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Zane was quick to slide into the car, and as he did so his eyes went wide at the sheer beauty of it all; the leather seats, the hi-tech dashboard, among other things which just seemed to make the car a perfect machine. No wonder they bought it… he thought to himself as he buckled the seat belt, just in time it seemed, before Vicki began her adventure out of the garage and into the open world.

As quickly as they had exited, they began speeding down the road, and Zane gulped at the sudden speed. Not that he cared; he could run just as quick as this, but to be sitting there at such speeds did come as a slight shock, and Zane understood now how Vicki was probably most used to his running speeds vicariously, through the use of her driving lessons.

Zane watched as the blurs passed them both by, not giving him even a single moment to focus on any object of the outside world. Rather, it seemed to just all merge into one, and Vicki and Zane simply penetrated the blur. He looked over to her, noticing her nonchalant attitude as he raised an eyebrow.

“You’re mad, you know?”

To some the simple comment that hung in the silent air, uttered by Zane, would have been an insult of the highest order; to Vicki, on the other hand, it was a compliment of the highest degree. If madness was clear in her actions, she was doing something right; fuck sanity. She looked at Zane for an extended few seconds, not even thinking to look back at the road ahead. She simply gazed at him, her lashes blinking furiously, her face expressionless. A small laugh broke the silence, and she turned her attention back to driving. 

“So…” She began, the word ringing in the silence of the car “…as much as my parents are the last thing I ever wish to discuss- I would love to hear what you though of all of that.” Vicki said with a scoff, thinking back for a moment on the previous event the two of them had escaped together. 

“They aren’t very nice.” He said the words almost immediately after she asked, and he frowned and huffed as he leant back in the leather seat, feeling a bubbling anger well up inside him at the sheer thought of them both. “Why are they like that, Vicki? It’s mean and nasty and not nice…” He looked over to her, raising an eyebrow as he did so, before he cleared his throat and finally said.

“I don’t want you to see them any more.”

The question he posed was childish and nonsensical; it may as well have been rhetorical, for there was no response to offer that would ever answer the question properly. Vicki sneaked side glances at Zane, her foot proceeding to slowly press harder and harder on the gas pedal; their speed reaching dangerous heights. Vicki huffed, throwing herself against the back of the seat, her mood turning from calm to annoyed in a millisecond. She drummed her nails against the wheel, the clicking sound echoing in the dull silence of the car.

“They’re too bored with their fucking lives. That’s why!” She snapped. Vicki didn’t know why she had turned back into the cold, spiteful, and bitter version of herself, but every thought she had in the moment was cynical and fatalistic. “They regret the choices they’ve made that have lead them to misery, so they force other people around them into their own personal versions of hellish existence. Misery loves company; My parents are miserable, and surrounded by dozens of people who are exactly like them.” She shook her head, scoffing again with displeasure. 

But when Zane made his final comment, Vicki’s annoyance turned to anger quicker than she thought possible. “What!?” She screeched at him, nearly losing control of the wheel she was wielding. “What kind of a person says something like that?” She snapped fiercely. “Do you really not get it? Do you really not understand a damn thing about my situation?”

Zane’s eyes went wide at her sudden change of mood, and he couldn’t help but gulp as he noticed the atmosphere change before him, though he chose to just sit and listen to what she had to say. It appeared, however, that it wasn’t the best thing to do, as soon she was practically screeching at him, which almost cost the two of them their lives through careless driving on her part, not that it was her fault. Zane raised an eyebrow, before shaking his head.

“No Vicki! I don’t understand!” He said it simply and honestly, because he truly didn’t. “I don’t understand why they are so mean, and I don’t understand why you must stay there with them. I know that you should forgive, that’s a very important thing, but if someone was mean to me all the time… people would tell me to go too!”

His response did nothing to ease Vicki’s mood; she brought a hand to her head, methodically rubbing her temple with her fingers, her eyes focused on the road. She began to gnaw against her teeth, her body going rigid with tension; an attempt at calm was failing her. Vicki took a deep inhale of breath, and exhaled slowly, pursing her lips. She could not even look at Zane for fear of what she would do or say to him; it was not that she was blaming him for who he was, but it appeared she was at her wit’s end with him this evening. 

“I don’t know why I need to justify, or explain this any further. But I will.” She began, speaking through her teeth. “Firstly, I have no intention of forgiving my parents, because I’m not angry with my parents. I don’t give a fuck about my parents; their lives, their expectations, or their rules. Do you understand that?” She said harshly, not being able to keep her tone settled. “Secondly, I will tell you this once, and only once- so do listen. I have no intention or want to live a meager or poor lifestyle. Call me selfish, superficial, and a whole other slue of insults; I don’t care. This is who I am, and this is who I will forever be. This lifestyle is dependent upon my parents approval though; up until I am of legal age. At that point I can collect my trust fun, and do away with them. Clearly, I am not of legal age, yet.” She said quietly, but the whisper was hauntingly terrifying. 

“Besides- they aren’t being mean. They are being themselves.”

“I… I uh…” He didn’t know what to say, in all honesty. In fact, he couldn’t even say a thing, he had practically been stunned into a silence that not even he himself could break out of. He chewed on his lower lip, wondering and thinking of how he could fix it, though there was nothing he could possibly say that would make it any better.

“Uh… I can help? Yeah, I can do that! I can give you money, Vicki! See? You don’t need them! See? We can get money another way, see?” He looked over to her for a moment, before looking away and frowning as his gaze turned to the blackened window which showed nothing but a blur, as it had done throughout their journey.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt no more…”

“Will you shut up!?” 

The inflection of the insult was sharp, ringing through the car, bringing complete silence. Without a thought or further word, Vicki slammed down on the breaks, and turned the wheel sharply. The car screeched to a halt on the side of the road, nearly throwing them into the ditch below. She turned to Zane with a violent motion, rounding in on him. “Do you think I don’t realize what kind of financial position you are in? Do you think I want your money? That suggestion was foolish, and clearly no thought was put into it. When you say shit like that Zane, it fucking hurts me. It degrades my intelligence, and my pride.”

“There is very few possibilities for me to earn money- both of them involve copious amounts of sex. I can either get married to some rich bastard, or become a call girl. Whichever you prefer. My future isn’t in the Ministry of Magic, or St. Mungo’s- I’m not going to suddenly become a working professional Zane. Wake up, and realize that.” She said bitterly, eyeing him angrily. “Keeping around my parents is a way out from those options; and I’m gladly taking it.” She said, and snatched at the door handle, throwing the it open, and stepping outside. She slammed the door shut, as she began to walk away from the car, bare foot. She snatched a cigarette from the folds of her dress, lit it with ease, and welcomed the familiar smell of tobacco. 

Her single sentence caused him to slip back into silence once more, with no means of escape. It cut deep, really, and once again Zane was forced to listen to every single word directed at him, and they were words he simply couldn’t ignore; not this time.

Who was he kidding? He couldn’t fool anyone; not even he himself. It was stupid of him to think he could help her, and stupid of him to even suggest at the idea of it. It was stupid of him to think he could even fit in with her really; she was so… and he was so… they were just so… different. How on Earth could he have believed that it would work, that she would care and he would care and things would just be okay, just like that? Well… wherever he had got the idea from, it had somehow been destroyed, crashed and burned right down to the ground, with not a single stepping stone or starting foundation left. Now, he only knew but one thing:

He didn’t belong here.

With a gulp, he unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door and stepped out of the car. He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself as he shut the door to the car quietly, all the while turning to face Vicki, who was facing away from him and into the night, smoking on a cigarette as she always did. He sighed.

He turned away from her, taking in the sight and remembering it, before he took a deep breath and, in the blink of an eye, he ran off into the night.

Gone.

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Zane was quick to slide into the car, and as he did so his eyes went wide at the sheer beauty of it all; the leather seats, the hi-tech dashboard, among other things which just seemed to make the car a perfect machine. No wonder they bought it… he thought to himself as he buckled the seat belt, just in time it seemed, before Vicki began her adventure out of the garage and into the open world.

As quickly as they had exited, they began speeding down the road, and Zane gulped at the sudden speed. Not that he cared; he could run just as quick as this, but to be sitting there at such speeds did come as a slight shock, and Zane understood now how Vicki was probably most used to his running speeds vicariously, through the use of her driving lessons.

