One Week Down {Callysra}

[Zaire Lestrange]

The first week of the new school year was finally over. It was the weekend and Zaire was extremely relieved. Even better, he had nothing else to do either; it was a rare occasion. The Dark Lord had no missions for him, grading papers had gone almost too fast, and Aramorta was preoccupied at home with her father. He stared blankly at the wall, humming and drumming his fingers against the surface of the desk before him absentmindedly. Pulling out of his thoughts with a shake of his head, he then leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs out under the desk and his arms over his head, with a small yawn. He needed to find something better to do than staring a hole in the stone wall of his office. Zaire pondered his options for a moment, before making a decision. The Hog's Head.

After taking one glance in the mirror, he also decided that he would change. The plain black robes were strictly for school hours and Death Eater missions; nothing more. They were far too boring, not him. Quickly as was possible, he changed into a pair of tight black pants, a black t-shirt and boots, before turning to the assortment of black robes, these all far from plain. Pulling out one adorned with black rhinestones and embroidered silver designs, he threw it on. Turning around, he opened a drawer and began rummaging through it, not anywhere near ready still. Once fully accesorized with fingerless leather gloves, a silver-chained necklace, and black stud earrings, he slammed the drawer back in. Zaire peered into the mirror once more, to fix an eyeliner smudge, and then finally exited the office.

Zaire took his time walking up to ground floor, across the castle to the entrance hall and out past the gates, where he could apparate the rest of the way to Hogsmeade Village. Batting away the black and blue smoke, or rather, batting at thin air, he hurried into the now much more popular pub ahead of a group. He wanted to get in first, otherwise he would be waiting forever. Zaire entered the Hog's Head and let the door swing shut behind him as he quickly made his way between tables to get to the last empty one in the corner. He shot a smirk at the group that had actually been coming before him, as they eyed him and his table with three extra stools with anger. They had nowhere to sit. He stood up and walked around the table. They looked as though they actually thought he was leaving, eyebrows raising. Zaire noisily dragged the three unused stools together, one all the way under the table. The group looked even more confused. He sat back down on the other side and then put his legs up on the three stools, slowly and carefully, as even sitting down normally wasn't the easiest in the skin-tight pants he had on. He heaved a deep breath, a slight pained expression on his face, but managed to pull a straight face again as Aberforth walked up. He ordered his drink, waited for Aberforth to bring it to him and then relaxed as much as he could. It wasn't long before he noticed the figure walking in his direction, out of the corner of his eye. Not seeing them clearly, he assumed they were just going by and did not look up, but continued to alternate between watching the amber liquid in the cup in his hands swirl around and around as he turned it in his fingers, and taking a sip from it.

[Callysra Amex Kerea]

Callysra was close to suffocating in the tight quarters of her classroom, reading over papers and organizing her desk that had become unorderly since the start of school. After surveying the room she let out a long sigh and pushed back her chair. After standing and dusting off her black knee-length skirt, she snatched her robe off the back of her chair and exited her room with a small, self satisfied smile.

She was on her way to the Hogs Head. When she'd decided that, she wasn't sure, but she knew that was her destination. After logging the classroom door, Callysra adjusted her blue corset then threw on her robe as she walked down the hallway quickly. Suddenly she was in a hurry.

As she made her way out of the school grounds she was already picturing a firewhisky in her mind. Burning. Numbing. Satisfying. Of course, she knew far better than to get herself drunk out of her mind without someone there to keep an eye on her, and of course there was always school to think about. Definetly couldn't come in to teach drunk, that'd be a bad influence on the children.
Snickering to herself, Callysra dissaparated in a puff of smoke and re-apparated inches from the door, nearly knocking over a dirty looking man in tattered robs. Wrinkling her nose from the smell coming off of him, Callysra quickly entered and went up to the counter to ask for a drink.

