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You thought of what your mom told you before you went to the train station. She couldn’t join you for one simple reason – she’s a muggle. And as the rules go, muggles aren’t allowed to enter the station 9 ¾ just like any other wizard-blooded person.

After saying goodbye to her, you hesitantly entered along with your father and older brother who both went ahead. He was 2 years ahead of you, and even though you’ve hoped he’d help you with your studies, deep inside you couldn’t deny the fact he doesn’t like you. Any time he’s with you, you become invisible to him. What you didn’t really understand is why is he so cold towards you.

You hurried to the train with your heavy luggage as fast as you could. It was an old luggage which you had to carry in your hand. Or so you tried, frantically dragging the luggage behind you to catch up to them. This heavy case was too much for your little and rather fragile body. Unlike other kids around you, you or your brother didn’t get to have a cart. Your father strongly believed that this will strengthen you. After all, Jaspersons were known for their strength and commitment.

You were finally close enough when you caught a snippet of their ongoing conversation.

“Keep an eye on your younger brother. And don’t cause me any trouble. Understood?” A tall man in fancy suit and tie around his neck said with a stern voice. His dark hair was slicked back, his cheeks lacked facial hair yet his look was asserting himself over anyone and everyone else.

His son stood in front of him as he sighed in annoyance. Dressed almost like his father with similarly slicked dark hair and facial features, only differencing with green striped tie and his dark green blazer tossed over his free hand.

“That mut can take care of himself, father. I’m not his nanny.” He protested. Father’s hand quickly rose up in a threatening manner, causing the rebellious teen to stiffen in reflex. The hand gently dropped down on the boy’s shoulder, giving him a short squeeze. “Understood?” The man repeated himself in quieter and colder tone.

The boy rolled his eyes but decided for the better judgement. “Fine then.” He mumbled, looking away from his father to you. He was let go and made his way in the train before you made it to them.

“Martin, wait!” You shouted at the student who’s already made his way in the wagon. Your father stood up straight, looking down at you. A quiet sigh left his lips as he closed his eyes for a moment, looking somewhat tired, maybe even disappointed.

He reached in his jacket, pulling out a beautiful white, fine-grained wand. He pointed it at your luggage as he quietly casted a spell. “Wingardium Leviosa.” The moment he said it your luggage lifted from the ground and made its way to one of the doors of a wagon. It landed with a soft thud. Your father then turned his attention back to you while putting the wand away. He was staring at you as if he was piercing your very soul. After a few seconds of this painful silence, he finally spoke up. “Make me proud…” And with that, he paced away. You watched him leave, quietly standing there

You knew what you had to do – at the very least be in Slytherin. Sadly, that option isn’t up to you, yet you still hoped and wished you keep the Jasperson family in Slytherin. Maybe his voice won’t be so bitter when he finds out you’re just like Martin.

The train whistle broke your trans, reminding you to get on the train immediately. Parents were waving their kids goodbye and plenty of hands waved back from wagon windows.

One of the parents saw you struggling with your luggage. You could barely make it up the 1^st step in with that thing. He ran over to you. “Get in, kid.” He said as he took the luggage from you. He made a little huff when the full weight of your case hit him. “Move up.” He told you, swiftly moving up the stairs. You rushed to the hall doors, watching him set the luggage down above the steps. He sighed, relieved to have this weight off of his hands. As the door began to close, he jumped out just in time, He gave you a smile and a small wave before returning to his spot.

You shyly waved back before the train started moving. Now what? 

You took the handle of your luggage and began dragging it across the wooden floor in hope of soon finding an empty cabin. As you were looking around, you slowly realized you may have entered the wrong wagon. All the students here were older than you. Still, there was a small hope of finding a spot among them.

The train was now gone from its station and well on its way yet you haven’t found anywhere to sit; no one offered to let you in or it was full. At this point you felt exhaustion starting to take over your mind and muscles. “Damn it!” You squeaked out in frustration, swallowing your tears back. At the end of the 3^rd hallway you gave up, sitting down on the floor to catch your breath.

A moment after you left your luggage alone, cabin door near by opened. A tall and tough-looking boy stepped out, noticing you. He looked way older than you. His black hair was put back in a thick ponytail. “You good, kiddo?” He asked, walking up to you. “Come on it, you shouldn’t be out here like this.” He told you before attempting to carry your case. The weight of it took him by surprise, so instead he dragged it behind him with more ease that you did before.

Another voice came from the cabin when the boy brought in the luggage. You quickly got up and made your way there, seeing another student there sitting and questioning his friend’s actions. He was significantly smaller than him, looking about your height. His ginger-like brown hair was also put in ponytail, but it looked messier thanks to its curliness.

The big guy leaned your luggage against a seat, giving up on it as well. Both of them focused their full attention to you. “Have a seat, it’s comfier than to stand.” The smaller one told you, pointing at empty spot next to your luggage right opposite them. You closed the cabin door and quietly sat down.

A moment of silence stood between you all before the big one decided to break it. “Name’s Gerry, this is Benny.” He introduced them, which made Benny look at him with partial embarrassment. “Hey! I told you to introduce me as Ben! I introduce you as Gerald to others, too!” He protested. Gerald began to chuckle. “Aw, come on, Benny. What’s wrong with it?” He teased his friend. Their chitter chatter about Ben’s name took a minute before they let you introduce yourself.

You twiddled with your fingers while collecting your courage to speak. “I-I’m…Philip…” You quietly introduced yourself. It was barely audible, but still loud enough for them to hear you.

They smiled before Benny spoke. “Nice to meet you, Philip.” Gerry leaned back against the seat as the previously tense atmosphere began to cease. “By the way, -“ Gerald spoke up again. “- welcome aboard.”

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Both Gerry and Benny seemed really kind. The longer you sat there the more you began to notice their clothes. It wasn’t the usual formal school dress. Gerald had a navy-blue hoodie with light brown shorts and rather dirty sneakers. Ben had a simple orange T-shirt with black pants and regular shoes. It took you rather by surprise. You, in contrast had a formal white shirt with black tie and black suit pants along some dark formal shoes.

The only time you saw someone wear clothes similar to theirs was when your mom took you out to see what muggle fair looks like. A lot of people, mostly teenagers, wore those. It was your secret trip and you sure enjoyed it. Your father makes sure that you or your brother grow up surrounded by wizardry, so seeing these things is nearly impossible when people dress formal for every occasion every day.

Although you were tired, you did your best to stay awake. When the boys finally took a notice of your exhaustion, they convinced you to lie down and have a rest. It took you a minute, both from shyness/awkwardness and the uncomfortable movement of this train. But once you managed to fall asleep it felt well-deserved.

You were shaken awake a few hours later by Gerry. The morning turned into afternoon with the sun now shining through your cabin window. You sat up and stretched. Sleeping on these seats wasn’t the most comfortable thing but it was better than nothing.

As you were coming back to your senses, you noticed Ben patiently waiting at the door and observing the hallway left and right. It confused you. Gerald saw your expression and chuckled. “Something good is about to arrive soon. Benny’s just impatient.” He commented, which made Ben look at him. “So what? Ya know she’s got some good snacks all the time.” The smaller boy explained himself before turning his attention to you. “How’d you sleep, Philip? We couldn’t wake you up before.” He said with a soft chuckle.

A blush of embarrassment creeped on your face when Ben mentioned this. Gerald added himself in. “Yeah. You were out cold. But hell, dragging This-“ He motioned at your case. “- with you across the whole train sure must be tiring.” And he wasn’t wrong.

Ben went back to peeking out while Gerry rested against the seat again, goofily smiling at Benny’s impatience. It didn’t take long and chatter from neighbouring hallway became more audible. This made people from these cabins start to peek out as the chatter slowly grew louder with it.

Sound of approaching trolley made the students’ chatter turn into loud speaking. You couldn’t make out what exactly they were saying but it almost sounded like they were requesting something from someone.

Benny swiftly turned to Gerald with a cheeky grin. “She’s here!” He exclaimed. Gerry got up with a chuckle and reached in his pocket for what looked like a small leather bag. “Come here, Philip.” He encouraged you as they both stood at the door excitedly.

You cautiously approached them and peeked outside as well. There was a lady with trolley of all sorts of goods, selling to students in cabins she passed by. After the kids in cabin next to you finished picking and paying, she moved on to your cabin.

“Hello, boys. Candy?” She greeted sweetly. The lady looked in her late 40’s, maybe early 50’s. It was hard to tell, mostly thanks to her well-done make-up and slim figure. Her black hair was cut just above her shoulders, covering her silver earrings underneath. Her attire was combination of long, dark red skirt, light blue dress shirt and purple sweater-like vest.

Gerry greeted her with a nod. “How’s it going, Jenny? Forgot to ask you before.” He quizzed while Ben went ahead to pick a candy.

The lady smiled at him. “Oh, pretty much the same, dear. Jehan took me and Jeremy out on an amazing holiday last month.” She said almost dreamingly before returning the question. “And you, Gerry?” Gerald’s expression changed almost to a defeated one. “Well, 4^th year won’t be fun, you know? I’d rather keep studying wizardry than warcraft, but what can I do about it.” He complained.

You were too focused on their convo to realise Benny’s been trying to get your attention for some time now. “Philip, hey.” He had to shake you to snap you out of your focus. Your focus quickly shifted to him. “Pick something, she’s got really good stuff.” He nudged you as he let you step closer to the cart.