Zane watched as the blurs passed them both by, not giving him even a single moment to focus on any object of the outside world. Rather, it seemed to just all merge into one, and Vicki and Zane simply penetrated the blur. He looked over to her, noticing her nonchalant attitude as he raised an eyebrow.

“You’re mad, you know?”

To some the simple comment that hung in the silent air, uttered by Zane, would have been an insult of the highest order; to Vicki, on the other hand, it was a compliment of the highest degree. If madness was clear in her actions, she was doing something right; fuck sanity. She looked at Zane for an extended few seconds, not even thinking to look back at the road ahead. She simply gazed at him, her lashes blinking furiously, her face expressionless. A small laugh broke the silence, and she turned her attention back to driving. 

“So…” She began, the word ringing in the silence of the car “…as much as my parents are the last thing I ever wish to discuss- I would love to hear what you though of all of that.” Vicki said with a scoff, thinking back for a moment on the previous event the two of them had escaped together. 

“They aren’t very nice.” He said the words almost immediately after she asked, and he frowned and huffed as he leant back in the leather seat, feeling a bubbling anger well up inside him at the sheer thought of them both. “Why are they like that, Vicki? It’s mean and nasty and not nice…” He looked over to her, raising an eyebrow as he did so, before he cleared his throat and finally said.

“I don’t want you to see them any more.”

The question he posed was childish and nonsensical; it may as well have been rhetorical, for there was no response to offer that would ever answer the question properly. Vicki sneaked side glances at Zane, her foot proceeding to slowly press harder and harder on the gas pedal; their speed reaching dangerous heights. Vicki huffed, throwing herself against the back of the seat, her mood turning from calm to annoyed in a millisecond. She drummed her nails against the wheel, the clicking sound echoing in the dull silence of the car.

“They’re too bored with their fucking lives. That’s why!” She snapped. Vicki didn’t know why she had turned back into the cold, spiteful, and bitter version of herself, but every thought she had in the moment was cynical and fatalistic. “They regret the choices they’ve made that have lead them to misery, so they force other people around them into their own personal versions of hellish existence. Misery loves company; My parents are miserable, and surrounded by dozens of people who are exactly like them.” She shook her head, scoffing again with displeasure. 

But when Zane made his final comment, Vicki’s annoyance turned to anger quicker than she thought possible. “What!?” She screeched at him, nearly losing control of the wheel she was wielding. “What kind of a person says something like that?” She snapped fiercely. “Do you really not get it? Do you really not understand a damn thing about my situation?”

Zane’s eyes went wide at her sudden change of mood, and he couldn’t help but gulp as he noticed the atmosphere change before him, though he chose to just sit and listen to what she had to say. It appeared, however, that it wasn’t the best thing to do, as soon she was practically screeching at him, which almost cost the two of them their lives through careless driving on her part, not that it was her fault. Zane raised an eyebrow, before shaking his head.

“No Vicki! I don’t understand!” He said it simply and honestly, because he truly didn’t. “I don’t understand why they are so mean, and I don’t understand why you must stay there with them. I know that you should forgive, that’s a very important thing, but if someone was mean to me all the time… people would tell me to go too!”

His response did nothing to ease Vicki’s mood; she brought a hand to her head, methodically rubbing her temple with her fingers, her eyes focused on the road. She began to gnaw against her teeth, her body going rigid with tension; an attempt at calm was failing her. Vicki took a deep inhale of breath, and exhaled slowly, pursing her lips. She could not even look at Zane for fear of what she would do or say to him; it was not that she was blaming him for who he was, but it appeared she was at her wit’s end with him this evening. 

“I don’t know why I need to justify, or explain this any further. But I will.” She began, speaking through her teeth. “Firstly, I have no intention of forgiving my parents, because I’m not angry with my parents. I don’t give a fuck about my parents; their lives, their expectations, or their rules. Do you understand that?” She said harshly, not being able to keep her tone settled. “Secondly, I will tell you this once, and only once- so do listen. I have no intention or want to live a meager or poor lifestyle. Call me selfish, superficial, and a whole other slue of insults; I don’t care. This is who I am, and this is who I will forever be. This lifestyle is dependent upon my parents approval though; up until I am of legal age. At that point I can collect my trust fun, and do away with them. Clearly, I am not of legal age, yet.” She said quietly, but the whisper was hauntingly terrifying. 

“Besides- they aren’t being mean. They are being themselves.”

“I… I uh…” He didn’t know what to say, in all honesty. In fact, he couldn’t even say a thing, he had practically been stunned into a silence that not even he himself could break out of. He chewed on his lower lip, wondering and thinking of how he could fix it, though there was nothing he could possibly say that would make it any better.

“Uh… I can help? Yeah, I can do that! I can give you money, Vicki! See? You don’t need them! See? We can get money another way, see?” He looked over to her for a moment, before looking away and frowning as his gaze turned to the blackened window which showed nothing but a blur, as it had done throughout their journey.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt no more…”

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Zane was quick to slide into the car, and as he did so his eyes went wide at the sheer beauty of it all; the leather seats, the hi-tech dashboard, among other things which just seemed to make the car a perfect machine. No wonder they bought it… he thought to himself as he buckled the seat belt, just in time it seemed, before Vicki began her adventure out of the garage and into the open world.

As quickly as they had exited, they began speeding down the road, and Zane gulped at the sudden speed. Not that he cared; he could run just as quick as this, but to be sitting there at such speeds did come as a slight shock, and Zane understood now how Vicki was probably most used to his running speeds vicariously, through the use of her driving lessons.

Zane watched as the blurs passed them both by, not giving him even a single moment to focus on any object of the outside world. Rather, it seemed to just all merge into one, and Vicki and Zane simply penetrated the blur. He looked over to her, noticing her nonchalant attitude as he raised an eyebrow.

“You’re mad, you know?”

To some the simple comment that hung in the silent air, uttered by Zane, would have been an insult of the highest order; to Vicki, on the other hand, it was a compliment of the highest degree. If madness was clear in her actions, she was doing something right; fuck sanity. She looked at Zane for an extended few seconds, not even thinking to look back at the road ahead. She simply gazed at him, her lashes blinking furiously, her face expressionless. A small laugh broke the silence, and she turned her attention back to driving. 

“So…” She began, the word ringing in the silence of the car “…as much as my parents are the last thing I ever wish to discuss- I would love to hear what you though of all of that.” Vicki said with a scoff, thinking back for a moment on the previous event the two of them had escaped together. 

“They aren’t very nice.” He said the words almost immediately after she asked, and he frowned and huffed as he leant back in the leather seat, feeling a bubbling anger well up inside him at the sheer thought of them both. “Why are they like that, Vicki? It’s mean and nasty and not nice…” He looked over to her, raising an eyebrow as he did so, before he cleared his throat and finally said.

“I don’t want you to see them any more.”

The question he posed was childish and nonsensical; it may as well have been rhetorical, for there was no response to offer that would ever answer the question properly. Vicki sneaked side glances at Zane, her foot proceeding to slowly press harder and harder on the gas pedal; their speed reaching dangerous heights. Vicki huffed, throwing herself against the back of the seat, her mood turning from calm to annoyed in a millisecond. She drummed her nails against the wheel, the clicking sound echoing in the dull silence of the car.

“They’re too bored with their fucking lives. That’s why!” She snapped. Vicki didn’t know why she had turned back into the cold, spiteful, and bitter version of herself, but every thought she had in the moment was cynical and fatalistic. “They regret the choices they’ve made that have lead them to misery, so they force other people around them into their own personal versions of hellish existence. Misery loves company; My parents are miserable, and surrounded by dozens of people who are exactly like them.” She shook her head, scoffing again with displeasure. 

But when Zane made his final comment, Vicki’s annoyance turned to anger quicker than she thought possible. “What!?” She screeched at him, nearly losing control of the wheel she was wielding. “What kind of a person says something like that?” She snapped fiercely. “Do you really not get it? Do you really not understand a damn thing about my situation?”

