what's [worth] fighting for ?

[ANDREW NIKOLAI BOND]

does the pain weigh out the pride
did someone break your heart inside you’re in ruins

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Oh, how he loathed Saturday mornings.

There had been a constant annoying hooting of an owl when coupled with the tapping of glass which Andrew couldn’t quite figure out how to rid himself of it. It had taken a shrill hooting noise to raise the elder Bond male from his alcohol-induced stupor as he fell off his four-poster in one instantaneous moment. Barely stumbling onto his feet whilst holding the bedside table for good measure, he groggily reached out for his wand that lay discarded somewhere alongside his robes that was positioned in a crumpled mess at the foot of his bed. Muttering rather incoherently, it took him several fruitless seconds before his hand clasped around the polished oak handle of his phoenix tail feather wand. Deciding that he required a certain degree of illumination to discover the source of noise, he casted the simple illumination charm that he’d been taught with since first year. Instantly, he’d almost regret his choice of action as the bright light at the tip of his wand caused him to instantly recoil and collide head first into his four-poster.

Cursing outwardly, he found himself in the disheveled heap of discarded clothes where he had located his wand mere moments ago. In a feeble attempt to remove the fatigue from his eyes, he silently casted the Aguamenti charm that conjured a jet of clear water from his wand onto the bull’s eye that was his head. Feeling considerably refreshed, he climbed onto his feet and glared at the closed window that had been the source of his fleeting misery. Upon closer inspection, Andrew discovered that there was an owl waiting almost impatiently outside for someone to permit entry into the seventh year Gryffindor male dormitory. Rather discontentedly, he reached out and unlatched the window that permitted the owl entry into his dormitory. Imagine his surprise when he found himself face to face with his brother’s owl that had decided to sit contently on his pillow with its leg stretched out and a piece of visible mail attached to it.

Having realized that the letter was from home addressed to him by mistake, he mentally rebuked his mum for constantly mixing up both her son’s owls. Still, it remained the only mode of communication with home as Hogwarts did not provide telephones for communicating with his Muggle parent. Sighing with resignation, Andrew reached out to dislodge the letter and stroked the owl affectionately. After all, it wasn’t to be blamed for dutifully carrying out its due diligence. In deciding that the owl was probably famished and in need of food, he hunted around his trunk for some owl treats before realizing he’d exchanged them for a new Quill that he’d been meaning to get at Hogsmeade. In making a mental note to purchase more provisions for his mail carrier and companion, he deftly removed the latch from the window open once more. The owl merely starred quizzically at its master’s older sibling, having expected to receive an owl treat for its good work. “Sorry, I’m fresh out of treats. Why don’t you trying hunting around the grounds for some mice?”

Hopping off his pillow and landing on the window sill, the owl nipped his fingers before taking off into the break of dawn. Yawning despondently, Andrew proceeded to make a halfhearted attempt at cleaning the ‘pigsty of a room’ that he so tenderly called his own. He’d often recalled his mother pleading for him to attempt to maintain a state of cleanliness that mirrored that of his younger sibling. Sniggering at that thought, he realized that the likelihood of ever emulating his brother would definitely breach every rule there was in sibling rivalry. Yet, he did retrieve most of the clothes in rapid succession that had been left on the floor with the aid of the Summoning charm before dropping them into his open trunk. A quick study of the state of dormitory simply told him that none of his dorm-mates returned to their own beds, following their evening of binge drinking courtesy of the Marauder’s ill-gotten stash of alcohol. The matter was of little consequence as Andrew simply resettled onto his bed, choosing to persist with his previous activity of forty winks. However, the eerie silence that surrounded his usually raucous dormitory simply permitted the elder Bond a rare opportunity to reminiscence the blur that had been his youth. With graduation looming on the horizon, he had simply realized that seven years had passed by without him noticing. He had always known that the day would finally arrive, where he would finally bid Hogwarts farewell as a student. The brief period recollection of flashbacks had to be halted when he realized that he hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday’s dinner.

