A Harry Potter/Throne of Glass/A Court of Thorns and Roses crossover

.9.

"You TOLD him!" Amren screamed angrily, storming up to Rhys. "What the HELL were you thinking?! What is WRONG with you?!"

"Told who what, Amren?" Rhys asked wearily. "You think I told who about what? Just hurry up and spit it out."

"You told Varian that I was – that I wanted to get rid of—" Amren spluttered, so angry that she was unable to get a whole sentence out. "When you know full well that I'm not – that I'm not ready for – not ready to have—"

"For your information, Amren, I was under the mistaken impression that Varian already knew everything," Rhys retorted.

"Why would Varian already know?" Amren mumbled under her breath, seemingly sounding honestly perplexed. For the first time that day Amren seemed truly wrong footed, truly taken aback.

Rhys sighed tiredly. He was growing tired and grumpy from all of the constant aggravations that had been hounding him all day long. First Harry and Malfoy, then Varian freaking out on him, and know this. It was the last thing he needed. Rhys felt like screaming his head off at the top of his lungs, or hiding in bed with the pillow over his head like a small child.

"Why would Varian already know?" Rhys mimicked Amren flawlessly. Then he shook his head, sighing heavily. "Maybe because you told me that he knew everything. You told me that he had actually agreed! Now I find out that you've lied to me. You've made me feel so stupid, so foolish. I can't believe that I actually believed you—"

"You're ranting, Rhys," Amren snapped as she rolled her eyes. "You're being overly dramatic."

"And you aren't dramatic, are you, Amren?" Nesta said snippily, making Amren jump in surprise. She hadn't noticed the crowd gathering in the corridor, drawn by the sound of the argument. Looking around, Amren noticed that at least twenty or thirty students and several staff members were gathered, whispering to each other furiously under their breaths.

"What the hell are you talking about, Nesta?" Amren retorted. "What do either of you know about what I'm going through anyway?"

"I know that you've been lying to us all for weeks now," Rhys retorted irately. "Though I don't understand why you would even want to lie to Varian about something like this when he so clearly adores you."

"I have my reasons," Amren said, full of her unusual brand of arrogant self-importance. "Reasons that I'm NOT about to share with YOU, Rhysand, certainly not after today!"

"You would really be so pig-headed, Amren?" Rhys grumbled acrimoniously. "Just because I believe that every child has the right to live, the right to even be born at all?"

"You know perfectly well that I am neither ready nor willing to be a mother," Amren hissed viciously. "And I would already have had the abortion today, like I'd planned if you hadn't sent Varian and Cresseida to interfere."

"What?" Tarquin said uncomprehendingly, looking back and forth between Amren and Rhys as though he was watching a tennis match. "Can someone just tell me what the hell is going on here? Rhys? Feyre?"

"What?" Feyre said as she wandered up.

"Do you what the hell is going on?" Tarquin moaned childishly. "Just tell me!"

"Afraid I can't do that, Tarquin," Feyre said. "Why? Because Amren told you not to? Because you're loyal to your friend and your court before all else?"

"Because I'm just as clueless as you are on this one," Feyre retorted.

Tarquin sighed impatiently. "Do you fancy grabbing some lunch while they're arguing? I get the impression that the fight will be going on for some time."