And indeed, there was plenty to choose from. It took you a moment of hesitation to decide for Honeydukes all butter toffees. It was sold in small red and green boxes, catching your eye almost immediately.

You were about to reach for it but stopped. You realised your father didn’t give you any change, only to your brother to manage for both of you. Ben saw your hesitation and nudged Gerry to let him know. He looked over at you before telling Jenny something. She nodded with a short response. Gerald picked something for himself and looked at you before he paid Jenny for all the goods. “Take it, Philip.” He told you.

Your eyes widened in surprise as you looked up at him. But with Jenny about to leave you quickly took the toffees. Gerry peeked out one more time to say “Thanks!” before he closed the cabin door and sat back down.

Ben was half way done with his candy by now. Gerald put his box of Drooble’s best blowing gum in his pocket before looking at you nervously holding your candy box. “You got the change for it?” He quizzed. You looked down, afraid to tell him the truth. Gerry was determined to get his answer though. He coldly stared at you with elbows leaned on his thighs. This was his way of getting what he wants without causing harm. It began to make you uncomfortable until tears started running down your cheeks and your body trembled.

Ben had to elbow him to stop him. “Gerry, he’s crying al-“ He didn’t get to finish his sentence when you fully broke into tears. “I-I don’t have it.” You sobbed out as you curled up on your seat. Gerald’s expression immediately softened, turning into confusion and worry. “What do you mean you ‘don’t have it’? Didn’t your parents give you any?” He questioned further. You just shook your head, hugging your knees close to you.

Benny jumped over to you and hugged you, glaring at Gerald. He put his hands up in defence before sitting next to you and hugging you as well. “Sorry, Philip. I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard…”

The rest of your ride was more or less talking about school and avoiding topic of personal life as much as possible. As you got to find out, these 2 know each other for years now. Even their dads are close friends. Though unfortunately, Gerald was in the 4^th year while Ben only in the 2^nd year. Their paths sort of separated at school since Gerry's Ravenclaw and Benny's Hufflepuff. It didn’t stop them from being friends and keeping in touch after school.

What might cause more trouble are the last 3,5 years. They’ll be eventually in 2 enemy teams and seeing each other will become impossible. Their path separate the 2^nd half of this school year already and both aren’t too fond of this. But after school they plan to stay in touch as often as possible.

With the train squeaking loudly to announce its reach of destination, the wagons rose to life with all the students getting their things ready to leave. The moment the Hogwarts express came to halt and its door opened, loads of students of various houses and ages poured out as they all separated to groups of friends and classmates, all heading into the darkness beyond the train station with their belongings in hands.

Before the boys left, Gerry helped you with your luggage out of the train before both waved you goodbye for tonight and left with others. Now you were all alone again, left with this hell of a case beside you. You tried to see where exactly they were going before a strong, roaring voice got you out of your thoughts.

,,All first year! First year here!" The man shouted out. With this voice, no one could mishear him. You saw a lantern shining high up near the head of the train. It was by a really big person. Almost a giant. His bald head made a perfect counterpart to his dark, thick beard. There was a group of other 1^st year students standing near him with their luggage. You grabbed the handle of your case before attempting to drag it. It was struggle to get to them.

The man noticed you and others something in quieter voice than before. You saw the light of his lantern approach you as this giant stood beside you. ,,Let Hagrid help little man." He said with a very rough yet somehow soft accent.

He picked up your case as if it was mere paper. As he headed back to the waiting group, you quickly followed by his side. Once you were close enough you noticed other kids had either some small carts to help them carry it, less belongings or their case had wheels on it. Lucky ones.

The man observed the kids and the train station for a moment to make sure everyone’s here. A small nod with a quiet grunt of approval confirmed everyone made it. “It is time.” He announced as he turned on his heel and marched towards the darkness ahead of the station with everyone following his lead into the unknown…

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The chatter of kids behind you and sound of many footsteps were the only noises keeping an awkward silence rise between you and the giant walking beside you with your luggage. Your surroundings were almost unnaturally quiet, but it was maybe caused by this group.

You couldn’t help but to take glances at the giant. His long, brown leather coat reached down to his knees, covering his red plain shirt held by a dark belt at waist. His dark brown pants partly covered the top of leather shoes that rhythmically tapped against the ground.

The man still held the lamp up high to see the way in front of him and to make sure any slower-paced child can see where they’re going even from the back. Sound of footsteps against the dirt path soon changed surfaces to wooden floor. They’ve made it to a dock. There were 2 boats – one was at the front, looking well-sized for this giant while the other boat was way wider, looking too fragile to carry all of them along with their belongings, yet somehow it gave off a feeling to be capable of carrying almost anything or anyone who steps in, no matter the size or amount.

Hagrid stopped and turned to others who stopped as well. “Everyone goes in one by one. Put your things to you but keep space for others.” He instructed.

No one complained and did as they were told. Hagrid watched them get in one by one while you stood beside him. Once everyone found their seat, the giant man saw a free spot for you to sit. As he stepped in, the boat slightly tilted to its side under his weight, making some kids squeal. He lifted up your luggage to avoid hitting anyone with it. You followed him closely to the spot where he put your luggage down.

“Thank you…” You borderline whispered, looking up at him before you sat down. He nodded with a quiet grunt, leaving the boat. Taking the lantern, he untied both boats and hopped in his own.

At first, nothing was happening, but when his boat began to sail on its own, your boat began to move along with it. The sail was slow with the atmosphere filled with mystery.

As you sat in silence, carefully observing your surroundings, a boy next to you spoke up. “Hello!” He sounded cheerful. “My name is Klarion. What about you?” He quizzed, smiling. His accent sounded somewhat similar to the big man’s.

Klarion looked rather…strange. Instead of ties and formal clothes most of other students here had, he wore a dark coat, seemingly old, and some jean-styled pants to it. Under the coat he had a white polo shirt. It reminded you of some poor people you’ve seen on the streets from time to time. Except his attire looked newer than theirs.

The case sitting beneath his legs was rather small, most likely containing some clothes and barely enough wizardry materials for studies. It’d be rather surprising to see him even fit a box with his wand in it.

His blonde hair was cut short, almost in an attempt to make him look modest just before he’s had to go. But telling by the fire in his eyes and ever-lasting smile, he didn’t really mind nor cared about any of it.

“I’m…Philip…” You answered him shyly, starting to twiddle with your fingers again. His smile only widened when you told him. “Nice to meet you, Philip. Where are you from?” The boy seemed determined to make you his friend now.

It took you a moment to answer. “L-London…” You meekly said. Klarion didn’t wait for your question in return and continued. “Nice. I am from Ivangorod.” He proudly announced you. Though you had no clue where it was.

There was a moment of silence before he thought of another question to ask. “Do you have brothers or sisters?” He quizzed. Hesitantly, you weren’t sure whether or not to tell him. Does he even know about your family’s reputation?

Luckily for you, the castle of Hogwarts came to view as the chatter of children quieted down. Everyone observed their school in awe. Due to night time it was almost impossible to see details well but with the moon being half way hidden, it beautifully outlined its dominant features. Seeing it in person like this was truly breath-taking.

The Hogwarts stood high and proud on a hill right above this lake, its medieval appearance creating magical feel of majesty and invincibility. Slim and tall circular towers of various sizes with cuspated roofs decorating this whole complex made it look both sheltering and threatening.

While admiring this phenomenon with others, you momentarily glanced over at Klarion. His eyes were wide open and his mouth agape, which almost made him look like he’s frozen in time like this.

It was a minute or two until the boats got to the shore beneath the castle. Hagrid hopped off first, barely waiting for his boat to fully reach a dock-like wooden platform at the shore. When the bigger boat was close enough, he tied it to a pole nearby to keep it from sailing away. “Everyone goes out one by one like before. Front row first, back row last.” The man instructed.

Students did as he said, leaving with their belongings one by one. Hagrid helped out when someone struggled to get out.

When it was your turn to leave, Hagrid only said “Little man waits for Hagrid.”

The moment all students were out, the giant went in to take your luggage before going to the shore with you by his side. You mumbled him another ‘Thank you’ as he gathered the students, leading all of you up to the castle.

Whispers and chatter behind you made you a little uncomfortable, thinking the students talk about you and your disability to carry your own stuff. Luckily for you, it didn’t last much longer. A little higher up, light from doorway pierced through the night with a shadow of person standing there.

Hagrid led you to the source. Some sort of back door with welcoming light coming from inside was wide opened; a young lady with glasses and wizarding attire of purple shades patiently waited for everyone to step up and listened to her. When her and Hagrid made eye contact, they exchanged a quiet nod, after which he set your luggage down with a thud and upon reassuring all new students were here, he disappeared into the darkness, light of his lantern slowly disappearing as well.

The lady cleared her throat loudly to get your attention. She was invoking respect but not in a bad way.

All students went silent the moment she cleared her throat. “Dear students.” She began. “Welcome to Hogwarts, the school of warcraft and wizardry. My name’s Minerva Pauling, but address me as Miss Pauling. I’m the deputy headmaster of this school. Please, follow me upstairs. Leave all your belongings here, it’ll be taken care off shortly.” She said, stepping back inside and going ahead. Time to go…

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Being the one at the very front of this group, you stepped in first, unsure of what to expect. Right in front of you there was a rather short stairway going up to a pair of simply decorated door where the lady was headed. She stopped right in front of them, facing the stairs.

