Brock rounds the corner swiftly, his face flushed and a small smirk curling up the edge of his mouth. He sees you out of the corner of his eye and approaches you aggressively this time, neglecting any formalities.

Alex is walking to the common room, exhausted but smiling, then sees you approaching and stops, rolling his eyes and then steeling himself for whatever is coming. "Dunstan"

"What a pleasant evening, eh Stebbins? Perfect night for a...duel maybe?" he looks at you pointedly, a knowing smile on his lips.

"Duel?" He meets your eyes. "Well, I'm not really up for one at the moment. Or have you already had your fun?"

"Already had my fun for the evening...just wanted to let you know." he winks at you and begins to turn away. "Have fun cleaning up the mess."

Fuck. Alex takes your shoulder and stops you, stepping around to look into your eyes. "What did you do to him, Dunstan?"

"You'll see." Brock grins at you slyly. "I didn't kill him...that should be enough."

Alex steps closer. "It's not enough. What did you do?"

"As I said...you'll see. Might want to start your search up in his dorm...that's probably where he crawled off to. Looking for that backstabbing friend of his, I'm sure." Brock turns on his heel with one final smirk and begins to walk casually.

"Fuck." Alex turns back the way he had come and sprints up the closest set of stairs.

[fin.]