As Aberfroth busied himself getting her a firewhisky, Callysra surveyed the room, looking for a familiar face. Unfortunatley the only one that was familiar was not a pleasant one. Zaire. Disliking him for reasons that was beyond her, Callysra would rather not associate with him. However he was the father of Aaramorta's twins, who was her friend since her student years at Hogwarts. Callysra felt that she got enough of him and his tight pants between Death Eater meetings and missions, school meetings, being with Aaramorta, or seeing the Twins; Alyra and Onyxa.

After thanking Aberfroth Callysra quickly took a gulp of her firewhisky then made her way over to his table. She was in the mood to annoy him just then, and with a firewhisky in hand, she stopped an inch from his propped up legs and gave him a tight smile, then nudged them so they fell from the stools they were perched on. "Well if it isn't Z!" she exclaimed in fake surpise.

[Zaire Lestrange]

The amber liquid swished and splashed in the glass. Then it settled again as he stopped to lift it to his lips and take a drink. He spun the cup around his fingers again, pale blue eyes locked on its contents. About to bring the glass to his mouth again, he stopped as the figure he thought had just been walking by, stopped. Before he could even look up, his legs were given a hard nudge, forcing them off the stools as they were fairly relaxed.

Zaire tried but did not manage to hold back a groan. Taking in another deep breath, he shot a glare up at the red-haired woman. However, he did not immediately say anything, preoccupied with sitting up into a more comfortable position. Finally, he brought his narrowed icy blue eyes to meet her grey ones again. "Well, evening to you, too," he said coldly, rather unsure what else to say. He was quite confused as to what her problem was. He knew she had always disliked him, though he wasn't at all sure why, especially as they had never even said much to each other. "We're real mature, aren't we?" he mused. He played with the rim of his glass for a second before shooting another glance at her. "I would've thought you were your little slut of a daughter instead," he added, shaking his head. He said nothing else, waiting for her to do something. Was she just going to stand there?

[Callysra Amex Kerea]

At his discomfort Callysra smiled in amusement. "If you didn't wear pants that were three times too tight, you'd be able to move," she said in an innocent voice, snickering under her breath. She looked him over quickly, and had to hide laughter at his over-done outfit. Rhinestones? For godsake, he was wearing makeup and rhinestones! Shaking her head, Callysra leaned her thigh against the table then took another drink.

Seeing him look up at her she looked over her glass at him with raised brows. For a moment his words didn't register and she continued her drink, but once they had sunk in fury raced through her. Spitting out her mouthful of firewhisky, purposely on his leg, she gave him a dirty glare. "My slut of a daughter?" she demanded angrily. She didn't have too much of a come back, since she wasn't about to insult the twins and stoop as low as him.

Continuing to glare she spat back, "who's being immature now, tight pants?" Callysra set her firewhisky down on the table with a louder than needed bang and crossed her arms, her eyes burning right into his blue ones.

[Zaire Lestrange]

Zaire almost rolled his eyes, but just gave a small snort of forced laughter. He slowly looked up at her, tilting his head to the side a little, considering her. He looked her up and down once quickly, before meeting her eyes and smiling. "Oh, but my darling sister, your best friend, loves them...as do I. You're the only one seems to find a problem..." he trailed off, shrugging. He raised his glass again, taking a gulp.

The splatter of firewhiskey on his leg was almost not even registered. A smirk twisted his face and his eyes lit up at Callysra's response, and the tone of it. "Yes, your daughter. She's a slut. It's simply a fact," he said firmly. Pulling his rowan wand from an inside pocket of his robes, he tapped his leg and the wand siphoned the liquid out of the fabric, leaving his pants dry again. Returning his wand to his robes, he looked at Callysra.

A soft chuckled escaped his lips. "Not me. As I said, I'm just stating fact...no offense intended," he said with a taunting, innocent smile. Zaire reached for his glass. "You're the bitch who has held something against me since we met, for no reason, or at least, with no real fault of mine as far as I'm aware?" he said, somewhat in question. Perhaps she would clear that fact up, as what she was considering an insult to her daughter was the first even slightly rude thing he had said of her, ever. Pouring down the last of his drink, he pushed the cup aside and met her angry glare.

