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It's not gay if we fight monsters

WHO: Murdoc Donoghue and Peter Banks
TONE: Awkward, Snarky and Adventure filled
RATING: TBA
WHEN: THE FUTURE. Whenever Peter gets back from his holidays.
WHERE: The Forbidden Forest
WHAT: Something is going on in the forest, so the two manliest teachers ~~who happened to be there~~ are sent to deal with it.
STATUS: Ongoing

It's a brisk evening at Hogwarts as Murdoc makes his way across the grounds toward the Forbidden Forest. He's been informed of strange goings on from within the forest, presumably the fault of one of the beasts that lurk inside. As the resident Defence Against the Dark Arts Teacher, he's been asked to investigate the fishy business. It's unlikely that it could be caused by dark witches or wizards, but it's always better to be safe than sorry.

Not to mention he's been moping around the castle or hiding up in his quarters since a few important life changes occured. He's been moodier than ever and even more difficult to deal with, sending him into the forests seemed like a rational idea. Not that he'd be alone, of course. Who better to send as teamwork than the young, enthusiatic flying teacher with a knack for care of magical creatures? Naturally, it only serves as a benefit to the plan that the young man is insufferably cheerful and unlikely to be put down by the foul mood of the older professor.

Murdoc has his wand held close, later it will be used as a light source, but for now it is unneeded. On his shoulder he carries what looks to be a light and almost empty bag, while truthfully he's placed an extension charm on it. He's not the sort to wander off into the Forbidden Forest unprepared, so he's packed at least two bottles of booze.

He's aware that he's meant to be meeting with someone on the outskirts of the forest, but he has no idea who. God, he hopes they aren't irritating.

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Murdoc watches with feigned disinterest. He's by no means a nature boy like Peter, but he's still quietly excited to be so close to the notoriously shy beasts. Not that he cares, no. He'd rather they proceeded into the instead of stuffing about petting mutated horses.

He attempts to fold his arms to express his impatience, it's difficult at first, he feels like something should be preventing his arms from pressing so close to his chest. He shrugs it off, but it only serves to sour his temper even more.

Hellos given, Peter finally pays attention to to Murdoc again, half-turning and holding his hand out. "Don't be rude. Come over and say hello!"

He makes a come here gesture insistently, and for their parts the unicorns look calmer and some are rather interested in the other teacher.

"I'm NOT.." He starts, then realises he's going to startle the poor creatures. He lowers his voice to a seething mutter. "I'm not bein' rude..."

He scuffs at the ground. "I don't want to."

"Nonsense. Now get off your arse and come say hello. They want to meet you!" Peter takes a couple steps towards Murdoc, hand still extended, and fully planning on dragging him over bodily in the most annoying way he can think of if this second entreaty doesn't work.

"I'm not on my arse..." He grumbles and protests and yet he's already legging it toward Peter. He keeps a wary eye on the unicorns, not knowing if they trust him or how they're likely to react if he starts pummelling Peter with his fists.

Best leave it to later, he thinks to himself. Though the hateful look he's throwing Peter is enough indication. He ignores the hand and steps closer, still hanging behind the other and looking over his shoulder.

Peter isn't about to allow such standoffishness. It makes the unicorns nervous again, and a couple young ones start snorting and pawing the ground. Quick as a whip, he turns and slides his arms around Murdoc, pulling the man close like a lover. He can't resist a little bit of a jibe and whispers softly against Murdoc's ear. "Remember how much you love me, babe."

But he tightens the grip subtly, as a warning not to struggle and speaks more loudly. "Relax! Put away that sour look and relish a sight few ever get to see. Doesn't it lift your heart?"

Murdoc tries to back peddle away as soon as Peter's hands slide onto him. This wasn't at all the adventure he had imagined it to be, though it didn't seem disappointing. Just, terribly and horribly embarrassing and annoying.

He shakes his head at Peter because he's incapable of a coherent disagreement to that whispered lie. He's feeling himself getting more and more irritated and the unicorns are watching and he feels so awkward and his emotions are welling up. What in god's name did that boy do to him? This is a horrible charm! Suddenly he doesn't know if he wants to cry or to yell or to grab Peter and kiss him.

So he punches him. In the jaw. In front of the unicorns.

Peter is ducking before he's even consciously aware that Murdoc is throwing a punch. It's a glancing blow, and he reels back, looking entirely shocked.

And then suddenly every single unicorn is on the far edge of the meadow, snorting and pawing the ground with nerves. That's when he suddenly looks furious. "What are you on? You don't do that in front of them!"

His wand is out, and he's pretty skilled at nonverbal spells. Full body bind is a simple one to cast.

"I shouldn't have brought you at all."

Murdoc is flicking his wrist while the unicorns dash away from him. He's not entirely sure where that punch came from, but damn his wrist hurts now.

He looks stunned as Peter casts the spell and doesn't respond to his question. Mostly because he can't, but also because he doesn't know what to say. He really hates feeling guilty and it was...somewhat rude of him to strike Peter. Even if Peter was being indecent.