In a quick attempt to dress himself, he simply located himself a clean tee and jeans and threw them onto himself lightheartedly. Descending the circular flight of steps from the seventh year’s dormitories, he was greeted by an unfamiliarly empty common room. Pausing for a moment to observe the dying embers from the fireplace, he soon exited the common room via the Fat Lady’s portrait. Ignoring her cynical comments about student’s activities during ungodly hours, Andrew found himself at the Great Hall’s entrance within minutes of exiting the common room. Nodding a quick greeting at a couple of Gryffindors he recognized at the table, he planted himself at his perpetual place and began to satiate his unearthly hunger with breakfast. A quick glance at his wrist watch simply told him that this was the earliest he’d ever risen in seven years of formal education. Upon completion of his morning meal, Andrew tried to decide an appropriate course of action that would keep him entertained for the morning. As he contemplated summoning his broom from the dormitory for a fly around the Quidditch pitch, he suddenly remembered that the Hufflepuffs were holding Quidditch trials that very morning down at the pitch.

Having been lost in deep thought, Andrew found himself standing at the adjacent courtyard from the Great Hall that is usually packed with students with free periods between classes. Figuring he’d not get another moment of rest throughout the day, he situated himself contently at the base of a shady tree and closed his eyes. It was moments like those that permitted Andrew to cherish Hogwarts for the little things in life. He’d been provided with a moment of tranquility, away from the bustle of Hogwarts life and he was about to cherish it. Needless to say, the moment barely lasted a minute before he was greeted by a putrid odor emanating from the Great Hall’s direction as the result of an exploding Dungbomb and the scattering screams of the younger students.

Oh, how he loathed Saturday mornings.

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[KRYSTAL MARIE HARGREAVES]

Taking a deep breath, Krystal sighed heavily pulling the covers over her head tightly. Yawning heavily she rolled around under the blankets for a few minutes. Groaning once more she took a deep breath sitting up quickly immediately regretting the quick movements. A pounding in her head made her lean forward putting her hands against her forward closing her eyes tightly. Letting out a loud grimace she opened one eye looking around the dorm room expecting one of her roommates to comment on her drinking from the night before, which wasn't happening. A second more made her realize that she was alone, definitely not a first time for it either. Finally deciding it would be impossible to sleep any more she swung her legs over the side of the bed. "It's Saturday! Why do I have to be awake!" She whined to herself kicking her legs in a miniature temper tantrum. Giving up on the tantrum she glanced around the mess she called her room. Usually she wasn't this messy, but lately it had been stressful with school work among other things she would rather not think about.

Slowly standing up she grabbed the first shirt she could find and slipped it over her head before diving deeper in the pile of clothes finding a pair of clean jeans. Grabbing them holding them high up in the air she let out a triumphant "HA!" before quickly changing into them throwing her night clothes back onto the floor. Staring at the mess on the floor she almost gave in to the urge to clean her room before feeling her stomach protest. "I didn't even realize I was dying of hunger." She whined stomping one foot on the ground. Her Saturday morning rituals usually ended with her throwing a few fits in order to actually get herself out of her dorm room. Glancing up she saw herself in the mirror and let out a horrified gasp and quickly began combing through her long black hair and put on some make up before deciding she was presentable to others.

Grabbing her bag she hoped it had what she needed in it and she ran out of the dorm room running her fingers through her hair. Finally making her way into the common room she narrowed her eyes slowly looking at each and every Ravenclaw occupying the room. When she had successfully scrutinized everyone in the room she casually walked towards the door leading her to the hallways. The person she was looking for wasn't here, he was never to be found when she actually needed him. Mikey had this weird habit of showing up whenever she didn't want him too. He must always know. Shrugging her shoulders slowly making her way to the door she sighed trying to remember names to the faces she had just seen, but she couldn't. Most of her friends were in other houses. This raised many questions, always wondering if she had been sorted into the wrong house in her first year so long ago. Then again, she'd have never met Mikey if she wasn't in Ravenclaw. Making her way into the hallway she instantly broke into a run sliding gracefully around corners and not once stopping when she saw anyone.

Sliding around one last corner she saw her destination getting a broad grin across her face. Sliding to a halt in the Great Hall she instinctively looked over at the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables looking for a familiar face. When she didn't see any of those four important people she grimaced once more. "Really? REALLY?" She said aloud causing a third year to jump as they walked past her. Quickly grabbing their arm she shook it. "You! Boy! What time is it?" She asked as she stared at him. Seeing she had visibly scared the boy she sighed letting her tight grip on his arm coughing as she cleared her throat. "Sorry about that.." She said quickly scratching her head biting her lip. "But really, what time is it?" Seeing as his shakiness wasn't going away she sighed dramatically walking away from him plopping herself heavily down at the Ravenclaw table glancing around thinking maybe, just maybe that she missed someone. But she didn't. Grabbing some food quickly she hoisted her bag on the bench next to her beginning to rummage around in it. Luckily she rarely took things out of her bag, so it had everything she needed in it. Letting out a sigh of relief she took another bite relaxing a little.

