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While the minutes passed, Randall picked at the food and watched others join the house tables. Malfoy entered, to which Randall gave a nod, to greet him with. Even though he was a Hufflepuff, he was still a Malfoy, and Randall's family and theirs were friends. They didn't talk much, though. Different houses~

Soon after, Nyx entered. He was glad to see her. The last week or so was pretty boring at the school, without really knowing anyone. There were rumors as to where she went, but until she sat down right next to Titus, he didn't believe them. His eyebrows raised in amazement for a moment, then dropped as a frown appeared on his face. Jealousy? No! He quickly tore his eyes away from the couple and to his own table.

Ever Leighton sat down. A well known quite girl... with a knack for hating anything with blood less pure than her own. He didn't know much about her, other than her parents don't share her views. He didn't much, either. He kept up the appearance that he did, but that was mainly because of his and the Carrow's families being so close. Now, though... his blood wasn't even pure, anymore. It was tainted... cursed.

But he did enjoy teasing her, "Enjoy your holiday vacation in the library, Leighton?" A mischievous grin appeared on his face. He didn't have much room to talk, though. He missed a whole month and a half, after Halloween.
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                                              A quote came to light once her hunger was sated and her wandering gaze fell upon the Hufflepuff table. Never put too much trust in friends, learn how to use enemies. How she would use Nyx Carrow as a future advantage was unclear at the moment, but jealousy seethed through Ever whenever her female housemate's family came into mind. Powerful, well known, and a passion for social standing, things that her own relations cared little about. Then there was the Malfoy badger, nothing but an embarrassment to such a legendary name. Not chosen for Slytherin? It was ridiculous. Something wasn't right in the boy's mind, nothing a good hex couldn't cure. Before she was finished sifting through some painful spells to use, when it was least expected, a humorous voice distracted her. Leave it to Randall to interrupt a woman's dark thoughts leading to nowhere good...

                                              Ever knew next to nothing about the sixteen year old boy. They'd become accustomed to small jabs at each other's expense. Of course, he was a pure-blood, otherwise he'd have made a big mistake speaking to her. But, she didn't know his actual family history, or much else. In fact, she wasn't even sure how he'd caught on to her frequent library visits. With a rather natural shrug of disinterest, she placed her fork and spoon neatly onto her plate and pushed it back into the middle of the table.
                                              "You're thick, Mr. Grey. You've been doddering about, following me, have ye?" The accent was a bit humiliating, not that she'd ever admit it. There just hadn't been enough time for her to transition into ridding herself of the strange phrases and change of words that most everyone around her didn't use. That was probably another reason she tended to stay quiet; teachers and students seemed to ask her to repeat herself an awful lot.

                                              Holidays hadn't been enjoyable since she was younger, and in truth, Ever was excited for school to start again. Stupid breaks meant leaving the large castle practically empty, and giving her too much spare time that she didn't know what to do with herself.
                                              "I can't wait for classes to pick up again. I've become bored attempting to jinx people, considering many Mudbloods know to stay out of the way now." After she carefully constructed her words so that her accent was less apparent, she glanced at Randall to gauge his reaction to the foul name she'd just used. "What'd you do for break anyways? Get anything for the holidays?" Ever herself hadn't received anything from her family, but that wasn't exactly surprising. They'd made futile attempts to push her into reconsidering the value of blood, and since then have decided to only contact her every once in awhile. Last time she'd gotten something from them had been a few months ago, so it really wasn't like her to be expectant.


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Titus had opened his mouth to ask Nyx on something Quidditch related when a show fell over them. Clamping his mouth shut, he blinked a little when the Ravenclaw Captain took a seat beside Nyx and gave a polite nod of greeting. What was the guy's name again...oh right, Anthony Quintus Aldermaston. The heck was the guy doing here at the Hufflepuff table and not his own? Pushing the thought from his head, he focused on the brief one sided conversation happening before him. He had been tempted to take a muggle candy but the look on Nyx's face made him want to chuckle. Quelling the urge, he watched the exchange between the two with some degree of amusement. When the silence seemed to stretch too long, Titus spoke.
"Nice to see you again, Anthony. How was your break? Do anything exciting?" He questioned, with a friendly grin.


