Confrontation (Michael, Emilian, Ryan and open)

[Ryan Magby]

Ryan walked up behind Pandora "I would certainly like to know that, among other things" he said staring straight at Emilian.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian looked at the new addition to the group and grinned, "Why hello there, Ryan. How's darling Savannah?" Michael knew exactly why he was there, and he should know him well enough to know what he planned to do, so he felt no need to answer the questions.

[Ryan Magby]

Ryan's rage built up inside but he said nothing to Emilian, instead he looked over at Pandora and Michael "Sorry Im late."

[Pandora D'Winter]

Pandora sat down on the ground and looked at all the boys smiling "So we're all here to solve whatever problems you boys have with each other in whatever way necessary." She said sweetly leaning back against the tree and crossing her arms. "Now Ryan has a problem with what happened between you and Savannah. Emilian what do you have to say."

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

When Ryan walked up, Michael glanced at him, nodding in recognition before looking back at Emilian, whose comment Michael thought unnecessary. "You probably won't want to hear his answer," he said quietly.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian smiled and tilted his head to Michael in appreciation, "Thank you for warning them." Then he looked up at Ryan, the smile still on his face. "I don't have much to say, other than she begs wonderfully and I would love to repeat the experience." His eyes sparkled as he looked into Ryan's.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael smiled bitterly at him for his thank you, then his eyes darkened, "You really are a horrible person," he said, eyes narrow. "You have a lot of nerve coming here and ruining people's lives like you have." By the end of his sentence his words belied his anger and he had taken a step towards Emilian, pointing his finger at his chest like it was his wand. "How dare you?" He knew that it would only make Emilian smile, but the tension he was feeling had become too much to keep inside. His expression was intense as he stared into Emilian's face.

[Pandora D'Winter]

Pandora smirked "you know what Emilian darling, I really do think they have a terminology for you kind of problem thats right I think its sadism and to top it all off your a ho and a bit of a sex addict. Its not attractive." If it was going to come to a fight Michael was not being smart he had totally left himself open.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian narrowed his eyes at Michael and was about to say something in return when Pandora broke in. He and Michael had never exactly been the closest of friends, but at one time they had been close companions, able to trust each other. Once Pandora finished speaking, he regained his composure and smirked at her before looking back at Michael, "I believe that's the best answer I can think of, I'm a sadist, a whore, and a sex addict."

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael balled his fists and turned around, trying to regain his control, turning his head slightly to glance at Pandora. She would learn soon that she couldn't say very much that Emilian would take as an insult. "That's not news to me," he muttered, his voice only slightly more under control.

[Pandora D'Winter]

Pandora gave Michael a 'your such an idiot' look before just sighing contentedly and closing her eyes in an almost bored manner. She wasn't trying to be insulting just to get Michael to calm down and that seemed to at least be working somewhat. "Now if you two are done acting like children could we please solve whatever it is going on between the two of you."

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian smirked, "Please Dora Dear, tell me the problem and I will try my very best to fix it." She had no idea the history the two of them had, it didn't surprise him that Michael had nearly blown up, he had always had a temper.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael glared back at Pandora before turning back around and crossing his arms tightly over his chest as he looked at Emilian. He had always had to hold his tongue, to bite back whatever he wanted to say about Emilian, and now he wasn't around the families, wasn't around anyone that could punish him for speaking his mind. But now wasn't the time. "The only 'problem' is that my family can't accept the fact that I've changed sides, and they sent him here to do who knows what."

[Emilian Sota]

"It's only natural for your family to be worried whenever their son changes the beliefs he has held to his entire life." Emilian watched Michael, his eyes intense. "If you had never been with that girl in the first place you would be standing on my side of this argument, you know that as well as I do. If you had never had that damned fit of conscience then there would be more girls than one telling you that you're a sadist, whore, and sex addict." By the end of his short rant, his eyes were blazing as he stared into Michael's eyes.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael shook his head, "I'm not like you," he said, though he knew that at one point he had been almost exactly like him. "Not anymore." He had never been as extreme as Emilian, but he would admit that he was a sadist, the time he had used the cruciatus curse on that Ravenclaw flashing in his memory.