(y'know, the scene in ootp before Sirius dies c: + short intro, btw)

Of course they were losing to teenagers. Again. Why did they also lose to teenagers?

They were told there was only going to be only six, though, so that extra seventh was definitely the reason they were getting their ass beat.

Well, actually, now they were doing pretty good. Five of them had managed to snag the spares and Lucius had managed to herd the Potter boy into an odd room to negotiate with him, while Antonin stood ominously, his wand at your neck and an arm around your middle so you couldn't move, watching as the two in the middle practically bickered.

“Fucking bullshit.”

He eventually mumbled out in annoyance, tightening his grip on you as you shift slightly. Looking down at you, he frowns. Why was he even here in the first place? He could be doing much better shit then holding some kid hostage as some adult tries to reason with a teen. Waste of time, if you ask him. He could be out torturing innocents, for example, but noooo. At least he could say he helped in the downfall of Potter if this succeeded.

“Oi, kid, quit fucking moving, will ya?”

He snaps, tightening his grip once more, to an almost suffocating point

“Neither of us wanna be here, but you don't have to make us both more miserable.”