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“After all, the way you and your friends prance around here like you own the place...”

“Oh, like you’re to talk...”

“That’s different.” Jungkook grinned nastily, “Far as you’re concerned, Jimin, I do own the place.”

“Can you get anymore conceited?”

“You know what they say; ‘It’s not bragging if it’s true’.” Jungkook was smirking now, far more comfortable in his natural element of teasing Jimin He moved so that his back was resting against the headboard, Jimin’s ankle balanced on top of his “You can believe all you want about being the ‘greatest wizard ever’, but deep down, you know you’re nothing.”

The comment was so close to what Jimin often thought about himself that he was caught momentarily without reply. He was more bothered by Jungkook’s insight than his attempt at an insult. The blond boy was looking very pleased with himself, cleaning his spoon of pudding with an agile tongue.

Jimin said the first thought that came to mind; “Well, puts us on the same level, don’t it?”

Jungkook froze in the act of licking his fingers, pale and startled. “What do you know?” he snarled harshly.

“Only what I see,” Jimin said, the words coming out softer than he intended

Any further conversation was halted when Kim Namjoon burst in the room, all windblown red hair and freckles.

“Jimin!” Namjoon stopped, eyes riveted to their overlapping feet. “I am so sorry,” he said fervently, looking like he had just signed his best friend’s death warrant.

“You should be,” Jungkook replied, reverting to being sulky and annoyed. “You’re the first one I’m going after when this mess is fixed.”

Namjoon favored Jungkook with a look normally reserved that really icky something found on the bottom of your shoe after walking through a swamp. “Go ahead and try.”

“Believe me, I intend to.”

Jimin sighed and buried his head in his hands. Maybe he could just throw himself from the top of a tower, surely they could find a way to defeat Voldemort on their own, and he could just end his suffering in peace.

“Oh Jimin! I’m so sorry!” Hoseok burst into the room then, nearly bowling over Namjoon in the process. Jimin freed one hand from his face and waved it reassuringly.

“I know, I know. It’s okay.” It wasn’t, but it also wasn’t as though everyone being upset and apologetic was going to solve anything.

“Good, you’re all here,” Madam Pomfrey said, striding into the room. She nudged aside Hoseok and placed the book with the offending spell on a table. “Now listen up cause I’m only going to explain this once! Now, the spell you found has been banned for the past one hundred and seventy years, with good reason. It was originally designed from an old love spell. It works by binding your life force and emotions with that of your enemy’s.

Thus, when you are hurt or injured, your enemy experiences the same pain. It’s doubled when they cause the pain themselves and if you get killed, they die too.

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