𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙵𝙸𝚃: Reducio A pair of black and grey plaid pajama bottoms.

▪ 𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚈 ▪ ▪ FELIX ▪ KOLBECK ▪ ▪ DURMSTRANG iNPC ▪ FIFTH YEAR ▪

𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂: Reducio @Serena Towers as Arjan Oberoi Mentioning:l

"Valentin, your own Quidditch team's seeker? Ring any bells up there?" Felix wanted to take Arjan's shoulders and shake him, maybe that would put a gear or two back in place up there. His lapse in memory seemed more deliberate than anything, was the older boy jealous of the Quidditch star? It wouldn't surprise him, Valentin had more personality in his big toe, and Arjan's hairstyle might have been big but it wasn't hiding anything. "Uh huh, just like I'm sure you forgot about him. Jealousy isn't a good look for you, Mirror-Mane, and some of us prefer functional muscles over being a walking advertisement for protein shakes." Despite his jabs Felix was staring down at that bicep. Stupid hot Arjan.

One would think Felix's eyes would roll right out of his head, given how many times he had done it that night. "Merlin," he scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 'Just kill me now, I can't take anymore of this guy.' "More like self-appointed savior with an ego the size of Mount Everest. Try not to break your arm patting yourself on the back."

He was right, he was right there. When would this torment end?! What had he done to deserve this other than being a giant asshole now and then?! There was no denying the man's ability to push his buttons was infuriatingly effective. "And I said; you-fucking-wish." It might have been more of a blow if Felix's face hadn't been so flushed. He took the bottle to down even more fire whiskey, apparently he needed it to be able to deal with Arjan.

WHY WAS ARJAN TOUCHING HIS LEGS WITH HIS BUBBLE BUTT? Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck... Felix's mind was racing in confusion and horror, his blush burning up to his ears that this point. Why was Arjan so oblivious to his personal space? He had to be doing this on purpose, right? He didn't know whether to tug his foot free to just leave it there. "Get your ass off me--" Which would be worse? Arjan would probably say he was too shy or some shit if he tugged it away, but if he left it he might say he was enjoying it too much. Dammit, why did bad things always happen to good people?

"And I bet you've forgotten each of their names too. Have you ever dated or even kissed someone you've cared about before?" Besides your own reflection, Felix wanted to add, but managed to control himself. His words were slurring a bit, tipsy from the Fire Whiskey, "I kind of feel sorry for you if you haven't." It was nice, like melting into your partner. Kissing George had made him feel human, though sometimes he kissed him to make him shut up. He had kissed plenty of people, some so he could forget his kiss with Arjan, and yet he still managed to remember their names. There was that one Jack guy who George was friend's with, Santario, George, Lavina, the ex-who-shall-not-be-named, erm, Blondie, uh... Brick Lips... What was his name again? Fuck--...

It was definitely the alcohol, there was no way he had something in common with Arjan out of all people. Speaking of, he passed the bottle back to him. "Meh." The Swede shrugged as he slouched down further onto his bed, "You get turned down by some chick or did the school plot against you too?" Felix wasn't about to give in, he had shared a vulnerable part of himself to Arjan, so now he had to do the same or the Swede would replay this interaction over and over again, horrified at what he revealed.

Roleplaying as Durmstrang iNPC Arjan Oberoi

A R J A N- T O W E R S - O B E R O I

Stamina: 15 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 24 | Wisdom: 5 | AP: 8 | Accuracy: 13
Abilities: Obnoxiously Strong | The Martial Artist | Spell Spread | Charmer

"Yeah, yeah, scrawny loser, got it," Arjan repeated, not quite able to picture the guy but he could not think of any muscular seekers. He laughed quite heartily at the hilarious joke that the white-haired weirdo made. "Firstly, the protein shake companies would be lucky to have me advertising their products," He responded with full confidence. He had no doubt that those products would sell ridiculously well if people thought they could get his muscles or even emulate him in any sort of way. It would be better than a celebrity endorsement, "Secondly, we both know these are functional," He added as he pointed to his flexed bicep. If Felix needed that proved, Arjan would bench him right now.

