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<div style="width:375px; border-left:1px dotted #000; border-right: 3px solid #aedaad;"><div style="width:350px; padding:10px; border-left:5px solid #5f9b5e; "><div style="width:350px; font-family:georgia; font-size:9px; line-height:.9; color:#000; text-align:justify; ">Gray felt alone in these halls, no matter who he knew and who gave him a smile. He felt alone, truly and completely alone. No one in this school knew what was happening with his family. No one knew that he walked around being ignored by his siblings because they too have abandoned him as a brother. Gray thought himself a failure at the current moment but no one would ever know. He put on a smile; everyone greeted him as a friend for the most part. He seemed like the regular, popular Slytherin boy. And so when he went off to visit some friends at Gryffindor to get his mind off of his parents but none of that was any good because his friends seemed all to be out. So he took a seat on the coaches and found it refreshing the colors of gold and maroon all around the walls. It was a breath of fresh air from the black walls with silver and electric, silky green covering the walls of the dungeons. Gray hated being in his house now a days, it seemed that they could smell out that he was rotten and that he was no longer considered the right kind of pureblood.
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Like he was a traitor… he could never believe that he would become one of those… one of those purebloods that would be out casted. He had a life before this summer. His parents had a dream for him to get married shortly after Hogwarts and he would be put into the ministry even though his grades were lacking in the area to be placed in. He was going to be given the red carpet treatment and now he was nothing… he was nothing and the only thing he had to be happy about was that he didn’t work tonight. This didn’t say much because his job was threatening too, he should be working since that was the only way he got money but he hated working and it was clear. He was always rude to customers and his grace as a waiter was terrible, he sucked at his job but it paid and even though the tips were few and he always had to deal with screaming children and people who knew his face he had to do it… but tonight he didn’t and he was happy he was off. It was the only thing going for him at the moment.
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That and looking off in the corner to see how wonderful his ex-girlfriend’s sister has grown up to be… she was gorgeous with her dark hair and her skinny but still curvy figure. She had turned delicious and from what he heard, a sexy little teases as she grew up. Very much different than the sister he dated and Gray couldn’t help but admit that he found it very appealing. Gray always was turned on and had a complete soft spot for those teases around this building. They always got him in trouble but hey, he had nothing going for him… why not have a little fun and hope for the best to formulate out of it. Gray quickly relocated himself to the seat next to her. He looked her up and down as he asked causally, <b>“Do you know where your sister is by chance? I’ve been looking for her but she always seems to run off the map of the school right when I need her.” </b>Was he really looking for her sister, well he was looking for friends not her in particular but anyone really and he found Hollis. Second best thing he supposed, they weren’t friends but she was a pretty piece of thing to watch. Gray looked at her concerned as he once again questioned, <b>“Why are you all alone up here anyway? Am I stopping you from doing your work?” </b>He knew that the later wasn’t a chance, from what rumors spread around Hollis never did work but Gray was a good liar and could come off oblivious. Girls like that, made them think that guys cared… bullshit it all was but whatever.


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Hollis usually did her coursework in the comfort of her dormitory. But since it was Hogsmeade weekend, she found it safe to work in the common room. She was falling behind after taking a few naps in some of her classes. It wasn’t too bad, though. She just wanted to get it over with. Despite her whole ‘I don’t give a fuck’ image, she actually really thrived to do well in her classes. Her parents didn’t really care one way or another, seeing as they had seven other kids to worry about, but it made Hollis feel better knowing she was doing well in something. But she wasn’t exactly known for her adequate grades. No, she was known for being reckless. An image she was glad to have. But that image got her in trouble at times. Specifically last year during a trip up to Norway to visit the wonderful Durmstrang Institute. While she hasn’t exactly been pure for a while, she definitely made a big mistake during that little trip. Sure, the professor was young, but he was still a professor and she was still barely fifteen. And all of it was still illegal. That little mishap is the only thing that Hollis has ever regretted. Which says a lot.<Br><br>

As she sat at the table, she noticed how many people leaving and coming into the common room. Apparently she wasn’t the only one who stayed behind. She also noticed when a Slytherin, Gray Wilkes, her sister’s ex, walked into the room. She looked up at him briefly before going back to her work. She was used to members of different houses coming into the common room. But she hadn’t seen him in a while. Not that she really cared. Hollis, being the youngest, never really took much interest in her sibling’s love lives. Sure, she knew about them and what was going on, but that was pretty much it. No one really told her anything, anyway. If she ever wanted to learn about something, she’d have to eavesdrop. She sort of felt a bit like an outcast her family. Like everyone had befriended each other. But at the end of the day, Hollis knew that they would always be there for her, no matter what. Close or not, they were family. <Br><Br>