After a few minutes of mindless eating, she wondered if she could find Andrew since she couldn't find Mikey. Usually at least one of the Bond boys could be found. Sometimes, however, they were incredibly good hiders and Krystal had to resort to calling Agent Biscuit to aide her in finding one of those mysterious boys. Smiling a little she shook her head quickly downing the rest of her drink before jumping up out of her chair slinging her bag over her shoulder. Finally feeling the actual weight of her bag she sighed. "The life of a Ravenclaw. Why do we have to be the smart ones? Why can't I be in one of the houses that isn't supposed to be incredibly smart?" She grumbled to herself walking past the poor boy she had scared earlier. Seeing his reaction she raised her eyebrow looking at him. "Really? Still standing there? I'm not that scary. Move along!" She said nudging him towards the tables to eat. Shaking her head furiously she laughed at the thought of scaring the younger years, those were always good times even though they often resulted in Krystal and one of the members of the FM getting in trouble. But they didn't care, it was always so worth it.

Walking out of the Great Hall she made the turn and headed out to the courtyard. Humming a song as she made her way through the outdoor hallway she moved her head along with the beat she was making up as she went. Seeing a male sitting under the tree with his eyes closed brought a mischievous smirk to her face. Walking out onto the grass she smiled even more grabbing small rock off the ground walking closer. As she neared him she tossed the rock at his stomach and knelt down in front of him smiling at him. "You of all people should know not to let yourself drift to sleep in an open area with girls like me around." She said dropping her bag in front of him moving over to sit next to him in the shade. "What are you doing sleeping under a tree anyway?" She asked turning her head to look at the students bustling around the courtyard and hallways talking nonstop about their weeks and upcoming homework assignments. "Shouldn't you have anything better to do with your time?" She said letting out a small laugh at her own words.


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[ANDREW NIKOLAI BOND]

does the pain weigh out the pride
did someone break your heart inside you’re in ruins

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Nothing beats putrid odors when it comes to eliminating all forms of fatigue from an alcohol-addled mind in the ungodly hours of the morning. No doubt the perpetrator would’ve been caught under the ever-hawkish eye of esteemed Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. Rather half-heartedly, Andrew cast a weary gaze in the direction of where the repulsive odor was emanating from; simply to find a rather aggravated Argus Filch marching two Gryffindor fifth years by the collars of their shirts. Smiling at the thought of being admonished by the Headmaster or their Head of House, they would undoubtedly be served with a punishment befitting the crime. The mere notion of having to spend hours in the dungeon disemboweling a barrel full of horned toads for Professor Slughorn or polishing silver in the trophy room without magic would undoubtedly drive any rational wizard to the brink of insanity. Empathizing for their circumstance, Andrew was no amateur prankster himself, having earned a spot on Hogwarts’ detention Hall of Fame.

Ever since his first year as a young boy of eleven, Andrew had been prone to landing himself marathon detention sessions with Hogwarts’ esteemed staff members. No doubt his unhealthy influence had a large hand in developing the Marauders to the young men that they are today, honorary pranksters in the hallowed corridors of Hogwarts. These days, the staff members simply shake their heads in resignation when meting out detentions; often allowing the pranksters to choose their form of penalty. The aforementioned guilty parties must’ve purchased the contraband Dungbombs from the Marauders who smuggled them into the castle from Zonko’s down at Hogsmeade. After all, they had developed that ingenious map that they befittingly named after themselves which conveniently permits the user to study the patrol patterns of both Hogwarts’ staff members and Prefects. There had been occasions when the Marauders had benevolently loaned the treasured parchment to Andrew which served his purposes well. After all, if he had the ability to evade detection from Argus Filch and that infernal cat of his, Bond was invincible.