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Nathan was supposed to be already in the great hall about half an hour ago, but the book he was reading had kept him sitting cross-legged on his bed for the duration on the time. Closing the last page of the large volume, he slipped of his bed and straightened his outfit. Pocketing his wand, he ran a hand through his messy locks and made his way out of the boy's dorm, through the common room and out the portrait hole. It took him little time to get to the great hall, hunger having propelled his pace down the long halls. Stepping inside the double door, he took a moment to look around. He easily spotted his cousin sitting at the Hufflepuff table and gave a light snort, but felt his eyes widen a little when his gaze fell on the person beside him. Well, he'd be damned...was that Nyx Carrow sitting beside his cousin? By Merlin, it was...had she finally managed to snag him from the other badgers then? Nathan almost hooted with laughter but resisted the urge and let his eyes wander to the other tables. When his gaze fell on his own table, he instantly picked out Randall, who was having a conversation with his fellow Slytherin. Following the line of the boy's gaze, he took note of none other than Ever Anabella Leighton and Nathan felt a smile slide over his lips. Now, there was a Slytherin he could appreciate. From a similar pure-blood family line as his, Nathan knew Ever's views on mudbloods and blood traitors did not stray too far from his own opinion, which was an added bonus. Perhaps he ought to give her the gift he had bought her over the holiday after dinner. It was a thought. Leisurely making his way to his own table, he took a seat close to Ever (about one seat over from her) and began to fill his own plate.
"Don't mean to interrupt but....Hello Mi'dear Ever, Randall." He greeted, giving both of his fellow housemates a cheeky grin.


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Nyx let out a loud sigh as she rolled her eyes at his words. He calls himself a Ravenclaw, but he does not know a Slytherin's aversion to anything to do with muggle's. Turning her attention toward the boy, "Not stupid eh?"She sneered at him. "Slytherin remember." She once again ignored the other bag of candy that he offered. Titus was of course nice and talked with the stupid Ravenclaw. She smirked to herself that the though of such a thing.

She merely just ate her breakfast, which consisted of fresh fruits and some toast smothered with butter and strawberry jam. Her eyes wandered as she let the voices around he just become background noise. They wandered to her own table. There she saw Ever, Randall, and Nathan. As she watched them, she had an urge to join them. To be among her own kind. People who thought like she did. Well Ever and Nathan did. Randall was just a sheep in wolf clothing. Of course that was in no way a dig at his curse of being a werewolf. Her eyes flicked to Titus before they went back to her own table to watch the others.

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With as little as she talked, Randall was still caught off guard by her accent. He sat up a bit straighter, "Doddering about?" a jokingly offended tone about his voice. "No, but it seems as if I guess right." A guess based on what he'd overheard other students talking about, while walking through the halls. Randall tapped the top of his place with his wand, making the plate and it's leftovers disappear.

A grin appeared on his face when she mentioned how else she passes time. He'd gotten used to the word that described wizards and witches with non-magic folks, though he didn't use it anywhere near as much as those he kept company.

"A postcard from my uncle, and new Quidditch gloves." He was surprised he got anything at all. While his uncle had been the one to take him in, they didn't have a great relationship. Not that it was bad, he just didn't have a whole lot of time with the old man. He did visit while Randall was in the hospital, though. "What about you?"

Another face he recognized appeared at their table, opposite of Ever. "Nathan," He greeted Titus' cousin. "How were your holidays?"

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                                              Before Ever could jokingly scold Randall for unintentionally making her feel like an idiot because she confirmed his mere guess about her library visits, Nathan had unexpectedly seated himself at the table with a greeting, and, feeling eyes on her, she noticed Nyx staring at their group of three. A short debate went on in her thoughts before she gave Carrow an almost legitimate smile and a nod, indicating she should join them. Maybe she didn't find the girl exactly buddy material, but they were both in the Slytherin house and more importantly, pure-bloods. That was fine by her, for the moment. Once she returned her attention to the two males in her company, she let a genuine smile grace her lips and her shoulders slumped in a comfortable posture. Nathan had that effect on her, and she couldn't help but think he was the only real friend she wanted in this school. "Nathan, you're looking as young as ever." Mirroring his grin, she had to admit, it had always been enjoyable poking fun at his age, even if it wasn't a serious misfortune, they were only a grade apart as it were.

