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To say Jade is displeased would be an understatement. It's not that he cares about this detention tarnishing his record, no. He doesn't really care about his record. What he does care about is how it cuts into his studying time. He had just come across a particularly fascinating snippet on the nature of death and the soul...

(And besides, those Hufflepuffs had started it with their incessant chattering. They're like a less annoying version of Saphir, and nobody had ever really objected when he hexed Saphir. And it's not like he used a serious hex; he just sealed and removed their mouths. Easily reversible, if they knew what they were doing - and knew how to use nonverbal spells.

After all, what kind of first-year doesn't know how to use nonverbal spells?)

But someone had taken offense to his hex, and now he finds himself trudging to Professor Rammsteiner's office, growing increasingly irritated at the loss of his study time. From what he's heard of detentions, they usually entail doing useless, mundane tasks easily accomplished with a little creative wandwork. He's thought about ignoring Professor Rammsteiner's orders more than once, but he's also been told that it would just lead to more detentions and thus a bigger waste of time.

Oh well. He's here now. With one last irritated sigh, he raises his hand to the door and knocks.

"Professor Rammsteiner? This is Jade Curtiss."

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Professor Eichel smiles. "No, you didn't. You just took advantage."

Jade is starting to get tired of listening to them bicker back and forth like this. Neither of them are making sense, and he has the feeling there's more going on beneath the surface, perhaps something related to Durmstrang. Regardless, he steps in - or tries to, at least.

"You're both misinterpreting the situation," he says bluntly, half-tempted to just leave. But he's not Professor Rammsteiner. He'll nip this in the bud, before it can get out of hand.

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Focused as he had been on Eichel, Heine starts slightly when he hears Jade speak.

"What am I misinterpreting?" His voice is quiet, but almost seething. What does Jade know? He'd been the one to ask for it. "What did you tell him?"

Even Heine doesn't know why he's this angry. Maybe there's something in Jade that makes him want to protect, even when he's spent so long not even trying.

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"Nothing." He hadn't mentioned Professor Rammsteiner. But Professor Rammsteiner had left plenty of marks on him; he assumes Professor Eichel saw and put two and two together. He's clever, observant. Someone Jade can respect.

"But that's not the point," he continues. "You're getting angry over nothing."

Professor Eichel nods in agreement, and Jade hopes that's the end of the situation. Unfortunately, Professor Eichel just goes on to ask: "Why don't we talk about this in private?"

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It's not nothing. Heine opens his mouth, about to speak again before Eichel interrupts.

"...fine." They probably shouldn't be talking about this out in the open anyway. He follows when Eichen leads them past the dormitories, upstairs to the professors' quarters.

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They probably make an odd sight, a Hogwarts student in Durmstrang flanked by two professors, but (thankfully) no one is around to see. Professor Eichel nods to him once they enter the room, and Jade raises his wand, swiftly casting a few locking charms and soundproofing charms. It's what he does every time they have one of their sessions.

"Some tea, Heine?" Professor Eichel offers as Jade is busy casting his charms.

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Though he enters the room and the door is shut, Heine stays standing as close to the door as possible. He watches Jade cast protection spells, mildly curious despite himself. Jade hadn't done that in his room. He looks back at Eichel when he speaks.

"No." Why would he drink tea at a time like this? "I heard about you while I was here." Heine's staring at Eichel, for once not looking away. "You and students."

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There's a table in the room with two chairs. Professor Eichel sits down and, as usual, Jade takes the other seat. Deciding to listen for the moment, Jade sets the enchanted teapot to boiling with a tap of his wand, then pours tea for himself and Professor Eichel.

"And you find that...wrong?" Professor Eichel says, a polite expression of doubt on his face. "I find that hard to believe."

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Right. Of course. He's done it already—with Jade, how can he sit there and make tea?—so nothing he says has any weight.

But Eichel. While he'd been studying at Durmstrang, there'd been rumors that he'd heard, and students that left school and didn't come back.

"I think you're wrong," he says after a moment. "You did this to other students."

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"I did," Eichel agrees. Jade shifts a little, uncomfortable, as Professor Eichel rests a hand on his thigh, but he relaxes quickly. It's nothing that hasn't happened before - Professor Eichel seems to like touching him, and he isn't shy about making it known.

"But," he continues, "I make them an offer. I made sure they knew what they were doing. You, Heine, did you even talk to Jade properly? You've always been bad at words."

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He hadn't made an offer, but Jade had. Isn't that enough?

"I did." Heine watches Eichel's arm move, trying not to grit his teeth.

