A meeting of Vital importants(Pyro)

[Lilliana Cromwell S4]

The room was dimly lit. As always was in the Slytherin common room. Lily sat by the near wall, closed in, at least trying not to be seen. She thought she had it worse before, having her parents being in Hufflepuff, now she was talking to a Gryffindor? Defending him against her own kind? What was she thinking? She watched the students, leave and exit the common room, with sheer malice. She hated the lot of them. Every smile, every turn they cherished. Every stupid cackle they let be born. But with her loathing and hatred for her own house. She wished to be like them. Calm, cool, smart, and ambitious. Plus the thought ringing in her head. beautiful. Yes, that is what you are thinking. Lily had low self esteem. Extremely.

The ginger girl glanced down at her book, which lye in her hand. Her brown bright eyes graced the paper. Each word sunk in her head. Books were her friends, as well as art in any form she found it. Strands of red lied limp on her shoulder, down to her elbows. She in deed was an oddly produced girl. She was beautiful, but in a quiet strange way. Her hair was a lovely bright orange, freckles decked her cheeks. She had a small figure, that of an eleven year old. Scrawny she was, but she would bloom. Hopefully? Her lips were a dynamite red, that could put blood to shame. Her skin was pale and tamed, all but the previous freckles. Her cheek bones were quiet high, as her face seemed round. More round then one could describe. Odd looking she was, but it was completely original.

Her recent encounter with Pyro frankly scared her. She did not know what had happened those three days ago. She knew she was in hiding. Running from the Slytherin. He had probably told the whole common room, his friends. Now their friends know. She was hated, most definitely hated. In her wake of hiding she had been going from every isle of the library. She had skimmed, recent books, but not all. She painted out on the the quidditch field. She stayed locked in the girls dorm. The only reason she was in the common room tonight, in her little corner; because one of the Slytherin head girls was having some party. She would have rather not joined. Plus her bead was being occupied.

She watched the cackling fire, as shadows swarmed her freckled cheeks. Her eyes did not blink, as the flames licked the back of the fire place. She always felt comfortable in the Slytherin hall. It so Dark and peaceful, almost as if it were serene. But when was the Slytherin common room serene? That was a defiant over statement.

For some unknown reason, Lily could not concentrate on her book, at all. All she could think of, was that day. Zeak, Pyro, Her. It was a giant blur which she could not fully remember. Suddenly surprise shook her, as she heard a loud whine from none other then a cat. She placed the book down by her side and glanced to the ground. It was her cat. Her giant fat cat named Hank. He was fluffy with black and white hair. He almost looked the size of a dog. With one whine Lily grinned, and the cat hopped up on the leather bound chair. Her hand stroked Hank which lay bye her feet. The cat love the giant leather chair which Lily had occupied. He purred and whined, knitting at her shoes. "You know Hank... I wonder if your too playful for a cat sometimes" she smiled to herself, then gave the animal as soft scratch which caused him to purr.

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

Pyro lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling through blurry eyes. He was still wearing exactly what he had worn to bed the previous night, which was to say hardly anything. Aside from his sweatpants he was completely bare and the small drafty dormitory chilled his toned chest. Pyro felt like crap, it wasn’t his conscious getting back at him for anything, or that it was a bad day, Pyro was just simply ill. Groaning he reached up and rubbed his eyes, hoping that would help in clearing up his vision, it didn’t. Sighing Pyro swung his legs out over the bed and sat up, the change in elevation did nothing to stop the pounding in his head, but he knew that he couldn’t just simply lie here all day and waste away, if he was going to die, it wouldn’t be here in this dorm. Pyro stood, stumbled a little but managed to catch his balance, and slowly began to change.

Although the act was tedious and it made his balance a quite precarious thing, he knew that he couldn’t simply walk down to the common room dressed only in sweat pants. Although his body was in the highest of shapes, and he was off age, most of the student weren’t of age yet so it would be highly inappropriate to encourage such feelings. Pyro slipped on a fresh pair of sweat pants, these didn’t smell like he had been sleeping in them all night, and a sleeveless black shirt. Pyro ran a quick hand through his loose ponytail, once again another chore that required attention since Pyro hated to just let his hair down like some wild man. Pyro stepped in front of the mirror to check his appearance. His clothes looked fine, and even though he felt sicker than a dog his face didn’t show any of the usually signs of sickness. He wasn’t pale, there weren’t any bags under his eyes, he simply looked a bit tired. He sighed, this was going to be an added benefit, and a curse for now people might end up bothering him a lot more than if he looked sick.

