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Zacharias liked to believe that if he had been welcomed into the party things might have gone differently. After all he had been invited. Except that was not what happened. As Michael Corner began to close the door in his face something snapped inside him. With a good show of strength he threw up his arm to catch the door. "In case you forgot, I was invited and if you didn't want me here you should have thought about that before hand. So, show some fucking respect."
He pushed passed Michael, looking around the group gathered there all having a good time and it just made him so angry. And Justin had given him the permission to be pissed this morning. He had even said that it wouldn't be different than any other day. "You're all just hypocrites, all about friendship, inclusion, but only if you follow some shite guidelines."
His gaze landed right on the host across the room. "With Virgin Boy here trying to play nice when it suits him, just like your parents, but here let me help." Zacharias reached into his pocket pulling out a heavy bag full of galleons. He tossed the bag at Ernie. It was irrelevant of wether he caught it or not. "But if your righteous sensitivities that mean absolutely shit don't allow you to accept charity, consider it a gift to help you family out, get the approval they have always sought from my parents.
"Oh and you..." Zacharias turned spotting Dean Thomas, not even bothering to hide his repulsion at the fact he was living with another man. So, he just shook his head. "You're too easy, shaking up with that knacker Finnegan." That was really all that needed to be said.
Scanning over the group, it was purely accidental that Jasper caught his attention. "And you used to be a rock star and now you're just a sad little man. Hell, you and Bianca here would made quite the pair. You are the most pathetic Hufflepuffs I've ever met without any sort of spines or personality. At least everyone feels something about me, fuck, if you even get remembered half of the time." It was much better to be hated and have everyone feel something toward him that be written off all together.
"And you," he pointed right at Justin. It seemed all too fitting to leave the man of honor for last. "Fuck you, Justin." Those three simple words packed a big punch before he devolved into the rest of his rant. "My name is Zacharias Smith, it's not that fucking hard to say and it's not cute when you call me Zach or show up unwarranted at my father's burial services and the somehow manage to make it about you. I mean, boo fucking who, your father was killed during the war, like we don't all have daddy issues so join the society. But hey, happy fucking birthday."
Zacharias picked up the closest beverage, raising in toast. "Here's to another ruddy year where you can continue to be a useless lay about putting your dick in, or, Merlin, taking a dick from, anything that moves. Maybe this year will be the year you get warts and it all falls off. I'm really crossing my fingers on that one." He took a swig from the cup before throwing it on the ground.