So, instead of responding, he stares at Peter with his big, grey eyes. Big, moist, guilty and grey eyes that look so confused and hurt and sorry.

Something minutely softens in his expression and he sighs. Another wandflick dissolves the bodybind and he nearly growls, still angry. "Out. And wait for me. By Merlin if you get into any trouble at all... I will put that bind back on and levitate you right back to the castle. I will leave you for someone else to take it off."

Then he turns to the unicorns, trying to sooth them. But the glance he shoots back is kind of guilty too.

Murdoc scowls at Peter and mutters a very soft, very forced apology. He hunches his shoulders as he trudges away from the other man.

He feels guilty and he hates it. He shouldn't feel guilty! Peter was asking for it! If he expected any other reaction for that he was daft.

He casts a glance over his shoulder at Peter but quickly faces the front again as their eyes meet.

It doesn't take Peter long to calm the unicorns down and he leaves right after. He looks exasperated when he tracks down where Murdoc is. Congratulations for getting him other than cheery.

"What the ever-loving hell, man? Fine. Maybe I was teasing a little more than I should have and I'm sorry for that but!"

Murdoc is currently sulking against a tree. His arms are folded across his chest and he's glaring at the ground as if it's at fault somehow.

He looks up and at Peter as he speaks, unintentionally giving him an extreme deer in the headlights expression.

"Don't blame me! You were the one actin' like a child!"

"A little teasing isn't something to get that worked up over! I wasn't entirely teasing anyway--"

Oh. Wait. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned that. Oh well. Moving on. "I do apologize for taking that a little far. But you need to be more mindful around the unicorns."

"It's annoyin' an' I don't care for it."

Excuse him while he focuses on that part of the sentence. "What do you mean you weren't entirely teasing?"

He looks a combination of angry, frustrated, confused and a little bit hopeful.

"I'll try to tone it down a tad in the future."

Peter pauses for a minute or two and then shrugs. "Honestly? You're attractive and intriguing. You'd be even more so if you smiled."

"You're damn right you will." He nods to solidify the firmness of his tone. He doesn't even know why he's reacting to negatively. If the other man is really trying his hand at flirting, he should feel flattered. Yet, ever the unsure one, he can only imagine he's being strung along.

The suspicious look remains as Peter talks and he raises a hand to fiddle idly with the cuffs of his jacket. "You're too young for me, lad."

"Too young? I'm twenty! And Rhydderch must be nearly twice your age." Peter can't help but be just a little insulted. Younger doesn't mean less skill, and he's certainly skilled! His chin lifts in defiance and he crosses his arms in front of his chest, unintentionally displaying the bruises again.

"Twenty is nearly half of my age! What does that clown in a professor's robes have to do with ANYTHIN', Peter? Honestly!"

He stares at him, then the bruises, then back up at him. His expression changes as it hits him.

"....What DOES Rhydderch have to do with this?"

"He offered some help with my difficulty properly absorbing things I read. A potion." Peter actually rubs at one of the bruises idly, a little bit of confusion and uncertainty creeping into the casual tone.

"I suppose the potion misfired a bit. I'm not entirely clear on how I ended up on my back instead. Things got a bit fuzzy after I drank it."

"You...had sex with the potions master. Who is....three times your age. Alright..."

He starts clenching and unclenching his fists, not sure why he suddenly feels so angry and, dare he say, jealous. Something was certainly off about Rhydderch, anybody with half a brain could see that. So why did people keep flocking to him? Murdoc didn't find his dark humor all that arousing, he didn't see why anyone else should.

He takes a short sharp breath and releases it slowly before muttering in a haughty tone. "And I suppose I'm just second on your list, aren't I?"

"What? No! You're right at the top with Sybille. I really don't know what happened with him. I only went because he offered a solution to a stubborn problem that's been plaguing me since my school days. The last thing I clearly remember about that night is drinking the bloody potion. I find the man off-putting and frustrating."

Peter doesn't mention that the off-putting feeling has been mostly since the potion, but he's a little upset that Murdoc would assume he'd pursue someone just because he can't get the person he wants. Of course, it also doesn't occur to him that most people wouldn't admit to wanting two people at once so easily.

Something about what Peter says makes Murdoc's head snap up. He isn't pussy footing around any more, he's up in his personal bubble with a sterner expression than usual. In fact, if Peter is able to read expressions, he would notice the concern in his eyes as he tries to meet Peter's.

"So he took advantage of you? Is that what you're implyin'? He slipped you somethin'?!"

He had noticed what he said about the top of the list, and his heart had fluttered a little despite himself. He swallowed down that feeling as soon as he mentioned Sybille. There would be time to discuss that later, for now he was going to hear every detail and decide how he feels about this.

The concern he spots makes Peter's smile soften for a moment, but the questions make him uncomfortable. "I don't know. It's possible the potion went off. I don't remember clear enough to say who started it even. Everything is a jumble of images and sensation that doesn't make any sense."

Murdoc reaches out to grab one of Peter's arms, dragging it out so he can inspect it better. He scowls at the bruises and gives Peter a worried look.

"Did he beat you? Do you remember that?"

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