While you stood there, the students from behind you already made their way to the front, about to leave you at the back from how fast they poured in. As the kids walked by you, someone from the crowd grabbed your arm, pulling you towards with the crowd.

You twitched in surprise when the hand touched you. “Let’s go, Philip.” A familiar voice encouraged you. It was a bit of struggle to keep up your pace with them. When you properly looked at who was dragging you, you saw Klarion with an excited wide smile on his face. He kept on pulling you upstairs, not letting go of your arm.

Although you were in the middle of this crowd and could barely see the lady upstairs, she spoke loud and clear enough for everyone to hear.

“Behind these doors is the Great Hall. Your meals and any major events occur here. Including tonight’s event of you being divided into your respectful houses. You’ll be called up to the front one by one. Once your house is decided, go sit to your respectful table.” She informed everyone. “Now follow me.” She added as she turned around to face the door.

The lady opened the doors with a gentle push. They opened wide without making a sound, causing a few kids at the front let out a gasp in awe. The crowd started to move, following the lady in. You and Klarion went along, unsure of what to expect.

The gasps of kids at the front were understandable. When you two saw the Hall yourselves, your jaws dropped. This room was enormous. To your left there was a long table with teachers sitting and talking, some of them observing all the new students coming in. Right behind them was a wall with large, beautifully decorated windows, creating a feel of authority in the room.

To your right there were 4 long tables with benches on each side. Every older student from 2^nd to 4^th years sat there. The only empty seats left for the new students were the closest to the teachers. It felt somewhat relieving to you that you and Klarion were in the middle of this crowd, noticing that the older students were curiously observing the newcomers as well. On each wall hung respectful house banners; further side from you had Gryffindor and Hufflepuff while the closer side had Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

Klarion nudged you, tearing your focus from the older kids. “Look!” He said and pointed up. The entire ceiling was covered in floating candles with night sky portraited right above it, creating an illusion of clear view outside through the ceiling.

The group stopped in the middle of the Hall. There was a chair with old-looking top hat sitting on it. It took a moment to notice a small cloth ghost figure hanging inside the hat. It looked almost ridiculous. Miss Pauling walked up to the chair and lifted up the hat, revealing a scroll hidden beneath it. She picked up the scroll before putting the crooked top hat back down.

But instead of reading it out, she glanced over at an old lady sitting in the centre of the teachers’ dining table. She had a long, dark purple robe. One of her hands held a cigarette set in some fancy, thin cigarette holder. She took a drag before leaning it on her ashtray sitting near her. When the lady got up, she was way taller than you expected her to be. The way she stared at y’all felt…strange. It wouldn’t surprise you if someone told you her glare turns people in stone.

She was silent for a minute as students quieted down, everyone paying full attention to her. “Welcome, new students.” Her voice was strong with cold and sharp tone to it. It sounded like she’d be able to crack mountains with it. She spoke slowly creating a feeling of demanded respect to her. “It’s always refreshing to see new faces around here. I am Mrs. Dumbledore, the headmistress and administrator of this entire establishment.” Her wrinkles mostly around her eyes indicated she’s been leading this school for a while now. “As you may know by now, you will be separated in four houses - Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Your placement in each house is determined by the Ghostly Gibus.” She motioned at the crooked hat on the chair. “Remember that Ghostly Gibus never makes mistakes in sorting. Once your house is determined, sit at your respectful table.” She paused before adding. “Proceed with the sorting, Miss Pauling.” After that she sat back down and continued smoking.

Minerva stood straight and opened the scroll. “Come up to the front as I call out your name.” Here it comes…

One by one, the other children were called out to sit on the chair. Miss Pauling then put Gibus on each of the kid’s head before the top hat spoke. What took some by surprise, the hat actually spoke. Its voice was deep and husk-like, similar to what an actual ghost’s voice is pictured to be. Yet it had a gentle undertone to it that you quite couldn’t put your finger on.

Number of 1^st year students was slowly decreasing; soon only half of you remained. You nervously twiddled with your fingers, not really enjoying still being unsorted. It worried you the longer it took to go next.

“Izabela Schultz [ʃulc].” Miss Pauling read yet another name. A fairly pale girl walked up from the crowd. Her dark hair was cut short above her shoulders, almost like the lady in the express had her hair. She was visibly nervous to go up there and sit in front of everyone.

As the hat was put on her head, it took a moment before it spoke. “Ah, Izabela… You are such a talented individual, as I can see… Hmm, I’d say you fit right with-“ Gibus cut himself off when he registered her whispering something in pleading matter. It shortly listened. “Not Slytherin, huh? You would’ve fit in well though… Are you sure?” He questioned her wishes, to which she nodded a little. “Well then…” The Ghostly Gibus paused, seemingly hesitating. “Ravenclaw!” And so it was decided. The girl relaxed with a sigh or relief, running off to her table the moment Minerva took the top hat from her head.

Next one. “Klarion Kuznetsov.” Miss Pauling read yet another foreign name basically flawlessly. She must’ve read hundreds, if not thousands name like this before.

Klarion stepped away from you, quickly making his way to the top. He sat down on the chair, filled with both excitement and tension. Minerva was to put the hat on him as it spoke almost immediately after nearing his head. “Ravenclaw.” Was its final answer. Miss Pauling took the hat away once more before he headed to his new house.

Hopefully you’ll have it behind you as fast as he did. “Philip Jasperson.” Your heart skipped a beat when you heard your name. The Hall felt deadly silent. Everyone was surely judging you as you made your way to the chair. Partly, you were praying the chair would suddenly come to life and run away with you far away from here as you sat on it.

The Ghostly Gibus was put on your head like many times before. It finally broke the silence for you. “Ah, another Jasperson…” It paused, seemingly in thought. “I remember I’ve been sending your family to Slytherin for decades now... But I am afraid that the chain has had to break at some point… ” Color from your cheeks vanished the moment it said those words.

In an attempt to save the situation, you tried to whisper in similar way like Izabela did before. “Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin…” You begged. Gibus listened to you momentarily. “The house most suitable for you is…” You held your breath in. “Hufflepuff!”

Your soul left your body the moment you heard the final decision. This can’t be true. Just a terrible fever dream, surely… Miss Pauling took off the hat but you refused to leave the seat. She had to give you a gentle nudge to make you move.

Urge to run over to the Slytherin table was intense. At least to pretend you’re really worthy of Jasperson family title would’ve been nice. But instead your legs forced you to slowly make your way towards Hufflepuff table. You could feel your brother’s eyes hatefully tearing your very existence to shreds at that moment.

Panic began to take over you as you sat down. You could hear students whisper mid-glances when a Jasperson child like you dared to sit at their table. ‘This can’t be happening… This is not right…’ Doubtful thought swarmed your mind. Feeling of crying threatened to overtake you sooner or later. ‘I’m in the wrong house… This is not the right house…’

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Your life was shattering piece by piece to you the longer you sat at that table. At this point you gave up on hoping it’s a bad dream and started to believe you live in a nightmare. Boy oh boy…as your brother often says – you’re fucked.

Rest of the kids was sorted out in the meantime. After the last student walked off, Miss Pauling sat Ghostly Gibus back down on the chair along with the scroll. She carried all these items away from the centre while the old lady stood up once again. “Let this Great feast begin.” She loudly announced.

Various delicious meals and beverages swiftly appeared on tables of both students and teachers as she said it. Options to pick from were almost countless; such as roasted chicken, beef, pork chops, lamb chops, potato and veggie fries, mashed potatoes, boiled and roasted potatoes, all sorts of roasted veggies, all kinds of pies – ranging from salty pies and puddings to sweet for dessert, salads and raw veggies for garnish; handful of dips were there, too. Numerous soft drinks, juices and even plain water was here, too.

Dishes and cutlery appeared along with the food so people can dig in immediately. Chatter in the room grew loud once again, this time accompanied with sounds of dining.

You didn’t feel like eating though. You just stared at the food in front of you. Smell of these goods along with your stress made you sick. It was then when you saw a chubby hand grab a piece of chicken wing from a fancy serving plate nearby and put it on your plate.

This startled you, turning your head to see who did that. A chubby boy with grease on his palms and lips looked at you with a bit concerned look. “You didn’t take anything. Are you okay?” He questioned before stuffing his mouth with some fries.

This boy didn’t seem to be bothered by your situation or even your name. You started to hope he doesn’t even know your family. He roughly swallowed before he continued talking. “My mom says that people who don’t eat are ill or upset. Are you ill or upset?” He seemed to show genuine concern for you.

It was quite sweet of him. You’d love to tell him everything yet your words were scattered all over, unable to create a sentence. He finished his fried chicken wing before speaking up again. “Tell me when you feel less ill or upset, okay? My name’s Stepan [ʃtepa:n] by the way.” He informed you, reaching his messy hand out to you. You only looked at it before looking back up at him, hesitant to touch it.

After noticing you won’t shake his hand he simply shrugged and put his hand away. “May I know your name?” He asked mid-eating. It took you a moment before you answered. “Ph-Philip…” You mumbled.

“Huh?” Stepan didn’t hear you well, leaning his ear closer to you. “Philip…” You repeated yourself, starting to feel more awkward than stressed now. He nodded a bit when he finally understood you. “Ah, cool.” He noted.