[Callysra Amex Kerea]

Shuddering slightly at the thought of Aaramorta and Zaire... and his tight pants, Callysra shrugged off the comment. "Oh I bet she does. Keeps you all tight and contained in there, until you move and rip a seam or something." She replied, laughing.

Bristling at his continuing insult, Callysra narrowed her eyes once more, "oh really? And tell me how she is a slut?" she demanded, then snorted at his newly dried pants.

Feeling anger racing through her veins, Callysra yanked out a stool from under the table and sat on it, never breaking her stare. "Oh yeah, of course. I'm just the bitch with a grudge," Callysra rolled her eyes in response and finished her firewhisky, giving herself time to think. "Sorry if I don't approve of you, but I think Ara could do a hell of a lot better than a flashy asshole with rhinestones and tight pants."

[Zaire Lestrange]

The smile remained on Zaire's face; he could tell she had been slightly thrown off by the comment. "Certainly," he said with a nod. He laughed. "Oh no, that's her job...those long nails come in handy, you know," his blue eyes sparkled with amusement.

Zaire sighed and laughed quietly. "Perhaps the way she dresses? You want to talk about tight, take a look at her," he said with a slight shrug.

His eyes didn't move from her face again, even as she moved, sitting down, his blue gaze followed her. "Are you denying it? What have I ever done to you before now?" he questioned. He laughed. "Oh really? And I repeat, what have I ever done to give you a bad impression of me? It's all because of the way I dress, or...do you have a real reason?" he tilted his head again in curiosity, waiting for an answer. Before she could give one, he broke in once more to add, "Have you ever told her this? Because she quite disagrees...in fact, I believe she made the first move..." he said in thought, the end more to himself as he tried to remember. "Who would you prefer, her father?"

[Callysra Amex Kerea]

Once more, Callysra ignored his comment, refusing to let her mind think of Ara and Zaire together... that was just.... too much to handle.

Raising one eyebrow Callysra put an elbow on the table and rested her chin in her palm, "the way Arroe dresses? In what, skirts? Oh I'm sure they're super tight." she replied with an amused voice.

Wishing she had more firewhisky Callysra took out her wand and flicked it, causing her glass to go flying over to the bar where Aberfroth was pouring a drink. He looked up and she gave him a nod, signaling she wanted another drink. Nodding back he took her glass and turned around. With that done Callysra turned her attention back to Zaire and made a disgusted face, "save the memories. And I don't have to have a reason not to like you," she replied coldly. At his last response she smiled, "actually I would pefer the Dark Lord."

[Zaire Lestrange]

Zaire gave a snort of laughter. "Well, I don't know, they may be on ocassion as well, but no, of course that was not what I was refering to," he said. "Rather, her tops, unless in your mind corsets have become loose-fitting clothing?" he cocked one eyebrow, though he could almost hear her response. It would be something about him being hypocritical, or that the twins dressed the same. "Besides, that's only one, very small reason...the better reason would be that, she's just like you, so I'm sure she's following in your footsteps there, too," he said flatly.

Still his gaze remained on her, watching as she ordered another drink. Waiting for Callysra to speak up again, he fingered the snake fang on the chain around his neck, turning it between his thumb and index finger, humming softly under his breath as he did. When Callysra turned back, he let his hand fall back onto the table and fell silent. "Of course you don't, people just usually do, no?...especially when they're supposed to be working on the same side," he responded. "Just another example of your immaturity, I suppose," he added. His expression suddenly turned hard and cold. "I'm sure you would, just like nearly everyone besides my mother...which, of course, is only for her own selfish reasons of being jealous of her daughter," he scowled. "I couldn't care less, though, seeing as she chose me over him, now didn't she?" he snapped. "Usually does anyhow," he added in a grumble under his breath, more to himself as he thought of her back at the Riddle Manor, 'working on plans' with her father. He clenched his fingers around his empty glass. It burst under the pressure. Zaire growled and flicked his wand, repairing it, before sending it flying back to Aberforth and giving the old man a nod.