Arjan smirked at the other guy, still leaning over him at this point before responding, "Don't worry, I'm pretty flexible," He was excellent at patting himself on the back, after all. He did it pretty much every hour without fail, probably more than that. Probably every moment that he was awake, really.

He shrugged, "Sure, I care about most of them," He responded. He did. At least, in that moment, care about getting with them. That counted, right? Besides, what more did he need? It was hard to miss out on something when you had never really known it. He had never had actual feelings for someone, enough to want to spend months with them. Did he bother to remember any of their names? Uh, probably not. There were too many for that. Was he really meant to have a list? He sort of remembered their face and uh, probably had a nickname for them that he would remember about them - whatever they were memorable for. There was a reason he called Felix 'four' for a while. It was because that was the only thing he remembered about the guy.

The older boy stayed quiet for a few moments, pondering the question. He was not really one for pondering but the alcohol was starting to merge with his sleepiness and it was affecting his judgement, "Firstly," He started, again with the counting, "No one has ever turned me down," Man, why was he so perfect? How did he manage to get anyone he wanted? Arjan truly was the most amazing, "And secondly, I suppose the latter. Fuckin' half-breeded shits," He murmured bitterly, still frustrated by the whole thing.

Arjan took another sip, slightly larger than his previous ones, clearly trying to forget the whole thing. Unfortunately, the more he drank, the more he seemed to be getting affected by the alcohol. "Some fuckin' monsters tried to kill me for being a pureblood. Jealous bastards," He explained, with another shrug, repeating the same lie that he had told before.

𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙵𝙸𝚃: Reducio A pair of black and grey plaid pajama bottoms.

▪ 𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚈 ▪ ▪ FELIX ▪ KOLBECK ▪ ▪ DURMSTRANG iNPC ▪ FIFTH YEAR ▪

𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂: Reducio @Serena Towers as Arjan Oberoi Mentioning:l

"Right." Felix almost rolled his eyes again, but they were actually starting to hurt a bit, "That has to be-..." He stared down at the bulky bicep and stumbled over his words. What was he hiding in there?! It was like a mountain of muscle. "J-Just for show--..." He cleared his throat and quickly looked away with his arms crossed.

"WHY WOULD I CARE HOW FLEXIBLE--" His hand shot out to try and push Arjan further away from him, as if that would discourage him from his relentless teasing. "I'M NOT OFF AT THE SHOPS BUYING A WAND." The real magical kind, get your mind out of the gutter.

"I find that extremely hard to believe, because I would reject you and there has got to be a girl out there who dislikes you as much as I do." Right, because Felix definitely had been in the position to reject Arjan before. "I just don't understand how you can go from person to person never forming a deeper connection. Sounds pretty lonely to me. I guess it's just that I prefer having someone I care about nearby. It feels... I dunno, like the world kind of sucks less?" Why the hell was he telling him this? Obviously the alcohol was getting to him, it wasn't like he wanted to understand Arjan better or anything, ugh.

Felix really shouldn't have taken a big swig before Arjan spoke, because he almost did a spit-take hearing Arjan's comment about half-breeds. He was forced to swallow the burning liquid, but at least it had stopped him from mentioning Arjan's sister, lest he get beaten to a pulp before morning came. "They can't control that." He suddenly found himself quoting George Henry, although he was getting the words a bit jumbled in his now intoxicated state, "Who their parents are, I mean. That's what George used to say. Idiot was aaaaall about har...harmony. He's got tons of half-breed friends." Felix wave a hand around to exaggerate his point.

"But they can control being a fucking asshole. Like stomping their big ass half-giant feet around..." He was thinking of that half-giant that had broken his friend's leg, or least the story went like that, he hadn't been there, and half-giants were really the only half-breeds Felix had formed an opinion on, which wasn't saying much considering the Swede hated most people instantly. "Their asses are bigger than yours." A pause before he realized his mistake, "Fuck, I meant to say they're bigger assholes than you."

