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'''This is just on the shore of the lake. To go into the water, go to Merpeople Kingdom.'''

Xavi and Bella
For once, Xavi was wearing his Serpent Jacket, lying against a tree by the shore as he casually flipped through a book. He had owled Donnie to meet him by the same area, but by the time the owl had left, he remembered Donnie had a class during his break and decided just to relax with a book by the shore, trying to enjoy the partly sunny day.

"I am comfortable," he said, not looking up at her. "This jacket's actually very soft on the inside." He turned a page in his book, but he wasn't reading it now, just skimming over the page. "If you can't tell, I've never really had a 'family'. I'd say you tried your best, but none of you really did."

"I was reading that," he said flatly. "Hippogriffs are very interesting creatures." Really, he could care less about the book, just wanted something to use to avoid Bella's gaze. Now he just had to stare back at her, wondering if being interrogated by aurors would be any worse. "What would you do if I said yes?" he said finally. "Continue to threaten me? Push me around?"

"Gee, threatening, sounds fun," he said sarcastically, but he truly was considering it. Felicity is family, but not the type he always felt comfortable confessing too. But then again, he could be deluding himself thinking he'd be getting that here either. He pulled his knees to his chest and glanced at the ground. "Can I leave if I don't feel 'familial' enough?" he said quietly.

"As a good gang leader does," he said in response to the killing comment. He stared at the lakewater for a few good seconds before he said something again. "You know the benefits of having an almost-gang-leader in the same year as you?" he said. "Makes them seem more human."

"I suppose you do bleed like everyone else," he conceded. "Hard to believe that sometimes. Guess looking invincible is part of the job description?" He didn't say anything for awhile, and it seemed like he was still thinking about the offer when really, he was theorizing about why glue didn't stick to the inside of the bottle. And then he remembered he was kind of required to answer. "You're an interesting, scary, interesting, individual. And I very much think that I would like to be apart of your gang. Intact though."

"No breaking the rules, no undermining your authority," he listed off and then nodded. "Got you. I can do that. But question, does this limit my ability to make sarcastic responses, or would that be undermining your authority? I want to know for research purposes. And for my safety."

"There will be no prodding of the angry bear, I assure you. I hate bears, so I don't know why in Merlin's beard I'd prod an angry bear, much more be next to one," he replied, his cheeky nature having returned. "You can say that again," he huffed. "I swear he probably sits in his room and writes down good comebacks and pick up lines when he's bored." He relaxed one leg, letting it stretch out and roll on the grass. "Wait, he's not my boyfriend yet, why'd you call him my boyfriend?"

"I..." he drifted off, tilting his head. "Maybe I do. I don't really know. I don't think he's completely interested in me, so what's the point in wasting my time about it. Besides, even if I did... Eh."

"What was your theory?" he asked. "Gay? Asexual?" He raised an eyebrow at her, resting his arm on his leg. "Yeah, eh. I don't even think I'm remotely prepared for a boyfriend."

"James... James... Do I know a James?" he drifted off, trying to recall names. "Oh, James Travers. Right? Maybe? I can never keep track of these names. I know who Dom is. Dominic Kingsley. Never met him." He snickered at the last part. "I don't think I've been sworn off anything but chocolate."

"Yeah, heard about the gigantic and quite random drop in members," he said. "Any particular reason? Someone died? People are lazy? Anything, anything?" He squinted at the Black Lake, wondering if he even wanted to imagine what the last remark meant. "I haven't had chocolate in two years so."

"I don't know about them but I think I like staying under the radar. Less chance of being caught and lectured before being sent to prison," he said matter-of-a-factly. "But it isn't as fun too, I guess." He scooted over, briefly considering asking for his book back before glancing up at the sky. "No, not allergic. Just kept stealing it."

"Thanks, that is mighty appreciated," he said. "Do you think you could get white chocolate? White chocolate's the best." He pointed at a weird looking cloud with a part of it that jutted out like a beak. "Look, Donald Duck."

He looked at her with disbelief. "Wow, you really are a gang leader." He looked at the cloud again and shrugged. "I suppose it does look like a knife though."

"That sounds jolly," he yawned. "Donald really can never catch a break can he?" He yawned again and dug at the grass with the heel of his foot. He needed a nap, when was the last time he got a decent night's sleep?

"Don't I always?" he muttered again. He didn't mind disclosing he was insomniac, as long as it didn't get back to Felicity. "I'd kill to be able to sleep normally for once."

"I've talked to the two of them like once," he snorted. "I'm not dead from lack of sleep yet, so I think I'll fair. Thanks for the offer though."

He looked up at her, tilting his head. "Fair point," he admitted and sighed, rolling his head back. "Yeah, I'll try."

He raised an eyebrow, half contemplating rolling away. Note to self, Bella seems to be a pet person? And not in the normal way? "Am I supposed to be the dog because if so, where's my treat?"

He watched her and snorted when she gave him a dagger. Of course, he took it because it was better than nothing, even if he was joking. "Thank you, I will treasure this for the rest of my Serpent days. I'll put in a glass case and everything," he said sarcastically.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes, but now he was wearing a smile. He felt so weirdly calm, and with the least expected person. Wasn't this the same person who threatened him some time ago? He hung out with some strange crowds, huh. "You know what I do when I'm bored?" he spoke up. "Imagine people drunk."

"Dunno," he said, sitting up and leaning back on his elbows. "Never been drunk. I think the most alcohol I've drunk is like a glass of red wine."

"I don't think getting me liquor would be a good thing, but there's a first time for everything I suppose." He combed his fingers through his hair and removed the grass that had gotten stuck in it. "Tell me if I do anything embarrassing drunk so I can laugh about it during the hangover."