There was no escaping his youthful enthusiasm and his sense of adventure; particularly whenever he concocted some of his ingenious, infectious schemes that seem to land both his younger sibling and secret love into trouble. After all, there was no telling what new shenanigans or tomfoolery the seventh year Gryffindor had up his sleeves against the brass. Still, it weren’t as if he bribed or persuaded for either of them to participate in his foolhardy pranks. They simply offered their services and Andrew certainly wasn’t going to rebuff their propositions. Having said that, Andrew was often chastised by his mother for ‘leading his brother astray’. It didn’t help matters that Michael was the family’s overachieving scholar, from which the Ravenclaw’s Head of House swears up and down that he’d be the second coming of Nobby Leach. Thus, Andrew resorted to meekly apologizing for his rash behavior in ‘endangering and disrupting’ Michael’s curricular welfare and vowed to do better; a resolution that he had repeated for seven summers.

No doubt his brother had spent the night in the library burning the midnight oil researching for some menial assignment that had little impact on his final grade for the year, thereby explaining his absence from the Ravenclaw table at the Great Hall. After all, Michael was the insomniac who thrived in the minimal contact hours with his four-poster at the dormitory. This is in contrast with Andrew’s policy of prolonging his slumber, particularly on Monday mornings where he was an inevitable absence from class. He had been constantly reminded that had it not been for his Quidditch exploits on the pitch, the Head of House might be inclined to take a sterner view on his absences. It is the little things that separate both siblings despite their alarming similarities and personalities. Casting a gaze at the vast blue sky, Andrew was mildly surprised to find himself being relatively at peace that morning.

Normally, he’d be engaged in some sort of activity that required his immediate attention; be it circumventing Argus Filch’s wrath for flooding the Prefect’s toilet or deliberating Quidditch schedules and tactics amongst his peers as he plots Slytherin’s latest downfall. Heck, he’d have to exercise caution to avoid Tonks in that cat and mouse game that they play. After all, there was no doubt that a certain Miss Hargreaves would enlist her assistance in determining his whereabouts, if she were certain that he wasn’t busy sleeping away a serene Saturday morning in the relative comfort of his dormitory. That brief moment of certainty came crashing down when he distinctively heard the rustle of footsteps on the grass and a whizzing sound. Incredulously, he managed to seize the flying rock single-handedly without even fluttering his eyelids. That was testament to Bond’s prowess as both a Keeper and Quidditch Captain to have honed his Quidditch reflexes to their prime.

Busted, or so he assumed. Breaking into a sly grin, Andrew opened his eyes only to be met with the lovely vision that was one Krystal Hargreaves. “And you of all people should know not to assume that I’d leave myself completely vulnerable to the torturous regimens from girls like you around,” he retorted, prior to tossing the rock across the courtyard in the direction of a chubby fourth year Hufflepuff that caused him to scatter in fright. There was little doubt in his mind that he had been doing a fine job in turning Krystal into one of Hogwarts’ finer pranksters. He’d be cautious to avoid a meeting with Krystal’s father who’d be particularly interested in the young man that ‘corrupted’ his little girl’s innocence. Briefly observing Krystal’s motion in dropping her satchel before moving to position her next to him in the shade of the morning sun, Andrew scrambled to pick up the last remnants of her sentence, mentally reproaching himself for failing to pay sufficient attention to the girl whom he adored.

“Bloody owl has no inkling about the concept of a good night’s sleep. Yourself?” he replied, hoping that was the content of the question. Needless to say, he was relieved to find her attention being cast to the students that seemingly ignored their existence under the oak that they found themselves situated under. He could almost hear Michael’s derisions in his mind, often encouraging his brother to express his heartfelt emotions that seemed buried away in that stoic demeanor of his. Having chastised himself for a rookie error, he was sufficiently attentive to catch Krystal’s subsequent question. Raising an eyebrow, he couldn’t think of a better way to spend a Saturday morning than being with the people whom he cared about. Heck, Krystal’s laugh had never failed to brighten his day; as Andrew grinned sheepishly. “I could ask the same of you but judging from the weight of that bag, I’m guessing you’re in competition with my brother in being the best stereotypical Ravenclaw at Hogwarts,” he offered with a smirk.

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LYRICS ! 21 guns - green day
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[KRYSTAL MARIE HARGREAVES]

Watching the small rock fly towards him the smile left her face as his hand shot up and caught it. A defeated look briefly showed on her face before she shook it off narrowing her eyes at him. "How did you? What the..."

