Hyde your braincells (badum tsch)
Pain.
In the beginning Henry had thought he would get used to the agony of the transformation, but it wasn’t getting any better. Maybe it was a sign to go get some help, but he kept telling himself, that he could get rid of Hyde whenever he wanted and pushed the thought, that he was clearly lying to himself far in the back of his head.
Despite how much he hated his other half, he had made a promise to let him wander around -and hopefully attend a lesson or two- when he himself wasn’t occupied with lessons.
That’s what brought Henry Jekyll into the bathroom, into the cabin where in a hole in the wall he had stored a school uniform that fitted Edward, who was shorter than him by a lot.
He had opened the vial and drank the contents that burned like acid in his throat (maybe it was acid, he just mixed random chemicals together, it was a possibility) and now Edward Hyde was standing in the bathroom stall in an empty bathroom and stretching his limbs.
If a person had ever seen them next to each other -which was impossible- they would’ve thought, they were distant cousins or something. They shared the same hair colour, although Edward insisted on wearing his hair like he had stuck a fork in an electric socket.
Sherlock had mentioned, in one of his “talkative” moments, that they shared a sort of similarity in their facial features, although not to noticeable, because no one else had ever brought the subject up.
He reached into the hole in the wall, that was hidden in a corner and changed into fitting clothes. Edward hated the school uniform, but it was either a fitting one or Jekyll´s, that was several sizes to large for him. He still refused to wear his tie properly though, as an act of childish rebellion against the systemTM. This had become a fashion trend that was actively pursued by him, James, Sirius and Peter, and one time Edward had seen Van Helsing without his tie, but he wasn’t sure if the lad hadn’t just forgotten to put it on.
The stairs always felt a little bit steeper and longer to Hyde than they did to Jekyll, but Edward would rather French-kiss Creature, than ever admit any disadvantage to his other half. Talking about Creature, he could see them walking towards him in the hallway.
“Hello, good sir-“ he greeted, then realized his mistake.
An awkward chuckle was all that was heard in that hallway, then it was quiet for a solid minute.
Creature looked at Hyde annoyed, then just continued walking past him, not returning the greeting. Edward didn’t mind at all, he had been confronted with the sudden urge to either fight or flight, because although he -of course- feared nothing ever -why would you even say that he was a fearless evil- the fact that Creature was taller, stronger and way more advanced at magic than him (maybe because they actually went to classes) made him… let´s say… anxious.
He reached the portrait of the fat lady and remembered that he didn’t know the password.
“Fuck.” He exclaimed and stomped on the ground.
“I that’s not the password, Edward.” He heard a voice behind him say.
“Moonie! Fancy seeing you here!”
“This is literally our common room.”
A short silence endured.
“Come on,” Remus finally said, “I have your timetable. Not that you need it anyway… you always skip classes.”
Actually, Hyde wanted to defend himself, my other half wants to attend is own classes and the only time in control I get should not be wasted with school! But then he found the brain capacity to not say that. Instead, he shrugged and pointed at the portrait.
“Mind opening the door, Mister Lupin?”
“Of course not.” He turned to the painting and with all seriousness a person can muster while saying this, he said: “Yeet.”
The portrait swung open and the two boys entered the common room. A few students were sitting around, already doing classwork. What was this, Ravenclaw house? In a corner of the room, he spotted Sally and decided to ignore her. He had at least some standard.
“Yeet…” he mumbled to himself to memorize the password, “What´s a yeet-“
Out of nowhere James and Sirius showed up. They both had a book in their hands and on cue with Hydes question they threw the books through the room and screamed “YEET!”
Then they turned to Edward and Remus.
“Moonie!” Sirius exclaimed.
“Hey, Shawty” James tackled Hyde who frowned at the nickname, “didn´t see ya on the train, I was worried they kicked you out at last!”
Hyde laughed and boxed James on the shoulder, for which he had to reach up, because James had grown over the summer and was now almost two heads taller than him.
“As if they could get rid of me!” and in thoughts he added: Not even Jekyll can.
They had a good laugh and seated themselves around the fireplace.
“So, tell me about your summer, guys!” Edward grinned at his friends.
“Wait, we´re still missing Peter.” Sirius said and gestured in direction of the dormitory where in that second Peter came running towards them, sliding into one of the couches and grinning at them.
“We can start. Hey Edward.” He waved at the brunette.
“I start!” James exclaimed.
He started talking about his summer and how he spent it with his family and how he totally missed you guys, I was so bored!
“Yeah,” Sirius said, “we should spend a summer together… all of us. There´s so much stuff we could do!”
Everyone agreed to that, especially in the light that Sirius would not have to spend the summer with his family and Remus would have all of them to be with him during a full moon. Well almost all of them. Due to their soul-split-problem, Hyde and Jekyll actually agreed on one thing: Becoming an Animagus was not an option for them.
(For the record, Hyde definitely would be a cat.)
Remus told very little of his holidays, but he talked about a nice ice cream stall in his neighbourhood.
“Well,” said Edward, “I spent the summer with Jekyll.”
That wasn’t a lie, everything else he said about his living condition, something about them sharing a flat, because it´s cheaper you guys, I actually can’t stand the guy!
“And what can I say… he spent the whole summer pining…”
“Okay, Shawty, now you have our attention, tell us who it is.” Sirius crossed his legs on the sofa and looked at him.
“You´re a bitch for gossip, you know that?” Edward grinned at the dark-haired boy.
“So I´ve heard.”
“But Pads is right!” James said, “Tell us!”
“Alright, Alright!” Edward leaned forwards, a sly smirk on his lips, “It is none other than mister prim and proper, Hastie Robert Lanyon.”
Sirius gasped, so did James and Peter. Remus was not surprised. He was friends with Henry and had heard a lot of pining on their tea and book sessions with Lily. Talking about the meetings with Henry and Lily, James had tried to join them (because of Lily obviously, not that he would admit it) but everyone involved relished their peace and quiet and so James was denied joining their meetings.
“I fucking knew it!” Sirius exclaimed, “I told you guys, especially you, Hyde, they are perfect for each other!”
“Yeah…” James said thoughtfully, “but if Shwaty´s description is anything to go by, they´re both oblivious and stupid.”
“Oh, you bet they are!” Edward whined, “Please help me, I can’t take the pining anymore!”
“I don’t think we should do this.” Remus pointed out. “This is pretty much a private thing between Henry and Lanyon.”
“Moonieeeeee” Sirius whined, “let us have this one!”
“Yeah,” Peter said, “and not a word to Jekyll!”
That wasn’t really necessary, Hyde thought, because he already felt Henry screaming at him in the back of his head, and that only fuelled his determination to do what he was about to do.
“In that case, my friends, I suggest forming an unofficial club… to end my suffering.”
Sirius seemed delighted at that idea and nodded. “All in favour say Aye.”
“Aye” said James.
“Aye” Peter raised his hand.
“I can´t believe you guys…” Remus grumbled. Then he raised his hand too “Aye.”
Hyde chuckled. What are you going to do about that, Jekyll?
You can´t hyde from me!