knew it couldn't hurt. Heaving his bag further up his left shoulder, he started down the corridor, taking his grand old time when he heard a familiar voice snapping out.

“Very Clever! And so funny, I forgot to laugh.”

He knew that voice extremely well; having the misfortune to share the same Common Room with her. Turning the corner, he walked over to the figure suspended in the air by her ankle; an amused expression on his features. “Is this your attempt at making a statement? Because I must say, there are other... Er, more eye pleasing ways to make them. Unless of course, your aim was to get everyone to notice your knickers; In which case I must congratulate you on a job well done,” he said, a small smirk playing on his features. He knew he was enticing her rage. It was something he normally tried to avoid; having no interest for conflict of any type. However he just couldn't bring himself to pass up this lovely opportunity.

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[EPONINE DOMINIQUE DOLOHOV]

I swear, if I find out who did this, I'm going to string them up by their tonenails, she thought irritably. She didn't understand who would pull off something quite as juvenile as this, but she didn't like it. She didn't like it, at all. Mumbling something incoherent under her breath, she kicked angrily at the string, hoping that if she swung to and fro too many times she would manage to make herself fall from the ceiling. Hopefully, she wouldn't end up landing on her face. That would be embarrassing both to herself and her family name. She would never live it down. Chances were, she wasn't going to live this down if anyone saw her, either. So the sooner she got down from this absurd position, the better. She didn't exactly fancy showing the whole of Hogwarts her knickers. Not that they were all too bad, really, but that didn't mean she wanted the whole world to see. She could only thank Merlin that she had nicer underwear than some of the inhabitants of Hogwarts.

"Oh isn't it my lucky day?" she snarled, sarcastically. "A funny at my expense, oh how very original. Everyone's a bloody comedian," she added, her voice clipped. "Yes, it was my intention to show off my knickers to the bloody whole of Hogwarts," she barked. Honestly, he was the biggest idiot in the world, if he truly believed that. "Who in their right mind would do this to themselves? I know people in your family tend to be rather insane, Greyback, what with their blood lust and rather repugnant father, but don't insult everyone else's intellect simply because you don't have any," she retorted. She wished she were taller, that way her arms could be longer. As it so happened, they were too short for her to reach her wand, and she wouldn't attempt it. She knew he would only laugh at her.

She needed her wand to get down, but she was too proud to ask him for help. He would only cut her down so she landed on her face, she was certain of it. She knew that he usually avoided her for fear of her wrath, but now it seemed that he wasn't terrified of her. Well, she was going to prove that was a mistake. Just as soon as she got her wand back. Maybe she could try a summoning spell without her wand. Their professors had taught them a few nonverbal spells, all of which she picked up on. She wasn't sure about wandless magic, though. It was quite difficult and not everyone knew it - especially in the Death Eater community. Sadly, there seemed to be a lot of dolts for Voldemort's hire. She would prove that she wasn't another twit.

Reaching her fingers out in mid-air she thought, Accio wand! Nothing happened. Doing this a few more times in her mind, to her annoyance, she was most unsuccessful. If there was anything she detested more than Hampton's presence, it was when he was laughing at her. Fortunately, it didn't happen often, but it was happening now. She knew that she would end up hexing him when she did get to her feet out of sheer annoyance. He was one of the more annoying Slytherin inhabitants. One of the ones that seemed to think that half-bloods and muggleborns weren't that bad. She rolled her eyes. Didn't his father support the Death Eaters? Yet he seemed to hold all the Death Eater kids in disdain. What an idiot.

Then again, he wasn't the imbecile hanging from their ankles by the ceiling. That would be her. Pursing her lips, she tried to summon her wand one more time with wandless magic. Again, to no avail. Hopefully, she would be able to manage that spell soon. She didn't want to be the laughing stock of Hogwarts. That would only make her mother far more disapproving of her than she already was. Irritably, she closed her eyes, trying to will herself to calm down. She was going to be all right, she told herself. Yeah, if hanging by one's ankles sufficed as all right. She told herself to calm down. Getting into a violent rage would do nothing to help her predicament and would only cause Hampton to laugh at her some more, something that would do nothing to improve her patience which was dwindling or her mood which was growing blacker by the second.

