-- my friends, go behind their backs and share their trade secrets. To tell @WinsomePrick the hows and the reasons that we slip from Gryffindor tower as night falls, would be to tell him how and where to find the likes of us-- of @FullMoonFiasco. He might be the closest with --

-- Sirius Black, but I'm the closest with him. We're ::all:: friends. It's asking me to out our secrets, and while I have before.. this one is quite a bit bigger. It's one that could get us caught, and put us in trouble. It ::could:: put @FullMoonFiasco in danger. --

-- Worrying my lips together and deflecting, I look out towards the trees that we'll pass through. If we weren't under a canopy of leaves right now, we'd see the peeking points of the top of it. "Silencing the portraits is not entirely hard, @WinsomePrick. You just have to --

-- find the right bribe for each.." It's not the secret, nor is it the information he truly wants. But it's a start. It's something that I hope I can get by with, because I-- I can't. I can't give them away! I won't. There are lines, and I've crossed them. But this? This --

-- is a ::leap:: over the line, and it makes me squirm where I sit to even think about it. Each guarding portrait has a bribe.. a pleasure.. they can ::all:: be bought. We've since stopped the need to do that, but even we had to get around in the beginning somehow.

It's a crying shame that @WinsomePrick knows me on a level that my dearest friends don't. It's a shame that he's has this all powerful secret, and do anything he wants with it; use it, abuse it, leak it however he pleases. Even worse? The worst sin of all? That I can't --

-- help the way my lips part for the run of his hand and fingers. I know he feels the way that I tense up, probably sees the way that I catch my breath and hold it painfully in my lungs as he bargains with me. I know I shouldn't cave. That's the thing. I ::always:: know the --

-- difference between right and wrong, what I shouldn't and shouldn't do. I just can't stop myself from caving and tipping the line of sins and saccharine promises. I always cave. Fists balling at my sides, I shake my head as if it'll actually clear the thoughts. With --

-- @WinsomePrick's lean and how coming back to leaves me looking at the grin he gives when he asks, it's clear to see that it didn't work. Internally, I feel the snip; another tie cut that keeps tied to reality and the rightful side. I'll be dead someday, I tell myself. --

-- They'll all find me out, cast me aside, and I will live with that guilt until my dying breath. Another tie cut, another cut of fault swallowed. Exhaling, the sound is shaky at best, but it breathes the words that I know @WinsomePrick wants to hear. I'm expendable. If I --

-- don't say yes, he'll find someone else, and I'll be deemed useless. U s e l e s s. It's the fact that I ::can:: give him what he needs on the idea that he'll play on what I need, the fact that I'm ::useful:: that makes me nod. "Not tonight, @WinsomePrick. --

-- It's the first day, and nobody will be sleeping. The first years will be too excited. Give it three days, and---- and I'll show you, #Lucius. I'll teach you how to bribe your way out of the castle." It's not all we do. But it'll get @WinsomePrick out at least once. --

-- It'll do.. ::for now::.

I thought I flipped this account forever ago tbh.