Zane’s eyes went wide at her sudden change of mood, and he couldn’t help but gulp as he noticed the atmosphere change before him, though he chose to just sit and listen to what she had to say. It appeared, however, that it wasn’t the best thing to do, as soon she was practically screeching at him, which almost cost the two of them their lives through careless driving on her part, not that it was her fault. Zane raised an eyebrow, before shaking his head.

“No Vicki! I don’t understand!” He said it simply and honestly, because he truly didn’t. “I don’t understand why they are so mean, and I don’t understand why you must stay there with them. I know that you should forgive, that’s a very important thing, but if someone was mean to me all the time… people would tell me to go too!”

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Zane was quick to slide into the car, and as he did so his eyes went wide at the sheer beauty of it all; the leather seats, the hi-tech dashboard, among other things which just seemed to make the car a perfect machine. No wonder they bought it… he thought to himself as he buckled the seat belt, just in time it seemed, before Vicki began her adventure out of the garage and into the open world.

As quickly as they had exited, they began speeding down the road, and Zane gulped at the sudden speed. Not that he cared; he could run just as quick as this, but to be sitting there at such speeds did come as a slight shock, and Zane understood now how Vicki was probably most used to his running speeds vicariously, through the use of her driving lessons.

Zane watched as the blurs passed them both by, not giving him even a single moment to focus on any object of the outside world. Rather, it seemed to just all merge into one, and Vicki and Zane simply penetrated the blur. He looked over to her, noticing her nonchalant attitude as he raised an eyebrow.

“You’re mad, you know?”

To some the simple comment that hung in the silent air, uttered by Zane, would have been an insult of the highest order; to Vicki, on the other hand, it was a compliment of the highest degree. If madness was clear in her actions, she was doing something right; fuck sanity. She looked at Zane for an extended few seconds, not even thinking to look back at the road ahead. She simply gazed at him, her lashes blinking furiously, her face expressionless. A small laugh broke the silence, and she turned her attention back to driving. 

“So…” She began, the word ringing in the silence of the car “…as much as my parents are the last thing I ever wish to discuss- I would love to hear what you though of all of that.” Vicki said with a scoff, thinking back for a moment on the previous event the two of them had escaped together. 

“They aren’t very nice.” He said the words almost immediately after she asked, and he frowned and huffed as he leant back in the leather seat, feeling a bubbling anger well up inside him at the sheer thought of them both. “Why are they like that, Vicki? It’s mean and nasty and not nice…” He looked over to her, raising an eyebrow as he did so, before he cleared his throat and finally said.

“I don’t want you to see them any more.”

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He watched her closely, smiling as she scolded him; at least she was back to her usual self, and of course Zane wouldn’t have it any other way. Not at all. Soon after, her words of explanation came, and Zane’s eyes went wide at first; he wasn’t too sure what to truly say to him, but it seemed that it didn’t matter, for her own question brought out another explanation, and he couldn’t help but smile wholeheartedly as she spoke, and as she directed him to, he did indeed feel extremely proud of himself. So very proud, of himself and her.

It seemed she was working quickly, because before he could speak up she had ran over to him excitedly, a smile plastered to her face and he raised an eyebrow to her, waiting and wondering what she could be thinking of, though soon she would answer that question too. Her whisper travelled through his being, causing slight shivers to creep in, and his eyes locked onto her own, brightly lit ones as he gulped.

Soon, she was running once more, and he was quick to follow. “Vicki! Come back!” He yelled to her, though he couldn’t help but laugh; she had caught him by complete surprise, which was usually something he would do to her, rather than the other way around, though he wouldn’t have it any other way. As she swerved, he swerved too, and as they continued on, he couldn’t help but let his curious nature question.

“Where are we going Vicki?!”

The feel of earth underneath her bare feet only made Vicki run faster, leaving Zane trailing behind. She chose to ignore his question; he would see soon enough. Vicki ran around the offset stone building attached to the house, to come to the front siding. Two large wooden paneled doors faced her now, and she looked back at them, thinking for a moment. Zane appeared soon after, panting behind her, still apparently vividly curious as to what they were doing. Vicki looked up and down the height of the doors, scouring her mind for something in particular. With a blink of her eyes she leaned in and whispered a choice word; stepping back, the doors slid up quickly, parting the way for the two of them. 

Vicki stepped inside immediately, and motioned Zane to join her. Before them were six or so objects very large objects, covered in tarps to keep the dust away. Vicki looked to Zane and smiled, as she paced around running her hand on one of the objects. “Now let me see if I remember correctly; a black Aston Martin.” She said before flipping the edge of the tarp away, pulling the material back and discarding it; revealing a shining black sports car. For a moment Vicki stood admiring the perfect piece of a machinery. 

“These…” She began, motioning around them. “…are some of my father’s many vices, and his best kept ones at that.” She explained to Zane, beginning to pace again. “The finest muggle sports’ cars; most are imported, costing a small fortune each. But you know what they say; boys love their toys.” She said with a laugh, eyeing Zane. “Brooms won’t do the trick anymore after you have a spin in one of these.” Vicki explained as she walked to a table at the back of the garage, placing her things aside. She opened a small cupboard; inside were monogrammed keys, hanging on hooks. 

“I convinced my father to teach me how to drive one summer. One might ask how I ever managed that, but lets just say I promised I would forget about a certain incident I viewed in his office; a blonde twat bent over his desk. That man would do anything to keep my mother subdued, apparently.” Vicki expressed the statement with the grimace, before snatching a particular key off the hook, and walking back to the sleek black car. She twirled the key around her finger, looking back at Zane, and tilted her head at him. 

“So, what do you say?”

Zane followed her, knowing that if she didn’t answer it simply meant that the answer would appear to him soon enough, and surely it did, for they both stood before a building of sorts, which soon opened up into a room full of… hidden items, it seemed. Zane raised an eyebrow, wondering what it really had to do with anything though he could probably guess or assume.

As she spoke, he found it to be correct that it was cars that lay underneath the black-stained sheets, and he couldn’t help but gasp slightly at the fact. There had to be at least six or so cars here, each costing a small lump sum and Zane couldn’t help but feel that it was… almost a waste. Wasn’t one car enough? Though he daren’t ask Vicki that right now; she’d probably never thought of it that way anyway, it wasn’t her fault after all.

Zane’s eyes quickly turned to the black Aston Martin and his eyes went wide at the sight; it was far, far better than he expected, and to be told that they were about to ride in a car so elegant, Zane simply couldn’t say no. He watched then as Vicki reached for the keys to the car, admitting her ability to drive, and instantly Zane grinned as he nodded his head vehemently, excitement coursing through his being as he spoke.

“I’d be silly to say no! C’mon! Let’s go let’s go!”

A devilish smile crept onto Vicki’s lips as Zane uttered his exuberant response; it was exactly what she wanted to hear. With a click of a button the car’s lights flashed, unlocking the doors for the two of them. Vicki slipped into the driver’s side of the car with ease; the distinct feeling of leather running down her bare back as she leaned into the seat waiting for Zane to follow suit. She chose to keep her heels off; they would certainly pose only danger in this circumstance. She glanced over to see Zane settled, and immediately put the key in the ignition; the engine purred almost soundlessly. 

She adjusted the rear-view mirror, entirely ignoring her seat-belt. Vicki gave one final glance over to Zane before wrapping her fingers around the stick shift, pushing it into first gear, and touching the gas pedal with ease. The car started with perfection, exiting the garage; Vicki looked to see that the remainder of the valuables would be stored safely, as the doors magically closed behind them. She drove down the path relatively slowly, approaching the gate, which soon to opened for them. As the vehicle turned to the main road though, Vicki shifted through the gears with expert speed; the car willing to her handiwork. 

The arrow on the speedometer lurched forward quickly, rising rapidly with every press of the gas pedal. Vicki’s face was expressionless as she looked out into the dark road, only one hand on the wheel. 

Zane was quick to slide into the car, and as he did so his eyes went wide at the sheer beauty of it all; the leather seats, the hi-tech dashboard, among other things which just seemed to make the car a perfect machine. No wonder they bought it… he thought to himself as he buckled the seat belt, just in time it seemed, before Vicki began her adventure out of the garage and into the open world.