                                              Back to Randall, the seemingly tricky lad.
                                              "Indicates you were wastin' time, although you were bang on about my big dark secret but don't think you're so sly." A humorous laugh escaped her throat as she watched him clear his table space with an amusing tap of his wand. Even more interesting was she wondered if Randall understood that he was now on her list of people allowed to converse with her due to his simple smile when she'd mentioned the insult. Otherwise, if he'd shown any sign of offense, he'd become, in her mind, invisible and unimportant. Just like that. It didn't bother her that he'd received gifts either, she hadn't been interested in feeling left out or excluded from the holidays and she'd slightly enjoyed all the reading time, perhaps not the emptiness that came with it though. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she leaned back a little, gaze finding the ceiling and zoning in on it. "Who needs gifts?" Smirking, she left it at that.


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Anthony grinned when Nyx chose to remind him she was a Slytherin. An eyebrow rose and he spoke "Yes. Your point, though?. Of course he knew the Slytherins' distaste for anything muggle-made... that was the point. Play in the snake pit and stir them up.

He piled some food onto his plate before he saw the flicker of temptation in Titus' eyes and gestured at the bag. "Help yourself, Titus" before he heard the question Titus asked him.

That question sparked a peculiar light in his eyes... clearly, one of those subjects that would be guaranteed to make him come alive then. An eyebrow went up again before he added that "Amusing would be a better word.", eating some of the food before elaborating. "Dad and I spent most of it fighting to keep a straight face and avoiding catching each other's eyes. See, we went to maternal grandparents and well...", pausing to glance at Nyx "I'm a filthy half-blood. " Use the name yourself and rob it of all power. It was amusing because of muggles talking about the magic of Christmas.

"It's so tempting to tell them that Easter's the magical holiday. Can't but so tempting. " and with that, he fell to eating while waiting for a response. Of course, that left the question of whether Anthony was quite sure he didn't want to stand up because that was practically a speech for him.

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Nyx's eye felt like they were going to roll right out her head when she heard the Ravenclaw boy comment about being a half-blood. She had to stop herself just laughing out loud at his actions. Just shaking her head as she picked up her half eaten plate. She knew it was a mistake to have joined the Hufflepuff table. This was once again another time she wish Titus was like the rest of his family. That he was in the house of the snake. She hated being separated from him, but she despised being around the other lesser breeds. She gave Titus a sweet smile as she excused herself from the table. "Excuse me Titus, but I am being called over to my table." She said as she pointed to the small group that had gathered. Randall, Nathan, and Ever.



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Titus felt the urge to roll his eyes a little at the comment Anthony directed at Nyx, but resisted the urge and listened to the rest of what the boy had to say. Anthony was always an..interesting fellow. Hearing Nyx's voice, he blinked and glanced over at her, quirking an eyebrow when she pointed. Following the line of her finger, he caught sight of his cousin, Randall and none other than Ever Leighton. Bringing his attention back onto Nyx, he gave her a grin and a nod.
"Not a problem, Nyx. I'll just snag you away later." He stated, winking at her.


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Nathan gave a light shrug at Randall's question and ran a hand through his bangs.
"Oh, I feel the love, Ever." He joked back, playfully sticking his tongue out at her before he answered Randall's question.
"I can't say anything exciting happened during my holiday. It was rather boring actually, the plus side was that I got a few good gifts this year. Actually, no I lied...the annual Christmas party did sort of make up for the rest of the holidays..." he muttered, frowning a little at the rather vague answer. He hadn't meant to give that but...ah, what the heck. Taking a nibble of his toast, he almost choked and laughed aloud at Ever's comment about questions. Giving the girl a fake gasp, he pressed a hand to his chest and pretended to look hurt.
"Does that mean you don't want my gift? Why, My dear Ever...I'm hurt that you'd think that way. Really I am..." He muttered, jutting his lips out in a pout as his eyes twinkled with suppressed mirth. From the corner of his eye, he saw Nyx pointing at their table from her place beside his cousin and had to resist the urge to raise his eyebrow in question.


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Randall grinned when Ever warned him about thinking he was clever. At her question, though, Randall's head tilted. The Slytherin girl was always strange, but he was still surprised by things.

