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Donnie and Xavier
Xavi was taking a morning stroll nearby, trying to cure himself of his sleepiness before breakfast. Having been unable to sleep like usual, he wanted to find a nice spot to curl up in and take a short two hour nap if he was lucky. Eventually he came across the gazebo, but guess who had to be in it. "Lovely, you're alive," he said, leaning against one of the gazebo posts. "Thought you'd suffer a concussion or something after falling through those broken planks."

He shrugged, seating himself next to Donnie. "That was kind of the point of putting my name in," he said calmly. "The likelihood of me actually being picked is low though, so I'm not worried in the slightest. And even if I am picked... It'd be something to do, I guess."

"As if the Triwizard Tournament was ever safe in the first place," he remarked humorously. "Of course I'm gonna get hurt. That's a guarantee for everyone who gets picked." He put his arms behind his head, closing his eyes. Ugh, sleep, how it evades him. "And who are those people, love? As far as I know, there's not even a handful of people that'd be concerned. I see your point... kind of."

He opens one eye at the smell of the coffee and takes it without complaint, even though he has no intention in drinking it. "You're right, but I bet you you'll sit on the sidelines worrying your ass off," he chuckled softly.

Xavi forced himself to relax when Donnie mentioned Bella, unwilling to give away a sense of uneasiness. He took a sip of the coffee, hating the bitter taste and tilted his head, letting his response flow out as natural as if it he wasn't lying. "Isabella who...? You're going to have to give me a last name here, love." He didn't ever remember mentioning the names of any Serpents around Donnie, so how the hell did he figure out he knew Bella? While Xavi wasn't willfully participating in Serpent activities, he's not cruel or petty enough to out any of the members. And why is Donnie going around looking for gang members anyway? "Is she in our year?"

"No, I'm fairly sure I don't know who Isabella is," he said, sitting up to set the coffee mug on the ground, his voice more forceful, a hint for Donnie to change the subject. "Maybe she goes by a nickname."

He clenched his fists and scowled, knowing he was unable to pull this any longer and glared at Donnie. "Yes, that does ring a bloody fucking bell, are you happy now?" he snarled. "Heaven forbid I have a decent morning, why in the bloody hell are you mentioning her anyway?"