After a minute of silence, he spoke up again. “You have to try these fries, Philip. They’re really good.” Stepan was about to take your plate and serve you for you but you stopped him. “N-No, it’s okay.” You peeped at him, your voice only a little louder than before. He still served you a handful of fries.

“There you go. Food will make you feel better.” He told you, goofy yet kind smile plastered on his face. With a deep breath of giving up on starving yourself here, you took a fork and slowly took care of the fries. Stepan’s smile only widened, turning to his meal right after.

Once the dinner was over and all the older years went their merry way as well as the Hogwarts staff, all the 1^st years were left to be picked by their ‘head students’ to be shown around a bit and eventually taken to their respectful common rooms. You watched as the other kids left one by one, eventually only your house staying at the table all alone. It was strange – no one in sight with a bunch of kids forgotten behind.

Quiet chatter broke among your new classmates for the following few minutes before it was interrupted by someone’s footsteps approaching. Everyone’s attention turned to the main wooden doors that were left wide opened.

Soon an older-looking man entered. He was bald, wearing a blue formal shirt with long dark trousers held by suspenders. At first it almost looked like he wore overalls from that distance.

When he approached your group, he sat down with a warm smile. “Howdy, kiddos.” His accent sounded funny. “Ah know y’all gotta wait here but don’t worry. Your head-student ain’t here till next week so your professor will take care of ya today.” He explained.

You couldn’t help a feeling of ‘the cool grandpa’ from him, mostly for his accent, relaxed approach and his looks combined.

“If anyone’s got a question feel free to ask me anything.” He encouraged everyone, trying to avoid an awkward silence here. One kid soon rose his hand. The teacher looked over at him. ,,Yeah?"

Others’ attention turned to that one kid too. It was a chubby boy, though not as big as Stepan is. His semi-long black hair kept falling down into his face, causing him to constantly mess around with it. He looked somehow familiar to you.

,,Who are you?" Quizzed the kid. A moment of silence followed, the professor shortly in thought. “Well, name's Fred Flitwick, but just call me Fred. Ah don't really like formalities." He introduced himself before asking the boy back. “Now Ah've seen your face somewhere before, haven’t Ah? Ain’t you one of Wilson's boys?" Fred questioned him.

The boy’s cheeks reddened after being recognized by the professor. Though he kept his bold attitude. “Yeah, why?” He questioned. Fred couldn’t help but chuckle. “Ya just reminded me of your brother. Ah hope ya do as well as he does.” Fred complimented. The boy just pouted. “Does he ever do well?”

“Ya know, he can be smart when he wants to.” Said the professor, making the kid sarcastically chuckle. “Ever since when’s Gerry smart?” He joked. Then it clicked in your head – he must be Gerald’s brother!

Fred laughed at his comment. It was when someone else hurriedly entered the room. He was about the same height as Fred, wearing a dirty polo-shirt and dirtier overalls. He was also bald.

“Ah’m sorry for comin’ late.” He apologized to y’all, looking down at the sitting old man. They shared a smile and a nod before the older professor got up and headed out. “Night, kids.” He wished you before leaving into the dimly lit hallways.

This younger professor looked down at you, seemingly in a hurry before he got here. “Aight, kids. Do excuse mah delay, please.” He had the same accent like Fred did. “Name’s Dell Sprout. Ah’m your head professor. Though y’all won’t see me much ‘round here ‘cause Ah teach the upper classes.” He explained himself.

“Come along now, y’all. Let’s get ya to your rooms.” And so with a wave of his hand, motioning everyone to follow him, he headed out of the Great Hall. Everyone jumped up and followed him closely, most of them excited to finally go to sleep after today.

Dell took you to your common room and showed you how to even get there. Though his advice was to request help of older Hufflepuffs until you memorize it yourselves. Funnily enough, this entrance was a bunch of barrels at the very back of the kitchen. Stepan sure won’t go hungry here.

Upon entering the common room, Dell requested you to keep it quiet. Older years lived here too and, after all, it was rather late. After instructing you where your rooms are at, he excused himself once more and swiftly left.

The common room had warm Summer colours, yellow dominating this place. There was also a fireplace by the wall in the opposite the entrance door and plenty of plants hung around. It might look prettier during the day though.

All of you slowly made your way to your rooms. You were the last one to do so, still internally trying to adjust to the fact you’re a Hufflepuff. The more you thought about it the more you feared your father’s reaction when he finds out.

In hope to change your thoughts, you went up the stairs towards bedroom area, looking for your room. Luckily, each door had names of its occupants written on it, making it way easier to find. When you finally found your room, you decided to read who were your roommates supposed to be.

The names read, from top to bottom, Handerson Tim, Jasperson Philip and Wilson Frank. That last one must be that Gerald’s brother who Fred spoke with at the table. It sure is a too small world we live in…

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When you got to your room you saw your luggage was already put in front of your bed. The same was for your roommates. One of them was unpacking while the other was in the bathroom. Every bedroom had a small bathroom connected to it with toilet, shower and wash-basin in it. It felt good to have this level of privacy here.

You sighed and went to unpack your luggage. It contained a lot of wizarding and warcraft books, plenty spare clothes for pretty much every situation and, of course, your wand. It was still in its box since your father forbid you to even hold it until you learn how to use it. But now you had an opportunity to take it out.

Holding the box firmly in your hands, you sat at the edge of your bed and carefully opened it. Your wand sat there untouched, waiting for you to hold it again. The only time you got to do that was when you had to try its compatibility with you but it was only for a moment.

You took the wand out and gently held it in your hands, feeling some sort of minor comfort wave over you. It was well-crafted. The handle was a little darker than the rest of the wand yet beautifully decorated with details all over it. Its pale rowan wood was giving off a mixed feeling of mystery and mythology combined, which may be also caused by the core made of unicorn hair.

While observing it, you felt one of your roommates sit down beside you. His skin had a nice tan to it, making him look like he's covered in a thin layer of bronze. He had very short buzzcut, almost making him look hairless. This must’ve been Tim.

He observed your wand with interest and amusement sparkling in his eyes. “Nice wand you’ve got.” He complimented. “Can I show you mine?” He asked, to which you nodded. With an excited smile he jumped over your bed and looked through his stuff before he found it. With one long leap he jumped back beside you. “Look.” He said, holding his wand proudly. It was light brown, its handle decorated with multiple dark swirls which looked like thorns well put together. “Mhm…” You hummed quietly, slightly nodding your head in admiration.

Tim wasn’t pleased with your answer though. He could see right through you. “Why are you upset?” He questioned, inching closer to you. You looked down at your wand, not sure If or how to tell him. He didn’t bother to wait for your answer and instead went right for a gentle hug. It was that awkward side hug but it was enough for you. You mumbled a little “Thanks” to him, sighing. He gave you a quick squeeze before letting go of you. “Anytime.” He smiled, jumping off of your bed. “Night.” He said, putting his wand away before hopping under his blanket.

You decided to do the same. Shower has to wait until morning. You swiftly changed to your pyjamas and hid under your blanket, curling up while holding your wand close. Sleep followed shortly after, giving you a small relief from your thoughts.

As the morning came to be, so did your 1^st official day of school. Morning sun shining through your windows woke you up. When you came to yourself, you noticed you still held your wand. Surprisingly and luckily, it wasn’t damaged.

With a yawn you sat up and stretched, looking around at your roommates. Both were still deep in sleep. After all, it was only around half past 6, as wooden clock above your entry door showed. Your father kept rather strict schedule on both you and your brother. This time of waking up was rather usual for you.

Carefully and quietly, you got up, putting your wand on your bedside table before heading for the bathroom. Your dark blonde hair was a mess so the first thing you had to do was to fix it. Per the usual, you brushed it back in a similar fashion your brother and father had their hair done. But before this was shower to be done.

Once all done and clean, you returned to your room to get your new attire that was left in your personal wardrobe. Seeing the yellow and black stripped tie of your school uniform reminded you of yesterday’s events. Then another thought hit you – what would Benny and Gerry think of you now that the cat was out of its box? Usually you saw people make judgemental glances at your father whenever you went somewhere, most even avoided him like a plague just to avoid any possible trouble. Once when you almost got lost somewhere and got yelled at for it, your mom had to explain to you that some people don’t like not only your father but even the entire Jasperson family. She never said exactly why, she only mentioned you this. So far you’ve seen only the higher-ranked wizards and witches talk with him face to face, though it was with respect.

A tired voice behind you interrupted your thought. “Mornin’…” Tim mumbled, rubbing his eyes. You simply nodded in response, your voice seemingly stuck in your throat. After Tim made his way to the bathroom, you decided to put on your school attire. It took you a minute or two to figure out your tie, but eventually you managed.

Turning to your last roommate, you saw he was still deep asleep. You hesitated momentarily before shaking him awake. “Frank…” You whispered, being gentle with him. Protesting grunt was all you got from him though. After a few failed attempts you decided to head out instead, not really knowing how to handle this.

When you opened the door, you were met face to face with Ben who was just about to knock. Both of you shared first startled, then questioning looks. He didn’t tell you anything, just peeked inside. He made his way in as soon as he saw Frank still asleep. “Wakey, Wakey, Frankie!” He shouted jokingly, ripping the blanket off of the poor sleeping boy. Frank jolted up, glaring sleepily at Ben. “Come on, man…!” He whined.

