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The morning was hot, proving that summer was upon him. And to Braxton, that meant nothing but bad things. Since last summer, his parents promised they wouldn't be sending him away to stay with his Aunt again. It was unclear if they thought he would get hooked on drugs or what, but they somehow agreed that he should stay at the Wyatt residence this summer. He shook his head, not excited even a little bit about the prospect of staying in the same house as the people who publicly claimed to be his family, but privately rejected him. He sat in the owlery staring at his owl, Harriet. He had written a letter asking his parents to let him study abroad somewhere, anywhere, instead of return to their mansion home south of London. He didn't know what they would say, or even if it would be appropriate to ask. They wouldn't be making him stay if it wasn't for some really good reason, right? No reason he thought of beyond his 'planned untimely death' made sense to him, and he hoped they didn't hate him enough to poison him or something. Shuddering, Brax reaching for Harriet and tied his little letter to her leg before sending her off, "Home, girl." He said in a quiet voice. He then leaned against the window casually, watching her fly away.

It took Melanie forever to work out a reply to Ashton's letter, one that she hoped would calm her father's fears and reduce her own anxiety in the process. He had been very clear that she had no room for error, as if he hadn't drilled that in to her head since the moment she was born. She couldn't, and wouldn't, fail now.

Owls were never really fond of her, especially not her brother's owl Ryker who she was using to send out the reply crushed in her hands. Ryker flee to her the instant she entered the Owlery and she instantly knew it was so that he could sink his talons in to her arm. The stupid bird thought even less of her than normal it appeared. "Ryker, no. Stop it. Just take this home so you can get out of here, okay? I won't come back for the rest of the year, I promise ," Melanie ordered, trying to wrench the bird off. He seemed to understand and took the letter from her hand before soaring out the window. She hadn't even tied it down, so hopefully he didn't lose it.

She had almost not noticed a familiar shape standing in one of the windows during her little exchange with the demon owl. Well, this had just become significantly more embarrassing. "sorry about that, I didnt think anyone was up here and Ryker has a mind of his own. " she apologized with a small grin in Braxton's direction.

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Braxton hadn't even been paying enough attention to his surroundings to hear the other person enter the owlery, let alone their exchange, He had watched as Harriet turned into a little black dot in the sky and then eventually disappeared with such intensity that someone could have cast a curse on him and he may not have noticed. When the voice he hadn't heard before was directed at him, he turned around, flinching a little bit because he was surprised, "What are you talking about?" He asked, sure he looked as confused as he felt about her words. That's what he gets for spacing out...

Shaking her head, Melanie relaxed a little bit. "Nothing, my brother's crazy owl was just causing a little racket. I was apologizing for it." She put on her best politician smile, just like Mother taught her, as she let out a small laugh. It was forced, but no one would ever be able to tell that. She had practiced with mother for hours as a child to do things perfectly, even laughing on cue. It was insane beyond reason, but it had happened and she used those talents to her fullest abilities.

"So, like I was saying, sorry for the interruption. It looks like it was more my fault than Ryker's though." Melanie finished while pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

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Braxton raised a brow at the girl. She was very good at it, but a seasoned liar could always spot another liar. He decided not to say anything because, for one reason or another, she was a liar and unveiling the reason wouldn't change the fact that she meant to hide her secrets. He smiled at her and nodded, "No problem, I didn't even notice to be honest." He said, looking back at the sky. He had noticed her mask ages ago, and still never said a single word about it. Too much work and it wasn't worth the effort, "So the trans final is tomorrow." He said, changing the subject so his mind would think about something else.