As quickly as they had exited, they began speeding down the road, and Zane gulped at the sudden speed. Not that he cared; he could run just as quick as this, but to be sitting there at such speeds did come as a slight shock, and Zane understood now how Vicki was probably most used to his running speeds vicariously, through the use of her driving lessons.

Zane watched as the blurs passed them both by, not giving him even a single moment to focus on any object of the outside world. Rather, it seemed to just all merge into one, and Vicki and Zane simply penetrated the blur. He looked over to her, noticing her nonchalant attitude as he raised an eyebrow.

“You’re mad, you know?”

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He watched her closely, smiling as she scolded him; at least she was back to her usual self, and of course Zane wouldn’t have it any other way. Not at all. Soon after, her words of explanation came, and Zane’s eyes went wide at first; he wasn’t too sure what to truly say to him, but it seemed that it didn’t matter, for her own question brought out another explanation, and he couldn’t help but smile wholeheartedly as she spoke, and as she directed him to, he did indeed feel extremely proud of himself. So very proud, of himself and her.

It seemed she was working quickly, because before he could speak up she had ran over to him excitedly, a smile plastered to her face and he raised an eyebrow to her, waiting and wondering what she could be thinking of, though soon she would answer that question too. Her whisper travelled through his being, causing slight shivers to creep in, and his eyes locked onto her own, brightly lit ones as he gulped.

Soon, she was running once more, and he was quick to follow. “Vicki! Come back!” He yelled to her, though he couldn’t help but laugh; she had caught him by complete surprise, which was usually something he would do to her, rather than the other way around, though he wouldn’t have it any other way. As she swerved, he swerved too, and as they continued on, he couldn’t help but let his curious nature question.

“Where are we going Vicki?!”

The feel of earth underneath her bare feet only made Vicki run faster, leaving Zane trailing behind. She chose to ignore his question; he would see soon enough. Vicki ran around the offset stone building attached to the house, to come to the front siding. Two large wooden paneled doors faced her now, and she looked back at them, thinking for a moment. Zane appeared soon after, panting behind her, still apparently vividly curious as to what they were doing. Vicki looked up and down the height of the doors, scouring her mind for something in particular. With a blink of her eyes she leaned in and whispered a choice word; stepping back, the doors slid up quickly, parting the way for the two of them. 

Vicki stepped inside immediately, and motioned Zane to join her. Before them were six or so objects very large objects, covered in tarps to keep the dust away. Vicki looked to Zane and smiled, as she paced around running her hand on one of the objects. “Now let me see if I remember correctly; a black Aston Martin.” She said before flipping the edge of the tarp away, pulling the material back and discarding it; revealing a shining black sports car. For a moment Vicki stood admiring the perfect piece of a machinery. 

“These…” She began, motioning around them. “…are some of my father’s many vices, and his best kept ones at that.” She explained to Zane, beginning to pace again. “The finest muggle sports’ cars; most are imported, costing a small fortune each. But you know what they say; boys love their toys.” She said with a laugh, eyeing Zane. “Brooms won’t do the trick anymore after you have a spin in one of these.” Vicki explained as she walked to a table at the back of the garage, placing her things aside. She opened a small cupboard; inside were monogrammed keys, hanging on hooks. 

“I convinced my father to teach me how to drive one summer. One might ask how I ever managed that, but lets just say I promised I would forget about a certain incident I viewed in his office; a blonde twat bent over his desk. That man would do anything to keep my mother subdued, apparently.” Vicki expressed the statement with the grimace, before snatching a particular key off the hook, and walking back to the sleek black car. She twirled the key around her finger, looking back at Zane, and tilted her head at him. 

“So, what do you say?”

Zane followed her, knowing that if she didn’t answer it simply meant that the answer would appear to him soon enough, and surely it did, for they both stood before a building of sorts, which soon opened up into a room full of… hidden items, it seemed. Zane raised an eyebrow, wondering what it really had to do with anything though he could probably guess or assume.

As she spoke, he found it to be correct that it was cars that lay underneath the black-stained sheets, and he couldn’t help but gasp slightly at the fact. There had to be at least six or so cars here, each costing a small lump sum and Zane couldn’t help but feel that it was… almost a waste. Wasn’t one car enough? Though he daren’t ask Vicki that right now; she’d probably never thought of it that way anyway, it wasn’t her fault after all.

Zane’s eyes quickly turned to the black Aston Martin and his eyes went wide at the sight; it was far, far better than he expected, and to be told that they were about to ride in a car so elegant, Zane simply couldn’t say no. He watched then as Vicki reached for the keys to the car, admitting her ability to drive, and instantly Zane grinned as he nodded his head vehemently, excitement coursing through his being as he spoke.

“I’d be silly to say no! C’mon! Let’s go let’s go!”

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Zane furrowed his brows when they both stood in silence for a moment, but it was Vicki who warmed up to answer his question first, but it was unlike anything he’s ever heard before. He didn’t understand, really, but he listened non-the-less. Suddenly, however, her explanation was cut short, and Zane’s eyes went wide as she leaned into him after the slap she received from… her own mother.

“Hey!” He whispered harshly to the woman as he pulled Vicki in closer, protecting her. He looked to see the people, staring once more only to be consoled by a man whom Zane couldn’t recognise, though he would assume that, purely out of what he’d heard, it was Vicki’s father. Zane shook his head as he looked to the lady before him, and he chuckled.

“Lady, if that’s your job, to keep innocence… people just saw you slap your daughter. That’s not very good… but its okay; we all make mistakes sometimes!” He put on his biggest of grins as he continued. “What does Mr Chambers do? Does he fight bad guys? Did he fight in the war? My Papa fought in the war… he defeated the big bad wolf; Fenrir Greyback! Did Mr Chambers help? What does he do now? How come you don’t do nothing?”

The perpetual disappointment Vicki had faced in terms of her parents over the years had entirely numbed her to any and all actions from the pair; short of claiming that she was an illegitimate child, Vicki had endured every insult imaginable. The simple fact that she hadn’t been disowned from the family years ago remained a shock, and slight disappointment to her. Now here she was in a position she had found herself in countless times; facing her mother after a bitter argument of sorts, which Vicki almost always lost. Her parents had much too much control over her life; they held everything above her head, and if she were to make one false move too many, everything would come crashing down around her. That was a guarantee.

Vicki remained poised and silent, not daring to bring a hand to her smarting cheek; that would be a show of standing down. There were hundreds of words Vicki could have spat at her mother in the moment; thousands of nonsensical insults she could have hurled at the woman. But her lips remained sealed; not as a sign of weakness, or a lack in strength. Her silence simply showed her apathy to the entire situation. Nothing mattered anymore, did it?

Zane’s questions were dull in her mind, fading in further in her ears; she could hardly make out the precise words. She was too focused on looking at all possible exit opportunities; a contingency plan to remove herself from the hellish situation. Her father appeared at his wife’s side only to hear the last parts of Zane’s questioning. The man stood rigid, and tall; imposing his power upon every person around him. “Victoria.” He nodded to his daughter; no sign of affections were shown, no looks of joy were passed. The father and daughter were worlds apart; they always had been. 

“Now, now, there’s no need for a scene to be caused. Isn’t that right Jacqueline?” Her father spoke sternly, apparently scolding each member of the so-called scene that had taken place. Her father’s gaze lingered on Zane, and Vicki could hear the words in her mind before he even spoke. “Perhaps it is best that your guest leaves, Victoria. It does not seem to be his place, and I certainly don’t wish for any more trouble to be caused.”

Vicki’s response was quick and sharp; the opposite of her father’s methodical choice of words. “Fine. If he goes, I’m leaving too. And I think we’ve all seen what kind dramatic exits I can make.” She said simply, looking to Zane quickly. 

Zane raised an eyebrow as the father showed himself, and instantly Zane stood tall and proud, in front of Vicki who seemed to have lost her voice. Zane, therefore, comforted her, and swore that he instead would be the voice; the voice in her name. As the father spoke, Zane couldn’t help but growl slightly, suddenly disliking the scene he was in; it was unfair, and Vicki shouldn’t have to stay here. Frankly, Zane wouldn’t let her.