Seeing as you weren’t needed here anymore, you swiftly made your way downstairs and out of your common room. For a moment you hesitated whether or not to wait for Tim but decided to go ahead. After all, you’ll be seeing each other not only in the Great Hall at the table but also in your classes.

Walking through the now empty kitchen, you soon found yourself on the hallway. You were about to make your way in the Hall when someone you wished not to see anytime soon found you.

In a matter of seconds you were grabbed by your arm and roughly pushed at the wall. “What the fuck was that yesterday?!” Your brother yelled in your face. You felt your blood freeze in your veins out of fear and shock. He was very upset, to put it mildly. “You can’t be a fucking Hufflepuff, you useless mudblood!” His hand clenched into a fist as he got himself ready to hit you, gripping your collar so tightly you couldn’t escape.

You closed your eyes shut is fear, turning your head away and putting your arms up in defence. Instead of a blow you heard a voice of someone else right beside you. “Step the fuck away, shit-face.” An older Gryffindor boy cussed at your brother. Your brother violently let go of you, turning to face with the boy. “Well, if it isn’t the all-famous trouble-making bastard child.” He insulted back. This didn’t last long though as more familiar voice joined the conversation. “You don’t wanna go 1 on the 2 of us, pal. Fuck off back to your pit of vipers, snake.” He hissed at him, With a moment of hesitation and an angry huff, your brother stormed off. But not before threatening “You’ll get it, just you wait!” at your 2 saviours.

The tension cooled down as one of the boys gently tapped your arm still covering your head. “He’s gone, you can relax now, kid.” He reassured you. You slowly lowered your arms and looked up at who stood there. It was an older boy you’ve never seen before and, of course, Gerald. The older boy couldn’t help but smirked at you. “Well, so much for a Jasperson, aren’t you?” He teased you, which received him a shoulder punch from Gerry. “Come on, man.” Gerald didn’t sound happy with his joke.

He then stepped up towards you. “Philip, why didn’t you tell us yesterday you’re a damn Jasperson?” He questioned, which made you almost as nervous as yesterday. Instead of demanding answer, he simply sighed and didn’t pressure you further. “Doesn’t matter right now. Your bother sure is an ass, almost beating up his own bro…” Gerald complained, though it sounded like more for himself than to you.

“ Hey, don’t cuss!” Another familiar voice beside you complained. Benny was back. Gerry looked at him, his expression turning from upset to amused. “Can’t promise you that.” He said with a chuckle. “What happened here?” Ben quizzed, just noticing how shaken you were. The Gryffindor boy explained the situation to him.

“Excuse me??” Ben said out loud in shock. The other student nodded. “Yeah. Since this just happened, I guess we gotta take him in. Ya know it’s not safe to let him be alone, mostly now that Martin’s after him like this.” He said.

 Gerry and Benny exchanged looks all together before it was decided. “Fine. Just because he isn’t an ass like Martin.” Gerry said. Benny crossed his arms when he heard another profanity from Gerald. “We don’t need Philip knowing all these words just yet, Gerald… But let’s go now, I’m starving.” He commented before marching towards the Great Hall. Gerald chuckled and followed with the smiling Gryffindor close behind him. Although he did stop for a moment so you could catch up to him. “By the way, kid.” He whispered to you as you both walked towards the Great hall. “Name’s Martin. But feel free to call me MT.” He informed you with a welcoming smile.

The boys ahead made sure you follow them, waiting for you whenever you were a little too far behind. Even if there was a rather rough start to this morning with them, a small sparkle of hope came to life within you. Maybe, just maybe, you might eventually have a bunch of such truly close friends…

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You stayed closely with Gerry, Benny and MT. They cheerfully chatted about their personal stuff, most of it being happenings during holiday. This gave you time to better observe who’s their other friend. He was a bit shorter than Gerald was, his light brown hair styled in an undercut fashion. A small surprise was his house tie, which was striped red and yellow.

A shout of shock from Gerald snapped you out of your focus and dragged you into their conversation. “You what??” He exclaimed at MT. Benny seemed taken back as well. “What do you mean ‘repeat’? Aren’t you supposed to be in 4^th year?” He questioned.

MT chuckled. “Nah, I just wanted to stay here, ya know.” He joked but others weren’t having it, demanding an actual answer. The new friend gave in with a sigh. “Fine, honestly, I’ve done something small to Ludwig, another harmless joke.” He started explaining. “And, apparently, he wanted to get me out of the school for doing that. Thank fuck that Moody and Pauling reduced the punishment. But I mean – that man can’t take a joke for shit.” He complained, receiving disbelieving stares from his mates.

“Now just what the fuck did you do.” Gerald demanded further explanation. Benny didn’t seem happy with their constant use of inappropriate language, yet at the same time he wanted to know more, so he didn’t protest about it. He better explain fast, you were already near the door to the Great Hall.

“Well, I-“ MT started, but was interrupted by a small group of Slytherins leaving from there. Your brother was one of them.

Your friends quieted down and focused on those 3. The one girl of the group had a stupid smirk on her face, eyeing all of you before setting her bitchy personality at MT. “Vell, if it isn’t our good old friend from Gryffindork.” He mocked him, making her other 2 friends laugh out.

MT frowned but a cheeky smirk creeped on his face. “Out of better insults today. Shitherins?” He fired back, triggering the obvious drama queen. She put a hand on her chest in shock, sharply gasping in disbelief. “You dare to speak like zis to a lady?” She yelled.

Gerry laughed. “I don’t see no lady here! Only a pure-bred bitch barking at us.” He joined in. The other boy made a step forward, trying to threaten them. “Watch that mouth of yours, you uncivilized plebeian!” This was probably the most civilized insult you’ve heard so far.

Benny rolled his eyes, acting as if he was to level out with them. “Whatever, Carton.” This got the other boy yelling. “It’s CARON!” His pale face turned red in anger as a few of his light brown hair fell into his face.

The girl’s attention turned to Ben. “Oh, Benny-boo, ‘ow vas your last year? I’ve ‘eard you got in trouble. I vould ‘ate anyzing bad ‘appening to you.” The way she said was just degrading for Ben. Her words were just soaked in bitter venom. Even her strange accent made her sound like a villain to you. Her long blonde hair was only making it more intense.

Ben clutched his teeth, face reddening in anger. He sure acted like a pacifist but now was the moment when the line was crossed. He charged at the girl but was caught by your brother. He held his collar and pulled him close as Caron wanted to deal the poor kid a blow.

This sent Gerry and MT off like two furious bulls let lose. They both charged at Caron and Martin. This gave Benny an advantage to actually go after the girl who was now screaming at him while threatening to use her wand. He wasn’t bothered by it as he got a hold of her wrists, stopping any of her attempts.

The older boys all fought on the floor, soon enough making a bloody mess with their broken noses and bloody knuckles. Other students gathered around and watched, refusing to participate in any of this.

You just stood there along with them, watching as they tore they uniforms and spilled their blood. Everyone knew it would’ve been worse if someone from the Great Hall didn’t suddenly interrupt. ,,Everte Statum!" Shouted a man’s voice from the Hall. Just as he said it, a bright light of a strong spell hit the fighting students. All four went flying their separate ways over the floor. Benny and the girl were also affected, but unlike their mates, it only harshly hit them against the wall.

Everyone went dead silent. Huffing and groaning in pain were the only sounds until a pair of footsteps approached them from behind the door.

The man who separated them was very lean, his look alone gave him a title of high authority. His black, cloak waved in the air as followed him like a tail with every move he made. He wore black gloves and balaclava to it, indicating he’s a man of many secrets.

As he approached the group, he hid his wand back into his cloak. He stepped right in the middle of this mess, eyeing all the witnesses who frantically looked away from his gaze. His attention then turned back to the trouble-makers.

He spoke after the fallen students scrambled themselves back on their feet. “Everyone involved in zis mess, to my office. Sur le coup [Right now]. Everyone else, go about your day.” He ordered sharply. Although his accent was very similar to the girl’s, it only added on his authority.

All did as told. You watched as he went further down the hallway with the 6 kids, leaving you behind. When they were out of your sight, you made your way in the Hall to have breakfast. Sitting where you sat before, you were greeted with Stepan and his full plate. “Hello, Philip!” He greeted you.

You gave him a little nod in response, digesting what just happened. He continued the conversation. “I hope you feel better today, the food is really good!” He happily informed you, taking a bite of his serving. “By the way…” He mumbled between his chews. “Do you know what happened out there? It sounded like quite a mess.” He motioned to the spot where just a moment ago your friends were shredding one another to pieces. You gave him a slow nod, gazing at the spot. “Yeah…” You whispered. “It sure was…”

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During breakfast, all first years were given their lesson schedules for the rest of thus year. You noticed your first and only lessons of today were during forenoon. It was Muggle studies and Transfiguration. You weren’t sure of what the Muggle studies were about, but it may be a little useless for muggle-born kids, since they might already know these things.

What also got your attention was the mention of Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors having classes together, while Ravenclaws and Slytherins had their classes separately. This means you won’t be able to see Klarion much. But if Gerald, Ben and MT manage to be friends no matter the house or year then you might manage, too.

Since there was about half an hour left before your 1^st lesson, you made your way to your room to get your wand and maybe look through your stuff to see if there’s a book for the following subjects. And sure enough, there they were. You put your wand away into a pocket inside of your school jacket. Good thing they thought of this.

