The Room of Requirement

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 * Archive One
 * Archive Two
 * Archive Three

Max and Xavi
Xavi was planning to sit where Max had sat, and nearly made a u-turn to find somehwere else to sit when he realized all the other places were near people he didn't want to talk to, so he just awkwardly stood next to the chair.

"Bloody hell—" he blurted, jumping ever so slightly. "Must you really do that? Scared the fucking daylights out of me," he muttered, stepping away from Max and turning to look at him. "Sit where?"

Xavi stared at the seats decisively. Avoiding conversation had been the whole point of trying to sit over here and Max looked like an awfully talkative person. Begrudgingly, Xavi sat down in the open spot, shifting a bit so that he was more on the edge.

Serpents
Tugging at the scarf his mother had opted for him to wear despite his complaints that he wasn't even remotely cold, Xavi entered the Room of Requirement, slipping quietly enough not to be noticed by anyone. He stared at the hot chocolate and eggnog but he didn't like eggnog, and this being a Serpents party, he didn't trust the drinks anyway. Instead, he curved around the room, looking for a seat, knowing no one would bother to approach him.