Hallway Near Dungeons

While Eleonore Lasharna had entered the Triwizard tournament with the mindset to do everything that it took to reach the top, vowing to risk it all to engrave her name on the eternal glory, there were some things she had not quite planned on, particularly this one task before her now: snogging a student disguised as a Professor, in an effort to destroy said Professor's relationship with another. It held little purpose in the overall goal of winning the Triwizard tournament, and by the next day, her "partner in crime" Boris Kaminski would no doubt likely return to being one of her top rivals.

However, given the circumstances on what the witch, Professor Viper, had done, it was a task that Eleonore was determined to accomplish, considering it as essential of a part of the tournament as the trials itself. She only hoped that the pain the female professor would no doubt endure with the split from her apparent loved one would be enough for Eleonore's tastes and appetite in the feast of revenge.

As chocolate orbs took in the sights of the disguise Boris had undertaken of the wizard, Professor Kaminski, Eleonore had to fight the urge to shudder. While she was perfectly aware that it was no more than a disguise, it was still rather disturbing to think that for at least a few good minutes, her lips would be locked with a fully grown wizard's. For a brief second, Eleonore even went so far as to back out and abandon their plans. At least, until all the memories of Viper's offenses came rushing back into her mind in a fast, haunting pace.

She could still hear the taunts of Viper's Slytherins as they bullied her. She could still feel the cold, icy wretchedness of the frog guts they had spilled on her. She could see the blood, she could smell the foul wretched odor, and she could especially see their smug faces, as they haughtily informed her that their dearly beloved Head of House had more or less let their offenses slide, even going so far as to laugh at the french student's expense. Well no more. Amaranth Viper would pay for her disrespect and utter disregard for others outside of her House.

With a new look of fury and determination blazing within her, she turned to her disguised partner. "Ready?" she asked, shaking slightly, though from excitement of nervousness, she could not quite say.

It went without saying that Boris Kaminski hadn’t anticipated this upon entering the Triwizard Tournament. Of course, being competitive-minded, he would do anything to win not only the cup but also the approval of those he wanted to make a good impression on. Headmaster Kazimir Orlov happened to be one of such people... Even if it meant risking his second cousin’s hatred, or even life and limb itself, Boris would do it. He wanted to be a part of the Brotherhood of Tartaros, a group of select individuals picked by Kazimir and considered his most favored. However, membership into the group required an initiation of sorts. His initiation: bring down the budding relationship between his relative and one of the professors Sevastyan worked and fell in love with.

The task ahead of him now had nothing to do with the Tournament. Or at least it did directly have any purpose relating to it. Durmstrang and Beauxbatons had teamed up on this particular extracurricular event, for his accomplice was none other than Eleonore Lasharna – the Beauxbatons Headmistress’s daughter. Their mission? To snog... a rather odd request from a pair of adults... particularly when one of said adults happened to be the parent of the girl one is about to become lip-locked with for the sake of their mission. He was to be disguised as his cousin, while Eleonore remained normal... something from which a scandal would surely develop. Not that Boris really cared about his Sevastyan’s reputation... and he had no idea who the other professor even was other than a woman with raven hair and emerald eyes.

Once this errand was done, Boris expected nothing less of Eleonore than to go back to them being rivals. That would likely be how things went until after the Tournament, at any rate. But if he were to be any measure of honest Mademoiselle Lasharna was rather easy on the eyes... not at all bad to look at.

Dark eyes gazed at the different hands, knowing they were his own yet surprised that his memory interpreted them as Sevastyan’s. And the beard was as itchy as all getout. How his cousin tolerated it, Boris wasn’t yet sure. Unconsciously, the teenager disguised as an adult scratched at the facial hair beneath his chin. It was... very awkward... being glamoured to look like Sevastyan Kaminski from head to toe. While he enjoyed the added height and pretty much felt the same, it still didn’t quite feel right to him. But... anything to win, right?

He then glanced in Eleonore’s direction, wondering what she was thinking about this whole thing. They were, after all, only teenagers. And now here she was about to be lip-locked with someone disguised to look like a fully-grown wizard for probably several minutes at least. Boris had snogged many a girl in his not-too-lengthy past, but never to his recollection under circumstances as they were facing now. While the wizard knew in part why his Headmaster wanted to see the couple ruined, he wondered what Beauxbatons’s motivation was to want such a thing as well. Of course, he’d heard about various Hogwarts students playing pranks on Eleonore... but was there something more, he wondered?