"They hate purebloods at Hogwarts." No they didn't, but he was bitter enough to believe it. "Are you sure it's not because you're insufferable?" As much as Felix had no filter to begin with, given a few drinks the any remnants of a filter had been long since forgotten. "Though tonight you're actually somewhat... Tolerable." Did those words actually leave his lips? Dear Merlin, it was the alcohol, wasn't it? Obviously he had to stop drinking the stuff.

What were they talking about again? Oh yeah-- He suddenly shot up into a seated position, his eyes flickering around the room before leaning in closer so he could whisper, "Wait, are you saying that someone actually managed to kick your ass?" He paused to stare at his stupid face. Why the fuck was Arjan still so flawless this close up? Where were the man's PORES?? Focus, Felix. "... Half-giants?" I mean they had to be given how strong the guy was.

Roleplaying as Durmstrang iNPC Arjan Oberoi

A R J A N- T O W E R S - O B E R O I

Stamina: 15 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 24 | Wisdom: 5 | AP: 8 | Accuracy: 13
Abilities: Obnoxiously Strong | The Martial Artist | Spell Spread | Charmer

If nothing else, this boy really did amuse Arjan. Perhaps it was worth waking up for.

With a quirk of his eyebrow, he could not help but smirk as he heard the other boy boldly claim that Arjan would be rejected. With zero hesitation, he grasped the other's jaw in his firm hands and leaned close to him. Too close. Definitely invading any personal boundaries that the other had, "Oh really?" He whispered softly, dropping his gaze to the other's lip, "You're not remotely flustered, right?" Arjan gently brush a finger from his other hand over Felix's forehead, pushing back some hair as he tilted the boy's jaw in line with his own.

He leaned past his cheek, whispering into his ear instead, "You're telling me that if I kindly offered to help you forget to think for a few minutes and teach you how to kiss, right here, right now, you would say no?" Arjan pulled away, moving back further than he had been before to show him that he was not offering. On his face, there was a large smirk as he watched the other's face for a reaction. If Felix wasn't flustered, then Arjan would have to change his name!

Arjan did not bother commenting on the connection thing. The truth was, none of them seemed to be worth his time. He was the pillar of perfection, how could someone else even compare to him?! They would just feel bad, inevitably. They would feel they weren't good enough for him and the relationship would quickly be doomed. It was not worth the hassle. It was easier to just break their heart before they got too attached.

His jaw clenched together for a moment. It was such a short amount of time that Felix may not have even noticed but if he did, he'd see Arjan grit his teeth for a second after he said that people couldn't control who their parents were. That wasn't the issue. The issue was that they were inferior monsters who thought they were so great but weren't. If anything, Arjan understood not being able to control your parents... Though that was something he was struggling to process himself.

"Why would I look at the fuckin' giant's arse?" Arjan asked, "And you really need to stop checking out mine if you want me to believe you'd 'reject' me," He continued, adding a little wink there.

Arjan continued though, getting more talkative as he started to get outraged at how ridiculous the whole situation was. Of course, he repeated the same story that he had told Slava and the others on the day. This was his version of what had happened, "I literally did nothing. I was talking to the adopted midget bitch about our parents, who were struggling with something. She got mad and started attacking me, lost her shit out of jealousy. I held her back and accidentally hit her once in that, although she was throwing spells at me left, right and centre, screaming about how she didn't care about the family or something. Then the pale-ass bastard and the giant asshole just came out of nowhere and started to claw and try to hold me down," Did they both hate the part-giant? This might be one of the only things they had in common. The best way to tell a lie was to use the truth. Most of what he said was true. He had only hit Serena once - she had evaded every other attack. Howard and Hugh had literally come out of nowhere and started attacking him before he could even reason with them. It was literally three vs. one. In fact, at some point, it was like five vs. one but the others weren't half-breeds so they didn't need a mention in the story.