"And what do know about me?" He'd gone to school here years ago, and he'd never interacted much with Eichel. Tried not to, anyway.

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Professor Eichel's hand is moving, slowly palming up and down his thigh. Jade sips at his tea quietly, not speaking up in support of either side; this is a waste of time, as far as he's concerned.

But he knows better than to completely stop paying attention to the situation. Professor Eichel wants something, that much is clear.

"You were one of my students," Professor Eichel is saying. "I pay attention to my students - especially ones covered in such powerful Dark Magic."

Dark Magic? Jade's head lift, staring at Professor Rammsteiner.

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Heine can't stop looking. He can't tear his gaze away from the movement of Eichel's hand on Jade's leg. He can't not think about how Jade looked, undressed.

At Eichel's comment Heine's gaze snaps back to his face. He's not surprised that Eichel noticed. Particularly at that age he'd had no control over what leaked out from the seal they'd tried to put on him.

"So what?" Heine crosses his arms. He wants to leave, and not deal with this. Not any of this. But he has to know how much Eichel has on him.

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"Hmm," Professor Eichel's hand moves again, cupping Jade through his robes. Jade looks down, into his tea, grip tightening on the handle. "You're interested."

There's a slightly abstracted look in Professor Eichel's eyes as he meets Heine's red gaze. He's quiet for a moment, then his expression clears. "You want to know what I know, do you? I can make you a deal."

Jade's breath hitch as Eichel grinds the base of his palm against him, slow and languid. "Jade, move to the bed," the Professor says.

A little shakily, he sets the tea down and gets to his feet.

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Heine's mouth tightens. He hadn't meant to be so transparent—or, didn't think he was. As Jade rises from the table Heine looks down, but his robes hang loosely enough that he can see nothing.

"Stop." He says, after a long moment of effort. "Fuck off. I don't want a deal with you. Stop ordering him around." Heine's looking back down at the ground, wanting something to twist or fidget with but finding no distraction.

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"Then what did you come here for?" Professor Eichel asks, echoing Jade's thoughts. Jade idles by the side of the bed, waiting to see what would happen. He doubts he'd like the result, but...

It isn't really a matter of what he likes or dislikes. This is just business. He's minimizing distractions by satisfying his body's urges, and at the same time gaining knowledge that he needs.

It's just a matter of logic.

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"Because you should stop," Heine snaps. It's a useless demand and he knows it. But he means it, still, because he hates the thought of Eichel or anyone else taking advantage of people who are too young. Even if that means he's considering himself just as bad.

"I'm leaving," he continues after a long moment. "You can't do this to anyone else."

He doesn't mean to make it a warning, just a statement. Heine turns towards the door. If Eichel knows, then he knows—about him and Jade and the curse. He doesn't want to deal with seeing it anymore.

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When Professor Eichel speaks again, it's not to Professor Rammsteiner.

"Jade, hold him."

Hold him? Jade knows how to, of course, and he raises his wand, but he doesn't cast anything. Not yet. Raising his wand against Professor Rammsteiner is something he hasn't done yet, not in earnest, and in this case he isn't sure what's to be gained by holding him here.

"He shouldn't be able to get out with the locking charms in place," Jade ventures. "If you two still need to talk."

Privately, he thinks there's little to be resolved with words at this stage. A Memory Charm would solve things far more neatly.

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Heine's hand rests on the doorknob. Back turned to the other two, he feels the hair on the back of his neck stand up. An attempt to turn the knob is futile, though he'd known that already.

"I don't have anything to say to you," he says, still facing the door. Heine doesn't turn around, waiting for either Eichel to speak or for Jade to release the charm, and he doesn't see Eichel lift his wand.

"Imperius."

Heine feels it hit him, but it's too late. As soon as it does, the sensation spreads through his back and up through the base of his skull, into his mind. It sweeps everything out in its wake.

His hand stays on the doorknob, but most of his muscles go lax and he sighs, leaning his forehead against the door. What was he doing, just now? Talking to Eichel and Jade, right, because he'd seen them kissing in the hallway. And it's wrong. He knows that. But what was he going to do about it?

Eichel beckons for Jade's attention. "It's easy, you see. Particularly with someone like him. Go on—" He gestures for Jade to go forward and investigate.

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Professor of the Dark Arts, indeed. Jade's eyes flit from Professor Rammstainer's lax form to Professor Eichel, then back again. This is...wrong, isn't it? The Unforgivable Curses are Unforgivable for a reason. Even he knows that much.

But he has to admit that it's effective. Jade does as he's bid, stepping closer.