“Forgive me, Sir, but can you explain why I don’t belong here? Is it because you don’t know me that I don’t belong here, Sir? Or maybe it’s because I don’t have much money, Sir. Is it because I ask questions like any teenager should, Sir? Or is it because i’m friends with your daughter, Sir? She’s a very nice lady, you know? But I wonder if you see that… it sure doesn’t look like it.” He tilted his head to the side, feeling curious, though he continued on nevertheless.

“Frankly, Sir, if they’re the reasons, then a lot of people don’t belong here; I don’t know anybody in this room except Vicki. Nobody here asks questions, either. Nobody seems to be a friend here at all; all they care about is what they look like, and really… I don’t care about that.” He shrugged his shoulders once more, suddenly realising, and with a grin he spoke again.

“Maybe you’re right… maybe I don’t belong here. But it’s not because I don’t have any money, or i’m not well known, or I ask questions. No… it’s because you care about money so much, that you forget that you have a daughter, and a wife, and a family. Just like your wife forgets she has a husband and a daughter, and consequently… your daughter forgets that she has a mum and a dad. And really, Sir, I don’t want to be in a place where that happens; i’d much rather be poor, but be surrounded by people who love me, and whom I love right back. People who I can talk to, and have fun with, without being judged by someone who doesn’t even take their time to get to know their own guests, whom they invited to their own party.”

He looked over to Vicki at that moment, pulling her in close to him so that she knew that he was there for her; sure, she may kill him for what he’s said, but Zane always was honest, but always in a polite way, never a rude way…

“So… I think we will leave. Me and Vicki, I mean. We will leave and we will go and watch movies, and eat all the food in the world, and I will be happy because she is my best friend, and I am her best friend. She doesn’t say it a lot… but I believe it. I wish you could see how great she is. Maybe one day, something will happen, and you’ll see. I hope you do. I mean; money doesn’t last forever. But friendship does. Love does. I’d rather be there…”

“Oh… and your food sucks arse. Just saying.”

Not a single person had ever stuck by Vicki in the entirety of her existence; no one cared enough to put themselves in harms way; no cared enough to even attempt to comprehend the sheer broken and confused mess that was Victoria Chambers. That was precisely the reason Vicki had relied on one person, and one person alone; herself. She didn’t need anyone, and she certainly did want anyone. She wasn’t going to let herself down, or disappoint herself. She would not look down upon herself, or mock her own choices. She would not ridicule herself. Independence had been a state of self-preservation; a wall she built up that not a  thousand armies could break through. That was until a change of events started taking place in her life slowly, revolving around one individual in particular…

But she was still Vicki, no matter the situation; Zane was blatantly acting as her knight in shining armor. But Vicki’s fierce need to fight for herself sprung up; though the pride she felt towards Zane had grown exponentially. When the time was right, she would tell him exactly how much he did matter to her, and to world at large; though the best friends title was pushing it, Vicki was now willing to impart something much more important upon Zane; her respect. 

His speech had formed in words quite a few emotions that Vicki herself had been feeling; thoughts she had been mulling over for years. There was nothing else Vicki wanted, or needed to say for it appeared Zane’s monologue had stunned her parents speechless. She felt a tug on her arm, and Zane pulled her along, as a smile wrapped itself happily on Vicki’s lips. That was until a much terser grasp dug into the bare skin of her arm, exuding much more strength than necessary. Vicki let go of Zane instantaneously; this was her battle. She turned to stare her father dead in the eye, and repeated his own words back to him. “We don’t want to cause a scene, now do we?” She said coldly, eyeing the hand he had wrapped around her tightly. “Let go of me, and I promise I won’t get hysterical; I’ll leave quietly, and you can come up with some splendid explanation as to my sudden departure.” She said simply, tilting her head at him. “Surely the Prophet would love to run a piece in the society pages about a socialite gone awry in public. Let’s not give them the chance.” She suggested, keeping her eyes focused on her father. He had always been more reasonable; people said he could negotiate himself out of a war if need be. His grip loosened, and slipped off entirely, leaving Vicki free. She smiled at her father; only this time it had the distinct quality of genuine appreciation behind it. “Thank you.” 

Vicki quickly stepped towards Zane, not wanting to even give a parting glance to her mother, but as they began to wade their way through the crowd Vicki came to a sudden ingenious idea. Her wand slipped out of a tiny fold in her dress, and in matter of seconds she yelled out “Accio!” Two bottles of liquor flew into her waiting hands; one she handed to Zane hurriedly as she now ushered him out. They were at the arch of the entrance to the main hall of the Chambers Manor, and Vicki smirked, turning on her heel. This time she looked directly at her mother; the woman hadn’t appeared to have moved from the previous incident. 

“Try having bacon next time!” Vicki called out with a laugh, before practically shoving Zane forward. 

Zane watched and waited, hoping for any reaction at all though he didn’t seem to get one. If anything, Zane felt sorry for this family who didn’t realise how broken they were. Well… everybody except for Vicki, but still Zane felt quite terrible, almost selfish, at the sole fact that Vicki did not have what he had, and so in his mind he had already began to think of ways to reverse or overcome that situation…

Soon, they were walking, but just as soon they were stopped, and Zane growled louder when he realised what was happening. However, upon noticing the determination that suddenly overcame her, Zane smiled and allowed her the time she always deserved, and it was worth it hearing her stand up to the people whom she seemed to fear, almost. Zane’s smile grew bigger.

Yes, this is definitely what he wanted.

Soon they were walking away from the scene once more, and Zane simply complied to her, feeling glad that Vicki had that fire that always seemed to burn within her once more, and he nodded his head over to her. He was hoping that it would, really; if there was one thing he could leave with, it would be the fact that he finally pushed her to stand up for herself, as she did with everybody else.

He had never felt more proud.

“Bacon is good!” He yelled suddenly, just as Vicki had finished, and he grinned at her. Another shove came to him and he shook his head at her as he began walking once more, bottle in hand from Vicki’s previous events of accioing them to her person. He chuckled softly as he looked over to her and asked, with the usual grin on his face.

“Did I do good?”

Vicki scampered across the great hall, her heels deafeningly clicking against marble floors as she kept a tight grasp on Zane, pulling him behind her. For some odd reason or another hysterical laughter took her over, and the sound of her giggles echoed around them as they made their swift departure; coming to the main entrance of the Chambers’ Manor quickly. Charles gave them a perplexed look, he even dared to begin a protest of sorts, but Vicki cut him off loudly. “Have a wonderful evening Charles!” She called back at the man, before laughing again as she threw the door open. 

The cold night air hit Vicki hard, and she welcomed it with a sense of relief. The two of them ran down the stairs together, hand in hand, as Vicki’s dress dragged behind them, surely catching on something or another. The familiar sound of shoes against gravel filled their ears as they ran down the winding pathway once more. For a moment, Vicki closed her eyes, allowing herself to feel the wind whip at her face, and twist her brunette locks around. Sweet proverbial freedom. 

Her eyes flew open at Zane’s question, and Vicki immediately stopped herself, and him in the same turn. With no words of explanation, Vicki pounced on Zane, arms wrapping around him, bottle in one hand, clutch in the other; her lips attacked his. She pulled back breathlessly, look back at the shocked facial expression. “Shhh!” Vicki whispered as she placed a finger to his mouth. “I’m intoxicated. I don’t know what I’m doing. I won’t remember that tomorrow. Neither will you.”

Zane couldn’t help but laugh as the two began to run, wild and free, into the night, and Zane couldn’t have been happier about the event. Sure, it wasn’t near what he expected it to be, but it was wonderful nevertheless, mostly because, either way, it would be a night he would never forget, for multiple reasons which each held sheer significance that would, quite clearly, change them both forever.

One thing he didn’t expect, however, was for Vicki to pounce suddenly onto him, arms wrapped around him, and to kiss him fully and passionately. He was shocked, to say the least, and before he could even realise what he or she was doing they had both pulled away for breath, and Zane’s flustered face was exposed. He was ready to speak, but it seemed she knew exactly what he was going to say, and instead he smiled against her finger, pressed to his lips.

