No.
You were not allowing it.
You had given them chances. Last night, when you didn’t just jump them from behind. Chances to just walk away a moment ago. And? You had been repaid by them laying a hand on the person you cared most about in the world; your first, best friend. The other part of you. The one who fought a troll alone to keep it away from you, scarred her soul some to help keep your safe when you used the Green Death.
No.
They wanted this?
Well, you were generous.
Would give them exactly what they wished for.
So…you took your boiling, rage and <span class="mu-i">froze</span> if. You were no Occulemens, not really, but knew the basics. So, you adopted the persona, the mind set of the scariest person you knew.
Lucerne Sanders.
And angry? He was as cold as ice. Calm. Collected. Methodical and precise. You had seen it twice. That was enough to never want to see it again; you weren’t him, but you could play pretend well enough to deal with these clowns.
“Hey… you know? That <span class="mu-i">is</span> pretty fucked up, how much trouble you got in. It <span class="mu-i">was</span> pretty harmless. Sorry about overreacting to a bit of good-natured horse-play, the nicknames... just got done with that time of the month, still cranky; I do know some ways to fix it but…”, and you tried to turn any remaining Veela charm in your blood to 11. Shifted a little so you were almost flashing them; saw Emmy caught on and did the same. “Listen. We are new. We don’t want enemies. Not only that, but we want friends; I think we could still be friends. <span class="mu-i">Good</span> friends even.”, and then take a long drag of your dart, blow out the blueish cloud towards them gently.
Got the ember nice and hot for what was coming.
“What she said. And I didn’t even do anything to you, boys, but… part of why we came here for a year is we ended up with a certain “reputation” back at Hogwarts. That prefect graduated, but unfortunately our old professor did get fired, considering it was him and two 16-year-olds in a broom closet when they found us. Shame. He was tall… I do like them like tall.”, Emmy says in a slightly sultry voice, and batted her eyes at Needle-Dick. Benefit of your connection being basically un-throttled. Couldn’t read one another’s thoughts… more like impressions and a strong feel for your emotions, ideas and she got it. On her end though? She got the idea. Yet?
Right now? You were feeling a massive load of anxiety, embarrassment at doing this.
But?
Beyond that? A barely contained and burning hot anger; Em, she always did get more emotional than you. Took after mom more. The fact the channel was open and your icy hate was flooding in might have been the only thing keeping her from flying into a destructive rage… but that isn’t what you needed now, out numbered by older wizards. So she played along.
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