"He's fine, is he?" He's not entirely sure why he's asking, but he voices the question out loud anyway. Just because it'll be more of a hassle than it's worth if the Hogwarts supervisor suddenly drops down dead.

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"Of course." After a moment, Eichel steps away from the table and comes to Jade's side. He takes Heine by the back of the neck and tugs him away from the support of the door.

In his mind Heine can feel it and recognize the touch, but it means nothing to him, not even when Eichel insinuates his fingers more firmly into his hair and pulls, causing him to lift his chin and look at Jade rather than down.

"You see? Now, Heine. As you were."

Immediately alertness comes into Heine's eyes again. What the hell... "Let go!"

"Ah-ah. Calm down."

This time, the direction works immediately. Heine blinks, and can't understand why he'd been uncomfortable in the first place. Eichel strokes the back of his head with his knuckles.

"Here. Touch him."

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It's...eerie, how quickly the changes come over Professor Rammsteiner. More eerie still to watch him be so calm under Professor Eichel's hand, when only moments earlier he had been snarling and snapping like a feral dog.

For once, Jade feels a little uneasy. He reaches out to touch Professor Rammsteiner anyway, a light pat at his shoulder, the gesture awkward and uncomfortable. Just as quickly, he withdraws his hand.

"I didn't realize how powerful the Imperius Curse could be," he mutters. "He's not aware of us now, is he? What's he thinking?"

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Heine's only been told to calm down; his eyes track Jade's hand slowly when it moves up to his shoulder. For once he neither flinches away from nor leans towards the touch. He doesn't need anything. He doesn't want anything.

"He isn't thinking about anything," Eichel replies. He touches Heine's neck again before drawing his hand back. "What are you afraid of? He can't hurt you now."

Heine stands where he is, swaying slightly before he recovers his balance and stands in place, looking at Jade without recognition or anything approaching it in his eyes.

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"I'm not afraid," he says automatically, but doesn't reach out to touch Professor Rammsteiner. He doesn't want to. Why that's the case is harder to articulate (he doesn't entirely know himself), only that touching Professor Rammsteiner when he's in this state feels wrong.

He watches him, red eyes against red, frowning slightly.

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Eichel smiles, though he's half-turned away as he straightens the blankets on the bed. It's clear to him that Jade is afraid of something, or made uncomfortable by something.

"Heine, come here."

Without a word, Heine goes to Eichel by the bed. The latter touches Heine's head again, stroking his hair back from his face and easing him down to sit on the bed.

"Undress. Like you usually do."

Like you usually do. The words register for Heine, if through a murky haze. He sheds his dress robes first, posture changing from too lax to something more normal, his habitual tenseness returning to his shoulders even as he hangs his robes over the footboard. When his gaze happens to land on Jade or Eichel, it doesn't stay there for any longer than it would on an item of furniture.

His shoes and pants go next. Then he starts on his shirt. When he starts, Eichel intervenes, manipulating Heine's position by a grip the back of the neck to turn and face the wall, so that when he takes his shirt off completely the scar that stretches from nape to tailbone is visible.

"You see," Eichel says, voice calm and low. "The results of a curse. Now, Jade, come and look—you want to experience new things."

It's not a question. Eichel remembers Heine, though he knows less about the curse than he would've liked to pretend. Now, if he can learn about it and have his fun at the same time—that's killing two birds with one stone.

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He watches as his Professor strips. His expression is blank, but there's something forced about it: instead of his natural emotionlessness, he's deliberately trying to keep his discomfort pushed down.

Professor Rammsteiner can't even recognize him. One simple spell, and his mind is completely gone. If he even had a shred of himself left, he wouldn't let Professor Eichel touch him like this, would he?

Would he?

Jade doesn't know. But the more he looks at Professor Rammsteiner, the more uneasy he grows. The Imperius Curse could be used aganst him just as easily. Then he'd be reduced to this, and obedient puppet. He needs to learn how to counteract it. He needs to understand it. He needs to...

When Professor Eichel calls for him, he hesitates briefly. But...what he's saying is true. He does want to experience new things, and Professor Rammsteiner's scar is very much new. New, and powerful; potentially useful.

Decision made, Jade approaches without much hesitation, slipping his shoes off then sitting on the edge of the bed, as he had before. Professor Rammsteiner is an even more unnerving sight up close. He looks like himself, and even some of his body language is familiar, but at the same time, he's a total stranger.

Jade keeps his hands to himself, not reaching out to touch the scar, although he does examine it closely. Then he looks up at Professor Eichel. "What sort of curse? Can you tell?"