He gently nudged her finger aside and, with a smile, he wrapped his own arms around her before leaning in to first kiss her lips once more, and then her forehead, before he nodded his head. “Whatever you say, Vicki. It’ll be our little secret.” He chuckled softly as he raised an eyebrow at her, wondering…

“Do you want me to carry you back?”

She attempted to lean back away from his touch, but Zane was having none of it. Instead he pulled her in close, placing his lips against hers; it was a such an odd feeling -a rare experience- one which Vicki had avoided the greater part of her life. But her she was, willingly giving away a kiss to the lips to a person; some would read much further into the moment, but it was simply Vicki’s way of showing herself and Zane that tonight had been special; that was all, nothing more. It didn’t need to be anything more between the two of them; what they were was perfect of its’ own accord.

Vicki strayed her head away, but she could not hide herself from him. A kiss was placed to her forehead, and all she could do was scowl back at Zane. “You are pushing your luck.” She scolded as she pulled herself away from him; only to laugh a moment later. “Keep it a secret, or to the whole world. As if anyone would believe you in the first place.” She said with a shrug, walking away from him slowly. “You know- that’s what I’ve always found appealing in you Zane.” She called out to him, looking back over her shoulder. “You are the unexpected choice for me. Who would ever guess that I would ever give you the time of day?” Vicki proposed the question to the night air; there was no answer. 

“But you Zane Corner- have somehow convinced me to choose you; I think I’ll always claim it was insanity on my part, or magic on yours. Whatever it was doesn’t really matter, though. The point is that my choice would surprise anyone whose ever encountered me; I even shocked myself. Feel proud, Zane. Feel mighty proud.” Vicki instructed stopping on her pacing walk, and turning back to him fully. 

His question sounded extremely appealing, given the amount of time Vicki had spent in her heels, and exhaustion of the events of the evening. But with a sudden thought, Vicki’s eyes lit up brightly. She slipped off her heels, and ran towards Zane excitedly. “I have a better idea!” Vicki exclaimed, and leaned in to whisper to him softly. “Have you ever had sex in a muggle car?” She pulled away looking back at his expression before swiftly turning around and running towards the manor, but skewing her path to the side; leading to a side building which had been recently added to the ancient building. 

He watched her closely, smiling as she scolded him; at least she was back to her usual self, and of course Zane wouldn’t have it any other way. Not at all. Soon after, her words of explanation came, and Zane’s eyes went wide at first; he wasn’t too sure what to truly say to him, but it seemed that it didn’t matter, for her own question brought out another explanation, and he couldn’t help but smile wholeheartedly as she spoke, and as she directed him to, he did indeed feel extremely proud of himself. So very proud, of himself and her.

It seemed she was working quickly, because before he could speak up she had ran over to him excitedly, a smile plastered to her face and he raised an eyebrow to her, waiting and wondering what she could be thinking of, though soon she would answer that question too. Her whisper travelled through his being, causing slight shivers to creep in, and his eyes locked onto her own, brightly lit ones as he gulped.

Soon, she was running once more, and he was quick to follow. “Vicki! Come back!” He yelled to her, though he couldn’t help but laugh; she had caught him by complete surprise, which was usually something he would do to her, rather than the other way around, though he wouldn’t have it any other way. As she swerved, he swerved too, and as they continued on, he couldn’t help but let his curious nature question.

“Where are we going Vicki?!”

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Zane furrowed his brows when they both stood in silence for a moment, but it was Vicki who warmed up to answer his question first, but it was unlike anything he’s ever heard before. He didn’t understand, really, but he listened non-the-less. Suddenly, however, her explanation was cut short, and Zane’s eyes went wide as she leaned into him after the slap she received from… her own mother.

“Hey!” He whispered harshly to the woman as he pulled Vicki in closer, protecting her. He looked to see the people, staring once more only to be consoled by a man whom Zane couldn’t recognise, though he would assume that, purely out of what he’d heard, it was Vicki’s father. Zane shook his head as he looked to the lady before him, and he chuckled.

“Lady, if that’s your job, to keep innocence… people just saw you slap your daughter. That’s not very good… but its okay; we all make mistakes sometimes!” He put on his biggest of grins as he continued. “What does Mr Chambers do? Does he fight bad guys? Did he fight in the war? My Papa fought in the war… he defeated the big bad wolf; Fenrir Greyback! Did Mr Chambers help? What does he do now? How come you don’t do nothing?”

The perpetual disappointment Vicki had faced in terms of her parents over the years had entirely numbed her to any and all actions from the pair; short of claiming that she was an illegitimate child, Vicki had endured every insult imaginable. The simple fact that she hadn’t been disowned from the family years ago remained a shock, and slight disappointment to her. Now here she was in a position she had found herself in countless times; facing her mother after a bitter argument of sorts, which Vicki almost always lost. Her parents had much too much control over her life; they held everything above her head, and if she were to make one false move too many, everything would come crashing down around her. That was a guarantee.

Vicki remained poised and silent, not daring to bring a hand to her smarting cheek; that would be a show of standing down. There were hundreds of words Vicki could have spat at her mother in the moment; thousands of nonsensical insults she could have hurled at the woman. But her lips remained sealed; not as a sign of weakness, or a lack in strength. Her silence simply showed her apathy to the entire situation. Nothing mattered anymore, did it?

Zane’s questions were dull in her mind, fading in further in her ears; she could hardly make out the precise words. She was too focused on looking at all possible exit opportunities; a contingency plan to remove herself from the hellish situation. Her father appeared at his wife’s side only to hear the last parts of Zane’s questioning. The man stood rigid, and tall; imposing his power upon every person around him. “Victoria.” He nodded to his daughter; no sign of affections were shown, no looks of joy were passed. The father and daughter were worlds apart; they always had been. 

“Now, now, there’s no need for a scene to be caused. Isn’t that right Jacqueline?” Her father spoke sternly, apparently scolding each member of the so-called scene that had taken place. Her father’s gaze lingered on Zane, and Vicki could hear the words in her mind before he even spoke. “Perhaps it is best that your guest leaves, Victoria. It does not seem to be his place, and I certainly don’t wish for any more trouble to be caused.”

Vicki’s response was quick and sharp; the opposite of her father’s methodical choice of words. “Fine. If he goes, I’m leaving too. And I think we’ve all seen what kind dramatic exits I can make.” She said simply, looking to Zane quickly. 

Zane raised an eyebrow as the father showed himself, and instantly Zane stood tall and proud, in front of Vicki who seemed to have lost her voice. Zane, therefore, comforted her, and swore that he instead would be the voice; the voice in her name. As the father spoke, Zane couldn’t help but growl slightly, suddenly disliking the scene he was in; it was unfair, and Vicki shouldn’t have to stay here. Frankly, Zane wouldn’t let her.

“Forgive me, Sir, but can you explain why I don’t belong here? Is it because you don’t know me that I don’t belong here, Sir? Or maybe it’s because I don’t have much money, Sir. Is it because I ask questions like any teenager should, Sir? Or is it because i’m friends with your daughter, Sir? She’s a very nice lady, you know? But I wonder if you see that… it sure doesn’t look like it.” He tilted his head to the side, feeling curious, though he continued on nevertheless.

“Frankly, Sir, if they’re the reasons, then a lot of people don’t belong here; I don’t know anybody in this room except Vicki. Nobody here asks questions, either. Nobody seems to be a friend here at all; all they care about is what they look like, and really… I don’t care about that.” He shrugged his shoulders once more, suddenly realising, and with a grin he spoke again.

“Maybe you’re right… maybe I don’t belong here. But it’s not because I don’t have any money, or i’m not well known, or I ask questions. No… it’s because you care about money so much, that you forget that you have a daughter, and a wife, and a family. Just like your wife forgets she has a husband and a daughter, and consequently… your daughter forgets that she has a mum and a dad. And really, Sir, I don’t want to be in a place where that happens; i’d much rather be poor, but be surrounded by people who love me, and whom I love right back. People who I can talk to, and have fun with, without being judged by someone who doesn’t even take their time to get to know their own guests, whom they invited to their own party.”

