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Tweak says, "He's a REAL doctor!"

In three different cities, three young men choked on their coffee, looking awestruck at the newspapers three innocent-looking owls had just delivered.

In less than five seconds they had flickered through the Daily Prophet’s front page, mouths hanging open in surprise and eyes widening with each line.

With the ease gained by regular practice they took their mobile-phones from the occult holders and dialled the number which would establish immediate connection between them.

They stayed silent, trying to catch their own train of thoughts.

-You received it too?-asked one of them, finally breaking the quietness. He was tall and muscled, with short sSpiked blond hair, sky blue amused eyes, and soft thin lips, which were curled in a smug smirk. Because of his rather…uncommon abilities, he was known as Truth.

-Yes.- the reply, brief and to the point, came from a boy who could easily be defined by those same words. Spike was also tall and slim, his face sharp and pointed, dark blue eyes framed by long black lashes standing out against the fair skin. His silky dark brown, almost black hair was tied up in a tight ponytail.

-Affirmative.- answered the third voice. It was both stern and jovial, in a combination which perfectly suited it’s owner. Slaughter was lean, of average height, with shoulder-length reddish brown hair and hazel almond-shaped eyes. At first sight he appeared to be the most ordinary of them. Most obviously, things aren’t always what they seem, as there was a glint of something dangerous in that kind eyes that quite clearly denied the overall harmless look.

They quieted once more. Shortly after a long suffering sigh echoed through the phone.

- Holy shit, you won. Again.

-That I did. –answered back the blonde, self-satisfaction dripping from his words.- He did it at the Ministry, with a newspaper, in 2013!

Loud cursing could be heard through the line.

-Fuck, he’s right. Remind me not to bet against a seer next time, will you?

-Better remind me to play normal ‘Clue’ next time.-growled Spike jokingly.

Silence settled once again between the three friends.

-So…anybody knows how’s Viper doing?

-Viper?

-Yeah. I like it better than ‘Jade’.

- Hey! I happen to like ‘Jade’.

-You’re kidding, right? You really like ‘Jade’, like Jaded?

-…You do know we’ve been calling him Jade for years, right?

- Yes.- Spike answered, and through his voice Truth could tell he was raising his eyebrow derisively, praying to whatever deity there was to end “his torture at the hands of such a brainless idiot”, as he loved to say.

-So why do you want to change it now?- inquired Slaughter, puzzled.

-Because he’s most obviously a different person now? –the scathing tone was underlined by a hint of their constant friendly bickering.

-But he’s not!

-He’s too!

-He’s not!

-He’s too!

-He’s not!

Slaughter’s capacity of involving people in “is not/is too” quarrels was legendary. Even the usually more cool and collected Spike was swayed by him when he went into his “is not/is too” moods.

-He’s. Damned, you got me again.

-That I did. And, just so you know…he’s not.

-Arrg!- Spike was not familiar with frustration…unless Slaughter was in the city. Then, his blood pressure reached impressive heights.-…

-What?

-…You’ve not seen the photos, right?

-What photos?

-The ones of Viper clad in tight-fitting leather pants, an unbuttoned black silky shirt carelessly showing snow-white skin…That photos.

Truth, who had been holding his laughter at his friend’s antics, his curiosity suddenly perked up.

-…

-Why the hell have you seen them while I haven’t?-he whined.

-Maybe ‘cause I took care of setting photographers by the crowd?- Spike sneered.

-And why would you do that?

Spike restrained another sigh. Really, could he be more oblivious?

-Perhaps ‘cause a fucking seer predicted he’d give them the shock of their lives then?

-Oh. Right. Yeah…can I get some photos too?

This time Spike couldn’t hold a groan of irritation. And they were supposed to be some of the best criminal masterminds in Europe?