The Rebound

"Now you wanted to go to the leaky Cauldron,"Nathaniel growled and stomped away, toward the pub. "Hurry up, So i can get you home." He called over her shoulder. He didn't stop until he got to the pub and marched up to the bar. He ordered two butter beers and got a key to a room, not really caring if Amaris fallowed him or not. He had tears in his eyes but he refused to let them fall down his face. She already thought he was weak, and he didn't need to give her any other reason to believe so.
He went up to the room opened the door and entered leaveing it opened not careing who desided to walk through the door weather it was Amaris or not.

Amaris scoffed at the tone of his voice. "Oh look who finally grew some." she hissed. Too bad that he could only be like that to a girl and probably not to any guy, because they would sure as hell beat the living crap out of him. Just another reason as to why she thought he was weak and pathetic. All that was left was for him to cry, then he would just be completely worthless. But he never started crying again, but he was probably just trying to act tough now, not that she believed he could he anywhere near tough.

She entered the pub a few short moments after him and watched as he ordered the butterbeers and got a room key. She raised an eyebrow as to what he was doing and she slowly followed him up to the room. Once she got there, though, she didn't exactly go in. Amaris stood at the door, her arms crossed over her stomach, looking the room over and making a face of disgust that wasn't exactly directed at the room itself but more to the guy inside.

Nat sat on the floor next to the bed holding the two butterbeers with his wrist propped up on his knees. He didn't look at Amaris and he didn't speak to her. Setting one of the drinks down on the floor next to him and taking a sip from the other. Tilting his head back he stared up at the ceiling for a few moments then glanced over at the door. "Butter Beer?" He asked unmoving the tone in his voice not changing from the one it had taken out side of the pub. "Or would the brat want something else? Possibly some firewisky?" he didn't believe she could handle the firewisky though he knew he sure as hell could.

Amaris scoffed at him, finally taking a step into the room. She looked at him and then at the butterbeer with an icy gaze and she frowned at his comment. Oh sure, she was the brat. Yet she wasn't the one that was moping around, over a dead girl and she wasn't the one who had forcefully kissed him. She stood on the opposite side of him, but she didn't sit down and she didn't take the butterbeer either. "You probably couldn't even handle any firewhiskey." she said in a tone that matched his. Her narrowed eyes stared down at him, as if challenging him.

"What do you think I had been drinking earlier?" Nathaniel asked Rising his eyebrow at her, but to prove it to her he picked up his wand and used it to summon a bottle of Fire Whisky and two glasses. "So?" he asked holding one empty glass and one butter beer out to her. She seemed to tower over him as she stood there, but he just looked up at her nonchalantly. "Which will it be?" he asked setting both down at her feet and pouring himself a shot and downing it in one swallow, before pouring another. he looked up at her with a questioning face.

"And what happened because you drank it?" she asked. "You were drunk and acres stupidly." she said. "That proves that you can't handle a drink like that." she added coldly. When he set the glass and butterbeer in front of her, Amaris finally sat down and pushed the butterbeer aside. She picked the glass up and sighed, pouring some firewhiskey in the glass. She tipped her head back and drank the firewhiskey. The burn going down her throat made her smile and she put the glass down, looking at Nathaniel with her smile fading.

"The burn is the best part," Nathaniel said smirking at Amaris and taking another drink. As he poured himself another drink. "More?" he asked rising an eyebrow at her once again. holding the bottle up as if to pour some of the amber liquid into her glass. Sighing tired of waiting for her answer he lifted the bottle its self to his lips taking a drink. "How about now?" he asked smirking at her setting the the bottle in between the two of them. "So what made you so much of a B****?" He asked, "Did daddy not give the little princess the pony she wanted for Christmas.

Amaris had just begun to reach for the bottle of firewhiskey when his comment made her stop. Her grip on the glass tightened until she broke it and the shards of glass fell on the floor. A large piece that was still in her hand, cut into her skin and she began to bleed. She looked up at him and the shards of glass began to float up into the air. She tried to calm herself down, but it wasn't exactly working and she sent one of the shards flying at him. It grazed his cheek and became stuck in the wall on the opposite side of the room. The rest of the shards fell back onto the floor and she began to stand up to leave. "I'm not going to be so nice next time." she hissed at him.

Nathaniel smiled and lifted his hand to his cheek. God she was hot when she was angry. "Hey Come back here?" he called standing up and running after her. "Amaris, at least let me fix up your hand." he called. He didn't like her, but he loved the way she made him feel. He felt alive, and he didn't understand. When he caught up to her he had to think of something else to make her hurt him again. But he couldn't think of anything. "Hit me," He said grabbing her wrist once again.

"Get away from me." she said. Her eyes had become a dark red color from the anger she felt and she pulled her hand away from him when he tried to grab it. Placing her hand on his chest to push him away, she could feel his heart beating and she frowned. Was he stupid? He wanted her to hit him again? She began to think that maybe he really did want to die alongside that Gryffindor. Amaris hissed at him and showed her fangs, her eyes covered by the shadows her bangs created in her face. "Gladly." she said, and she pushed him away, sending him back toward the wall where the shards of glass was stuck. The shards that had fallen onto the floor once more began to float up again and Amaris pointed her finger at one of them, making it move around a bit more than just letting it float in mid air. She walked toward the spot where Nathaniel was on the wall and she frowned at him.