Pyro made his way down the stairs and stepped into the dimly lit common room. A frown quickly found its way onto his face as he surveyed the busier than normal common room. Perhaps coming down here had been a mistake. He couldn’t figure out why there would be so many people here and he hardly cared either way. Pyro pulled out his wand and moved over toward the only place one could escape the chill of the dungeons, the fire. Pyro growled as he weaved in and out of the student moving throughout the common room. The walk to the fire was a walk that should only have taken a few seconds to traverse, it took him nearly a minute to finally reach the couch set in front. In his roundabout route Pyro was taken close to the far wall and he noticed a familiar shock of red hair. He paused for a minute to regard it before moving on. Where had he seen that hair before? Obviously he had seen it before in the common room, but why was it striking him so odd.

Suddenly it struck him, that day three days ago, by the lake. The blind Gryffindor and the redheaded snake. Pyro smirked as he recalled that image just as he reached the couch. Somebody was already in it. “Move.” Pyro growled to the third year who took one look at him, recognized him, and quickly disappeared. Glad that his reputation still preceded him Pyro lay down on the couch, stretching so that he encompassed the whole thing and allowed the warmth of the fire to sink into him. Pyro lifted his head and once again looked over at the girl from before, only now she was scratching behind the ear of her large cat. He frowned, "Hey, what are you feeding that cat? With health like that i'm surprised he's still alive."

[Lilliana Cromwell S4]

As she continued to dote on her feline, she heard a voice. One she was by far not so fond of. Her bright brown eyes rolled with annoyance. She best not get into it? Seeing as who he was, what had happened at the lake? Luckily Lily left after it had gotten to graphic. She felt bad for leaving Zeak. Merlin knows what Pyro had done to him? Her brown eyes glanced up as he mentioned the silly phrase of her cat. "Who hank?" she asked rather dumbfounded. Why was he talking to her? Why was she talking back? Lily hated to talk?

"I- I feed him fine" she hissed. "He has a lot of Hair? Is that a crime?" she snapped with a small glare towards the blonde boy. Frankly Lily did not care what he did to her. Ok she did, but the world did not have to know that. Hell, no one had to know that? She knew why he was talking to her?
It dawned on her in an instant. "Are you going to nag me all night saying what a pathetic Slytherin I am? Because I do not have time for that?" she hissed, with venom. Yes Lily had potential, but only when angered could her true Slytherin colors be shown.

The cat hopped from her hands and purred, coiling his black tale around her black stockings. This caused another grin on her lips. Her hair dangled loosely by her cheeks. Only her cat could do that. The cat's yellow eyes soon caught Pyro's. Hank took delicate steps towards him, and purred, plus adding a light whine. He sat in complete silence, his paws hit the ground neatly as his tail moved back and forth. He looked at Pyro as if he wanted something. He whined again, and placed his paws on the leather sofa. "Hank!" Lily called, but this time the cat did not return her call. He pushed himself up in the lap of Pyro, and cooed lovingly on his chest. "HANK!" Lily hissed rather loudly.


The ginger girl jumped from the chair and quickly took her steps near the boy. She took a deep sigh. "Sorry" she forced the word. Her tiny hands took Hank, by the stomach as usual. She pulled him close to her chest, and he whined, digging his claws in her chest. "Ow!" Lily mumbled, rather quietly then proceeded back towards her chair. "He does not really like people, that is strange?" she told herself more then the head Slytherin. Well at least pompous Slytherins like him Lily thought, and her face certainly expressed it. It was distorted, with two eyebrows raised, almost out of sheer disgust. Lily soon raised her attention back to Pyro. She hoped he would not pull the whole, oh look at me! I am so high and mighty That just made him seem cheaper, but that was her opinion and her opinion alone.


Lily was never a bad person, but if you read her mind. Oh My! Lily was a witch, literally. Her brown eyes watched the cat, curl up in a small ball on her lap, he purred and stretched. He is not waking up she stated to herself as she glanced down. Another smile was brought to her lips. Hank was her baby, her best friend. And he looked just all fuzzy and edible at this moment. This soothed her. Yes indeed, indeed it did.