The books were a bit too big, making it harder for you to see where you’re going. Mostly on stairs. It took you some struggle going through the crowd of other students making their way to their own classes. Eventually you found your own classroom after following your roommate Tim as he entered a nearby room.

Kids from both Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were there. When they saw you, about half quieted down and began to whisper, taking glances at you. In your best attempt to ignore them, you found yourself a spot at the back close to wall, hoping to be invisible and uninterrupted for the rest of the year here. These whispering kids were a reminder of your family’s reputation.

As you sat on the chair, a kid behind you tapped at it with its pencil. “Hey.” Whispered the student. It took you by surprise as you turned around to see him. The boy’s hair was the very first thing that caught your eyes. It looked almost like a small afro, except it was wavier and golden-brown colour. “Oi saw you at the fight this mornin’ Any idea what exactly happened?” He asked, his accent sounding almost too mocking to be British English.

You simply shook your head at his question, not realizing you were one of the closest people to the fight at that moment. “N-No, sorry…” You stuttered out. The boy nodded with a small pout in understanding. “Alroight…” He peeped before going back to his drawing on the table. “Name’s Andrew by the way.” He casually added before going quiet again.

“Philip.” You whispered, turning back around to face the front. The teacher arrived shortly after, making the whole class go quiet. It was an old, fat lady. At first, nothing too strange was visible on her. But when she turned around, many children squealed and gasped in shock. Half of her face was severely burnt. She didn’t seem to be bothered by their reaction though. Nothing she could do about it anyways.

Grabbing a chalk, she faced the black board behind her to write her name. “Good morning, class.” Her accent must’ve been American. Your father has some American business partners whose accent is very similar.

“My name is Beatrice Kettleburn. And I-“ She paused as she finished writing her name down, facing the class again. “- am your teacher for Muggle studies.” She added, continuing the lesson…

Your next teacher for Transfiguration took you by surprise. It was the same masked man from this morning who broke off the fight. As you found out, his name was Jehan Snape. It reminded you of the lady from the express, she did mention someone named Jehan. Whenever he looked at you his eyes would pierce you. It made you really uncomfortable…

And because the author doesn’t know how to write these lessons properly, we’re going to use the almighty power of time-skip and move on to lunch-time.

For the rest of the afternoon you had nothing much to do. During lunch time you got to think what to do with it to waste it a bit until your Astronomy lesson late at night. Stepan took a notice of your deep thinking and decided to interweave. “What are you thinking about?” He politely quizzed. Your head snapped at him as he broke your focus. “I- uh…” Honestly, there was nothing much to explain.

“I-I just don’t know what to do later…” You told him, receiving an understanding nod from him. “Okay.” Was his only response, minding  his own business after. Well, that was short-lived conversation.

The rest of the day already felt uneventful. Or so you expected it to be. At the time you were in your room after lunch when Frank returned. He looked overall displeased, more annoyed and angry. “Bro wants to see ya. He’s at the Hall door.” He informed you shortly before jumping on his bed face first, sighing in relief.

“Thanks.” You beeped in response. Muffled ‘Mhm.’ was all he said as you made your way out. What does he want? Is he okay? You quietly and quickly made your way to your place of meet, possible scenarios storming through your head. Soon enough you were able to hear hm. He wasn’t alone though. Another familiar voice was there with him.

Turning a corner, you saw Gerald talking to Klarion. Surprisingly, he didn’t look injured at all. You cautiously approached them, afraid of what to expect. “Hi.” You greeted the 2, your voice quiet as usual.

Gerry and Klarion stopped their chatter, their attention on you now. “Hello, Filip!” Klarion greeted you, smile on his face. Gerald didn’t look injured but he looked quite tired. “I was asking Frank to get you when your friend here overheard your name. Sweet friend you’ve got yourself.” He explained further, smile appearing on his face.

“Anyways.” He stood up straight and stretched, putting hands in his pockets. “I gotta go to Hagrid; I thought you might want to join me…and your friend too, if he can.” Gerry added, about to head out. The giant man from yesterday referred to himself as Hagrid.

Klarion thought for a moment before nodding. “I can go!” He exclaimed. Gerald has already marched out. You and Klarion had to hurry if you wanted to keep up with him. The older boy walked fast, causing you to occasionally start running after him.

His path led out of the school and to school grounds behind this castle. Under the hill, on which it stood, was a small cabin with a thin trail leading down to it. It looked nice out here – to the right of it was the lake visible in distance, far behind it was a huge forest claiming its part of land. Surrounding grass was still green while the leaves on trees slowly started to change colours for upcoming autumn.

Once you all stood at the cabin door, Gerald loudly knocked. As expected, the giant man answered the door. “Da?” He asked, observing his visitors. “Did something and got 3 months here.” Gerry casually informed him, acting as if it was on daily basis for him.

Hagrid sighed, looking rather disappointed. “Come in. Will tell you more inside.” He said, stepping aside for all of you to come in. The interior was absolutely breath-taking. Ranging from appearance to smell, it all felt welcoming. Seeing your and Klarion’s reaction to his place, Hagrid smiled, preparing some tea. “Glad little men like Hagrid’s place.” He said, feeling complimented. His attention then turned back to Gerry…

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“So…” Hagrid said, encouraging Gerry to explain what happened this time. He sighed, sounding frustrated. “I don’t know why she still bothers Benny with it. I know she was behind that, but why Benny of all…” Gerry leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

You and Klarion sat on chairs between Gerry and Hagrid, those two sitting opposite one another. Once the tea was done, Hagrid served it in porcelain cups for everyone, including himself. He then sat to the table himself.

“Who is she?” You couldn’t help but ask. Just from the way she behaved hinted at her filthy rich family. Gerald paused, shortly glancing at you before staring blankly at the tea cup. “She’s Georgia Jefferson. Another Hogwarts snobbish, egoistic bit-“ His voice rose in anger as he was cut-off by Hagrid. “How many fought?” He quizzed the boy, his voice loud and clear. Looks like this big guy doesn’t like cussing.

Gerry mumbled ‘Sorry.’ before giving him an answer. “Me, Benny and MT against Jasperson, Caron and Jefferson.” The way he said out loud those Slytherins’ names was very bitter. “Philip was with us but didn’t join.” Hagrid hummed to this in agreement, sounding pleased with this information.

“Good thing we’ve got Robin We’d look like garbage without her aid.” Gerry changed his tone to more cheerful one. “Who is she?” You asked again, not quite catching it. The older boy turned to you, small smile on his face. “Well, she’s the Hogs’ nurse…or matron, however you take it. Plenty of spells, potions and experience to fix up pretty much anyone in no time. But call her Mrs. Pomfrey, she stands on formalities.”

This explanation was pleasing enough for both you and Klarion. But your Russian friend had another question in mind. “What did Georgia do?” He asked with cautious curiosity, remembering him getting previously upset about her. Yet the lack of information was incredibly nagging him. Gerald’s attitude changed within seconds. “What’s that up to you? Things that happened don’t matter and sure as Hell are none of your business.” Anger grew in him as he coldly spat the answer at Klarion.

The giant man saw this was going bad and stepped in. “Enough.” His voice was strict, making everyone in the cabin shut it immediately and pay attention to him. “Now…” His expression softened with his tone. “Little men have not introduced themselves to Hagrid yet.”

Klarion smiled and nodded. “My name is Klarion!” He immediately took the opportunity of talking from you but you didn’t mind. “I am from Ivangorod and I live with my mom and dad.” As he finished the sentence, Hagrid spoke up in a language new to you. “Так вы русский? [So you’re Russian?]” Klarion’s eyes widened in both surprise and excitement. “Да! Ты меня понимаешь? [Yes! Do you understand me?]”

“Of course.” The giant man chuckled with a small nod. As he took a sip from his tea, Klarion continued. “My dad is a…tree cutting man…and my mom sews people’s clothes.” Even lack of vocabulary didn’t stop your friend from talking. “I don’t have brothers or sisters but I would like to have one someday…”

His head suddenly turned towards you. “What about you, Philip?” His question took you by surprise, mostly because he sounded like he’s going to continue his story. Silence took place as you hesitated. Eventually you decided to tell them something about yourself, too. It’s not like they don’t know anything.

“W-Well…I’m Philip and…” You decided to go similarly to Klarion. “…I live in London…with my mother, father and brother.” You looked down on your feet, already fiddling with your fingers. “My mother works as a muggle teacher…in local elementary school, I think. And my father is the…Charles Jasperson…” Not knowing how else to say it, your father’s name was famous in wizarding world anyway. In ministry of defence and war matter, he was the head minister.

Gerald rose an eyebrow, partly surprised yet partly expecting it. Klarion still didn’t know who your father was. Hagrid’s expression was the hardest to read – he kept the same, calmly listening face like before.

And unwanted storm of thoughts invaded your mind. The fact that you, a half-blood with muggle mom, were a son of the land’s highly respected minister; and unlike your pure-blood brother, you didn’t even get to the same house like every other Jasperson did before you.

The more you let these thoughts swirl the more you felt like crying. Didn’t take much longer and you broke in tears once again.

Klarion got off of his chair to hug you. Gerald rubbed your back reassuringly. Hagrid got up and soon approached you with a handkerchief. “Little Filip should go have a walk with Klarion. It is good for relaxing.” The giant man advised.