He rolled his eyes, "No. They tried to kick my arse but it took three of them to even hit me once?! Apparently none of them are strong enough to fight fairly," He shrugged, "Still, I didn't want to hurt the fuckin' midget. I considered her my sister, despite her shit and I figured hurting her friends - even if they are monsters - would only hurt her, so I wasn't fighting them seriously," He continued, not wanting to accept that he got beaten up by them. He was not going to call himself a victim but if the newspaper wanted to, that was fine. He didn't care, they were simply savages - he deserved much better.

𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙵𝙸𝚃: Reducio A pair of black and grey plaid pajama bottoms.

▪ 𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚈 ▪ ▪ FELIX ▪ KOLBECK ▪ ▪ DURMSTRANG iNPC ▪ FIFTH YEAR ▪

𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂: Reducio @Serena Towers as Arjan Oberoi Mentioning:l

"What are you--" Felix's first reaction to being grabbed by the boy was to flinch backwards, but as those chiseled features came closer his brain screamed at his body to push the wall of muscles off of him, but instead all Felix did was freeze in place. He FROZE and he felt his face burning, like some absolute rookie LOSER. His face always betrayed him when someone else made the first move.

He could have done a million things, could have punched him, could have screamed at him to back off, could have grabbed his wand and hexed him, could have pulled him in and kisse-- no, not that--. All he could think about was how it had been months since his breakup with George and how warm Arjan felt when he was this close to him, but he was deprived of that warmth all at once as Narcissus Jr. pulled away from him.

Why did Arjan's proximity have this effect on him? He tried to muster a response, any response, "I--..." He swallowed hard, willing himself to say something, to say ANYTHING, before the silence went on for far too long. He grabbed his pillow and chucked it at Arjan's face as he finally blurted out, "I don't need you to teach me how to kiss. You were my first fucking kiss, no one's first kiss is GOOD." ANYTHING BUT THAT. GOD DAMMIT, why the hell had he said that?! "And you don't even know how to kiss properly; you bit me." He pointed out in a desperate attempt to distract Arjan from his confession. His head was fuzzy and he had switched from saying nothing to saying too damn much. "I prefer my kissing partners to have an IQ higher than their shoe size."

"If you want me to stop staring at your ass, stop shoving it against my leg," He scowled. Merlin, he must have been drunk out of his mind to consider the guy tolerable for even one minute. He'd blame it on the alcohol tomorrow.

"Wait--" Arjan wasn't talking about Serena, was he? Adopted? He guessed it would explain why she was a half-breed and Arjan definitely didn't seem like he was a half-goblin. Serena was dainty and cute with her long fingers and pointy ears, and Arjan looked like a brick wall that had decided to start walking and talking. "That doesn't sound like Serena..." There's no way she suddenly started attacking Arjan. I mean, if she did who could blame her? The guy was annoying, but he couldn't see Serena getting violent.

"Uh huh." The more Arjan spoke, the clearer the image was to Felix, not that he was going to dare to anger the guy more. He was already riled up enough just talking about it, but there was something about seeing Mr. Prefect get so... Worked up that was... Satisfying. No matter how hard the Swede had tried he had never broken through that shell. "Pale-ass bastard?" Claws? What kind of creatures did they have at Hogwarts, "Wait, half-giant... What the fuck. Are you sure these bastards aren't brain washing your sister or something?" What if Serena were in trouble?! "I mean, she's got to live with them 24/7. Imagine what they must be telling her... That's it's okay literal giants are stomping around the halls there. George was brainwashed too. I swear they put something in their fucking food."

"Giants never fight fair, Arjan. That's why you have to use magic. Strength and size are one thing, but there's no escaping the accuracy of a well placed Incendio." He wasn't certain how much of his story he actually believed, but in drunk Felix's mind he could just picture poor Serena surrounded by three big giants who were swinging bats at Muscle Brain. He sighed and leaned up against the wall next to Arjan, his eyes were starting to grow heavy again, but he fought against the lull of sleep. "See this is what happens when you care about people at Hogwarts." He mumbled, maybe Serena could transfer to Durmstrang.