He looked over to Vicki at that moment, pulling her in close to him so that she knew that he was there for her; sure, she may kill him for what he’s said, but Zane always was honest, but always in a polite way, never a rude way…

“So… I think we will leave. Me and Vicki, I mean. We will leave and we will go and watch movies, and eat all the food in the world, and I will be happy because she is my best friend, and I am her best friend. She doesn’t say it a lot… but I believe it. I wish you could see how great she is. Maybe one day, something will happen, and you’ll see. I hope you do. I mean; money doesn’t last forever. But friendship does. Love does. I’d rather be there…”

“Oh… and your food sucks arse. Just saying.”

Not a single person had ever stuck by Vicki in the entirety of her existence; no one cared enough to put themselves in harms way; no cared enough to even attempt to comprehend the sheer broken and confused mess that was Victoria Chambers. That was precisely the reason Vicki had relied on one person, and one person alone; herself. She didn’t need anyone, and she certainly did want anyone. She wasn’t going to let herself down, or disappoint herself. She would not look down upon herself, or mock her own choices. She would not ridicule herself. Independence had been a state of self-preservation; a wall she built up that not a  thousand armies could break through. That was until a change of events started taking place in her life slowly, revolving around one individual in particular…

But she was still Vicki, no matter the situation; Zane was blatantly acting as her knight in shining armor. But Vicki’s fierce need to fight for herself sprung up; though the pride she felt towards Zane had grown exponentially. When the time was right, she would tell him exactly how much he did matter to her, and to world at large; though the best friends title was pushing it, Vicki was now willing to impart something much more important upon Zane; her respect. 

His speech had formed in words quite a few emotions that Vicki herself had been feeling; thoughts she had been mulling over for years. There was nothing else Vicki wanted, or needed to say for it appeared Zane’s monologue had stunned her parents speechless. She felt a tug on her arm, and Zane pulled her along, as a smile wrapped itself happily on Vicki’s lips. That was until a much terser grasp dug into the bare skin of her arm, exuding much more strength than necessary. Vicki let go of Zane instantaneously; this was her battle. She turned to stare her father dead in the eye, and repeated his own words back to him. “We don’t want to cause a scene, now do we?” She said coldly, eyeing the hand he had wrapped around her tightly. “Let go of me, and I promise I won’t get hysterical; I’ll leave quietly, and you can come up with some splendid explanation as to my sudden departure.” She said simply, tilting her head at him. “Surely the Prophet would love to run a piece in the society pages about a socialite gone awry in public. Let’s not give them the chance.” She suggested, keeping her eyes focused on her father. He had always been more reasonable; people said he could negotiate himself out of a war if need be. His grip loosened, and slipped off entirely, leaving Vicki free. She smiled at her father; only this time it had the distinct quality of genuine appreciation behind it. “Thank you.” 

Vicki quickly stepped towards Zane, not wanting to even give a parting glance to her mother, but as they began to wade their way through the crowd Vicki came to a sudden ingenious idea. Her wand slipped out of a tiny fold in her dress, and in matter of seconds she yelled out “Accio!” Two bottles of liquor flew into her waiting hands; one she handed to Zane hurriedly as she now ushered him out. They were at the arch of the entrance to the main hall of the Chambers Manor, and Vicki smirked, turning on her heel. This time she looked directly at her mother; the woman hadn’t appeared to have moved from the previous incident. 

“Try having bacon next time!” Vicki called out with a laugh, before practically shoving Zane forward. 

Zane watched and waited, hoping for any reaction at all though he didn’t seem to get one. If anything, Zane felt sorry for this family who didn’t realise how broken they were. Well… everybody except for Vicki, but still Zane felt quite terrible, almost selfish, at the sole fact that Vicki did not have what he had, and so in his mind he had already began to think of ways to reverse or overcome that situation…

Soon, they were walking, but just as soon they were stopped, and Zane growled louder when he realised what was happening. However, upon noticing the determination that suddenly overcame her, Zane smiled and allowed her the time she always deserved, and it was worth it hearing her stand up to the people whom she seemed to fear, almost. Zane’s smile grew bigger.

Yes, this is definitely what he wanted.

Soon they were walking away from the scene once more, and Zane simply complied to her, feeling glad that Vicki had that fire that always seemed to burn within her once more, and he nodded his head over to her. He was hoping that it would, really; if there was one thing he could leave with, it would be the fact that he finally pushed her to stand up for herself, as she did with everybody else.

He had never felt more proud.

“Bacon is good!” He yelled suddenly, just as Vicki had finished, and he grinned at her. Another shove came to him and he shook his head at her as he began walking once more, bottle in hand from Vicki’s previous events of accioing them to her person. He chuckled softly as he looked over to her and asked, with the usual grin on his face.

“Did I do good?”

Vicki scampered across the great hall, her heels deafeningly clicking against marble floors as she kept a tight grasp on Zane, pulling him behind her. For some odd reason or another hysterical laughter took her over, and the sound of her giggles echoed around them as they made their swift departure; coming to the main entrance of the Chambers’ Manor quickly. Charles gave them a perplexed look, he even dared to begin a protest of sorts, but Vicki cut him off loudly. “Have a wonderful evening Charles!” She called back at the man, before laughing again as she threw the door open. 

The cold night air hit Vicki hard, and she welcomed it with a sense of relief. The two of them ran down the stairs together, hand in hand, as Vicki’s dress dragged behind them, surely catching on something or another. The familiar sound of shoes against gravel filled their ears as they ran down the winding pathway once more. For a moment, Vicki closed her eyes, allowing herself to feel the wind whip at her face, and twist her brunette locks around. Sweet proverbial freedom. 

Her eyes flew open at Zane’s question, and Vicki immediately stopped herself, and him in the same turn. With no words of explanation, Vicki pounced on Zane, arms wrapping around him, bottle in one hand, clutch in the other; her lips attacked his. She pulled back breathlessly, look back at the shocked facial expression. “Shhh!” Vicki whispered as she placed a finger to his mouth. “I’m intoxicated. I don’t know what I’m doing. I won’t remember that tomorrow. Neither will you.”

Zane couldn’t help but laugh as the two began to run, wild and free, into the night, and Zane couldn’t have been happier about the event. Sure, it wasn’t near what he expected it to be, but it was wonderful nevertheless, mostly because, either way, it would be a night he would never forget, for multiple reasons which each held sheer significance that would, quite clearly, change them both forever.

One thing he didn’t expect, however, was for Vicki to pounce suddenly onto him, arms wrapped around him, and to kiss him fully and passionately. He was shocked, to say the least, and before he could even realise what he or she was doing they had both pulled away for breath, and Zane’s flustered face was exposed. He was ready to speak, but it seemed she knew exactly what he was going to say, and instead he smiled against her finger, pressed to his lips.

He gently nudged her finger aside and, with a smile, he wrapped his own arms around her before leaning in to first kiss her lips once more, and then her forehead, before he nodded his head. “Whatever you say, Vicki. It’ll be our little secret.” He chuckled softly as he raised an eyebrow at her, wondering…

“Do you want me to carry you back?”

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Zane furrowed his brows when they both stood in silence for a moment, but it was Vicki who warmed up to answer his question first, but it was unlike anything he’s ever heard before. He didn’t understand, really, but he listened non-the-less. Suddenly, however, her explanation was cut short, and Zane’s eyes went wide as she leaned into him after the slap she received from… her own mother.

“Hey!” He whispered harshly to the woman as he pulled Vicki in closer, protecting her. He looked to see the people, staring once more only to be consoled by a man whom Zane couldn’t recognise, though he would assume that, purely out of what he’d heard, it was Vicki’s father. Zane shook his head as he looked to the lady before him, and he chuckled.

“Lady, if that’s your job, to keep innocence… people just saw you slap your daughter. That’s not very good… but its okay; we all make mistakes sometimes!” He put on his biggest of grins as he continued. “What does Mr Chambers do? Does he fight bad guys? Did he fight in the war? My Papa fought in the war… he defeated the big bad wolf; Fenrir Greyback! Did Mr Chambers help? What does he do now? How come you don’t do nothing?”

The perpetual disappointment Vicki had faced in terms of her parents over the years had entirely numbed her to any and all actions from the pair; short of claiming that she was an illegitimate child, Vicki had endured every insult imaginable. The simple fact that she hadn’t been disowned from the family years ago remained a shock, and slight disappointment to her. Now here she was in a position she had found herself in countless times; facing her mother after a bitter argument of sorts, which Vicki almost always lost. Her parents had much too much control over her life; they held everything above her head, and if she were to make one false move too many, everything would come crashing down around her. That was a guarantee.