Klarion nodded, still hugging you. “Walk sounds nice, Filip. Do we go?” Your friend asked you, trying to encourage you. After a few more sobs you nodded. “Fine…” Cracked your voice quietly. They gave you time to put yourself back together a bit.

Once you were ready leave, you thanked Hagrid for his hospitality, Klarion dragging you out and up to the castle shortly after. You had to hurry while following Klarion. He may look weak but he sure was determined enough to run up the hill with you dragged behind him.

The door back to the castle sounded louder than before – it was in the middle of afternoon lessons and many students were still stuck in their classes. The rest of students seemingly spent their time hidden away to create such silence.

As the door closed, Klarion took your hand, leading the way. He seemingly set himself on a mission of observing this whole place, judging by him not going anywhere in particular. The quiet with only your footsteps causing distant, rhythmic echo gave you an opportunity to collect your thoughts. It’s to be expected that your issues and worries won’t go away just in one walk. You’ve got a long way to go working on these things. But it’s good to know now there’s going to be someone who’ll offer you their shoulder to lean on when you need it the most…

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You two have been walking for couple of minutes now. During that time, you’ve passed a few classes with ongoing lectures behind closed doors, pupils of various houses passing by from time to time and as of now you were going down a long, windowless hallway lit only by torches. None of you weren’t told about this area so you proceeded with caution. At this point you were both looking around, memorising your new surroundings.

You were expecting this to be another hallway connecting this place throughout. As you were slowly nearing the end of the hallway, a quiet thud echoed through from somewhere nearby. Both of you froze on spot. Hearing an unknown noise in an unfamiliar area forced cold run down your spines. Eyes shooting into every corner, looking out for any misplaced shadow in the hallway ahead. Hearts were rapidly pumping and nerves were on edge.

Intense atmosphere hung around like a thick fog. Your hands were clenched together as if your lives depend on it. You began to reassure yourselves it was nothing to worry about. Fear slowly ceased from both of you.

A hoarse, deep meow suddenly came from behind you. Both of you screamed from the top of your lungs, swinging around to see what it was. A fat white cat was sitting on the floor slowly waving its tail from side to side. It had rather interesting patterns, 2 thin black lines right under its nose and big black smudge behind its head and ears. Almost looked like this furball actually had a moustache with slowly balding head.

The chunky feline stared up at you judgingly through its furrowed eyebrows. This became an unspoken staring contest until it was disturbed by a man’s yelling coming from connected hall behind you. “MR. NORRIS!” The voice was followed with footsteps rapidly approaching. You and Klarion turned your attention towards the person.

The cat, apparently Mr. Norris, stood up and slowly made its way past you. It let out its ugly meow in response to the owner’s call. In mere seconds, a man marched in, staring at you from end of the hall. Long thin hair creeped from underneath his soldier-like helmet which covered his eyes. Wonder how he could see…

“MR. NORRIS!” He yelled again, running to his obese companion. He picked him up, holding him like a child in one of his arms. After mumbling something to Mr. Norris in reassuring manner, his attention turned to you 2.

“TRESPASSERS!” His voice was nastily pitched when he yelled, making your ears hurt. None of you gave him answer though, too stunned to speak. This didn’t please the man. Klarion made a step back, telling you to follow him out of here.

“YOU DO NOT GET TO LEAVE UNTIL YOU GIVE ME A REASON TO LET YOU LEAVE!” He yelled at Klarion’s attempt to leave, to which Mr. Norris meowed in his own angry tone. Minute of silence took place – you didn’t know what to do while the man awaited your answer. He got only angrier the longer you stayed quiet. “100 PUSH-UPS HERE AND NOW, CADETTES! NOT ONLY FOR REFUSING TO REASON YOUR TRESPASSING BUT ALSO FOR UPSETTING COMMANDER MR. NORRIS!” He can’t be serious…

Shared glance with Klarion was enough to make you both run down the hall to where you came from. Unfortunately, the crazed cat owner took a chase; after putting Mr. Norris down, of course. He was way faster than any of you. Sound of heavy boots were right behind you in seconds A harsh and sudden tug back cut it short. His hands clenched on your collars, lifting you up with ease. “DO NOT DISOBEY ME!” He threatened as he dropped you down on the cold tiled floor. You winced when you hit the ground, Klarion huffed in pain next to you. “200 PUSH-UPS THIS INSTANT!”

The way he was yelling and acting towards you made you feel sick. Who would allow a mad man like this work in this school. One thing was Snape breaking off today’s fight with that harsh spell. There was a reason for it. But you just wandered off a little and already get scolded in such nasty manner. Tears began to choke you, threatening to run down your cheeks again.

It looked like you’re both doomed here. That’s when you heard someone else approaching. Moment later, your saviour arrived. Klarion was in awe looking up at them. The man had long, dark brown - nearly black cloak reaching down on the floor. The most distinguishable feature on him was his height though. If he was a foot taller he wouldn’t fit beneath the ceiling.

He inhaled to cuss at the other man when he noticed you on the floor. His already visible frown deepened. “Filch, why are they on the floor??” He questioned. Filch stood his ground. “THEY WERE TRESPASSING!” He announced loudly. The taller man wasn’t having it. “So what? They’re on their way out.” He gave you a glance as he continued scolding Filch. “That’s not why I’m here-“ He pulled the man by his collar. “-because your raccoons tore my hat to shreds, again! I’VE ALREADY TOLD YOU TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! I REFUSE TO GET A NEW HAT EVERY WEEK BECAUSE OF YOU!”

The glance was enough for both of you to get up and get out of there immediately. The rest of their argument became distant as you made your way deeper into school. Once far enough, both of you sat down on nearby stairs, sighing in relief and catching your breaths. Hopefully you won’t lose points from your houses due to this.

Klarion looked at you after a minute, smiling. “Did you see how tall he was?” Excitement was audible in his voice. “A giant man, like Hagrid is.” You nodded a little, small smile creeping on your face. It was sweet to see how your friend admired even these minor things, no matter the situation. “Yeah… Good thing he was there…” You noted, to which Klarion nodded. That one was rather close dodge…

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You and Klarion decided to waste time in the library for the rest of your afternoon, finding it as a place no one will look for you. It was peacefully quiet there, except for the occasional chatter of other students. You made sure to find a table as far from others as you could.

“Dat cat was really fat.” Your friend noted, to which you nodded. “Sure was.”

“By the way, -“ He continued. “-what classes do you have?” He quizzed. You thought for a moment. “I’ve had Muggle studies and Transfiguration today… And tonight, I have Astronomy…” You explained. Klarion reached his hand in his pocket and pulled out a sheet of paper with some scribbles on it. “I have this.” He placed it on the table and pushed it towards you. It was his class schedule rewritten to have it at hand. Quite smart…

On Monday they were given Transfiguration with professor Snape and Potions. You faintly remembered this subject on Wednesday but didn’t know which lesson exactly. What caught your eye the most was Astronomy. It was scheduled the same for both of you. “Look.” You pointed it out on the paper. “We both have the same lesson today!”

His smile went from ear to ear. “Oh, you are right!” He took the paper back and hid it in his pocket again. This means all of 1^st year take this class together. Maybe you can introduce him to your roommates when given a chance.

Klarion’s expression grew more cautious and serious. “Philip?” He spoke up after a moment of silence that took its place, something still seemingly bothering him. You gave him a questioning look. “Yeah?” He seemingly hesitated before finally asking. “Why did you cry when you talked about your dad?” This caught you off guard a little.

You twiddled with your fingers again, looking down at your hands. Klarion was patient with letting you answer. His curiosity and worry didn’t let him stop you from explaining yourself. Unfortunately for you…

“I-I mean…he…” Words were all over as you struggled to collect the right ones for your answer. Tears began to push back into your eyes. This is probably the 3^rd time today; hopefully it won’t be like this for the rest of school year…

“I-I’m not as good as my b-brother…” You managed to mumble out. Klarion got off of his chair and walked up to you, hugging you again. “I-…” You sobbed. “I’m not…Jasperson…” At this point you broke into tears again.

Your conversation caught attention of someone else behind a nearby shelf. They peeked out, pile of books in their arms. Thud from book pile hitting the table got your and Klarion’s attention. “Did you say Jasperson? Like, the Jasperson?” The older Slytherin standing at your table quizzed. He sat down opposite you, taking Klarion’s previous seat.

“So it’s true that he’s got 2^nd son…” Mumbled the boy, pushing his books aside for better eye contact. It was also true your father was careful about sharing too much of private life with public. You still didn’t properly understand why; maybe you’ll find out later, maybe never.

 He observed your puffy face momentarily. “You don’t look like Jasperson though…” He commented, his undertone doubting your previous statement. That’s probably why people didn’t really recognize you beforehand.

The older boy shrugged and fixed his tie. “’Xcuse my rudeness.” He reached out his arm to you. “I’m William Baker. My family sells the best wands around the globe.” Unhealthy amount of pride covered every word he just said.

Seeing that you nor your friend will shake his hand, he pulled it back. “You know, my dad works well with yours. And as far as I’ve seen, Martin’s got some particularly interesting wand from him. I know ‘cause we go to Duelling together.” He added. “Can I see yours? I ‘ssume you’re brothers, so I bet you’ve got also an interesting wand.” William quizzed, reaching his hand out to take your wand.