Roleplaying as Durmstrang iNPC Arjan Oberoi

A R J A N- T O W E R S - O B E R O I

Stamina: 15 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 24 | Wisdom: 5 | AP: 8 | Accuracy: 13
Abilities: Obnoxiously Strong | The Martial Artist | Spell Spread | Charmer

A wink was his only response to Four's flustering reaction. It was just as entertaining as he had hoped. No, correction. It was better than he had hoped. First kiss. Arjan's smirk grew in a full blown grin that oozed out so much smugness that it should have been suffocating. Leaning back, he folded his arms over his chest, just smugly observing the other, "Sooo, you wanted your first kiss to be me?" He responded, knowing full well that it was Felix who had engaged in the kiss of his own accord. With full sarcasm dripping his voice, he continued, "Yeah, you're gonna reject me, sure, sure."

And please, speak for yourself, punk! Arjan's first kiss was definitely good. He was always good at it - he was just a natural! It was hard to be bad at something when you were as great as him. He smirked as Felix recalled the kiss - including the part where Arjan had bit his lip. All he did in response was bite his own bottom lip, before licking it. Just to see how Felix would react to that.

Quirking his eyebrow, he looked down at his feet. He then - very obviously - looked towards Felix's feet, which were likely still under the blanket, before looking back at his own as though comparing shoe size. He made his actions intentionally obvious, allowing Felix's mind to make the same comparison. Arjan clearly had bigger feet, he must have had the biggest feet because his IQ was clearly higher than his shoe size. So his shoe size had to be in the triple digits, of course. It made perfect sense. "Again, you forced yourself onto me. My lips were simply an innocent victim in this," Arjan joked with a shrug of his shoulder as though he had no say in the matter. Of course, he probably could have pushed him away or maybe even dodged beforehand but that was not very him. He was a giver, after all. His generosity knew no bounds! "But hey, maybe you've become perfectly average now," He added, implying Felix might have finally hit that coveted five out of ten that he wanted.

"My arse is against the bed. I didn't realise you could see under it," He retorted as he was still sitting up, with his back against the wall. Arjan knew the truth - Felix had clearly been checking him out before he sat down. Not that he blamed the other guy. He blamed no one for checking him out. Who wouldn't? Arjan needed mirrors to do that. Man, maybe he should be jealous of others. They had the pleasure of seeing him from every angle without the struggle of using multiple mirrors. They could admire him whenever they wanted, whilst he was limited to when mirrors were around. Gosh, he was so giving indeed.

He felt the bile crawl up his throat as he heard Felix's response, naming the sister that must not be named. Right. This punk-ass twerp was Serena's friend. "Yeah, I dunno, he's like your height, pale as fuck. Basically just a vampire version of you, I guess," Was he meant to know the dhampir's name because he definitely did not! He paused for a moment as he heard Felix's conclusion. Of course the idiot thought his 'sister' was innocent. How had she managed to convince everyone to be on his side? His relationship with Lysander was likely strained because of her too. For some reason, he seemed like he trusted the midget.

The brainwashing theory... it was a good one. He had a feeling it wasn't true. She was not the innocent one in this. If anything, she had manipulated them into fighting for her. They did not believe a single word he said but they fought for her, even when she stayed quiet. Yet, the theory was a good one because he could use it to further twist the story. Perhaps he could act like the devoted brother, just trying to save his younger sister who may not share his blood but he considered her family nonetheless. "I don't fuckin' know, okay? She's not my sister anymore," He snapped at Felix before taking another swig and trying to calm down. How much had he had to drink? Likely far too much for his inexperienced self.

