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Part 25

The moment Five had reappeared in the empty Slytherin common room - fully dressed in his umbrella academy uniform - he was heavily kicked in the jaw - the boy stumbling back slightly at the impact.

He quickly retrieved his balance and snapped himself out of the shock, clutching his jaw tightly as he glared coldly at the blond woman before him.

He let go of his aching mandible, sneering at Lila - who had a small black suitcase held protectively in her hands.

"Oh, I see how this is now." The brunet said irritatedly as he ran forwards - simultaneously roundhouse kicking the inept girl twice in the face, the sound harsh and loud against the near silence.

The blond Slytherin smirked and retaliated, rapidly changing her footing slightly in the middle of Five's third powerful kick to her torso - booting him at the place directly adjacent to where he aimed.

They both stepped back for a moment, nothing but the sound of the cackling fire and faint huffing filling the room.

Lila suddenly jutted forwards, kicking high up to where the old teen's temple was - immediately brought down by yet another rapid and forceful kick to her single unstable leg before she could reach him, a leather school shoe pressed lightly against her bare neck - completely threatening, ready to expertly crush her oesophagus at any given moment.

The girl blew her sleek blond hair out of her face with a near breathless puff, speaking with a large sneer that didn't quite suit her - and a slightly raspy voice.

"You're better than I thought."
A thin smirk spread itself across the other's face, lost breath fully caught.

"And you, where completely average."
He said, sighing as he turned his neck a fraction to the left.

"You can come out now!" The old teen hollered, clenching his jaw in an annoyed manner - still looking down at the girl under the mercy of his foot.

Slow claps rang throughout the common room, bouncing off the carved stone walls .

A tall, skinny woman heavily dressed in an expensive fur dress with imprinted ( or real ) leopard spots dotting the whole thing - fashioning a small ebony wide brim hat with lace the same colour sticking up from it, imitating the shape of small detailed feathers.

Shoulder length hair falling in waves, like a fountain of dark chocolate - her looks giving off people that false sense that she was in her early twenties, and not over a hundred.

Ageing prevention at the commission really does work its magic.

She smirked, the long bark coloured cigarette pointing upwards towards the thick glass ceiling.

"Well done, you figured it out."

"Well it wasn't very hard handler, she fights exactly like every one of you commission drones." He stated almost boredly.

The handler gave a faux grin, thin pointed heels clacking as she walked off the carpet and towards the blond and the brunet - speaking in a throaty yet clear voice.

"No matter here we are, together again." She exhaled deeply.
"I gotta ask, did you miss me you little shit?" Lila laughed in a high tone before giving off squeaky grunts and groans, the old teen pressing against her throat with his shoe harder - making her struggle and give weak attempts to push it off.

The handler chuckled a little.
"You've got a good nose."

"You've had her spy on me from the moment I arrived, don't pretend that I didn't notice. Girl's not very subtle, she was staring at me during the ceremony with such intent, you would of though that she wanted to rape me."