Vicki remained poised and silent, not daring to bring a hand to her smarting cheek; that would be a show of standing down. There were hundreds of words Vicki could have spat at her mother in the moment; thousands of nonsensical insults she could have hurled at the woman. But her lips remained sealed; not as a sign of weakness, or a lack in strength. Her silence simply showed her apathy to the entire situation. Nothing mattered anymore, did it?

Zane’s questions were dull in her mind, fading in further in her ears; she could hardly make out the precise words. She was too focused on looking at all possible exit opportunities; a contingency plan to remove herself from the hellish situation. Her father appeared at his wife’s side only to hear the last parts of Zane’s questioning. The man stood rigid, and tall; imposing his power upon every person around him. “Victoria.” He nodded to his daughter; no sign of affections were shown, no looks of joy were passed. The father and daughter were worlds apart; they always had been. 

“Now, now, there’s no need for a scene to be caused. Isn’t that right Jacqueline?” Her father spoke sternly, apparently scolding each member of the so-called scene that had taken place. Her father’s gaze lingered on Zane, and Vicki could hear the words in her mind before he even spoke. “Perhaps it is best that your guest leaves, Victoria. It does not seem to be his place, and I certainly don’t wish for any more trouble to be caused.”

Vicki’s response was quick and sharp; the opposite of her father’s methodical choice of words. “Fine. If he goes, I’m leaving too. And I think we’ve all seen what kind dramatic exits I can make.” She said simply, looking to Zane quickly. 

Zane raised an eyebrow as the father showed himself, and instantly Zane stood tall and proud, in front of Vicki who seemed to have lost her voice. Zane, therefore, comforted her, and swore that he instead would be the voice; the voice in her name. As the father spoke, Zane couldn’t help but growl slightly, suddenly disliking the scene he was in; it was unfair, and Vicki shouldn’t have to stay here. Frankly, Zane wouldn’t let her.

“Forgive me, Sir, but can you explain why I don’t belong here? Is it because you don’t know me that I don’t belong here, Sir? Or maybe it’s because I don’t have much money, Sir. Is it because I ask questions like any teenager should, Sir? Or is it because i’m friends with your daughter, Sir? She’s a very nice lady, you know? But I wonder if you see that… it sure doesn’t look like it.” He tilted his head to the side, feeling curious, though he continued on nevertheless.

“Frankly, Sir, if they’re the reasons, then a lot of people don’t belong here; I don’t know anybody in this room except Vicki. Nobody here asks questions, either. Nobody seems to be a friend here at all; all they care about is what they look like, and really… I don’t care about that.” He shrugged his shoulders once more, suddenly realising, and with a grin he spoke again.

“Maybe you’re right… maybe I don’t belong here. But it’s not because I don’t have any money, or i’m not well known, or I ask questions. No… it’s because you care about money so much, that you forget that you have a daughter, and a wife, and a family. Just like your wife forgets she has a husband and a daughter, and consequently… your daughter forgets that she has a mum and a dad. And really, Sir, I don’t want to be in a place where that happens; i’d much rather be poor, but be surrounded by people who love me, and whom I love right back. People who I can talk to, and have fun with, without being judged by someone who doesn’t even take their time to get to know their own guests, whom they invited to their own party.”

He looked over to Vicki at that moment, pulling her in close to him so that she knew that he was there for her; sure, she may kill him for what he’s said, but Zane always was honest, but always in a polite way, never a rude way…

“So… I think we will leave. Me and Vicki, I mean. We will leave and we will go and watch movies, and eat all the food in the world, and I will be happy because she is my best friend, and I am her best friend. She doesn’t say it a lot… but I believe it. I wish you could see how great she is. Maybe one day, something will happen, and you’ll see. I hope you do. I mean; money doesn’t last forever. But friendship does. Love does. I’d rather be there…”

“Oh… and your food sucks arse. Just saying.”

Not a single person had ever stuck by Vicki in the entirety of her existence; no one cared enough to put themselves in harms way; no cared enough to even attempt to comprehend the sheer broken and confused mess that was Victoria Chambers. That was precisely the reason Vicki had relied on one person, and one person alone; herself. She didn’t need anyone, and she certainly did want anyone. She wasn’t going to let herself down, or disappoint herself. She would not look down upon herself, or mock her own choices. She would not ridicule herself. Independence had been a state of self-preservation; a wall she built up that not a  thousand armies could break through. That was until a change of events started taking place in her life slowly, revolving around one individual in particular…

But she was still Vicki, no matter the situation; Zane was blatantly acting as her knight in shining armor. But Vicki’s fierce need to fight for herself sprung up; though the pride she felt towards Zane had grown exponentially. When the time was right, she would tell him exactly how much he did matter to her, and to world at large; though the best friends title was pushing it, Vicki was now willing to impart something much more important upon Zane; her respect. 

His speech had formed in words quite a few emotions that Vicki herself had been feeling; thoughts she had been mulling over for years. There was nothing else Vicki wanted, or needed to say for it appeared Zane’s monologue had stunned her parents speechless. She felt a tug on her arm, and Zane pulled her along, as a smile wrapped itself happily on Vicki’s lips. That was until a much terser grasp dug into the bare skin of her arm, exuding much more strength than necessary. Vicki let go of Zane instantaneously; this was her battle. She turned to stare her father dead in the eye, and repeated his own words back to him. “We don’t want to cause a scene, now do we?” She said coldly, eyeing the hand he had wrapped around her tightly. “Let go of me, and I promise I won’t get hysterical; I’ll leave quietly, and you can come up with some splendid explanation as to my sudden departure.” She said simply, tilting her head at him. “Surely the Prophet would love to run a piece in the society pages about a socialite gone awry in public. Let’s not give them the chance.” She suggested, keeping her eyes focused on her father. He had always been more reasonable; people said he could negotiate himself out of a war if need be. His grip loosened, and slipped off entirely, leaving Vicki free. She smiled at her father; only this time it had the distinct quality of genuine appreciation behind it. “Thank you.” 

Vicki quickly stepped towards Zane, not wanting to even give a parting glance to her mother, but as they began to wade their way through the crowd Vicki came to a sudden ingenious idea. Her wand slipped out of a tiny fold in her dress, and in matter of seconds she yelled out “Accio!” Two bottles of liquor flew into her waiting hands; one she handed to Zane hurriedly as she now ushered him out. They were at the arch of the entrance to the main hall of the Chambers Manor, and Vicki smirked, turning on her heel. This time she looked directly at her mother; the woman hadn’t appeared to have moved from the previous incident. 

“Try having bacon next time!” Vicki called out with a laugh, before practically shoving Zane forward. 

Zane watched and waited, hoping for any reaction at all though he didn’t seem to get one. If anything, Zane felt sorry for this family who didn’t realise how broken they were. Well… everybody except for Vicki, but still Zane felt quite terrible, almost selfish, at the sole fact that Vicki did not have what he had, and so in his mind he had already began to think of ways to reverse or overcome that situation…

Soon, they were walking, but just as soon they were stopped, and Zane growled louder when he realised what was happening. However, upon noticing the determination that suddenly overcame her, Zane smiled and allowed her the time she always deserved, and it was worth it hearing her stand up to the people whom she seemed to fear, almost. Zane’s smile grew bigger.

Yes, this is definitely what he wanted.

Soon they were walking away from the scene once more, and Zane simply complied to her, feeling glad that Vicki had that fire that always seemed to burn within her once more, and he nodded his head over to her. He was hoping that it would, really; if there was one thing he could leave with, it would be the fact that he finally pushed her to stand up for herself, as she did with everybody else.

He had never felt more proud.

“Bacon is good!” He yelled suddenly, just as Vicki had finished, and he grinned at her. Another shove came to him and he shook his head at her as he began walking once more, bottle in hand from Vicki’s previous events of accioing them to her person. He chuckled softly as he looked over to her and asked, with the usual grin on his face.

“Did I do good?”