Sometimes Samir wondered if the staff at Blue Ridge turned a blind eye to parties. Within an hour of being back with the students he had found out the time, place and dress code for the first party of the year just from snatches of conversation. Naturally, he had informed Gemma, who had been most eager to come down and supervise the thing.

They had made arrangements to meet and Samir had turned up when he was sure there would be the most students. Perhaps then he would go mostly unrecognised, since he was probably not technically taking his job seriously if he was attending illegal campus parties. It had never been covered in the contract but Samir felt it was a given that this would be frowned upon.

Lurking near the outskirts he waited for Gemma, smoking a cigarette and drinking from a beer lazily. The student chat was even more inane outside of class and Sam had spent agreat deal of the night marvelling that he was ever sixteen and interested in any of the bullshit teenagers loved. Nodding at a student who had noticed him, Samir walked in the opposite direction to avoid a conversation, spotting who he had been waiting for.

"Took your time" he muttered as he ambled towards her, smiling crookedly. "Tell me again why this is a good idea" he added skeptically, side stepping what he assumed was a puddle of vomit.

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Blue Ridge School had been a joke to her the past few years but then again her gently fading sanity was no help to that. She had seen it as an opportunity, the kids were easily influenced and more likely to mold than adults and the faculty's heads were so far shoved up their own asses they would barely notice a change at all. These were perfect recruiting grounds.

She pulled her sweater tighter around her body as she emerged from the woods and smiled at Samir. Regardless of how late she was, she knew he would always wait for her. He was really one of the only things she had left, one of the only things she could count on.

Gemma looped arms with him and smiled warmly. "Because my darling, these are the breeding grounds of revolution," she gestured grandly with one arm. "Glorious in all it's... carnage," her nostrils flared as she witnessed a teenager puking into a bush.

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Samir clamped her tightly with his arm. He never managed to break the habit of wanting to protect Gemma, she just looked so fragile. He knew better, but it was second nature all the same.

"Well where do you wanna go first, sugar? There's the make-out bush or vomit corner" he teased, looking down at her with a raised eyebrow. "Can I get the lady a drink?" Samir didn't know if Gemma even drank.

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She couldn't help but favor Samir when it came to the people in her life. Sure there was a small camp of followers tucked away in the woods whom she had under her thumb but there was something special about Samir. She smiled at the thought.

"Well don't I know about the vomit corner," she joked, raising an eyebrow. "But why the hell not have a drink? It's a Friday, we're allowed a little frivolity," she winked. "Just don't tell the others."

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Samir felt surprisingly at ease at the party once she had arrived, and stopped to browse a drinks table leisurely, picking out an unopened bottle of whisky and fixing Gemma a whisky and coke. He passed it to her and carried on their lap of the party. "I'll try and make sure the night is as frivollous as you can manage, darlin'."

He smirked as she winked at him. "What is there to tell? It's just a high school party with keggers and shooters and underage sex. Nothin' for them to be jealous about" he drawled.

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She was a good, old Southern girl; what wasn't there to like about whisky and coke? "Thank you darlin," she said leaning her head against his shoulder briefly before taking a sip. "Just like ma made 'em," she grinned.

"Agreed, but you know how they are," she rolled her eyes. "Samir gets to have all the fun," she smiled at him. The moment only lasted a short while before she snapped back to her serious demeanor.

"These... morons..." she said quietly so only he would hear her. "They will be easy to run over I think. It won't take much convincing on our part. If this is all Blue Ridge has to offer, well..." she shrugged her shoulders. "They'll just have to do."

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Though they were talking about something incredibly serious, the way Samir was looking at Gemma it could have been a conversation about the weather. His gaze flickered around the party, wondering how fair she was being. Some of the students were tolerable, even amusing, but but a quirk of his mouth he found himself agreeing with her. Most were utterly moronic.

"They'll do for now. It'll be easy as pie, sweet pea. I'll have you know I've got some secret admirers here and you aint so bad lookin' yourself. Who wouldn't wanna be convinced by us?" He lit another cigarette with his wand and watched the end glow. He gave Gemma an encouraging smile. "Just think of where we can go from once we got 'em on our side. That's what keeps me goin'."

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"I could imagine so with a devilishly handsome fellow like yourself," she smirked. "Their brains are easy to mold at this age too," she sneered, still looking as sweet as pie. "Lord knows I was convinced at this age myself," she shook her head. "Foolish days are gone though," more for herself than Samir.

"Once we have them," her eyes lit up like it a kid's on Christmas. "Once we have them we're unstoppable. We'll take down the whole damn American Wizarding infrastructure," her voice was a whisper but there was an intense burning in her eyes.

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"Everyone's got things they are not proud of" Samir consoled Gemma, brushing his hand along her arm sympathetically.

His smile widened, as it did every time taking down the 'infrastructure' was mentioned and he let out a groan of longing. It would be a bloodbath, hopefully. He was certainly getting itchy fingers to spill some blood again. "To power" he said simply, raising his beer in a toast to their future

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She honestly didn't know where she would be without Samir some days, though she would never say that aloud. What kind of leader would that make her? She smiled softly and looked up at him.

