Hidden Talent

Chapter: 29

"Is this really what the Muggle world is like?!" Draco cried out in horror as he watched his character get repeatedly shot by police.

'WASTED'

"Hahahaha! Noob!" Jack cackled at the blonds expense while he controlled his own GTA avatar to break-in to the Military base by using the side of a mountain as a ramp for his car.

"I hope not" Cedric answered the Slytherin, not taking his eyes off his own screen as he to carefully guide his character across a motorway only for it to be immediately run down "Bloody Hell!"

"If it is, it totally justifies my hatred of th- Fuck!" Draco cursed before elbowing Jack roughly "Stop blowing me up!"

"I'm in a TANK, bitches! I don't have to do anything I don't wanna!"

"It kind of makes me feel sorrier for them than anything" Cedric grimaced as he narrowly avoided getting blown-up by Jack before scolding at the Goth "Why do I get stars when you try to kill me?!"

"Because I'm a Pro and you're a Noob!" Jack grinned sweetly up at the Hufflepuff before turning back to his screen "But no. This isn't accurate to Muggle life... well, not completely. For 'normal' people it's not normally this dangerous"

"Just to be safe I'm never leaving the Wizarding world" Draco declared before dropping his confusing controller onto the coffee table, officially giving up on the terrifying Muggle game. At least now Spicer wouldn't whine at him for not trying it, and not to mention he'd learned something playing it; while Muggles' may not be as helpless as he'd previously assumed, they were definitely more savage. Utter barbarians.

"Damn it, Jack!" Cedric yelled before dropping his own controller and pushing his boyfriend off the couch.

"Hay!" Jack pouted from the floor as the distraction had given the games A.I. a chance to blow his Tank up by air-strike.

"There you boys are!" a stern voice suddenly interrupted them, startling all three of them. Looking over the back of the couch they spotted a very annoyed looking head maid standing by the door, glaring at them.

"Hey, Dora" Jack waved at the elderly maid nervously.

"Master Spicer" Dora nodded at the Goth with a harsh stare "I should have known you would sneak off to the entertainment room, but I didn't expect you to corrupt these two fine Pure-Bloods with your Muggle nonsense."

"It's not nonsense! It's wanton destruction!"

"Your Mothers are looking for you three" Dora interrupted him before he could launch into one of his 'evil' rants.

"Oh..." he muttered, his face draining of any colouring in realisation along with the other two teens. They'd completely forgotten about the party "What time is it...?"

"Nearly midnight, Master Spicer"

"Crap!" they swore, leaping into action collecting their shoes, jackets, and ties that they had discarded while playing.

"Exactly" Dora snorted before leaving to let her Mistress know that she'd found her son. She wouldn't be blamed if they didn't make it back to the Ballroom in time for the midnight firework show.

Chase Young was not impressed. He'd spent months tracking down his Spicer and even infiltrated the ridiculous mortal school just to claim the Goth, and after all of that what did the worm do? He ran off the very next day!

Don't get him wrong. He knew it was only for the rest of the Winter Holiday, but it still frustrated the War Lord.

"Ah, Mr. Young!" Dumbledore greeted the immortal cheerfully as he entered the Great Hall just in time for breakfast. Chase had to reluctantly admit that he'd been impressed with how quickly the mortals had been able to revert the Hall back to what he assumed was its normal state after the Ball. It had barely taken them a single day to rid it of all the garish decorations "I hope your accommodations are agreeable"