WELCOME!

[Artemis Kaulitz]

Temi had gotten the news not long ago. He was breaking apart.

It had started off as a normal day. While Olive was getting her ice-cream of the morning, Temi was sitting around with his guitar. He was playing around on a few songs he was working on. He was confused by the people throwing money at his feet for his practicing, but they did whatever. He wasn't going to complain in anyway. He had been just playing when Professor Tishman and Headmaster Sigmon had approached him. Temi started to plead his case about how he wasn't stealing the money. They complimented him on his playing but told him to come with them.

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Tears splashed onto the paper, smearing the ink on the page. He wiped his eyes and tried to continue on with his writing. Temi couldn't get the words out of his head. It kept echoing...

He kept writing. It was the only thing soothing him. He wasn't sure if the words were ledgiable or not. His eyes were too filled with tears. He was destroyed. The information was killing him at the moment. The story was given to him.

They found the bodies of Jeremy Subquin, Zack Farris, and Kristi Sallies in the apartment. The muggles are claiming it was a cult ritual of some sort. Teenagers in the New York area passing all the time. Apparently, Lizette had just been missed. His three friends were dead. Jeremy was his first love. It was destroying him on the inside. Just know that they were never going to be there.

Even the magical authorities knew it was Death Eaters returning. Temi wondered if it had to do anything with his father. He was more determined than ever to find the jerk and learn the story. He wasn't allowed home for break to take care of his family. He wanted to go to Germany. He was absolutely mortified by everything.

Temi just broke down he hurled his parchment, quill, and ink into the roaring fire. Tears fell down his cheeks as he panted for air. He just wanted this all to end. He would give anything to take the place of his friends. This was his fault. He had the aching feeling. He wanted to be there for them, and he couldn't. Temi couldn't do anything...only three things could describe him at the moment...

Hopeless. Helpless. Worthless.

[Jude Malfoy]

Jude wasn’t sure what was worse; how he was treated before Beck and Gem got mad at each other, or after. It seemed about the same. When it was announced that there would be no summer for the school, he realized that his life had just gotten worse. But the pain, yeah, seemed about the same. Which, in reality, would mean it got worse, didn’t it? Because, now, they weren’t together tormenting him, and the amount seemed the same. So, yeah, it was worse. But it didn’t feel worse.

If a man is murdered in the forest, and no one is around to witness, is he really murdered?

In Jude’s case, yes, yes he is.

Limping to the common room, ignoring Erik rather painfully, he slipped the password to the door and entered the warm room. It was kind of dark, but he didn’t care. He never cared. He knew Erik was standing outside, watching the door, waiting for him to come back out and wish him good night. Jude wouldn’t do it. It hurt not to, it hurt worse than anything Beck or Gem or Mark or anyone had ever done. But he had to do it. Erik cared too much, he’d get in the way, get hurt. Jude had enough pain as it was, he couldn’t bare the pain of having Erik hurt or dead. Better he feel that Jude hated him than have him six feet under.

Leaning against the wall by the entrance Jude shut his eyes and hung his head. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t be around the castle all summer. With the exception of Erik, everyone was after his blood. So, true, again, everything was worse now. Everything. didn’t matter, nothing mattered anymore, it shouldn’t matter anymore anyway. Right now he had to just concentrate on getting up to his bed and emptying his shoes of water. He knew it wasn’t water, but fooling himself in the dark kept him somewhat sane. Right, sanity, that’s the least of his worries. Struggling along through the large room, sounds caught his attention. Who would be here right now?!

A quick glance caught him dark hair, light skin… Temi. Oh shit, right, that wasn’t going to be good. It was like Mini-Mark. Shudder. Keeping an eye on the offender Jude didn’t notice the table until he ran into it. Pain lanced up his arm when his fractured wrist flung itself out to catch himself.

“YEOCH!” He couldn’t help it. He hadn’t said more than two… now three… words since the incident with his sister. Lovely, abso-spiffin-lutely lovely. Just when he wanted to go un-noticed by the pain-in-training, he had to make a nuisance of himself.

[Artemis Kaulitz]

"ITS JUST NOT FAIR!"

