fight for your right || ziggy

Zig had been hanging out with his siblings at the party thus far. He was trying to keep his sister from being a kill joy and making sure his brother wasn’t getting into trouble. There was a lot of pressure being an older brother. It more like being a circus ring leader. After he got bored of trying to tame the lions, he left them to their own devices. He wandered around the party. Zig was the type of kid that could just squeeze himself into other little cliques. He wasn’t shy so he didn’t have a problem with making the rounds. As he was weaving through the crowd he heard a familiar voice. He turned to see Jules who seemed to be struggling to away from some douche where there was a crowd of bros dancing with their bimbo groupies.

Ziggy embraced Jules when she made her way to him. Just as she was asking why guys were so gross, he could see an angry hot mess coming up behind Jules. He got up in her space and started shouting, ”You stupid bitch. You think you just elbow me in the face and get away with it?”. Zig immediately went into protective mode. He pushed Jules behind him. Zig got right back up in his space said back to him, ”Don’t even talk her. If you got a problem, you can deal with me” The bro was like a ticking time bomb, ”Is that right, pretty boy? What … is she your girlfriend now? I thought you were a fag… you suddenly grew some balls?” Zig was now more than pissed, ”What did you call me?” The two were now literally inches from each other, both in the heat of a brewing fight. The bro hissed at him, ”I called you a fag, twinkle toes. Zig lunged at him and the two started going at it on the floor. A circle formed around them.

Some other guys at the party stepped in. Zig’s friends were pulling him off the bro, as the bro’s friend did the same with him. Some indistinguishable face step forward… some guy who was probably a 7th year hufflepuff. He said ”Let’s give it a rest guys… this is a party not a fighting ring” Maybe he was one of their prefects. He seemed to be made for calming down the tension.

Some of Zig’s friends were trying to talk to him and figure out what was going on. Zig pushed them all aside. He wasn’t in the mood for talking to them. He grabbed Jules by the hand and led her through the crowd until they got to a corner of the room that was empty. When they were away from everyone he looked at Jules, ”You ok?” He didn’t seem to notice that he had a split lip or a bruise starting to color his right cheek. Zig was just concerned that bro had been a creep to Jules before he had been able to set in.

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When Zig had finally pulled Jules to the quiet safety of one of the room corners, all he wanted to know was if she was ok. Of course she didn’t respond. Of course she decided to turn everything on him. She looked up at him with her doe eyes. Her eyes were really pretty… he always knew that… but tonight, they looked especially beautiful. He ignored that thought though. Jules was his best friend… practically like a sister to him. It felt a bit off to start feeling something about her hotness now. It was always noticeable. Everyone seemed to notice her being a ten… well everyone except Jules. She was oblivious when it came to that stuff. But maybe he was more buzzed than he realized because he was overcome by this feeling of just wanting to keep starring at her eyes.

Jules reached up with one hand and gently cupped his face. She told him he was hurt and needed ice. ”I’m fine” he said quietly. He was trying to be chill… to calm down, but the truth was he was still fuming. It was one thing that someone called him a fag. Whatever. He’d heard it before and it probably wouldn’t be the last time. He wasn’t about to start caring about their fucked up opinions. What he did care about was that douche did to Jules. He didn’t take enemies of his friends lightly. Especially jules. She was tough.. but her heart was too kind and her face too pretty for the damages of war and violence. No one had a right to touch her, and never like that… well… without her permission anyways.

Jules thanked him for being a badass. He tried not to smirk at that comment but he could resist. ”It wasn’t the goal but it is a nice perk that you feel that way” he remarked. As Jules brought down her hand he noticed her glance at it with a frown before pouting about wanting more beer. Zig gentle took her hand and he murmured ”that fucktard”. He pulled out his wand, ”Episkey” it was pointed at her bruise. When it started to slowly fade he smiled again. ”I would make a sexy nurse… don’t you think? People would literally be injuring themselves just so I could put my healing wand on them” he winked at her, his natural silly nature was slowly starting to come back as he cooled down from the fight. He then backtracked about her need for beer. He laughed again. ”You want more… How many have you had already” Zig was pretty sure the girl had already had enough.

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Before Zig realized what Jules was doing… she was kissing his cheek to make it all better. He liked it more than he thought he would… not that he’d ever thought about kissing Jules before… It was totally random but kinda awesome all at once. Zig laughed as she seemed to be mindlessly giggling. This girl was more bashed than he realized. When she started going on about her bruise having it’s own heartbeat he knew she was gonna be gone soon.

After he joked about being the sexiest nurse, Jules dubbed him ‘doctor love’. His ego was stroked. He liked the sound of that. If more people realized the epicness of him being the doctor of love… life would be a lot more exciting. Or at least he imagined it would be. Juliet rested her head on his chest as she tried to remember how many drinks she had had. Zig gently pet her head as he snuggled her close. He couldn’t hold in his amusement at this situation. He’d never seen this side of Juliet before. All those other times he thought she was drunk had all been a lie… this was the real face of Jules the lovie dovie drunk.

She lifted her head and erupted into giggles. Her brow was furrowed as she continued to try and figure out the math. It wasn’t going to happen. Zig stroked his chin as if he was deep in thought. Before he could stop her, Jules had his hand and was pulling him towards the booze. He watched her rub her forehead and mumble more about being drunk… or maybe she said drugged? It was getting hard to tell. However when she called him cute, he heard that loud in clear. She asked him to dance and he smiled back fondly at her.

Zig put a hand on each of her shoulders. ”My dearest jules… you are the sweetest and cutest drunk I have ever met” He touched her nose to his and whispered ”I think you’re cute too” He wasn’t saying it in a serious way but he had no shame is acknowledging that much. Zig moved his head and pulled her close in an adorable best friends hug and said ”I’d love to dance with you, but I don’t think you’ll be able to stand up much longer” He looked down at her, moving some hair out her face and wondering what he was going to do with her.

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