CHAPTER SIX
FRIEND OR FOEMAYBE AUGUSTINE DESERVED TO BE OVERSHADOWED. He was never comfortable in the spotlight anyway. Maybe he deserved it because of all the so called terrible things he's done. Maybe having a brother so pure and clean was his punishment.
Because having Vincent at Hogwarts was as bad as Augustine imagined it to be. The overwhelming feeling of jealousy rippled through him almost every second of the next week.
For starters, Vincent had joined them on their first practice on the Quidditch pitch, and what did he do? He had to show off his quidditch skills.
Bunny had grinned so hard and wide as Vincent flew around, Augustine thought his face would split in half.
He wasn't even speaking to Bunny and all he wanted to do was drag him off to the least occupied area and stab him — because then it would be his. That murder would be his and Vincent wouldn't be able to take that away from him.
He slumped into the Slytherin seating as he watched the team fawn over his brother. Crossing his arms, he gritted his teeth. He'd slid away, knowing that no one would really miss him if he was gone.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.
"If you keep frowning your face will stay like that for life,"
"Fuck off Bunny," he replied upon hearing Bunny's voice float behind him. Frowning now out of spite, he hunched over himself, resting his jaw in his hands.
He didn't bother looking to him once he sat down besides him.
"You can kill me later I don't care," Bunny began, cutting his hand through the air dismissively. It just made Augustine angrier knowing that Bunny didn't take him seriously enough.
He'll show him.
"Why are you sulking for?"
"I'm not sulking." Augustine snapped back.
"Well sitting up here pouting looks pretty much like you're sulking to me." Bunny said grinning stupidly.
He shifted in his seat uncomfortably, "shut up. I'm not speaking to you," it was childish, really. Maybe he should just stop this, pretend to be Bunny's friend again, and then kill him when he least expects it.
a knife to the throat, just like how he felt when he heard from Tom how Bunny truly felt.
"Whatever I did, I'm sorry." Bunny said looking down at his hands. Augustine's eyes drifted to them; red and purple splotches littered his knuckles.
"Is it because I said your haircut was pretty shit? Because I'll say it looks great if you really want me to." He added quickly, turning his head to watch Vincent practice a loop de loop.
Augustine shifted to also look to his brother. He seemed happy being the spotlight.
It only made him feel angrier.
"It's not because of my hair Bunny," he said coldly, crossing his arms over his chest in favour of slouching backwards instead of forwards.
Bunny slouched too, he wasn't getting that Augustine wanted to be alone.
"Then what is it about? You have to tell me, I want to make it right,"
Oh Bunny, he thought miserably.
"I need to go," Augustine suddenly got up, feeling his eyes start to itch with the overwhelming feeling of needing to hug Bunny, and let the boy smooth down his hair, let him hold him, suffocating him until there's no air left in him.
"Wait!"
But Augustine didn't listen, he bolted his way out of the stands and out of the pitch as quickly as he could.
....
He had found himself in the library somehow. It was as if his feet had done it all for him, no need for his brain to direct them as it continued to think about Bunny, mixed with the anger he felt towards his brother.
He breathed heavily as he slouched into one of the seats at the far end of the library. Pulling a hand down his face in frustration, he looked around; students were starting the new year by actually getting work done, for Augustine that should have been his top priority, however with the arrival of his brother, it had completely vanished from his mind.
He hadn't even noticed the chair besides him being pulled out, a person sliding in, before the speaker finally spoke, causing Augustine to jump startled, "school always makes me feel like that."
He looked up from his hand to see Ivan Drozdov sitting besides him. Which was strange, seeing as Ivan barely cared for Augustine. All he cared about was annoying Sai, or talking to Juno about Quidditch. He never really spoke to Augustine that much, always giving him glares or ignoring him whenever he came to speak to Juno.
"It's not school that's making me like this," he actually enjoyed school, he enjoyed the routine mostly. He didn't know what he'd do after next year, he didn't want to think about it.
"Oh," Ivan nodded softly, before taking out a quill and scribbling down on his empty parchment. "Want to talk about it?"
Augustine raised a brow in surprise, "why? You normally just ignore me."
Ivan shrugged, eyes avoiding his, "maybe one of my new year resolutions was to make an effort with you,"
Augustine's eyebrows furrowed, well that was odd. "My brothers at Hogwarts on that trip with the other schools, everyone loves him." He wouldn't tell Ivan about Bunny, he didn't feel like Ivan would've been that interested in his love life.
"Well yeah, he's pretty cool." Ivan replied, Augustine had forgotten that Vincent stayed most of the days with the Gryffindors, whilst Slytherin had the pleasure of having Durmstrang.
"He is," Augustine agreed sadly.
Ivan shrugged, "but that doesn't matter does it? Him being cool."
Augustine raised his head to look at him confused, "people like him, but he feels like a cheap knock off of you, ask anyone they'll agree," Ivan continued.
Well that wasn't something Augustine thought would happen. "What?"
"Yeah, everyone thinks you're mysterious and cool, didn't you know?"
He shook his head and started to grin, "really?" He didn't exactly think anyone liked him, but then he thought of Olive in Hufflepuff, if she liked him, well maybe Ivan was telling the truth. Maybe he was more liked than he originally thought.
an/ Augustine getting a confidence boost as he should
bc this fic is more abt the rise of the death eaters more than anything I was thinking of rewriting it for ao3???
Like with only minor things I think ??? August would probably be at Hogwarts earlier maybe along with his gf not dying ofc bc he wouldn't be a Beauxbatons.... I might need help replotting it whoops
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