Harry paced circles through his room, somehow hating everything right now. The term was starting in three days and he still had so much stuff to organise. "Thsutch a thsupid thsing!", he called, as he accidentally slammed his toe against the table, then he heard a low chuckle behind him.
"You know, you could have avoided all those 's' noises if you would've just said 'fuck'."
Harry gave a sarcastic snicker at William's grin.
"Very funny", he remarked, then he slumped down on his bed and took off his sock to examine his toe.
"Ouch", Will exclaimed when he saw the already swollen toe. "That must hurt."
Harry scoffed. "Oh, really? Well, thsat'ths thsomethsing I haven't yet notithsed."
Will chuckled slightly as Harry's newly found sarcasm and leaned back against the wall.

Chris got up and walked into the middle of the circle that had built in the yard. About twenty people were there, all of which belonged to the "Sabertooths".
"Hi guys", he greeted casually, throwing smiles to all sides. "If nobody has a matter to discuss, I would like to bring something up."
He waited for a second. Usually nobody would say anything. When everything went like they had planned for it to go, which was most of the time. But not today.
Lenny, the youngest one, stood up, obviously trying to look as brave as he could.
Chris smiles. "Lenny. Go on, what's the matter?"
Lenny swallowed as he stepped into the large circle. "Well", he started, "I... I noticed that... One of out longest members, my brother in fact, has gotten himself loads of trouble recently. Not only with my father, I believe. And I thought... maybe... one of you could help?"
Tom froze immediately when Lenny mentioned him. He felt like all air had vanished out of his lungs. "That's really nothing, we should discuss right now, nor right here", he scowled angrily.
"Oh, I don't believe that's quite correct", Chris interjected. "When the second in command constantly endangers himself, it is the matter of the group to discuss it."
Tom's expression remained frozen as he replied in an icy cold voice: "It is not for anyone of you to decide what I should or should not do."
"Yes, it is", Chris interrupted him again. "It is, because you belong to us. We're a pack. We have to show each other complete and thorough honesty." - "I also have my privacy!" Tom snapped now, starting to raise his voice, knowing that he shouldn't. Knowing, he should obey what the leader told him to do. He had witnessed often enough what happened when you talked back to Chris, even felt it once, but shouting at him was something entirely different. Still, he was determined not to show his fear as he got up and also walked into the middle of the circle, his voice rising with every step.
"Why are you controlling us like that, huh? Are you afraid we could secretly make plans to murder you? You know, it doesn't make sense! You know it very very well!"
Suddenly Tom lay on the ground, his whole face burning. Chris had backhanded him harshly and now was shaking his head in seeming sadness.
"Tom, why do you make me do this to you? Why?"
And then Tom felt Zeke and Oscar pull him up to his feet, and be wasn't able to ignore his fear, as he knew what would follow.