He sat quietly, for a moment, watching the two talk about presents, while in the background he noticed Nyx getting ready to join them, her plate in hand...

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Aaron still had not really seen his friends since he was back...he assumed they were doing their own things. Pretty much what he was doing now. He could not wait to get out in two and a half more years, and into the real world. Aaron wants to be successful, have lots of money, live in a nice house, have a family...he already had his dream set up.

His next thought was which OWLs he would want to put more focus on this latter half of the school year. He wanted to put most of his focus on his DADA, Transfiguration, and Care of Magical Creatures exams for sure. Of course he still had four that he would have to also do - Potions, Astronomy, Herbology, and History of Magic - he would just put most of his focus on the top three. He really wanted to learn about becoming an Animagus in the near future, so passing Transfiguration OWL was a priority. Also to become an Auror, of course, if professional Quidditch fails him, he would have to score fairly high in all of his OWLs and NEWTs he takes. It was a rough challenge ahead of him.

Aaron was too focused on his own little thought process that he did not really notice who was around him...definitely none of his friends. It was back to his normal routine...only a couple people maybe saying hi to him, but the rest of the time, he was on his own. It was a bummer really that he wasn't more outgoing in his younger years...maybe he would have had more friends. But now, he just had to deal with what he had.

Aaron finished his meal up, and since no one was really paying attention to him (deep down he did not mind at all) he just decided to head back to his room. He became one of the more reclusive athlete, which indeed is very rare. Being that he wasn't a social butterfly, like the other athletic people at the school, it made him more shy, more introverted, and just much more anxious. Hands in his pockets, Aaron got up from his seat in the corner table, and began to walk out of the Great Hall.






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Anthony frowned slightly when both bags were ignored. “What’s up? Not fond of mints?” That would explain Titus’ reluctance to take a humbug…. It didn’t explain the pepper imps remaining untouched though.

Not that Anthony would actually ever hear the other boy’s answer because he was busy… not exactly daydreaming… not exactly reminiscing either but certainly lost in his own thoughts. Some people can wonder how exactly Anthony ever got sorted into Ravenclaw as there’s only three fields in which he’s really inclined to show off his intelligence. Muggle world stuff, Wizarding world stuff and the third one…. Well, that’s his pet obsession and changes on a roughly weekly basis. Those wondering people are what is called unobservant, naïve or gullible, depending on how charitable other people feel like being. There’s a saying that ‘Still waters run deep’ and this is so very true of Anthony.

There’s another relevant saying that people should be aware of, in Anthony’s presence though. ‘Curiosity killed the cat’. The person that should most be wary of this is Anthony himself but that won’t happen right now. Curiosity may kill the cat but satisfaction brought it back gives a rough idea of Anthony’s own thoughts on the matter – not that he is aware enough to phrase it in that way.

About those weekly obsessions, it doesn’t matter whether the present one is botany, Muggle pop music, or the history of the Necrimon, if Anthony wants to know about it, then he will and damn the consequences; full speed ahead! Nor is there much point in mentioning a subject is “forbidden” either, that alone is enough to spark a peculiar light in his eyes. This hunger for arcane knowledge is both his greatest strength and his greatest weakness.

Anthony manages to get into a little bit of mischief without landing himself in danger or in real trouble. Granted, he’ll sneak into locked rooms after dark and forge passes to the restricted library section but he only wants to know what’s in there and just wants to read the book.

It’s best to indulge him whenever possible and let the obsession burn itself out; and when this is not possible, to explain to him in great detail and absolutely no patronizing why the subject must not be explored. The other option is to ask him to explain something about either world; he’s rather proud of both “being able to see what’s right in front of him” and “being in possession of an ounce of logic”

Anthony chuckled a bit at his own thoughts. To the others in the Great Hall, it probably seemed that he was chuckling for no apparent reason. Really, he was thinking about his own character. When he thought about it, it wasn’t really that surprising. How could either early memories of being hushed before he got daddy in trouble and early memories of futilely attempting to explain muggle things to pureblood cousins ever contribute separately, let alone combine, to produce a talkative offspring? Then there’s the questions… if ever there was a wizard in danger of self-destruction from too much knowledge, surely, it would be a Ravenclaw Scorpio. His parents did his best to answer Anthony’s early never-ending stream of extraordinary questions but sooner or later, he’d come up with something that’d stump them and this was generally the point at which a grandparent intervened and told him … well, it generally boiled down to the old adage that children should be seen and not heard. Aside from the eternal questions, there’s the fact that Anthony was always intended for a cooler mind and a stiller tongue. By Nature, by Merlin, By God… by whoever or whatever, the fact remains that Anthony was never supposed to be a hot-blooded, talkative individual.