What she needed was her wand. Why in Merlin's name did she have to be so short, and have such short arms? Hissing her disdain, she swung herself again, in an attempt to pull herself low enough that she could reach her wand. She tried to ignore Greyback, though, his presence was well known and bitterly disapproved of. She massaged her temples. She could do this. She kept telling herself that, because it was the only thing that was keeping her sane at the moment. A brief sanity which would border on insanity when she didn't get the results she wanted, and when Greyback insulted her once more. She hoped he didn't get the bright idea to help her. She was not going to be indebted to him. She would not allow him to be her Savior. She was no damsel in distress. She would free herself. Somehow.

tagged;; fred & hampton
notes;; hope this works!
words;; i never keep track.
credit;;
GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0
lyrics in text are from lady gaga!

[HAMPTON KIRA GREYBACK]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font]
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It was highly amazing what the students of Britain's finest wizarding education could come up with. Highly amusing in the sense of how... juvenile the antics were. Honestly, a simple, mid-evil rope trap? He wasn't sure which was more pathetic; The trap itself or the one who got caught in it. Hampton figured you had to be at least ten types of stupid to actually get caught in one; And yet here he stood, staring up at one of his fellow Slytherin students who was hanging by her ankles as she swayed from side to side from her mere body weight alone. He supposed she wouldn't be swaying as much if she would just stay still. Of course there was also the chance that she really thought she would be able to break the rope just by swinging it. Honestly, Hampton only saw that happening with someone maybe three times her weight. But surely a small little thing such as Eponine Dolohov wouldn't be anywhere near heavy enough to get it to snap so easily.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes once again draw to the unusual sight of her exposed knickers. He felt somewhat sorry for the poor soul who had laid the trap. If they were dumb enough to still be lurking around they would surely die this day. Of course, even if they weren't, their decision to leave the crime scene (for this was surely a crime, or at least the expression on Little Eponine's expression deemed it as such) was only really delaying the inevitable. He turned his amused expression back to her own furious one.

"Oh isn't it my lucky day? A funny at my expense, oh how very original. Everyone's a bloody comedian. Yes, it was my intention to show off my knickers to the bloody whole of Hogwarts."

An agitated sigh escaped Hampton as his amused expression darkened slightly. “Obviously,” he started, “We need a lesson in sarcasm. Or perhaps we should start with the definition first.” Usually he would have just walked away from Eponine; leaving her stranded there for one of the more friendlier Slytherin's to put her down. Or even perhaps a Prefect or a Professor. Better yet, let her stay there until she managed to get herself down by herself. However she was proving that, that was proving a difficult task indeed for her.

"Who in their right mind would do this to themselves? I know people in your family tend to be rather insane, Greyback, what with their blood lust and rather repugnant father, but don't insult everyone else's intellect simply because you don't have any."

Now really, the rude retort was not needed in the slightest. Yes, it was quite obvious that she was to dumb to catch the sarcasm in his words. Either that or had chosen to ignore them all together. Which, for her, would not be entirely surprising either. “My lack of intellect? Dear Dolly, you don't seem to realize that you're giving blonde's a bad name. Of course, I assure you that doesn't take much.” He watched as she pointed her hand out in the direction of her discarded wand, her fingers stretched out as if the very life of them depended on reaching that wand. A knowing smirk appeared on his features. Obviously, little Miss Eponine was not that adapt at non-verbal magic. It could also be perhaps that she wasn't able to preform wand-less magic either. His gaze flickered lazily from the discarded wand on the floor to her face. A small smirk on his face, he held out his hand slightly in front of him.

Accio wand, he thought. And with great satisfaction, he watched as the wand immediately flew into his open hand; His fingers closing lightly around it as he waved it teasingly in front of her. “Are we after this?” he asked her with an overly sweet voice. He wasn't entirely sure where or how he became so adapt at wand-less magic. It came to him as easy as breathing did; Sometimes more easier than that (as his painful ribs were reminding him of). He supposed that the right thing to do was to let her down. However he would then have to fear for his personnel safety. Ah: Decisions, decisions.

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