Slytherin Emergency Meeting PV Aiden Sinclair

He had to invite and ultimately drag Aiden into the boathouse! It was the only place where only the fish were able to eavesdrop - and as far as Vincent knew, fish didn’t have ears to begin with. The Slytherin walked along the water‘s edge, stepping over the uneven stone floor. The cold, damp surface slid a little under his soles. He immediately glared down at it, as if the ground itself were mocking him - luring him to slip. The irritation had already stolen the last scrap of his patience!
“Don’t act innocent,” he growled at the floor, which in his eyes, seemed determined to trip him. Vincent glared. What happened in the boy‘s lavatory still crawled under his skin, giggling at his humiliation. Every spark of memory ran down his throat like liquid provocation, mixing in with Gabriele‘s beautiful fuc*ing brown eyes.
He let out a low grumble. Something half-intelligible came out sounding like a Scottish insult, when suddenly the door to the boathouse opened. The shrieking noise busted it.

In came his friend from the same house. The green collar lay around Aiden’s sun-kissed skin like a compliment to his complexion. Normally, Vincent wouldn’t have minded it in the slightest. But after Gabriele, even a few seconds of looking at a male body felt like undressing in front of an audience! And everyone was cheering…
Caught in the middle of this emotional chaos, Vincent let out an exasperated groan. His shoulders relaxed by force, only to stiffen again the instant he started to speak.
“Hey! Thanks for coming. I have to tell you something important!” Vincent strode up to Aiden. The explanation poured out of him in seconds, his featured contorted into a face of dismay and stress.

“There was this boy, such a- damn I don‘t even know an appropriate insult- he was wearing a wig and pretending to be a girl in the boys’ bathroom, and then he threw himself at me, and I almost kissed the idiot, Aiden I freaking almost kissed him!”

Suddenly, silence spread through the room. Vincent’s eyes burned with unidentifiable emotions. It ranged from anger to disgust, back to frustration and shame. He searched Aiden’s face for the same outrage - but it wasn’t there. Not even a sliver of the same amount. His friend simply asked if this was the reason Vincent had summoned him all the way out to the boathouse.

“Yes! I can’t talk about this in our bedroom, this is too ridiculous! What if someone else hears? I’d die. You’d have to organize a funeral before winter even starts.”
Vincent took a deep breath, “I’m too young to die, Aiden…”
Every word slipped out of his throat like pure truth, a logical conclusion drawn straight from the chaos labeled >‘my Heart beats too fast‘. Suddenly, a weight pressed down on his stomach. If anyone else ever heard about this, anyone who wasn’t Aiden, he might actually have to flee the country. Where would he even go? Italy? Just the thought ripped his sanity into pieces. God forbid he’d run into Gabriele there. Her- no, his- speech sounded slightly undersang by an accent. He wasn't sure from where he was, but it might be from the south of Europe. The face and the voice fought a war against his thoughts and conquered them in a heartbeat.

It scraped up the last scraps of logic and threw them to the now surely eavesdropping fish.
“I don’t want to have to move! What if I meet her in Italy?!” Vincent buried his hands over his face, his fingers covering the distress in his eyes.