Melanie relaxed slightly, happy that he hadnt called her out and for the change in topic. The last thing she wanted was a confrontation with someone from a family like Braxton's, not when her father was working so hard to impress the other pure bloods. "it shouldn't be as bad as Defense Against the Dark Arts. That bogart was a little much. " of course Kale had held his final the same way Zimmerman did. They all had to face down the monster, even the first years. Hers had predictably turned in to her parents, disapproving scowls crossing their faces as she took in their gaunt, rag draped bodies. The message was clear: she was terrified to fail. Luckily Kale had been the only one present for hers due to her late arrival. The man had a long standing hate for all things slytherin, but at least he had the tact to not say a word as he marked down her score.

"I heard herbology is going to be bad. It might just be the fifth years messing with me though." not like she needed help in that department. Herbology was one of the classes she struggled in for some odd reason. She knew the plants and things she needed for potions, but growing them and memorizing how to take care of every single one was beyond her sometimes.

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Nodding, Braxton shrugged and sighed, "Not that it really matters." He said, looking back at the sky. The little black dot that had been his owl was now gone and he pushed off the stone to moved closer to the center of the room, "Herbology is useless anyway, so it doesn't matter hwo you do on the exam, really." He said, not sure if she felt the same way, but certain that he wasn't about the care about something so stupid. He was silent for a moment, Looking at the owls and wondering what his parents were going to say about this summer. He had no idea what they had planned for this summer, but he knew he didn't want to be a part of it.

i'm falling apart

leave me here forever in the dark

Melanie shook her head, letting out a small laugh as she did. Herbology was pretty stupid, but it was a stupid class she needed. "How about this, you explain that to my father and then I'll stop stressing about the exam. Everyone wins." Raven had calmed some of her nerves earlier and the potion she had given her induced a slight amount of peace back in to her system. Maybe even enough to relax for a minute.

Whether or not the exam was going to be hard, she didn't feel like talking about it much anymore. Melanie had already let it slip that her father was the one pushing her almost too far to succeed, so diverting the conversation anywhere other than herself sounded like a great idea.  "Hey, aren't you on the Quidditch team this year?" She asked, knowing that they were heading towards the championships.

no word count for you | BRAXTON THOMAS WYATT | notes:we're baaaccckk.

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Finally, something he cared about. He grinned that grin most Slytherins only got when they were talking about something totally awesome, "Hell yeah I am. And I'm pretty good too." He swung his arm in the air like he was holding the beater's bat, "I think it's because I can hit stuff really hard though." Laughing, he was happy for the distraction from his families insane drama.

i'm falling apart

leave me here forever in the dark

Both her laugh and her smile were a little more genuine this time as Braxton seemed to ease up himself. Almost subconsciously, Melanie realized that he looked more handsome whenever he smiled, but the thought passed quickly. Braxton Wyatt was way out of her league and she was well aware of it. "What's it like to compete like that? I was never really good at flying, so Quidditch never became a thing for me." That, and her father thought it was a waste of time. She could be studying or sucking up to one of the other families instead. 

no words for you | @tbraxton | notes: nada.

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"How does it feel?" He repeated, raising an eye brow at her like he couldn't believe she was even asking him that. Thinking for a moment, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and smiled, "Tell you what, as a reward for kicking exam arse, I'll take you flying before we leave school. Meet you at the Quidditch Pitch and we can play a bit." His offer was kind of selfish, as he wanted at least one more day of flying before they set off for home himself.

of all the things

i hid from you, I cannot hide the shame

"That sounds awesome!" Melanie agreed, pushing a stray piece of hair out of her face as she spoke. Maybe she should've waited to send that letter to her father. Two decently successful conversations with prominent pure blood families in a week? He had to lighten up for at least a day or two over this. Part of her felt sick that her first reaction was to think of her father and how he would feel about every little thing, but it was survival instinct, pure and simple.

"I'll see you then. Good luck with the championship Braxton. I doubt you're going to need it." The time had gotten away from her and Melanie had already lost valuable study time. After the exams were over she could relax a little bit and be her happier self, something she was grateful for. With a small wave, she moved towards the door to exit the owlery, her brother's stupid bird all but forgotten..

all the words | BRAXTON THOMAS WYATT| notes: never

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