She didn’t look up when she heard him move closer to her, but instead continued to scribble things down on parchment. However, when he spoke, she finally looked up. Did she know where her sister was? What kind of question was that? “<B>No. It’s a big castle though, I’m sure she’s here somewhere. Why don’t you go look?</b>” Hollis replied with a bit of irritation in her voice. She had talked to Gray maybe twice in her entire life. Was there a reason he was taking up interest? Or did he just want to be annoying? She went to start to write again, when he decided to ask her another question. She laid her quill down, folded her arms across the table, and looked at him. “<B>You just answered your own question, Wilkes,</b>” Hollis said in a monotone, completely uninterested. “<B>What are you doing up here anyway? I highly doubt you’re looking for my sister,</b>” Hollis asked matter-of-factly. It wasn’t that hard to find a Hughes in this castle. There was a reason he was up here. Maybe she could give him a reason to leave.



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His paycheck had not come in and so Gray was stuck without money and without any support. So instead of going with a group of people to Hogsmeade he hoped that someone else would stay behind like him and be together and have a friendly time together. He thought Hughes would be around but she was not, apparently she went to Hogsmeade. It would be a first time in a while that she went, he always remember her staying behind. Gray was hoping he could talk to her, she always got his mind off of his problems, even though she had no idea what those problems were. Gray never told anyone about his family and the new dilemmas he has been given this past year. He figured no one cared and if they did care, that meant that they were creeping on his ass. He didn’t need someone knowing too much of his business… at least, not yet.
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Gray debated telling her the truth or not, it would be easier to tell her a lie. For him, he always found it easier to tell someone a lie rather than the truth. The truth always left more questions but lying, people bought so much more easily. It was strange truth but it was… and he found it weird that he actually found him thinking about the answer. Normally he just told someone whatever came first but he actually wondered with this one. You see, everyone knew that Hollis was a different kind of person. She grew up too quickly and her family was one ball of fucking nuts and Gray always felt that the Hughes could understand his problems. They always so understood but this one, this one were different. She did not understand, she was cold, she was bitchy, she was sexy, and she was something that he didn’t want to go away just yet. So he didn’t know what to say… she was his only company… why not allow her to get into his head so he could get into hers? It would be easy right? Probably not but eh, he was willing to give it a shot. Even if she was two years younger and his ex-girlfriend’s little sister, he was bored and boredom took a lot of options away and made the ones around more interesting.
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<b>“I am just looking for company; take my mind off of school, family.” </b>He admitted with a slight shrug. And he was happy he chooses to tell her the truth, sure it was a very light hearted version of it but she would ask questions. After the questions, where she would pick his head he would have hers to pick. And if not, then he would have had been able to talk someone and just get lost for these few hours. He was just a lonely and if she rejected him because of that, she was more of a bitch than rumors give her for. <b>“And why aren’t you at Hogsmeade?”</b>




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Hollis could understand the need to get away from family. Being the youngest of eight, it was not exactly easy to go somewhere and not be acknowledged as (Enter name of Hughes sibling here)’s younger sister, or the more infamous title: Baby Hughes. As much as she loved her family, she hates how big it is. How easy it is to get lost in all of it. By the time she was born, two of her siblings were already in Hogwarts. That’s saying something. She gets along pretty well with most of her siblings, but the thing is – she doesn’t really know any of them. She knows them in the sense that they’re her siblings and she loves them. But if she were to be tortured about any deep, dark secrets her brothers and sisters possessed, she would literally have nothing to tell. Not that she could complain; if Hollis were to ever be in trouble, she could count on at least half of her siblings to come to her aid. It was just a bit disheartening, not actually knowing your own siblings (and their respective spawns) all that well. So, when Gray said that he was trying to escape thoughts about family, Hollis could sympathize completely. She wouldn’t tell him that, though. No, he might stay longer if she said anything.<br><Br>