"They probably are. They've convinced her to disown the family, so who the fuck knows? It's not like she'll talk to me. And look, like I said, I tried to talk to her. She didn't want to listen. I'm not in the mood to fuckin' fight her - or her friends again. Sure, I could beat the shit out of them but where does that leave any of us? It wouldn't make her listen, would it?" He asked, running his hand through his hair. What was the shit that being sprouted out of his mouth? He had absolutely no idea. Did he even want to talk to her? He had no idea. No. Wait. Of course not, why would he? She was the one who ruined everything. Life was perfect before she came along. She chose to disown the family, this was actually better for him. He was now the sole heir to the family fortune. Why would he try and change that? And for what? Her?! No.

Though, it was not that that bothered him. It was knowing that he had no idea who his real father was. He was the bastard. He hated that thought. He hated everything about this situation and the only reason it existed was because she had to make some stupid declaration and announce it. "Fuck, man," He cursed angrily, kicking his foot - and likely hitting Felix too.

"Ugh, move aside," He announced as he turned, deciding to lie down after shoving the bottle in Felix's hand as he no longer wanted to drink - or rather, he probably should stop. Arjan hijacked one of the spare pillows and would shuffle until the other gave him enough space to lie down.

𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙵𝙸𝚃: Reducio A pair of black and grey plaid pajama bottoms.

▪ 𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚈 ▪ ▪ FELIX ▪ KOLBECK ▪ ▪ DURMSTRANG iNPC ▪ FIFTH YEAR ▪

𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂: Reducio @Serena Towers as Arjan Oberoi Mentioning:l

The Swede knew he was screwed the minute Captain Muscles broke into a toothy grin. Great, he would be hearing about this for another seven to eight business months, depending on whenever Arjan managed to actually graduate this hell hole. "NO." Felix was quick to claim, his lip pulling upwards into a scowl. "I didn't even know who you were." Yes he had, he just wasn't aware of how annoying he was, how his impulse decision to get his first kiss over with while attempting to impress the random stranger who seemed to hate Arjan would haunt his waking nightmares as echoes of the nickname 'four' followed him around. "I just wanted it over with--."

Blue eyes flickered down to watch that tongue, a look of horror crossing his features. "Is that supposed to entice me into wanting to fucking kiss you again?" Next time Felix would bite Arjan and see how he liked it, wait— no—, “I’m saying I would reject you now. I don’t want to kiss you again.” He quickly added the last part in, unsure if he was telling Armstrong or himself. He was so confident in telling him as much when Arjan was several feet away from him again.

Any suggestive looks would go over Felix’s head entirely, he just drew his feet closer to him body, assuming the rusted cogs underneath his massive hair were turning and he finally realized Felix had insulted him. “My kissing ‘skill’ doesn’t matter because I’m not interested in dating again. People are annoying, and they have too many emotions.”

“Wha— YOU LITERALLY HAD YOUR ASS AGAINST MY LEG MINUTES AGO—“ A flushed Felix claimed. He had no doubts Arjan did it just to say something to fluster him later. Asshole.

Felix couldn’t remember Howard’s name nor could he remember what he looked like, so he just pictured something like a tall very handsome Dracula because why else would Arjan compare someone to him if they weren’t handsome? “Don’t vampires have hypnotizing powers?” He had read that in one of the muggle books he often read. Really he had no idea what real vampires were like, but this was adding to his theory, “Of course she’s not your sister anymore, Arjan, she’s probably that guys thrall or something!” It was unsurprising that Haircut hadn’t put two and two together but Serena was obviously in need of saving.

Serena was disowned? Felix had no idea. He had been too wrapped up in himself to send an owl. How was she supposed to survive next year without the support of her family? She would actually have to... Work to earn money. Given what Arjan found acceptable the Swede had his doubts that he was being truthful, “Family can really fucking suck at times,” The Swede wasn’t going to bother saying anything more about Serena, he could see how upset Arjan was getting. Did he agree with what he was saying? Hell no, but the guy had been… Ugh, somewhat nice to him tonight, so the least Felix could do was try and comfort him. “I’m sorry you have to go through that shit. Serena’s lucky to have a brother looking out for her, even if she can’t see that right now. Older siblings really get the shit end of the stick sometimes.” He wanted to throw up saying some of that, but Felix thought Arjan cared. He didn’t know it was just because he had his ass handed to him.