At the look in the Beauxbatons Champion’s eyes, Boris couldn’t help but admire what he considered to be strength burning in the chocolate pools. He and his brothers were always told to respect women in general, but strong women were to be prized in particular. In what seemed like little more than the blink of an eye the wizard felt uncertain of his romantic prowess even though it was to only be an act... He didn’t want to make himself look like a fool.

Raven hair bobbed in time with Boris’s head as he nodded. “If you are...” came Sevastyan’s voice from his lips. The Russian teen started and glanced around looking for his relative on impulse, assuming they had been caught before their chance to do anything. But it was only him. “I have to get used to that, for a little vhile at least...” he muttered, attempting to ease away the awkwardness of this whole situation. He wasn’t shaking, but he couldn’t help but notice Eleonore was.

Hesitantly, although not because he didn’t want to kiss her per say, despite being her rival, the disguised Boris leaned forward and placed his (or was it Sevastyan’s?) lips upon hers in what was supposed to be a passionate kiss.

The corners of the french girl's mouth twitched at Boris' attempts to ease the awkwardness of the situation. She had to admit, if only to herself, behind the iron wall of occlumency, that Boris was rather good looking. At least, when he was in his own true form. Disguised as Professor Kaminski, that was a whole new vein of it's own. She wondered briefly where their paths would go once this all came to in an end, preferably with their mission complete and successful. Most likely, she thought with what felt like... disappointment... things would go back to where they all origially were with the two being no more than rivals fighting for all the glory.

She stared at him with a light blush, wondering exactly how to go about it. Not so much the actual task of having Amaranth Viper walk in on them, but strangely moreso on how to successfully snog Boris Kaminski. Not that she had no such experience with such things... quite far from the truth, in fact, for she had more than her fair share. It was just... different.... when it came to Boris. The last thing she wanted was to make a complete and utter fool of herself in front of the Russian. After all, French people weren't known solely for their wine and food! She had had a reputation to uphold!

The feel of Boris' lips upon her's was a bit awkward, and yet... enticing. With her eyes fluttered closed, she didn't see the adult disguise he was donning. At this moment, he was only what he truly was: a teenage boy, and a rather cute one at that. With as much as he put into the kiss, she gave back. She shifted slightly, pressing herself up against the wall, and pulling him towards her, so that he towered over her in midst of their lip lock. She ran her fingers wildly through his raven locks, sighing into his mouth. It seemed at first glance that she was merely dedicatng herself wholly to their mission, but if one observed closer, one would see that there was something a bit more...

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As Viper made her way down the hall, she pondered exactly what to say to Sevastyan, formulating her long, overdue apology to him. She had just taken the turn down the hallways closest to her domain when she heard a strange noise not all that far away. Emerald orbs rolled in irritation, for their owner knew that sound all too well, particularly given a certain Slytherin and Gryffindor couple that was rather fond of the Dungeons...

She temporarily placed her mental apology aside, replacing it with a lecture on the inappropriateness of certain public displays of affection. However, all words died upon her lips, never to be spoken as the culprits weren't the normal teen couple, and were only consisting of one teenager. The other, however, was an adult, rather close to the Potions Mistress' heart. Particularly since it was he who owned it..

N-No, it can't be... S-Sevastyan?!? her mind hissed as her mind dropped in utter shock as she watched the love of her life practically devour another woman's -and a student at that!- mouth.

How could he do this to her? After all that they had shared, after all the months that had passed, how could he have betrayed her and taken up a school girl on the side? D-Did he grow tired of her? Was seeing her nearly every spare moment of everyday drive him into utter boredom as far as relations with Viper had concerned? Had she become no more than a habit to him, something one endures and puts up with simply because its part of their routine? All of her past relations had always ended in similar ways... It always ended with either her or the wizard involved breaking off their relationship due to one or the other growing tired and bored, with the wizard always crawling back to their wives or significant others.