The way he said it, though, made Hollis feel a pinch of pity for him. That took a lot – Hollis Hughes pitying someone. But he seemed to be doing it very well. While he didn’t say it sadly, he said it in a tone that made her feel semi bad for him. Hollis sighed, slouched, and reluctantly asked, “<B>What’s wrong?</b>” Thought he hadn’t indicated anything was actually wrong, Hollis wasn’t dumb. She could sense that there was something wrong. Whether or not she wanted to know, or really care was another question. She observed him, trying to read his face and expressions. She’d never admit it, but she noticed how cute he was. Handsome, really. Not overly attractive to the put of drooling, but attractive nonetheless in his own way. Hollis preferred his sort of beauty. Realizing what she was thinking, she unfolded her arms and leant back in her chair a bit too aggressively. She felt a sharp pain in her mid-back from the back of the chair and back colliding. She ignored it and waited for Gray to say something. Her arms were now laying next to her on either side, and her quill lay, forgotten and unimportant.<br><Br>

The common room was now empty apart from Gray and Hollis. This indicated that the carriages to Hogsmeade had probably left. Hollis shrugged, not really wanting to get into too deep of a conversation with Gray. “<B>Catching up on my school work, I suppose,</b>” She answered vaguely, motioning to the parchment and quill that lay in front of her on the table. It was the truth. She also desired to be alone, but apparently that wasn’t going to happen. “<B>Why’d you stay behind?</b>” She asked instinctively. Great, she was making the conversation go longer than she wanted it to. She folded her arms again, trying to appear as disinterested as possible. Staring at him, she realized how easy it was to get into other people’s houses. He, a Slytherin, had made his way into the Gryffindor common room. The Fat Lady usually let most people in if they had the password, but most of them time, she was reluctant to let Slytherin’s in. Hollis had been the other house’s common rooms as well, as they were a lot easier to get into. Well, excluding Ravenclaw. You genuinely needed to think a certain way or actually needed a Ravenclaw with you to get into that one. And people say that there’s still house hate. Hollis and Gray talking would be a perfect picture to prove that wrong. Then again, Hollis would rather do anything than talk to Gray, but… shhhhh.




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Somewhere that would have prepared him for this moment when his parents gave their back to him. He should have been placed somewhere that prepared him to be ready for that simple question and having the ability to be able to own to what his parents did and still hold his head up high. He didn’t have the ability to open his mouth or his mind to want to say anything to her. But the tone she used changed, she seemed actually concerned. He didn’t know what he would lose if he told her but he didn’t know what he’d gain either. It was just a standstill and he went quiet and just looked at her. He looked at her and judged if it would be wise for anything, he knew it was probably obvious because of the amount of silence that transferred during that time.
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“I’m not a Follower,”</b> he said thinking that it would be the easiest way to explain it in a roundabout way to explain his family problem. It was a basic way to explain that he’s family is tearing him part by part to pieces without fully giving up his whole life story up. She didn’t deserve that explanation… no she wouldn’t deserve it unless she grew that close to him and that would take a long time or she would have to be that good with easing him into comfort to get him to explain that he was now labeled a pureblood traitor. That he was worth nothing, that he was poor, that he was hanging by a thread and that thread was his for shit job in Hogsmeade.
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That job that he constantly fucks up at and his only saving grace was his face and that the people he worked for knew that he needed this job. He said that he had no money and he was a traitor, it was only his boss who knew and that was it. And Gray didn’t even tell him the whole story. He just said he lost his allowance which meant that he was cut off as a Wilkes, which meant he was disowned… which means he was a traitor. At least when Gray hears that from another pureblood that is what it normally means and saying those words are said by so few people that it meant so much more than saying the story itself. It showed that you didn’t want to talk about it, that it was a shame, that you didn’t accept it… that you hope for them to change their mind. And that was what Gray was hoping for even though he knew that it was rare that it was.
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“…and that’s important to them.” </b>Gray finished with a slight shake of his head. He didn’t sound sad, he just said the facts. It was true, his parents wanted him to be a Follower and that is when they would give him back. But he wouldn’t… he didn’t believe in it. Gray couldn’t go against his morals… they taught him that and they disown him because of that. More irony… <b>“I’m sorry I’m distracting you…” </b>Gray said more under his breath as she seemed frustrated that he was here. All he needed was her to tell him to leave and he would, Gray didn’t stay where he wasn’t wanted. His parents showed him that its better for him to leave than try and stick around when those instances come around. And then she asked him a question even though it seemed she wanted him away. <b>“I work at the Three Broomsticks. Today’s my day off, I really don’t want to go visit.” </b>He said with a laugh. Gray promised himself that he would keep that a secret but what could one fifteen year old Gryffindor do to hurt him?




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