His voice boomed. He thought he ripped his esophagus. Not even at concerts had he gotten that loud. His face was burning with tears. His heart was broken in a billion pieces. Shattered. He couldn't get over it all. His ears were ringing. He could hear music playing in the back of his mind. He could see the scene...perfectly....

They had been sitting in the car. 'With Me' by Sum 41 was blaring. They were speeding down a desereted road. Eight people packed into a five-person car. Zack, Jeremy, Kristi, Lizette, Temi, Ike, Benjamin, and Nathan. They were all singing the song at the top of their lungs and all off key. Zack swerved about on the hilly side road. They had been visiting Kristi's family country far in Montana. They were just having a blast. When the car rolled over....

Temi's memory was interupted by the yelling. He spun around on a dime. As in hope, he wanted to see Tobias there to comfort him. Instead, he found Jude. Dull Jude. He wasn't all that horrible, but he was still a Malfoy. Temi didn't know if he could trust him, but he knew Jude was no harm. Temi wasn't the greatest at magic, but he was a whole lot better than Jude. Not to mention, he was older and more advanced in that match.

Temi sniffled and tried to wipe his tears, but more just came down. He took a few steps back. Temi was just glad that it wasn't Olivia. He would be destroyed if she saw him in this manic state. A state of pure insanity. She deserved to see a much better side of him.

Temi didn't know what to do with Jude. He was just....Jude. He didn't want to do anything with him around. He just wanted to be alone, but he couldn't shove Jude away. He looked pretty beaten up, even if it was just in the dull light of a flickering fire. Temi was shaking violently. His nerves were ruined. He was probably going to go to the nurse and ask for some Drought of Peace. "H-hi..."

[Jude Malfoy]

Jude kept his eyes down, letting the shouts ring and die out. His head hurt too much to want to do anything right now other than get up to bed and ignore the world for a few hours. But Temi had his eyes on him, was watching him, sizing him up. Did he really have to go through this again? More names, more insults, more pain? God, why was he the school’s… no, the world’s, punching bag?

But then Temi just stood there. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t move, he didn’t even turn away from him. Jude would have liked that last bit. But, yeah, it didn’t happen. Feeling the eyes on him he tried to make himself smaller, tried to ignore the obvious signs of distress coming from the older boy. He had himself to worry about, he really did. He couldn’t let his curiosity or his compassion get in the way. He wasn’t like his sister, or his brothers, he cared

No no no. He couldn’t care, caring got people hurt, like himself.

Fuck.

Temi said hi to him, making him look up a bit. This guy was clearly in tears, even in this low light. Jude could hear it, could feel it. Something was wrong and Jude knew he couldn’t rest until he had tried to fix it just a bit. He was going to regret this. He could already see it in his head; he’d go over there and offer help and Temi would smack him, or punch him, or something that would result in another bruise and more pain and probably passing out in the common room and having to suffer trying to get up in the morning in time for whatever tomorrow was.

But he still shuffled over, head down, avoiding looking anywhere but his shoes.

“Youkay?” He muttered. Four words. Yeah, four. Wonderful! He was making progress. Nope, scratch that. As soon as he said it he flinched away, expecting an impact. Stupid big mouth, stupid caring. He was probably going to lose teeth.

[Artemis Kaulitz]

As Jude moved closer towards him, Temi's foot moved back a bit. It wasn't another toward Jude, shockingly even to Temi. Temi didn't want anyone to get hurt. Jude was already in pain. He could even see it through his tear blurred eyes. He blinked and more tears just slipped and slid down his inflamed cheeks. He couldn't believe that he was getting this close to Jude. He was trusting him this much. Both were in pain, two different types but still pain.

Temi sniffled a bit before stuttering out, "N-not real-ly..." He didn't know why he said that. Oh right...Temi sucked at trying to lie when he was upset. It just didn't happen well. He knew he would be lying if he said he was fine. Jude probably would have just left him alone. But...being fine got him in trouble the last time...