"Ow, what the fuck?" Felix swatted Arjan's foot away from him. "Hey! Get the fuck out of my bed! This isn't a damn slumber party." The Swede tried to reach down to grab the pillow back from him but it was no use, the guy had already curled up in his bed. Felix couldn't hold back the rather dramatic sigh that escaped his lips. He capped the bottle and placed it under his bed for later consumption. Regardless of how much the guy pissed him off he also wouldn't let the Himbo get cold, I mean he wasn't wearing a fucking shirt-- right, spare blanket. It was folded at the foot of his bed, so he grabbed it and tossed it over Arjan's stupid muscular body. He’d better not ruin the quilt Itsy and Bitsy, the house elves who had practically raised him, had made him.

"You better not stink up my bed." He grumbled. Just where the hell was he supposed to sleep? Arjan's bed? No thanks. It probably smelt like him, like that citrusy cologne he was always wearing. Now his bed was going to smell like that too, greaaaat. Grumbling under his breath, he grabbed his own blankets and yanked them up until they were untucked. He wrapped himself into a blanket cocoon and hesitantly laid down next to Jockzilla, his front facing away from him.

Roleplaying as Durmstrang iNPC Arjan Oberoi

A R J A N- T O W E R S - O B E R O I

Stamina: 15 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 24 | Wisdom: 5 | AP: 8 | Accuracy: 13
Abilities: Obnoxiously Strong | The Martial Artist | Spell Spread | Charmer

The smirk on Arjan's lips just grew more and more. Firstly, everyone in Durmstrang knew who he was. And secondly, on the off chance that someone didn't, how did that help the situation? Even if people didn't know who he was, he was clearly still someone they wanted to kiss. That was even better. They wanted to kiss him because he simply looked kissable - not because of his money, reputation, athletic prowess or anything else. He just looked kissable and that was what Arjan was all about - being attractive and an aura of charm. It was why he put in so much effort into maintaining perfectly coiffed hair, good skin, hella impressive muscles and a clean well-dressed appearance.

"Sure, you don't," He placated the other boy, clearly patronisingly, as he sent him a wink. The Swede's flustering reactions were enough to say otherwise. Besides, there was no one in the entire world who didn't want Arjan. They were just too afraid to admit it for fear of falling too deeply in love and being heartbroken. It was understandable.

Arjan froze for a moment as he heard what the other said. Vampires had hypnotizing powers. He had not really considered that. Firstly, because he had no idea that was a thing or if it was true. Nonetheless, there was always magic that could control others. Dark Arts existed for a reason, after all. Magic was always possible when it came to manipulation. But he did not super care. The goblin midget was clearly stupid and easily fooled if she had been manipulated by that.

Deep down, he knew the truth though. Even if she was under some sort of spell, it didn't change the facts though. It did not change the simple fact that of the four in the family, two shared pointy ears and a short stature that he did not share. Not that he wanted to - it was gross, after all! He did not want to be inferior. The issue was not whether Serena was herself or not. It was that his father was not who he had thought he was this entire time. The truth was that he had no idea who his father was. Was he even a pureblood? Who was he? If Felix - or anyone else - thought he cared about that shitty house elf, they would be wrong. He didn't. He cared about himself and right now, he had absolutely no idea who he was. Everything he knew to be true about himself was built on a lie. The very foundation was a lie.

God forbid - what if he was not as perfect as he believed he was?

Who was his father if Lazarus Towers was not him? The whole situation raised more questions than it answered but Arjan was also not ready to voice those questions yet, nor process any sort of answer in regards to them. He was running away from the whole situation by fleeing to Durmstrang as soon as school started and now, refusing to go to Hogwarts for fear of meeting the girl that had started this. Of course, he was not actually afraid of her! He was afraid of no one! He was the great Arjan Oberoi! The mighty, fine, hella handsome Arjan Oberoi with the body and charm that even the gods would be jealous of! He did not fear anyone. Deep down though, he was definitely avoiding her and this whole situation. How to deal with conflict? Avoid it.