While Sevastyan may not have been her first lover, he had been the first, and what she hoped to be the last, man who ever held her heart, and saw every part of her that she hid behind and forsook behind her mask. Maybe that was the problem... Maybe she truly was meant to be no more than a mistress; someone one goes to for a nght of fun every now and then, a small step above the common prostitute. Yes, that was likely it. She was too much of a burden, far too much trouble than she was actually worth. It had taken Sevastyan some time but he had finally seen it, thanks to her silly argument over drape colors, he had seen her for what she truly was: a spoiled, bratty whore whose only purpose and talent in life was to provide a bit of fun every now and then.

This was all her fault. She had fallen deeply, too deeply, in love with a man. Her father had been right when he said she would be denied life's happiness. She wasn't meant to find love, and only destined for heartache and pleasure, which she was to give dutifully, but never take any for herself. That was all she was ever good for. She had tried to fight it, and look where it got her: alone, heartbroken, forsaken for another, better model.

"S-Sevastyan... What the hell is going on here?" she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. She hesitated for the briefest of moments before adding in a whisper of vulnerability. "How could you...?"

Boris really didn’t know how to go about snogging his rival in the tournament, truth be told, despite having taken the plunge anyway. He had his own reputation to uphold, and of course the mere fact Eleonore was French meant that she would likely have one up on him. Wasn’t it true that French was known as the language of love? Not that he really expected her to feel she needed to prove anything to him. Quite contrary to other young women he’d made out with, Boris was actually nervous about snogging this one. Where had his confidence gone? Maybe it was the disguise... not that he really knew or cared about his cousin’s talents in this area. In fact, if he did, that would just be outright wrong on so many levels as to not even be funny!

He tried to forget he was glamoured to look like an adult... tried to forget about the tournament...tried to forget about everything non-essential to the present task at hand. It had to appear natural, not as though they were kissing for the first time. They’d been here for a few months now... so theoretically there was plenty of time for such a relationship to form. Boris personally knew snogging a student was not in Sevastyan’s nature. The good thing for them was anyone this side of Europe only had Sevastyan’s word to go on. True, family could be contacted... but would it really matter after someone seen them?

Too much thinking... Boris had to stop thinking. So, instead, he focused on Eleonore. He had to admit that, in his opinion, his attempt at being passionate was a twinge awkward. It was this awkwardness, this newness that shouldn’t have been foreign to him that made Boris want to explore this further. The Russian teen had closed his eyes at first but now they were open, hoping to catch a glimpse of feedback. When his mind wasn’t flashing the word ‘Rival’ in front of his eyes, he had to admit that Mademoiselle Lasharna was a rather attractive girl. On one hand he felt a little miffed that Eleonore wasn’t required to wear a disguise, but on the other he was glad she hadn’t.

Boris found out eyes were unnecessary tools the moment her own orbs fluttered closed and the actions reciprocated. Thus the dark chocolate orbs closed once again, and the young man relaxed into his role.

He anticipated her first move, and didn’t hesitate at all upon being pulled. Boris towered over most of the girls he had relationships with, and thus it felt quite natural. As Eleonore was pressed against the wall, so did Boris press himself against her in what would have been an embrace if he wrapped his arms around her.

As her hands went to his hair and he felt her sigh in his mouth - an action he hadn't expected at all, and found it a rather pleasant surprise at that - Boris felt a spark of sorts race through him from head to toe, causing him to respond by cupping one of his hands behind her head and place the other at her side. A pair of fingers curled to raise the cloth up to expose an inch worth of her midriff. It was difficult for the Kaminski teen to determine if these feelings – given and received – were merely them giving their all to this task... or if there was truly something more to it.

Boris felt another presence in their midst, but paid it little heed. One of various plans for this moment had been that when their target had spotted them, he was to cease and keep Eleonore “covered” from the shoulders down even though she was fully clothed as it was.

"S-Sevastyan... What the hell is going on here?"

He heard a woman say his cousin’s name but ignored it. All of Boris's focus was on the Beauxbatons girl in front of him, moaning into her mouth as she had sighed into his. He was Boris Kaminski, disguise and requirement to respond to the name ‘Sevastyan’ completely forgotten. This moment with Eleonore was simply that to him now: a teenaged girl and a teenaged boy exploring the waters of their ‘relationship’.

The possible consequences for not responding to Viper’s demand didn’t even occur to him...

Shivers of delight and amorous sparks coursed through Eleonore as she leaned into Boris' touch and reveled in the moment. Manicured nails scratched his neck lightly as fingers tangled into raven locks as the spark of the moment seemed to consume the French girl. At this point she had forced the slight technicality that she was making out with a grown wizard twice her age out of her mind, focusing in on the heart of the matter, and that her partner in crime was in fact a boy her own age, and a good looking one at that.