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

Pyro frowned but did not respond as the girl reaffirmed that he was talking about her cat. What other cat could he be talking about? There wasn’t a cat in site and even if there was, he hardly doubted it would beat this one in sheer size. Pyro nearly laughed as she stated the cat merely had a lot of hair. Wow this girl sounded like every mother that refused to believe their child was out of shape, he’s not fat he’s just big boned! “Hair huh? Is that the avenue you’re going to delude yourself with?” He shrugged, “To each his own I guess. First its chatting with Gryffindors, what’s next? Gonna start a study group with some Hufflepuffs?” Pyro sighed and folded his hands behind his head, allowing the warmth of the fire to go through him and chase away his illness better than any medicine had done before. “Nag? No, I’m not the nagging type and I don’t think I need to let you know constantly about your utter failure to the name of Slytherin, I’m sure you’re quite aware of it yourself.”

Pyro settled back into the couch. He hardly cared; he was going to be leaving this school after this year, back to the real world where your money and influence defined you and your power. It was girls like this that made Pyro truly want to become a school governor, and then maybe he would have some ability to make the changes that this school desperately needed. Suddenly though a purring sound took him out of his pondering. Pyro opened up an eye and peeked out and spotted the girls cat slowly advancing on him. Pyro could have blown the cat away, hexed it, jinxed it, done all sorts of things to it, but it was an animal and animals were beneath him. To waste his talents on one like that would be an insult to his abilities. He didn’t move at all as the cat climbed up onto his chest and cooed. Lazily Pyro reached out with one hand and scratched the cat behind the ears, something it no doubt loved, before the girl snatched it away.

Pyro lifted his eyes to look at her as she carried the cat away, protective much? He watched her return to her seat, deposit the cat in her lap, and watched it curl up and began to sleep. The girl was a loner, but on top of that she had a moral compass not fitting for the house of Slytherin, yet the hat had placed her here. Could there be more to this girl than at first met the eye? Suddenly curiosity struck him, and he hated it when that happened. He found that now he needed to find out more about this girl. “Tell me Lily.” He stated, pulling her name out of his memory banks, thank god for hundreds of fancy dinners forcing him to remember names. “Is this the life you wanted at this school? I’ve met many Slytherins who didn’t see eye to eye with me and still managed to carve out their own little niche here. Yet you, you seem to want to avoid everyone around you.”

Pyro looked around slightly, to emphasize just how alone the girl truly was. “I mean, do you honestly intend to survive this girl without at least a small circle of friends? You’ll lose your mind for sure.” Pyro used to be a loner too, still was one in fact. He had a small group of people he called friends, and another group that he called acquaintances. Each brought their own variety to the table and it was this variety that allowed Pyro to stay sharp and keep him amused enough so that he remained in a sound mind and continue on with his work.

[Lilliana Cromwell S4]

The small Slytherin listened to his words. Each sentence stung her with a sharp pinch. True, Lily had no friends. In her case, who would want to be her friend. She was a Slytherin, who's parents were in Hufflepuff. Yeah, that was a real jigsaw puzzle. True, Lily stuck to her cat, and only her cat. Her caramel eyes soon, sank down in almost utter shame. "I said I did not need you pestering me about it" she spoke in response to his mockery. Lily bit her lip as things began to agitate her, and anger her. She kept her words at bay, as she would not blow up on him. She would not! She could not! Lily did not need this. She should just go to the library and read her book. Hank would be with her and all will be well.

"Hufflepuffs? What is so bad about them, at least they have the sense to talk out things! And plus it is their choice, no need to be judgmental!" Lily snapped yet again. She had been doing a lot of snapping in the past week. More so then she could remember.
This boy was driving her insane, no wonder people acted like they feared him. They just wanted to get away from the thick brute. Lily could not deny, she agreed with them.