As he got older though, he realised that he might not be able to tell muggles about the Wizarding world, but there’s nothing to stop him from giving muggleborns a primer nor is there anything to stop him from helping the pureblood population fit into muggle society either. On some level, perhaps not a conscious one, but an existing one all the same, he’s aware that he knows too much about the muggle world to truly fit in with the wizarding world and vice versa. His solution to not fitting onto either shore is simply this: Be the Bridge. He’s quite happy to explain aspects of either world, he just needs to be asked. Still, he keeps both kinds of sweets on him... not that it’s exactly clear why, unless it’s tied up with his whole “I’m a filthy half-blood and proud of it.” thing he’s got going on.

The Quidditch Captaincy will slowly but surely settle him down, not that Anthony himself is aware of this yet. On some level, he's aware that he knows too much about the muggle world to ever completely fit into the wizarding world and vice versa. Perhaps, he's more aware now because he's older; perhaps it's because it's what will get focused on, in the absence of quite as much mischief as before. It's not something he can necessarily articulate though as he doesn't quite know that he knows it. Still, you can see its marks if you trace his progress closely.

As a firstie, he had both kinds of sweets on him and was liable to insult himself first with a rather interesting sense of pride attached to “filthy half-blood.” By third year, Care of Magical Creatures and Muggle Studies tied for his favourite class with DADA… and DADA can easily be dismissed as the result of the scorpion’s influence. The end result? Anthony: the quiet mysterious Quidditch-loving boy that boarded the train for the first time a few years back? Well, he's rapidly growing into Anthony: the Quidditch-obsessed young man whose answer to not belonging on either bank, as it were, can be summed up in a few words: Be the bridge. This tactic is also known as “Explain the muggle world to purebloods, and the wizarding world to muggleborns." He can still be relied on to have both kind of sweets though.

There’s a knack there for quiet, calm and placid leadership. This is not the leadership of hot-headed gryffindors though; this is the subtle nudge that sometimes looks for a moment as though there’s no leadership happening at all. If anyone is ever in any doubt that this does get results eventually, all they need do is throw a pebble in a pool. Nothing happens at first but wait for it and eventually the ripples spread out to the other side… the ripples go a lot further than you’d think.

Well, mostly. Anthony is after all, still a teenager, still a minor, still at school. He’s still at an age where he will do stupid things just because most people are idiots at the age of fifteen or sixteen or so. Consciously or subconsciously, it takes time to think all of that.

He almost seemed frozen in his thoughts before he blinked, shook his head and took a deep breath, much in the manner of someone who’d been swimming underneath the surface as long as they possibly could and was now coming up for air.

After repeating this little mannerism a few times, he focused on Titus again. “Umm… sorry. We watched A Christmas Carol.” There was a pause before he added “That’s a film of a book. A film is kind of like a very long wizarding photograph but with sound, in case you didn’t know.

Here, he picked up the badge and pinned it to the chest of his robes. “However, I do have a reason for being here, instead of…”, gesturing over at the Ravenclaw table. “It seems the pitch is double-booked on ___________”, naming the day.

I’m sure even dad could work out the logic here and even mum could see…”, trailing off for a minute before realising that actually, it might be a good idea to rephrase that… because the Slytherin has removed herself, so no, there really is no need to rub his blood-status in Titus’ face. “ Uhh... never mind... that was for their benefit. " pausing again to gesture at the table of snakes. "]Anyway, it seems to me that the obvious solution would be a scrimmage or a practice or a friendly… whatever you want to call it. That way, both teams get to practice. ” One hand was extended to Titus to shake while the other fiddled with the pin on his robes.