A soft moan escaped the school girl as the adult-disguised teen raised her top slightly, exposing her abdomen and navel ring, causing her to squirm lightly, deepening the kiss. The fact that they were in very much a public place was shoved out of her mind, beyond any point of recollection, for as much as Boris put into the kiss, Eleonore reciprocated with just as much. Vaguely, she considered conjuring some background music to really set the mood, and was just about to do so. Until she heard a familiar female voice interfere once more...

Emerald orbs regarded the scene with vague lucidness as the shock and incredulity of it all overwhelmed the witch. The world seemed to spin round and around, over and over again, in blurs of color, leaving only the image of the love of her life tangled with another burned into her mind, scorching her shattered heart. It was a rather cruel touch of fate and karma that as Viper regarded the French girl, she could see the similarities between them, and practically see the teenaged version of herself in Eleonore, from the popular charismatic teen, right down to the skanky school girl persona, with the short uniform skirt and all.

The heartache within her brewed, bubbled, and frothed over as her words seemed to fall into deaf ears as Sevastyan and the girl refused to part, continuing their hurtful display. Pain turned to fury that Hell itself had yet to know as the demons of heartache and anger united to form a wrath only a woman scorned and scarred could conjure and unleash. Fueled by this startling discovery and ultimate revelation of the man she thought she knew, Viper made her way over, struggling not to cry as to spare Sevastyan from that satisfaction of knowing he broke her heart.

The pained, now-dull green orbs turned to shards of jade as she approached the pair. One hand reached and ensnared around Eleonore’s hair as she pulled hard, sending the girl crashing to the ground, causing a long series of French words to cascade out of the teen’s mouth.

“How dare you!” she hissed as her other hand made sharp contact with the side of Sevastyan’s face. “ I gave you everything. All that I ever was, am, and ever will be, I gave to you. I trusted you. Hell, Sevastyan, I ****ing loved you!” she sniffed, struggling so hard not to break down in front of him. “A-And this is what you give me in return? Front row seats to watch you suck the face of some French floozy. A French floozy who is, by the way, a student?”

She paced around for a while, breathing rapidly, struggling to control her breathing and keep her tears at bay. She paused suddenly, staring at the grey orbs she had and did love, despite the unbearable pain and flames upon the shards of her heart. She felt cold, hollow, and empty, wanting nothing more than to crawl into his arms, yet knew it couldn’t be. Sevastyan clearly desired another. She had lost him, and there was nothing she could do.

Well, technically there was something she could do…

With a cold, icy stare, she rammed her knee into Sevastyan’s groin, hard and swift, showing no mercy. It did little to help the agony upon her heart, but it was a start. A twinge of one, marking a long, lonely, difficult beginning of a road she was destined to walk alone, but it was a beginning, nonetheless.

“Why?” she asked softly, uttering the question she feared yet painfully needed, more than anything, to know. She knew the answer would hurt her like never before, but the Potions Mistress aspect of her, the only good, useful, and wanted aspect in Amaranth Viper, it seemed, emerged full throttle, demanding to be satisfied with an answer.

Boris shivered and moaned with a feeling that transcended bliss at the fingernails digging into the skin of his neck and the digits tangling into his hair. It would be a shame indeed once this moment ended. The Russian wizard wondered if they would truly go back to being rivals, or if something else would form in the background. Boris, for one, really wanted the glory of winning the Triwizard Cup and wouldn’t hold back just because a girl he had snogged also sought it. For some reason the young wizard felt certain that that particular feeling was mutual between them, but couldn’t be certain.

The wizard started when his partner had been more or less torn from him. Panic entered the eyes enchanted to appear gray, finding the woman his second cousin loved had found them and had forced him and Eleonore to part. The surprise hardened to concern for Boris’s partner-in-crime. They were supposed to have jumped at being caught, not be forced to separate and causing Eleonore to get hurt, though the risk of pain was high when it came to an angry significant other. Either way, he’d truly been enjoying himself too much to stop.

