Xavier punched Albus. He was a Macnair. There wasn't much he could do about his gut reactions to things like that. "Fuck off," he spat, getting to his feet. He pulled out his phone and texted Caspar instead, asking if he was busy.
"You better be sure you're happy with Cosette, because Eponine is moving on already." He frowned down at Albus. "Maybe that tells us everything we need to know about your skills in bed. Four years of loving you and all it takes is one night to get over it."
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