((I leave Titus to figure out the details of which day. I just wanted to set up getting them the hell out of the Great Hall quickly on a certain day, to accommodate a plot twist I have in mind. Sorry for the post that went on forever though. I only intended to do the “let’s scrimmage” bit but it kinda got away from me and I went “Nope, don’t care.” ))

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                                              With an extremely dramatic roll of her eyes, Ever made an attempt to playfully shove Nathan's shoulder, her own tongue following suit in this childish banter. "You better not have got me anything, stupid boy. I'd feel awful for not even thinking about doing the same. Matter of fact, I didn't consider Christmas shopping for anybody this year." Gifts were overrated, in her honest opinion. Trying to find those few things for people that you weren't even sure they'd appreciate, and instead would toss it the first chance they get. Not to mention the amount of money spent every year on such occasions as Christmas, it was ridiculous. Shaking her head, she, despite her thinking, couldn't help resist a feeling of curiosity. What would he get her anyways? Did he know of something she'd wanted? Maybe a book? Though there were plenty of those in the library, there were certain ones the place might not have. Maybe ballet shoes? That would mean he'd seen her dance, or she'd let it slip to him about her passion, she wasn't entirely sure. It shouldn't matter, it shouldn't. Still, it made her feel almost special, and she hated how much her thoughts were contradicting each other.

                                              Ever's gaze wandered from her table only to fixate on Nyx's next movements and the apparent fact she was intending to approach their group. A sudden fluttering sounded near her right shoulder, startling her so that she twisted her neck rather quickly only to meet the large black eyes of a beautiful, rich brown colored owl, a deep red envelope in it's beak.
                                              "Oh, bloody hell. Thanks, Donn. Couldn't have just let it slip out of your mouth whilst flying, could ya?" Reluctantly, she retrieved the Howler, patting her pet on the head before he gracefully exited the way he had come. Naturally, this would not be something she would want publicized for fear of embarrassment or personal information that her parents could disclose. "I hate to cut this short, darlings, but I'd rather not delay and set this off in here. I'll be back, or so I hope." After that, she pushed up from the table and, straightening her robes once again, she rushed past the tables and exited the Great Hall. From where she stood in the Entrance Hall, she was now unsure where to go. The thing would echo quite loudly and she wasn't safe to let it erupt yet. Where could she go?

                                              A moment's hesitation and she ran, moving off to the side and through a portrait, descending narrow stairs into a cooler part of the castle. A long, thankfully empty, hallway stretched out before her and she approached the center of it. There, she released a deep sigh of irritation and opened the envelope, watching it unfurl itself into a mouth like shape and begin screaming in an almost singsong like tone, that which was her mother's. The Irish accent was thick with the woman but Ever understood it perfectly, although did not flinch at the explosion of her voice.
                                              "Ever Arabella Leighton, you've done it this time! Haley Donovan's parents are absolutely disgusted with our family at this point. How dare you hex the poor child due to her non magical background! You are on the verge of being expelled, I have spoken to your teachers and they have nothing good to say about you. You're a waste of space, a pointless existence. Oh, how I wish I'd never given birth to you. If I hear one more complaint about your sickening behavior, you don't want to know what will happen. I control you! I can send you away, far away! Grow up!" Once the outrage had ended, there was nothing but a pile of ashes on the stone floor, which Ever kicked at in annoyance and clenched her tiny fists. What she wouldn't give to teach her parents a lesson the same way she'd tried to teach many mud-bloods.


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Titus hadn't been paying much attention to Anthony, which is probably why he felt his eyebrows arching when the Ravenclaw chuckled a little for no apparent reason. Snapping back to reality at the boy's voice, he struggled to follow along with Anthony's jump from thought to thought. When the boy mentioned Quidditch and the pitch being double booked, Titus almost cursed aloud when he realized. Quickly making a few calculations in his head, he blinked a little at Anthony's outstretched hand.
They could do a friendly match...which would certainly help the rookies of the group. They did have a few practices before that date they could get through...in which case, Titus could drill the living hell out of the rookies and the rest of the team. He'd just have the team save some of their best moves for the actual games.
"Sure...I don't see why not. We can probably work something out, I think." He stated, reaching out his own hand and shaking Anthony's. He would definitely have to call a team meeting of sorts and run it by the rest of his team, or catch them in between classes. If it didn't work out, he could always book the pitch for another day.