Sevastyan’s form – Boris in disguise – made a move to check on the girl but was cut off swiftly by a trio of hissed words and a slap to the face. At breakneck speed his head spun to the side and came to a sudden halt, and Boris felt something in his neck pop. While he had been slapped a great many times before, the wizard couldn’t help but genuinely provide a countenance of shock and hurt. Boris made sure to reach for the stricken area with his left hand instead of his right, for Sevastyan was left-handed. Guilty orbs of storm-cloud gray surveyed the witch now seething before him.

“I gave you everything. All that I ever was, am, and ever will be, I gave to you. I trusted you. Hell, Sevastyan, I ****ing loved you!

“A-And this is what you give me in return? Front row seats to watch you suck the face of some French floozy. A French floozy who is, by the way, a student?”

The wizard remained silent, watching, and almost smirked at how successful their performance had been. On one hand he knew this wasn’t right, to toy with someone’s emotions in this manner, yet he needed to do it for his own means. And, as he recalled, Eleonore had her own motives for revenge. Who knew what would have transpired had he refused to do this for his Headmaster? Kazimir was not a sorcerer to anger, and in order to do as instructed Boris would have to make this good...

Raven eyebrows creased in response to Amaranth’s second outburst. “You vouldn’t have had ‘front row seats’ if you hadn’t valked in on us,” muttered the disguised Boris indignantly as he smoothed out the wrinkles betraying “Sevastyan’s” treachery. His accent was slightly heavier than Sevastyan’s normally would have been. “And she is legally an adult, over the age of seventeen and vell vithin her rights to have said no... and it is not as though she is my student.”

As Viper paced, Boris knelt down beside Eleonore. “Are you alright?” he asked quietly. Without waiting for an answer he gave her a quick glance and deemed that she seemed alright if only a bit roughed up. Carefully, Boris-Sevastyan offered the young lady an arm up. “I... I am sorry. If you are okay, Mademoiselle Lasharna, you should probably go back to your Headmistress,” he added in an even quieter tone, smoothing down the messed-up locks of hair in a gesture of comfort, and glanced in the direction of Amaranth Viper to discern if she had heard or not. It was a code for them to meet up with their instructors for a full report.

The Russian wizard rose again and started to leave when Viper paused, staring directly at him. Her eyes certainly were beautiful. Boris could easily see a few of the features his relative had found attractive in the witch. At the moment they were admittedly hidden or enhanced by her pain, but he could see them. Sevastyan’s form had paused the moment those emerald orbs settled upon him. Was this perhaps too over the top? Regardless, the damage had already been done and couldn’t be taken back. It wasn’t like this would end up affecting him... unless it somehow came around to bite him in the rear. Karma was odd like that.

At first, Boris thought Amaranth was about to speak again. The stare of pure ice sure seemed an attention-getter declaring the intent to speak and the demand for an answer. However, before he could even register what she was about to do or evade it the witch’s knee had been rammed rather forcefully into his groin. Boris gasped in surprise and agony, his Sevastyan-ized form immediately plummeting to the floor in a world of hurt. His face contorted strangely as, upon one knee, Boris continued to gasp for breath and grunted in pain.

“Why?”

Open-mouthed, the wizard gazed incredulously at her. “You... kick me there... and then... vant me to answer your qvestion?!” Sevastyan’s voice – quite a few notes higher than normal – issued from Boris’s glamoured lips in tight, brief bursts. He really had no idea what motive Sevastyan would have for cheating, other than a few subtle clues he’d noticed to suggest all was not peaches and cream in paradise. The crimson his second cousin wore with pride had been replaced by other colors, and the wizard had been slightly grumpier of late. Interactions between Sevastyan and Amaranth in the Great Hall were amicable enough, but nowhere near how amorous he had seen them previously.

“... Fine...” Boris panted, propping himself against the wall from his place on the floor and crossing his legs to prevent another sneak attack to the groin. “I have no reason... that you aren’t already avare of.” That sounded like something his relative would say, for Boris recalled many instances in which Sevastyan had ‘gotten cryptic’ with him. Gray eyes stared into emerald ones for a few seconds before Boris bowed his head, giving another groan of pain as a hand gingerly rested upon the afflicted area.

“I take it I get the couch tonight...?” he asked after a long pause, venturing a guess that the extreme response was because his cousin and the professor were sleeping together. Boris refused to return his gaze to her in favor of focusing his energy on overcoming mind over excruciating matter.