The cat purred as she continued to pet it. Hearing his sentence of "I mean, do you honestly intend to survive this girl without at least a small circle of friends? You’ll lose your mind for sure." Lily's head shot up. " I do not need Friends!" She sneered, with a roll of her eyes. Pathetic pompous toerag, why can't he mind his own business? Was he honestly that sad with his own pathetic life, he had to interfere with mine? She rolled her eyes yet again, drowning out what he had to say. Her eyes showed attention being brought to him, but in Lily's mind all she was thinking was the different ways his head could be split in half. "My mother was in Hufflepuff! Maybe that is why I have no friends!" she whispered, stroking the cat with loving gestures. She kissed his head, and heard another whine from the cat. "Yes, laugh it up why don't you?" she groaned with displeasure. She hated this boy. Why would he even wish to talk to her? Was he mental? Insane? Must have been to carry on a conversation with her.

Lily finally retorted her gaze to the fire. Her hair was illuminated, as before. She loved fire, it calmed her. "You... oh forget it!" she continued harshly. Lily had been imagining small little ideas that wheeled in her head. Then again she had never admitted it. She felt rather evil if she admitted her thoughts. They were cold and cruel, for everyone around her. Her gaze continued to the Blonde boy. His hair seemed almost pale grey in the fire light. "How old are you?" she asked out of a random whim, that flung through her head. "I am 14, but I am sure you know that?..." there was a silence. Lily studied his features, his ways of speech as he spoke. Suddenly her focus had rewound to curiosity. "Why are you talking to me?...Why the sudden interest?"

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

Pyro continued to lie in his nonchalant position on the couch. He let her words roll over him; they didn’t bother him too much. This girl was either too timid to strike or she didn’t know exactly where to strike to truly wound Pyro. He chuckled lightly as he thought about the Hufflepuffs. What a sorry excuse for a house, they were nothing more than Hogwart’s leftovers. Gryffindors were brave, Ravenclaws wise, Slytherins cunnings, Hufflepuffs were just the extra. “What’s so bad about Hufflepuffs?” He laughed. “Aside from the utter lack of talent, the waste of space, and their overly sweet demeanor? Nothing I suppose.” Pyro watched her carefully and noticed the flash of anger rise in her eyes at his next comment and it brought a smile to his face.

He could see a lot going on in the girls head; no doubt she was calling him so very nasty things. Smart girl, if she had decided to voice these opinions running through her head she probably wouldn’t be a Hogwarts student for very long or she would remain in the Hospital Wing for the remainder of the year. Nobody insulted Pyro verbally and managed to escape the encounter unscathed. Pyro arched his eyebrow. “Oh excuse me your almighty Highness.” He spoke with obvious sarcasm. “I had no idea that thou held such a large amount of emotional power that you could continue to live your life as an outcast.” Pyro turned his attention back to the fire but it didn’t stay there for long as Lily told him a piece of information that cleared up a lot of things. So, her mother had been in Hufflepuff. “Well, that does explain a lot now doesn’t it. It seems that it’s in your blood. Shame, that will make it harder for you to shake the habit and actually become an acknowledge member of society.”

A short moment of silence fell between the two and then she started speaking again. Pyro regarded her curiously as she cut off her comment and tried to move on. Pyro was about to bid her to continue, the girl was actually making progress in becoming a true Slytherin before she had stopped, but before he could get her to continue she started on a new line of questioning. Once again the girl proved how random she could be. The first time had been at the lake when she had asked about his hair, though that time it had been to take his energy away from the blind Gryffindor. Now it was about his age? Perhaps that insanity he had been taking about had already found its niche in her mind. “My age? I’m 17, turning 18 this January. Why?” He didn’t respond to her age, he knew she was in 4th year, but didn’t know her exact age. It wasn’t like he was pulling out her birth records to find out. Pyro arched an eyebrow as he regarded the girl.

“I wouldn’t consider it an interest. It’s my job to know everything there is to know about everyone. First lesson of being a great Slytherin, and I’ll give this one to you for free. Know everything there is to know about your potential enemies.” He sighed and shut his eyes, returning to his hands behind his head pose. “You never know when an enemy is going to spring up behind your back and try and do you in, always be prepared. The more you know about an enemy the easier it will be to defend and counterattack.”

