Swirlie Time Lil Bro pv

Percival pushed the door open with his shoulder while balancing a small pile of books in his arms. The smell inside hit him immediately, and his nose wrinkled in response. “Ugh...” he muttered under his breath, but he stepped inside anyway. This was the closest lavatory between his classroom and the Common room, so he didn't have much of a choice.

He needed the quick stop.

A few of the sinks along the wall were dripping, and the pipes made a hollow groan somewhere behind the walls. He set his books down on the sink beside one of the mirrors, before he ran a hand through his hair and exhaled. “I should really get a bag again,” he said to himself, still annoyed that he had lost his satchel during his first week at Hogwarts. Now, he was doomed to carry his books around all day.

When he looked up again, however, his reflection wasn’t the only one staring back at him. There was someone else in the room with him whom he hadn't noticed coming in.

Percival froze for a second, his eyes shifting toward the end of the row where an older boy stood near the last stall. He didn’t recognize him, but he could tell right away that he wasn’t just there to wash his hands. There was just something about him that spelled trouble.

“Oh,” Percival said, trying to sound casual, “Didn’t realize someone was in here.” He reached for one of his books, half-preparing to leave already. “I’ll, uh, just be a second.”

@Vladislav Liam Gunther

Vladislav grinned, walking with an increased speed in his stride just to approach the poor widdwe firstie. "I don't care," He said a bit abruptly with a good ol' southern accent that came across quite syrupy and sticky. "It doesn't matter if you have to use the toilets," He grabbed Percival's arm and dragged him roughly.

Admittedly, he felt like even doing so was wasting his breath, using more energy than he could potentially have. But no matter.

He opened the stall door and with his other hand, he grabbed his chin and turned it roughly towards him, just to look him in the face. "Do you know what a swirlie is?" He asked menacingly, his teeth glistening like the blades to a sharp dagger, his eyes showed no remorse. He gave him a few seconds to answer, holding his arm tight.

No matter the answer, he jerked Percival forwards and kicked the back of his knees forward to force him on his knees. He grabbed his head and shoved him into the toilet water. "Don't make me use my spells on you." He said threateningly, holding the first year under for a few seconds, before letting up on him but that wouldn't end it for him. He stood on the back of Percival's legs to keep him down.

"Don't think we're over. Say what you want to say, but we're not done." He growled softly with every word. Again, he shoved the head back into the water but held him under longer than he previously did.

Percival froze when the older boy started walking toward him. The grin, the tone... none of it sounded right, and his stomach dropped before Vladislav even reached him. He tried to take a small step back, but before he could move another inch, a rough hand clamped grabbed arm and yanked him forward. The books he had left on the sink toppled over, but Percival didn't even hear them fall anymore.

“H-Hey, I didn’t—” His words caught halfway when the boy spun him around and forced him toward the back of the room. The stall door slammed open, and Percival’s pulse jumped so fast it was hard to breathe.

He had never been this close to someone like this before. Vladislav’s grip was too strong to break, and the look in his eyes made it clear that this wasn’t some kind of joke. When he felt the older boy’s fingers tilt his chin up, Percival’s throat tightened.

“Do you know what a swirlie is?”

He blinked, heart hammering, and tried to shake his head. “I... I don’t—” But the words barely left his mouth before his knees were kicked out from under him, and his balance vanished. He hit the ground hard, and the next thing he knew, a hard shove sent his face down into the toilet.

His mind went blank as soon as his face hit the water, and all he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat and the muffled slosh of water around his ears. He tried to push up, but the pressure on the back of his head kept him down. Panic immediately set in as his lungs screamed for air. When he was finally yanked back out, he gasped for air and coughed between his broken breaths.

He barely had time to look up before the boy’s weight pressed down on his legs, holding him there. Percival tried to twist his shoulder and pull free, but it was no use. The hand came down again, shoving his face back into the water. This time it lasted longer, and the cold burned against his skin, while his lungs begged, and everything inside him felt like it was closing in.

When he was pulled up again, his hair clung to his forehead, and his voice came out cracked and shaking. “S-stop... please!” He coughed, choking a little on the water that had found its way into his mouth. His hands trembled against the seat as he tried to brace himself. “I didn’t do anything. Please, just stop!”

@Vladislav Liam Gunther