[Callysra Amex Kerea]

Callysra found herself laughing at his despair to insult Arroe. "So you're calling your wife a slut?" she asked with an amused smile. "I'm sure Ara would appreciate that," she added with a shrug, imagining Aramorta's many corsets she wore. "And you fit the title too, you know, slut." Raising her eyesbrows further she leaned back in her chair, "so you're saying I'm a slut? Hmm, must be why Ara likes me I suppose."

Crossing one leg over the other, Callysra kept her eyebrows raised as she replied. "Well that never seemed to stop The Dark Lord from disliking anyone." Smiling at his sudden reaction, she could tell he disliked being the shadow of The Dark Lord. "Well we all know Lord Voldemort comes first to Aaramorta, before anyone," she said flatly, and it was the truth. "You're just Ara's little toy, her way to rebel against The Dark Lord, a way to live her own life while still being under his control. You're nothing more."

[Zaire Lestrange]

Zaire laughed and nodded at the question. "Everyone knows Ara's a slut, she takes after her mother as well," he said honestly. "And before you ask that too, yes, I'm calling my mother a slut also," he said. He shrugged. "Oh, she never seems to mind too much, I'm sure she's been called much worse...no, I know she has," he chuckled. He laughed again. "I never said I didn't," he said softly. Zaire laughed harder. "Oh no, Kerea, you'd be a whore. Takes more than sluttiness to go get yourself knocked up by some random stranger," he said, smiling.

Tilting his head a little in thought, he then shook it. "Unless you're speaking of his general hate of the entire world, I think I would have to disagree. I'm pretty sure even he had reasons for hating everyone he does, even if it's for the simple reason of...being Mudblood, or something along those lines," he shrugged. He gave an angry growl, nostrils flaring and eyes narrowing. "Of course he does, she would be dead if he didn't. He comes first, because he has to," he snarled. Yes, there were many more reasons than that; perhaps he was just trying to make himself feel better about it. "That's a lie!" he spat. Really, he knew that was true as well, but that didn't stop him from pretending it wasn't. Getting the urge to curse her, he was glad for the sudden distraction of Aberforth bringing their drinks. Zaire busied himself with his drink to avoid having to speak, or losing his temper on her.

[Callysra Amex Kerea]

Callysra rolled her eyes at his poor comeback and insulting of his own wife and mother. At his unsulting at her she bristled slightly, though she had been called worse by other people. "And I, like Ara, have had that and much worse said to me. You don't phase me one bit Zaire Lestrange, you can insult me all you want but I don't care because I'm glad I had Arroe and I'm glad there's no man in the picture."

"Oh sure, the simple reason of being a mudblood. So me disliking the fact you're married to my best friends should be more than enough of a reason," she replied with a short smile.

Snorting at his temper, Callysra gave him a taunting smile, "say I'm a liar all you want but you know it's true, and you hate it." Seeing Aberfroth set her drink in front of her she gave him a small smile then lifted her glass and took a long drink.

[Zaire Lestrange]

Sighing, Zaire shook his head slightly in disbelief of her words. "You sure don't look like you're completely unphased," he replied, raising one eyebrow. "Though, if your less phased by the comment than you appear, good. I've already said, the so called 'insults' to Arroe, and now to you as well, are not intended to be 'insults'. If you want to take them as insults and get all upset, that's your own fault in misunderstanding. Truly, I still have nothing against you, Kerea, and never have," he responded, shrugging.

"Are you disagreeing with that? With the Dark Lord?" he asked, cocking one eyebrow again. He laughed softly. "Now, that is a reason...except, that's a lie...you despised me, I think, the second you stepped into that train compartment with Ara and I back in 1992. Am I wrong?" he tilted his head in curiosity.