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Aaron began to walk up the long stairway back towards the common room before hearing a familiar screeching from behind him. He turned to see his owl Lakota flying towards him from the entrance of the castle. Aaron placed his arm out so his owl can land. The owl flew over to the end of the first set of stairs. Aaron caught up to the owl, noticing a small note on it. He opened the envelope.

Mr. Aaron Soohoo,
I need to speak to you in private about some important matters. Please make your way to my office immediately.

~Professor Minerva McGonagall


"Thanks Lakota" Aaron said giving the owl a small pat on the head. Aaron had to go up one more flight of steps to get to the professor's office. He began wondering what was the urgent news. He watched as Lakota flew out of the castle towards the Owlery, or assuming that was the location, before heading up one more flight of steps. Once on that floor, he made his way alone through the quiet corridor. After a couple of minutes, trying to remember which door was hers, Aaron found Minerva McGonagall in her usual green robes.

Professor, you needed to see me?

Yes, Aaron. Please...come in.

Aaron did as requested. As soon as he entered the office, McGonagall flicked her wand at the door, which closed and locked immediately. Next, she said a murmured phrase, and saw a pink wisp come out of her wand. The wisps floated towards the door creating some sort of barrier.

It's a silence charm. It should hold out long enough to have our conversation. Have a seat, Mr. Soohoo. He did as requested once again. He sat down in one of the two seats facing her quite large desk.

Aaron, you are not in trouble, but I do have some troubling news.

What is it, Professor?

Your friend, Maeve, will not be coming back to Hogwarts for the rest of the year. Her mother was killed in an accident during the Christmas break. She has to take care of her younger sister now before getting guardianship set up with the ministry.

Aaron took a moment to grasp what he just heard. He knew Maeve's family very well outside of the school. With father dying when she was younger and now her mother gone, she and her sister we on their own. That was probably why he did not hear from her at all over the break. I'm...sorry to hear that. I'll have to write her later.

That would be very thoughtful, Aaron. However, you do get some benefit from this.

Aaron felt strange...How did he get benefit out of Maeve's mother passing away. "Uhm, Professor, what do you mean by that?"

McGonagall stared out the window of her office, like in the movies. With Maeve gone, Gryffindor is without a team captain. She turned to Aaron, with a small grin. You're here so I can give you the new captaincy to the Gryffindor Quidditch team.


Aaron was starstruck. He...captain...that was a title Aaron was wanting to receive since he first started playing. His eyes widened. "Are you serious? Me, captain?"

Professor McGonagall smiled as she handed him the Captaincy pin that all Quidditch Captains are required to wear on their match gear. Watching you start as a reserve player your first year, to now, you have quite improved your skills as a chaser and as a leader. And to be truthful, you are up there as one of the best chasers the school has ever produced.

The pin glistened in Aaron's palm. I...don't know what to say, Professor. Coming from you, its an honor to hear that.

She smiled. You don't need to be modest. I was aware of what your past was like. You were stellar in that one sport...what do muggles call it...oh yes, Football. Not many wizards get to experience muggle sports in their lifetime. And it seems in your case, your skills as a Footballer have come in handy in your Quidditch ability. I am the one who notifies many of the Professional teams who come to our matches. It seems one already has a liking for you.

Yes, Professor. I've received a letter from Vratsa sometime after the Ravenclaw match.

Well they have notified me once again that they will come to see you play against Slytherin. You will need to be mentally prepared for that match, being that it is your first as captain as well.

I am aware.

House points are very close this year between Gryffindor and Slytherin. One blunder match and your rivals could win the cup. As your job as captain, you need to figure out with your team on how to approach the last two matches of the season.

I'll see what I can do, Professor.

You know you have my support, Aaron. I always cherish every victory Gryffindor receives against Slytherin, but anything is up in the air. Now, I need to finish up some preparations for Transfiguration this week. Away you go. Professor McGonnagal flicked her wand towards the door and the wisps went away.

Thank you again, Professor McGonagall. I won't let you down. Aaron said before leaving her office. He grasped the captain's pin in his palm. He felt very excited inside, but kept his composure as he headed back on his route towards the common room.


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