[Lilliana Cromwell S4]

The girl listened to his words, almost wanting to scream at him in rage, but Lily kept her rage locked inside. She glanced at Hank who lay asleep. She stroked his ears in a loving gesture. Her ginger hair lay limp over her cheek. As his words began to play almost like an annoying chime Aside from the utter lack of talent, the waste of space, and their overly sweet demeanor? Nothing I suppose. with that one sentence he spoke, her rage bubbled. But she kept still almost like a lion out capturing it's prey. How dare he say that about her mother? How dare he go that low? Lily's mother was the kindest women one could create let alone know. Her brown eyes shifted to the view of Pyro. Lily bit her lips keeping her thoughts in. Another sentence he threw at her, then another. She felt like she would go insane if she did not say something. She had to. But something was holding her back? What, she did not know?

Her eyes looked back down at the cat which lay in her arms. She did not even smile. Normally Lily would always smile at Hank, always. Wouldn’t consider it an interest. It’s my job to know everything there is to know about everyone. First lesson of being a great Slytherin, and I’ll give this one to you for free. Know everything there is to know about your potential enemies. Lily glanced up, not even listening to his words. She tucked her hair behind her ear, and watched him intently as if she were taking everything he said into her. Though she was not. Suddenly anger over took her...

There was nothing more but a confused look on her face. All she did was watch him, with utter interest... All she could think of was
How in the world someone could think so highly of themselves, when yes intern, the Slytherins loved him, and praised him? But there were far more other students then there were Slytherins, that indead hated him. Did he not see that? And if he did? Why was he not taking it to heart? Didn’t appearance mean almost everything to a Slytherin, or maybe Lily was just imagining it all? Her head cocked to the side, and she raised a blond eyebrow. “Shut. Up. You Pompous Blubbering cow!” she hissed, almost so he was unable to hear. She rather did not know what had come out of her mouth, but by the look on his face, she felt rather sick. Her own pale exterior, looked that of death, and she gulped. Cowering in her own thoughts, she looked down. She knew he would explode, but part of her wanted to snap and attack, at all ends.

The girl took a deep breath, and thought through her words, as she had always done. Her eyes closed and she nodded. Suddenly with almost no notice Lily’s eyes sprung open. A fire built up in her and, almost all her fear of being shunned or yelled at was gone. She felt proud, proud enough to take on this complete and utter turtle dropping. She glared profusely at the boy and sneered. She did not know what to say to him, though her anger raged. This boy had a talent of enraging the girl. This gave Lily a sense of vital importance and fire. She felt rather exhilarated.

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

((Sorry it’s so short. I’ll do better next time.))

Pyro watched the girl carefully; he couldn’t help but be satisfied as he saw all the little emotions run through her body during his verbal assault. The girl had potential; he could clearly see that within her, she just required a little push to get her over the edge. He had a lot of work ahead of him though, he was fighting an uphill battle. The girl had had too soft of a raising, with her mother being a Hufflepuff and all, still she was in Slytherin now, she had to uphold the Slytherin ideals. Pyro sighed inwardly, why did it always fall on him to take the initiative and fix everything? Pyro could see her opinion of him reflected directly in her eyes. She had the typical view of him that people who didn’t know his name or reputation had. They viewed him as arrogant, self-important, and completely selfish.

Just than the girl hissed something, if Pyro hadn’t been paying that much attention to her he probably wouldn’t have heard what was said. Un-luckily for her, he did. Pyro felt his amused mood dissolved quickly and be replaced by a quiet rage. Pyro sat up quickly and jumped to his feet, he glared at her as he approached to within a few paces of her. His tone was low and dangerous as he spoke. “I’d be carefully what you say to people. Especially people you don’t know anything about. You may think you have me figured out, but you don’t.” Pyro’s glare did not relent, although he was glad to see the girl finally step out of her shell a bit, she still had to learn proper discipline and respect with that new found power.

“ I may seem like a shallow easy to read guy to you but there are things about me you never wanna know. If I were you I would be carefully about who I insult, you never know if those people have the power to make you disappear.” Pyro stared into her sneer and glaring eyes and almost smirked himself. “Although, I do have to commend you for finally growing a backbone, so I’ll forgive the comment this one time.” Pyro took a few steps back and leaned against the arm of the couch, he crossed his arms and watched the girl carefully. This was a pivotal moment, would she back down or would she respond and continue the little battle. Depending on the road she took would decide whether she was worth Pyro’s time or not.