Merde Solo

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RPing as iNPC Milo Durand Date: During the Christmas Holidays Location: Durand Household, Toulouse Outfit:This

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Opening the door with Clara by his side, he smiled down at her, he knew the drill. Walking into their house, it silent, before turning into the livingroom, flicking on the lights and seeing his two mothers jump up and yell in excitement. Milo dumped his backpack on the sofa as he went to kiss his Mothers on the cheeks. "Salut, Maman, Mère. Je vous manquait."Hi, Mum, Mother. I missed you. The grin on his face as he looked around the livingroom. They had decorated for their return, even though they were leaving again in a couple weeks.

Camille and Valerie Durand. They never went small.

It was already relatively late, "Je suis fatigué, je vais au lit." I'm tired, I'm going to bed. "D'accord, bonne nuit mon cheri." Okay, good night honey. Camille replied. "Bonne nuit Milo!" Clara chimed in, Valerie nodded to him, she had started writing an owl or something once he had come in. Milo had heard she was quite busy recently with the shop.

"Bonne nuit!" He picked up his backpack and went upstairs, it was a charmed bag so it fitted more in it than it looked, but he still didn't bring much back, he left a lot of his stuff at Beauxbatons over the Christmas holidays because he didn't find it worth it to bring it all back.

Shutting his bedroom door behind him, he took a deep breath in, the smell of home. He did love Beauxbatons but there was nothing quite like home. His backpack falling to the floor as he kicked off his boots, flopping onto his bed and looking at the ceiling, Quidditch posters of varying ages covered it, you could see a timeline of who he had supported over the years, with his currents being the most recent.

He smiled up as he fell asleep, being absolutely exhausted from the trip home, just falling asleep in his clothes.

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The next day

Milo was sat, holding an old picture in his hands, it was of him and another boy, they were 13 at the time, this other boy had fiery ginger hair, a grin so wide but a tooth knocked out at the front, it had just been done that day. This was one of his old boyfriends, the only one he still had any pictures of, he didn't know why he pulled out these pictures because they just made tears come running down his face, tears of sadness, loneliness and also pure anger.

Théo, the only person he has ever thought he was in love with, and it was arguable whether he actually did love him, but it was a mistake no matter what. Théo was a student at Beauxbatons as well now, although a Duellist and made himself scarce around Milo, because Milo would, and had, beaten him up in the past for what he did to him.

"Milo! Quelqu'un est ici pour toi!" Somebody is here for you! Milo squinted, why would somebody be here for him? He threw the picture down on his bed and quickly went downstairs, wiping any trace of his crying from his face. He could hear Camille talking with somebody in the livingroom, Valerie had already headed out to work. But the voice was familiar. He stopped dead in his tracks. There was no way.

Fists clenched at his sides, he entered the livingroom, to see him, the very person he had just been crying over. His jaw matched his fists as he looked at his mother and back to Théo.

"Milo, Je-"
"Non, extérieur, maintenant." No, outside, now.

He followed him outside, closing the front door, although he knew his mother would be listening from the other side of the wall so he started walking, he didn't know where, just far enough away that he knew his mother couldn't magically listen in, who knew what was going to happen.

"Qu'est-ce que tu veux de moi." What do you want from me. His voice dripping with fury. "Milo, je suis désolé."Milo, I'm sorry. Milo laughed, absolutely splitting a rib. "Non, tu n'es pas désolé, si tu étais désolé, tu n'aurais pas fait ça il y a deux ans."No, you're not sorry, if you were sorry, you wouldn't have done that two years ago.

"Tu ne sais pas tout."You don't know everything. "Dis moi alors. Dis moi, allez-y, fais le. Que pourriez-vous dire qui le rendrait meilleur?" Tell me then. Tell me, go for it, do it. What could you say that would make it better.

"Elle..."She.. "Tu n'es même pas gai!" You aren't even gay!

"Tu es resté là et m'a dit que tu m'aimais, et TU N'ES MÊME PAS GAI!" You stood there and told me you loved me, and YOU AREN'T EVEN GAY! He took a few deep breaths, he wanted to close his eyes but he didn't trust Théo one bit. "Qu'est-ce que tu veux de moi." What do you want from me. He repeated, clenching his jaw once more, anything to stop him from punching this guy in the face for the things he had done years ago now. "Viendrez-vous à mon 16e anniversaire?" Will you come to my 16th birthday?

"Qu’est-que ça connerie? Non, bien sûr que non, un million de non." What the fuck? No, of course not, a million no's.

Milo was going to turn around right then and there, turn around, go home, rip up that picture, he didn't even know why he still had it, he was so ready to be done with it all. This guy would never like him and he didn't even want him to at this point. But looking at Théos face made him so mad he couldn't even handle it. He stepped forward, grabbing a hold of that ginger hair he now despised so much with his right hand, with his left clenched, and punched him in the face so hard he had to have broken his nose. The blood that came from it made it very clear, but Milo couldn't stop himself. He didn't stop, but Théo didn't try and fight back. After a while Milo let go of him, He was pretty badly bruised and bleeding, but not unconscious. "Je suis désolé." I'm sorry.

"Non tu n'es pas." No you're not.

The only thing that stopped him was the thought of his most recent challenge. Serena. He knew this wouldn't get back to her but he was worried it could anyway. He looked down at his hands, blood covering his left knuckles, unsure if it was Théos or his own, He would have to sort it out at home. But for now, he left him there. He would be fine, both of his parents were magic they would sort him out. He wouldn't be in pain for long, but it did feel good for Milo to get that out of his system.