The hypnotizing powers though... if that was true, maybe he could manipulate the story. He could paint himself out to be a victim further. "Even my own sister was turned against me by that monster". Yes. He could garner more sympathy votes. Ah, it was so easy to manipulate people - who needed special hypnotizing powers? Not him! He had his charm.

"Fuck. Maybe. Yeah. She could be... That does seem like the shitty sort of thing that douchebag could have done... She may be in too deep though. I think she's in love with him or some shit," He mumbled, clearly annoyed by the whole thing whilst referring to the fact that she could be a thrall. It did not change the fact that she was still a frickin' house elf but it could be how he explain how the Oberois (or Towers) were innocent in this whole matter. Regardless, it looked like that he was going to come out of this situation unscathed, at least. He was just a kind older brother trying his best. Right, exactly. That's the image he needed to paint.

He really did not want to be her sibling though. She had disowned them. That meant they weren't family, right? Yeah. That's how it worked. Why should he bother to care about her? "Yeah, well, it sucks. This whole thing is bullshit..." He mumbled, not sure what more to say, really, whilst laying down on his side - turning away from Felix - to indicate that he was kind of done with this conversation. He had nothing else to say. Being associated with her and being seen as her older brother did suck, this whole situation sucked in fact. But he could also play it like it sucked because he couldn't save her or whatever nonsense the other chose to believe.

It was not long before he ended up falling asleep - the fact that he had been interrupted mid-sleep combined with the booze was a deadly combination, after all. Plus, despite the other's words, the boy did give him a blanket and seemed to not care as long as he didn't stink up the bed. If anything, Arjan was going to make it smell better. At least he was clean, unlike the other who was probably still sweaty and gross!

Arjan falls asleep, thus exiting this thread.

𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙵𝙸𝚃: Reducio A pair of black and grey plaid pajama bottoms.

▪ 𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚈 ▪ ▪ FELIX ▪ KOLBECK ▪ ▪ DURMSTRANG iNPC ▪ FIFTH YEAR ▪

𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂: Reducio @Serena Towers as Arjan Oberoi Mentioning:l

"I don't." Felix was really starting to sound less convincing even to himself the more he denied Arjan. Why did he have to be so insufferably smug? Was it the complete lack of anything else rattling around in that head of his? Surely his hair hadn't grown into his brain.

The Swede couldn't help but worry about Serena the further he spiraled down the theory about her being controlled by a vampire. She seemed so intelligent and independent, it was hard to come to terms with. The thought of it made his stomach churn.

He couldn't dwell on this now, not while bird brain was in his bed trying to make it look like he didn't care. He knew Arjan and Serena didn't get along but she was still his sister at the end of the day. Although Felix had no way of knowing their secret. All he could do was offer an ear and agree with Arjan's summary of the entire event, "It does suck." It might have been the first time they'd agreed on anything, "You'll get through it. You're annoyingly resistant, you know? Stubborn, but I guess it isn't always a bad thing--" Felix couldn't help but glance over at Arjan's form in the dim moonlit room, but the guy had already fell asleep. It was kind of adorable how fast he had managed to, like a tired kitten that couldn't keep its eyes open. Ugh.

Out of everyone why did it have to be Narcissus Jr? How did a conversation that started with his annoyance about the other's lack of personal space end with Arjan falling asleep in his bed? Was the older boy really that clueless? Maybe if he had something other than air between his--... He sighed, silently happy for the company regardless, not that he'd ever admit that to Hair Brain. Despite the awkward circumstances it didn't take long for him to drift back to sleep. For the first time in months his dreams would not be plagued by nightmares.

Felix falls asleep. Thread is completed.