"To power," she said, a dreamy quality to her voice as she raised her cup and tinked it against his beer. She took a sip and they continued strolling through the party.

She listened for a bit, overhearing snip-its of droll conversation until something caught her ear. Two younger students sipping on mixed drinks were talking about how lame parents weekend was going to be this year.

"Well I'll be damned," she said after walked by them. "Parents weekend sounds like it may need some spicing up. What do you think?"

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Samir sympathised with the kids. He didn't even have parents when it came to parents weekend and it still drove him crazy when he was at school. It was even worse now having to make conversation with them. "Shoot, we'd be doin' everyone a favour!" he said enthusiastically.

"What's goin' on in that head?"

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She smiled smoothly and looked around. "I'm thinking a little something to get everyone's attention," she said brightly. "Perhaps some fireworks to set the tone?" she suggested. When she said fireworks, she didn't exactly mean fireworks but she was sure Samir had been with her long enough to know that by now.

"Think we can cook a little something up by next weekend? Maybe attach it to a car. Don't want to get over zealous and spill the blood of potential allies in the first few days back," she said reasonably.

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Samir wasn't about to say no, no matter how short notice it was. Heck, he'd try and build it in a day if she asked, all she had to do was ask.

He nodded along with her suggestions pensively. "Perhaps stickin' to the blood loss of lesser species first" he agreed, stroking his chin. "I could try and swipe something fancy from the potions stock, or are you lookin' for non-magic? Might be harder to trace back if it aint wizard made."

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"Agreed," she nodded. "A couple muggles a little ways down the road," she said idly.

"Hmm," she squinted her eyes in thought. "Non-magic would be harder to trace," she said thoughtfully. "But I have commandeered a few wands in my time..."

"What would be more reasonable for you pet?" she asked. "I don't wanna work you to the bone for one little spectacle," she grinned.

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"Magic will be much faster to make" Samir thought out loud, grinning like an idiot. All it took was the mention of a plan and he was acting like a kid.

"Working is all I got" he shrugged. "Hell, it'll sure be worth it anyway. I can see it now, darlin'. Fat moms running after their kids, cryin' and wobblin' everywhere" he joked.

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"Mmm," she sighed contentedly, just thinking of the flames.

She getting a little giddy thinking about all the chaos. It made her swell with excitement. Up on her tip toes she gave him a peck on the cheek. "It'll be splendid really. I can't wait to see what you have in store."

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Samir rested his cheek on the top of her head briefly after her affection. It was an odd relatonship to have, a boss and a friend all in one. It was not often they got to be so affectionate. At least not surrounded by her other followers.

"I could charm the flames to be the school colours" he teased her.

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It was nice to finally have a moment without the others. It wasn't exactly the most conventional use of "free time" as it were but still she found herself enjoying his company, considering him more than an ally, a friend.

She snorted at his comment. "Now that would be spectacular. A little school spirit to top it off. A very fitting return to Blue Ridge, don't you think?" she smirked.

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"Only the best for these precious kids" Samir said sweetly, although his eye twitched involuntarily. The first few weeks back were always the hardest with the students. Especially the homesick ones.

"D'ya ever wish you were a kid again?" he asked Gemma curiously.

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She smiled warmly and let out a low laugh. "Of course," she said sweetly. "Our darling future protege only deserve the best."

She thought on it for a moment, quirking her head to the side. "It certainly was easier back then but I was... weak and foolish, I let a silly thing like love get in the way," she said lowly. She had never gone into detail about her past with anyone, she figured it was pointless to rehash things she couldn't change. With Samir though, she knew she could trust him with the vague truths. "I learned my lessons though. Idealists, revolutionaries, radicals... they get nowhere if they refuse to shed blood."

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He smiled kindly and stroked her cheek with real affection. "That's what I like about you. You aint afraid to do what needs to be done. Besides, it's awful pretty that blood gets spilt" he murmured.

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Gemma smiled warmly as his touch and even leaned into his hand a little. She felt like there was a sort of fortitude there, like what they were doing was right and okay because they had each other and a few others who believed, really believed in what they were doing. "And that's why I like you," she said.

Her eyes flashed when he mentioned blood. "You're quite right about that. Never seen a prettier sight than fresh red."

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Just the thought was getting him all riled up. Outwardly still cool and collected, inside his stomach squirmed nicely. Samir's eyes drifted from Gemma's to the student's around them. It would be so easy to take one. A little one, and have some fun. He gave himself a mental slap and sighed. Even now he wasn't sure if he was capable of killing an innocent.

"We could drive into town" Samir suggested, getting entirely distracted from the recon mission. "I've only had two beers. We could go to a bar and find some nice asshole muggle.."

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"Shhh," she hushed him gently. "You're already getting distracted darlin'," she reminded him. "Why don't we made a few more laps around and then we can head into town to... celebrate," she smiled.

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