Zack pulled himself out of the driver's side window. It was the only opening. He was covered in cuts from the windshield busting. His head was still rolling, just like the car. He was panting. "Guys! Guys! Oh my God! Someone talk!" They all began to speak and crawling from the rubble of the glass, fast food trash, and CDs. Six were out of the car. "Temi! Temi are you alright?!" Temi was laying on the roof of the car. He was in blinding pain. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine...I think I'm stuck..." Ike and Zack pulled him out. He laided on the ground. He was light headed...the world was spinning...he was nausated. The screaming started by the time he could hardly keep consciousness...

He reached up and wiped at his eyes again. It was useless. The pain in his heart was just destroying him at the moment. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to protect his family. His mother. His Lizette. She was his best friend. She was his everything. She was his life. He knew both women had everything to do with his life. He was so helpless now.

He looked up to Jude. "Y-you o-o-okay?" Temi sniffled a bit and just fell back down on the couch. He hardly had enough strength to pick himself up into a semi-comfortable position. He looked around to see the other empty end of the couch. Temi looked into the fire for a few seconds to see bad attempt at music in flames; the crackling of the fire being the best music it would ever make. Temi wished he could too...just burn... "You a-are welc-comed to sit," he sniffled, drawing his legs up to his chest and laying his cheek again his knees, blinking out more tears.

[Jude Malfoy]

Temi wasn’t okay. Artemis Kaulitz, Hufflepuff cute-y, had just admitted to the school fuck-up that he wasn’t okay. Wow, that was awkward. Drying his eyes Temi ignored him again. That’s cool, that’s good. Maybe he did a little bit of good by at least getting the guy to admit he wasn’t alright. Yeah, he could live with that. He should just keep going, just pretend nothing was going on here and go up to bed. But something kept clawing at Jude not to leave Temi alone. He might not be able to do anything, but he knew he shouldn’t be alone.

He didn’t think the kid would do anything stupid, no, he knew better than that. Just, that Temi needed to get rid of whatever was bugging him. Everyone was on edge now, he of all people should know that. Temi was no one special he was no one out of the ordinary. Everyone (mostly) was saddened by the news of not going home. Everyone (mostly) was angry that they wouldn’t get the house cup. So Temi’s nerves were on end, so was everyone else’s.

But that didn’t make leaving him alone and stressed in the common room any righter. Righter, is that even a word? If so, does it even belong in that context? Probably not. Forget it, doesn’t matter. Not when Temi asked him the same question, sprawling out on the couch. Was he okay? Jude wanted to ignore him, just turn around and walk away and leave the guy to think of his own answer. Was he okay? Of course he wasn’t okay! But he had to admit, he had asked the same stupid question. He opened his big mouth and out came a can of worms. He was stuck now.

He was offered a seat. He still hadn’t answered the question. Did Temi really think he was going to get an answer out of him considering the last time they had “talked?” no, no Jude wasn’t going to give him that pleasure. Jude shuffled around to the front of the couch, sitting on the ground rather than next too Temi. This way if the guy lashed out he’d be pinned to the ground, not the arm-rest. Arm-rests were bad to be up against, they were perfect angles to choke someone on and not be kicked by them. Jude had found that one out. Draco Jr. had decided to vent his dishes-duty out on him once… no, the floor at least gave him leverage and room to try and escape.

But Temi should get some kind of answer, shouldn’t he? If he didn’t answer, he’d be just like his siblings; full of himself and stuck up and mean. But if he did answer, he’d again be like his siblings; it’s all about me me me. He wasn’t going to be able to win, was he? So Jude used his good shoulder and gave a half shrug. There, perfect response! Temi could take that either way, right? Hopefully? Ugh, too much thinking.

[Artemis Kaulitz]

Temi wasn't really in the right state of mind. With the way Jude was reacting, Temi was taking offense. He hadn't had this much adversion since he came out in sixth grade and all the kids pratically ran away from him. It was pretty humiliating. He was use to people just accepting and moving on. This just reminded him of how much the muggles he knew had avoided him for the first three months of his newly opened door.

Temi bit his lip. He felt as if he was going to give himself a third hole in his lip. He wanted to scream at Jude, but he was containing himself pretty well. He tried to think of something that would get his mind off of this thought that Jude was staying away because he didn't want Temi to hit on him or something like that. A song came to Temi's mind. Through his tears, he tried to hum it. Then, he recalled the band. It had been the one that never let him forget that night...