The French school girl hissed at the cold, stone floor scraping a bit deeply as her face made contact with it. Mentally, she added the stone floor to her list of numerous reasons why, to her, Beauxbatons was superior to Hogwarts: at least if one's face was forced into the ground at the French school, it would meet cool, smooth marble rather than a "pile of rubble" as the French girl saw the stone floors that decorated Hogwarts. A deep lined scowl etched into Eleonore's face as she glared at the other witch.

Meanwhile, Viper continued to eye the form of her lover, or ex-lover, as it was now, with a barely concealed illumination of pain, and a fury even Hell itself could not bear to match. She inwardly scoffed at the look of what looked like guilt upon Sevastyan's grey eyes that she had once looked upon with unguarded adoration but could now barely even glance at without feeling tears well and the showers of her broken heart grind into a fine powder. Even more disgust filled her at the first response she received. 

"I beg your pardon." She spit back in a drawl of harshness and sarcasm not even bothered to be concealed. "How silly of me to have forgotten that the club "Skanks Anonymous" was having a meeting today..." Despite her pain and anger at being scorned in such a manner, Viper fought to keep her dignity intact. She had already enabled herself to be played like a fool for a man she stupidly believed loved her. She wouldn't dare allow herself to crumble before him like a helpless wretch. No, at the very least, Amaranth Viper would walk out with her head held high, even if her heart was left, ground to a powder at the floor to be trampled by all.

A scoff escaped her at the added response. Emerald eyes rolled upwards in disgust, with care taken by their owner to ensure that as she did so, no tears that were evident of her pain would slip pat her guard and trail down her pale face. "Indeed, she is not. Young enough to be your daughter, yes, possibly even your daughter considering your now obvious promiscuity and nymph-like tendencies, certainly, but by all means not your student."

The icy exterior faded, reducing to a puddle, however as she noted how Sevastyan had returned his attention back to Eleonore.

This time, it was Eleonore's turn to smirk as she happily took the arm offered. "Oui. Do not worry, ma cher. I am fine." Her chocolate orbs closed at the added touch, though she was well aware it was merely a signal for them both. Still though, Amaranth Viper didn't know that and would certainly be dealt with a sting at the attentions. "Bien sur," she replied with a nod. "Au revoir," she added flirtatiously with a blown kiss as she made her way back to their instructors to inform them that their mission had been a success.

It was only using every ounce of her self-control that Viper was able to resist the urge to hex the French out of Ms.Lasharna. That and the fact that Viper had a strong feeling she would likely burst into tears in the process, which was a satisfaction she refused to bestow upon the French girl. Eleonore had, by the looks of it, stolen Sevastyan. She didn't need Viper's dignity as well.

"You... kick me there... And then vant me to answer your question?!"

Emerald orbs that had once regarded the man before her in unguarded adoration now narrowed with discussed at Sevastyan's reply that seemed to be a few octaves higher than his usual tone, thanks to her kick. "No, I expect you to gape at me like the clueless, randy goat you are." she bit back venomously. "Considering what you've done, an honest answer is the least you could do."

"I have no reason... That you aren't already aware of."

She fought the urge to wince at his seemingly neutral, and almost cold reply to her inquiry. The shards that stood where her heart once burned, full of fire, was now shattered to an almost nonexistent powder. So that was it? One spat that she was well aware of was a silly one, and Sevastyan heads off to shack up with another girl, and a student at that?! 

Her next round of questions sprang out like a wildfire, colliding and spreading to all. "So just for a small, idiotic spat you head off for a quickie with the French girl? Why her, hm? What was it that she has that you find so intriguing? What makes her so important that you'd throw away everything for her? Or was I just a fill-in for you until she reached legal age so you wouldn't be thrown in jail for groping a minor? Tell me, Sevastyan. please, enlighten me. What, is she prettier? Smarter? Sweeter? More provocative? What is it that has got you wrapped around her damn finger?"

"I take it I get the couch tonight?"

This time she couldn't stop the tears from cascading, though she still attempting to blink them away. A dry, hoarse laugh escaped her as she replied lowly, "You get what you deserve..." With that she conjured everything Sevastyan had ever given her, right down to every flower she had kept, preserved for the sake of what had been happy memories. Taking the pile, Viper threw it right to Sevastyan's face, giving him a slap in the process, with a string of unpleasant words in parseltongue in the process