[/b] She said staring at him crossing her arms. Leaning her head on his shoulder she pouted a little looking up at him. "You know, for once you really could just let me win. I didn't throw it very hard. It wouldn't have hurt." She said shaking her head a little. Looking around the courtyard she sighed softly before crawling up sitting in his lap. Leaning her head on his chest she smiled a little. "Well, for once you could be vulnerable. It would definitely make things interesting to be able to catch you off guard!"[/b] She said poking his chest glaring up at him. "In all the time that I've known you, I don't think I've ever surprised you once. I can surprise anyone, but you. What is up with that mister team captain. I find it unfair."[/color] Poking his chest a few more times she moved to just rest her hand where she poked shrugging at him.

"And what exactly is it that you mean when you say girls like me? I feel like I should be offended."[/b] Rolling her eyes she leaned on him curling up in his lap. Shaking her head she smiled a little more. "There's no girls out there like me and you know it."[/color] Raising an eyebrow as she sat on him she laughed. "Maybe the owl doesn't want to see you waste your life away by drinking all night then sleeping all day. You know maybe wants you to be a normal student for once mister mysterious." She said shrugging her shoulders a bit. Thinking a moment she looked up at the leaves before opening her mouth to speak. "I... actually just woke up. I'm not sure why, though. Kind of upsetting that we're both up this early don't you think?"[/color] Closing her eyes she smiled letting the noises in the courtyard as she leaned on the one guy that she seemed to have feelings for.

Shaking her head she smiled opening one eye to look up at him. "It's not hard to beat your brother. He may stay up all night and study all the time, I'd still beat him easily. You of all people should know that.[/color] Smiling thinking of his brother. Michael and her had a really good friendship and the friendly rivalry of who could get the better grades each year. Glancing over at her oversized bag that was full of books and parchments she frowned a little and bit her lip. It was large and very heavy. "You know what? You're the only one who makes me feel like I'm a dork for actually studying and wanting amazing grades. It's not such a bad thing to want to excel at something like school you know."[/color] Glancing back over at her bag she sat up a little looking at him. "Besides, that's why you're here, so I don't have to carry around this awfully heavy bag. You know like a gentleman?"[/b] Smiling even more she shook her head moving to poke his cheek. "I am not a stereotypical Ravenclaw either. You of all people know that. I'm smart, but that's not all.[/color] She said matter-of-factly narrowing her eyes as she glared at him.

Taking a deep breath she started looking around for a brief second she lifted her nose taking her attention away from Andrew as the smile disappeared from her face. "What.... is that smell?"[/b] She asked getting completely sidetracked for a few moments. She turned away from him trying to find the source of the smell. "How did I not notice this disgusting smell before?"[/b] She asked herself before turning back to him putting her full attention on him. Looking at him she smiled a little before resting her cheek lightly on his shoulder looking up at his smirk. As she focused on him her mind went to how often the girls of the FM and even his own brother had told her to tell him she liked him. Personally, she thought it was pretty obvious that she had feelings. Letting out a soft sigh, she had to admit to herself that he was probably dense. Anyone else would have known, but not him.

Keeping her eyes closed as she relaxed on him she started to get lost in her thoughts forgetting how comfortable she tended to get when she was around Andrew. Resting one of her hands on his chest as she leaned on him her thoughts drifted to the lovely girls of the FM. Tonks, Alice, and Lillian had been the best friends a girl could ask for. This made her start to think for a moment where her lovely partner in crime was, she glanced around the courtyard wondering what in the world could Agent Green be up to. She missed her best friend. Agent Green and Red had been inseperable forever it seemed and neither of them would ever part.It was nice to think that there was nothing in the world that could bring the FM apart. They were all such good friends that just the very thought of the girls made Krystal smile and wonder when the shenanigans would happen again. They did the best pranks ever and the girls were always proud of themselves after completing the missions. Smiling to herself she shook her head slightly. Somehow getting lost in her thoughts she closed her eyes once more as she thought of her time here at Hogwarts. None of it had been wasted since she got here.

Opening her eyes she realized she was still in the courtyard and still sitting on Andrew's lap. Looking around she ran her fingers through her hair looking at him. "Mmm I may have just fallen asleep in your lap. That's how comfortable you are. I might have to steal your lap more." Yawning she looked over at him. "So mister trouble-maker, what are your plans for this lovely, warm Saturday? You don't seem to have too much going right now. You know... maybe you could study a little so you pass all the classes easily."[/color] She smiled teasing him as she nudged him raising an eyebrow. "Maybe for once you can beat your brother too."[/color] She said winking wondering where the younger one had run off to anyway.

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