Clenching his jaw tight, he slammed his glass down on the table in anger. "Yes, I do know, and yes, I hate it. You have no idea how much I hate it. You know nothing, Kerea. You have despised me since you laid eyes on me, for no reason, treating me like shit, like I treat Ara like shit! You have no clue how wrong you are, what I've done for her, even as she betrayed me and turned to that abusive bastard instead...stay the fuck out of things you know nothing about," he growled, face nearing maroon in fury.

[Callysra Amex Kerea]

Callysra took a long drink from her firewhisky before replying. She could feel it starting to work, it was getting her riled up and she knew she needed to keep control of her temper. "Oh yeah I bet they're not insults. Calling me a whore and my daughter a slut. What are they then? Friendly facts?!" Callysra hadn't meant to end in a shout and she bit down on her lip to silence herself. It wasn't that she was angry or upset, she was just annoyed with his cockiness.

"Of course not," Callysra snappd back. Crossing her arms she gazed at Zaire over the table, "I did not despise you then, but shortly after you grew far more annoying than I can handle. Imagine how I felt when Ara married you, one of the few students I really couldn't stand."

Eyes widening slightly, Callysra considered his words and for a moment, just one moment, she could almost sympathize with him, and feel sorry for him. She knew that he treated Aramorta well, and he probably did deserve someone that put him first, but either way, Callysra still did not like him, and she didn't think that would change. I suppose I could be nicer though, Callysra's drunk mind thought. He is, afterall, Aramorta's husband, and that wont be changing anytime soon. Sighing Callysra picked up her drink and finished the rest of it then sent it flying back to Aberfroth, then shook her head when he raised his eyebrows in inquiry. She didn't need anymore.

"I suppose you do hate it," she said quietly, wondering why her tone had become slightly friendly. "And I probably don't know much about it, but what I do know is you could probably do better than Ara, and be with someone that cared a lot more about you, but you're not. And that at least, is something to your credit."

[Zaire Lestrange]

Blue eyes glued on his cup and the single finger running around and around the rim, lost in thoughts and the soft hum of his slightly long black nail against the glass, Zaire did not immediately answer, or even register the words. Snapping out of it, he looked back up into Callysra's eyes and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, friendly facts," he said sternly. "For the third time," he muttered in an undertone.

Furrowing his eyebrows, he took a large gulp of his drink. Setting it back down, he pushed the rest away, even though it was over half full. He rested his elbows on the table, folded his hands and rested his chin on his knuckles. He considered what she was saying for a second, before actually nodding. "True enough. After all, assuming we are talking about the same time...that was also the same shortly after we met that, that scarlet-eyed jackass stole the only thing I had. I guess you could say, he made both of us break, but in nearly opposite ways," he stared blankly at the wall. "An annoyance I undoubtedly was, perhaps that was even my intention at the time. Piss off anyone and everyone in return. Take my rising popularity amongst the house, by those who knew my name, and try to act cocky and conceited to make myself feel better," he suddenly fell silent, realizing he was rambling. There was slight buzz in the back of his brain, making him overly talkative. He snorted. "I imagine you would've liked to have Avada Kedavra'd my ass," he said in a colorless tone. "Or maybe Crucio...then the death wish came afterwards, when you found out it was because she was knocked up...there's another agreement you can make with the Dark Lord."

Looking anywhere but the grey eyes, Zaire did not at all notice Callysra's minor reaction. He let himself get lost in thought again for a second, until her voice brought him back to reality. He lifted his head and turned it so fast his neck cricked. "Oh, what, have you decided I'm not just a flashy asshole with rhinestones and tight pants, now? Did the sentimental bullshit sink in and now it's me who could do better, because I didn't turn into a heartless, backstabbing bitch?" he voice rose to a yell, earning them a few nasty looks from surrounding tables. "Believe me, I know now that I was dumbass for ever believing that she would change back to the Aramorta who saw me to be more than a fucking fuck buddy!" he said furiously, but in a whisper this time, so that only Callysra would hear.