Temi was unconscious. Lizette was screaming loudly, holding onto Temi's body. He had landed on a CD. Something had broke it in half. One half was lying on the roof on the car. The other half was stuck into Temi's left side. He was bleeding profusesly. Everyone was panicking. Jeremy was calling an ambulance. Zack and Ike were trying to think of excuses to why the car ended up flipping and why so many people where in the car, but they were too distracted. Ben, Kristi, and Nate were trying to bring Temi to consciousness again...but they were failing miserably. Lizette threw herself out from under Temi and took off running. Running as far and as fast as she could. She had her face covered, tears streaming and voice screaming so loud that she didn't hear the truck that hit her...

Temi's body quivered. He felt as if he could puke. He wanted too. He couldn't remember Lizette's accident. He hated himself for ever causing her to do something so stupid. Then, Jude plopped down on the floor. Temi had had it. Something about thinking about Lizette caused a reaction only worthy of her. He was sick of it. Fed up. He glared over at Jude. "You sicken me. I thought that maybe when someone would actually try to be nice to you, you might try to be somewhat socialable. Its pretty effing rude to act like a jerk to someone just because they like guys. Trust me, its not like you're my type. I'm already in love with someone so you don't even have to worry..." In love...he never really considered it until now. Temi was in love with Tobias Specturm. Head over heels. Of course, it had to take something as stupid as Jude Malfoy to make him see it.

[Jude Malfoy]

Jude winced as Temi started to chew him out. He knew it was too good to be true; too good to last. No one would be kind to him long enough to get him to be normal around them. True, Erik was nice, but Erik wasn’t the kind that could get people off his back. Temi had friends, he had people that followed him. Erik was a diamond in the rough, who’d listen to him?

Oh…

Oh my god.

No, no he did not just say…

Jude blinked at the fire, trying to make sense of what was just said to him. Temi jumped to a pretty radicul conclusion rather quickly. One that just made Jude’s blood boil. Was this what being a Malfoy felt like? If so he hoped to God that he’d never feel it again. His heart was pounding, his head spinning as his face drained of color. Eyes narrowed, Jude shifted how he was sitting to look Temi dead-on.

“How dare you. How dare you! The fact that a man likes men has nothing to do with my attitude.” His voice was a low, dangerous hiss; his eyes flashed with a hate reserved for his siblings. Weeks and months of biting his tongue and keeping silent came pouring out of him; hours and days of sleep lost to worry of what could happen to Erik if he spoke up broke the dam and flowed freely. “Last I looked, our last meeting wound up in you threatening me and me getting beaten to a pulp by doing what you had told me to do! ‘Stand up for yourself’ is what all you liars prompt me. The second I do I’m in the wrong.”

Jude stood, pushing himself up and ignoring the twinge of muscles and bones that were not in the shape to be moving so quickly.

“I was being nice. I could have ignored you and gone to bed. But instead I stood here and asked if you were okay. I fucking cared that someone in my house was in a bad mood. You didn’t want to talk about it, and I don’t want to talk about mine. I didn’t call you anything for not wanting to delve into it, but you start insulting me for it?! And I don’t give a gnome’s rump whom you’re in love with! You could be humping the giant squid for all I care! Like girls, like guys, like sheep, whatever! The fact that someone is gay might be something my siblings hate but do I look like my siblings?! And how do you know I’m not your type?! Do you even know what type I belong to? If you don’t I sure won’t tell you, you can ask Erik, he knows what type I am, and I seem to be exactly hi-”

Oops. He paused in his rant, eyes moving from Temi to his finger, which wound up at some point during his speech pointing at the door. This was why he had to shut up, this was why he couldn’t talk to people, couldn’t be around Erik. What if this had slipped with Beck or Gem or Draco or some other Slytherin around? He’d be dead! Erik’d be dead! Biting his lip Jude dropped his arm and turned his gaze over his shoulder, to the fire, trying to keep from shaking anymore than he already was.

“_Damnit"