Both you and Klarion were taken back by his expectation for acquaintance, unsure of his intentions. After a minute of awkward silence and stares, he put his hand away again. “…Or not. Right then.” He finally got up to leave. His eager interest vanished as he got up, taking the pile of books with him. “See you somewhere later, Jasperson.” William spat his goodbye out with disdain, finally leaving you two alone.

Sharing a look with Klarion, you made your way out of here. Better scratch library out of places to seek privacy and quiet in. And since there was nothing to do in particular, Klarion decided to show you where you can find his common room.

The further you went the more Ravenclaw students you passed. Feeling of all eyes on you started to overwhelm you until you made it to the entry point. “Here!” Your friend announced proudly. It was plain wooden door with silver knocker shaped as raven head. “It gives you a quiz you have to answer right.” He explained.

“Interesting.” You noted. Klarion smiled, taking your hand. “Show me your common room.” He encouraged you. Taking his hand back, both of you ran through halls until you got to your destination. “Here.” You panted out, walking towards a bunch of barrels nearby kitchen. “There’s a pattern you have to tap out on it.” You explained.

“What is pattern?” Klarion asked as his cheeks turned pinkish, kind of embarrassed for not knowing the word. “Oh! That’s a…” You didn’t know how to explain it.

“That’s a given way of how to do it.” A familiar voice behind you spoke. Upon turning to face them, you were greeted with Benny’s stare. “Why’s he here?” He questioned, observing Klarion.

“We told each other where we stay.” Klarion explained instead of you, receiving a small frown from Ben. Though he seemed to be more laid back about him than Gerald was. “Didn’t ask you, but okay.” Benny retorted at your Ravenclaw friend, making his way past you and to the barrels. “Dinner’s soon. Feel free to head to the Hall right away.” He added in less hostile manner. After tapping in the right pattern, he vanished in Hufflepuff common room.

“Is he your friend?” Klarion asked after a moment, looking at you. You quietly nodded, pulling at his hand to move on. He nodded, letting go of you as you walked out together. You couldn’t quite put your finger on why did Gerry and Benny act in such way to Klarion. But it’s to be expected that not all people will be friends. On the other hand, you know where to find Ravenclaws and via versa for Klarion. Easier to find each other now…

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It was just before 10pm as all 1^st year students made their way to astronomy tower. Trio from your bedroom went at the back of this gathering crowd. Tim seemed in thought while Frank already saw himself back in bed. You were looking over the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of your Ravenclaw friend. Just a few minutes before 10 hit, the door finally opened and waiting children poured in.

Your trio decided to wait for it to become less gathered before going in with them. Set of footsteps quickly approached from behind and straight past you. His fluffy, curly hair almost immediately let you know who he was. Andrew looked over his shoulder, smiling shortly after seeing you. “Let’s go, mates!” He called out at you three, making his way in.

Tim lost his train of thoughts when the Gryffindor boy shouted, quietly following him. You went after Tim with Frank right behind you. A long circular staircase took you up into the tower’s top. It was spacious and well-kept. Only source of light were dimly lit candles all around. Rounded glass ceiling let you see all the shining stars spread on the clear sky outside.

Except for long hatch in the wooden floor where you came from, there was sturdy door with bridged hallway connecting this tower with another nearby tower. It soon opened as tonight’s professor entered. Somewhere from the crowd came a loud gasp. It was the same professor that saved you from Filch. And surprisingly, his hat was back. It was pointy witch hat with sheep like skull attached to it from the front. To even bigger surprise, the skull had its own eye with which it stared at everyone present.

“Good evening, students.” Spoke up the professor with borderline thunderous voice. “I, the Great Merasmus, will be your Astrology professor.” His attitude was filled with confidence. “But if you choose to study Arithmancy in following years, you’ll see me there, too.” He added.

The lesson was rather slow as he was explaining more or less basics. But it took only about an hour, compared to the usual hour and half with any other classes you have. Most likely because of it being so late at night. The moment he let you go, almost all students vanished in minutes through the circular stairs and right back to their common rooms.

As the numbers rapidly thinned, you could finally see Klarion. He made his way through the crowd and right up to Merasmus. The tall teacher was about to be on his way as well when he noticed your friend. He was tiny next to him.

“Can I help you?” Quizzed the professor. Klarion smiled a little. “I just wanted to thank you for today. You helped me and my friend from dat angry man.” He explained himself. Merasmus thought momentarily before nodding as he remembered. “Oh! Right! It’s nothing, I had to be there either way.”

You made your way to them. “Your hat’s back.” You borderline whispered but the tall teacher still managed to hear you. “I had to fix it myself. I hope his raccoons stay away this time.” The 2^nd sentence had angry tone to it.

Klarion’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “He has real raccoons, too? I thought only de fat cat was his.” Quizzed your friend. This made your professor sigh in annoyance but not because of Klarion. “Yeah… I think he found it along with the raccoon pack when he was a student, but I don’t really know or care.” Answered Merasmus, thinking back to what actually happened.

This was enough for Klarion. You yawned, covering your mouth in process. “Thank you for help, again. Good night!” Said out loud your friend to the still thinking Merasmus as he grabbed your hand and dragged you out of there. Distant ‘Bye!’ was all you got in response, already making your way through the halls. At some point, Klarion wished you goodnight and separated to go to bed himself, leaving you alone to make your way back in Hufflepuff common room.

The place was nearly silent, the only sounds being ever-present fire cracking and muffled chatter of still-awake students. As you made your way up and to your room, it was already dark. Both of your roommates were already out and asleep. You joined them after a quick shower, not wasting any more time awake.

September was coming to an end. Everyone was given the opportunity to choose an afternoon activity arranged by the Hogwarts. For younger students there were options to either pick lessons of Flying on broomstick or Herbology. You were given time to decide until the end of this week. Some students already knew they don’t want to do any of it and keep their days free. Some wanted to do both. You were hesitant.

As of now, you were in your room, reconsidering your options. Tim was sitting at his table, reading some materials for afternoon lessons to be ready. Frank leisured in his bed, most likely sleeping again. It was day after another Astronomy lesson so it was rather understandable.

No upset mails from your father have arrived yet, which gave you a certain level of comfort but also concern of what might come later. Come to think of it, did your brother receive any letter from your father when he was sorted? Most likely not…

A knock on the door interrupted you from thoughts. Tim looked up from his book before turning to you. “Can you get it?” He asked. With a small nod you jumped off of your bed and walked up to it. Stepan stood there patiently. Smile came to his face when he saw you. “Hi, Philip. I didn’t see you much around the common room. Want to go spend some time there?” He asked.

Hesitation took place before you gave him a slow nod in response. Pleased with that, he waved to follow him. “Let’s go!”

You closed the door and followed him down the stairs and on a couch. There were mostly your classmates, two of them playing chess while the rest watched and talked. When you joined them, conversations fell quiet, replaced by glances. The word of you being the actual Jasperson and not some coincidence of names spread around like wildfire. Some people didn’t mind or care, some judged and stared.

Feeling out of place, you thought of leaving. One of the players spoke up, stopping you in doing so. “Picked any activities, Jasperson?” Questioned the boy. You only knew him for being rather soft-spoken during lessons but also witty around his friends. He awaited your answer, eyes never leaving the chess board.

After a moment of silence, you simply shrugged. He took a glance at your movement. “Asking because my dad has a quidditch team in our town, but it’s kids our age.” A pause followed as he made a move with his chess piece. “There’s too little of us to be actually considered a team for competing though.” He finally made eye contact with you. “Interested?”

You were given no time to answer as his opponent barked at him. “You just need someone with big name there, stop coverin’ it up.” The daring Hufflepuff said. She was the loudest of them all, always put as a leader when divided in groups. “Also, your turn.” She added in quieter tone. The boy turned back to the game after that.

His offer may have just given you not only opportunity but also your final decision for what you’d like to pick. In the worst-case scenario, there’s an option to leave these classes during semester in January or at the end of school year in June. Might as well ask your roommates and maybe even Klarion to join in. It’s not like you’ve heard of any Jasperson becoming a quidditch player. And duelling is offered from 2^nd year on anyway. This could be just the thing for you…

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Thoughts and options stormed through your mind while revaluating your current options and possibilities. Herbology wasn’t really calling for you and doing nothing would most likely get you bored before the next month’s over.

It was interrupted by the girl’s victorious shout as she threw her hands up. “I win, again! You’re doin’ awful today, Nathan.” She taunted the boy sitting opposite her. Nathan simply sighed and re-adjusted the pieces for a new game. When all was set, he looked up at her. “Shall we?” His question dismissed her previous taunt.

Seeing as this will become rather repetitive, you decided to get up from the couch. Stepan looked up at you, not really trying to stop you. “See you at lunch?” He asked, to which you nodded. That was enough of an answer for your chubby friend, waving you a goodbye before his focus shifted back to the game.

You made your way back to your bedroom, seeing both Frank and Tim like they were when you left. You sat on your bed, facing Tim. “Who was it?” Tim asked after a moment of quiet, finally closing the book he’s been reading. By its thickness you could guess it was most likely History of Magic. Plus, Tim hated lacking in his school work and knowledge.

“Stepan…” You peeped, unsure of what else to say. Then you realised you had something to tell them both. “I-I got an offer from…Nathan…about broomstick flying…” You started. Tim leaned in closer, curious. He waited patiently for you to continue, and so you did. “He told me his father leads a small quidditch team in his town…and they need more players-“

“I’m in.” Tim cut you off with his answer. “I mean, might as well wanna learn how to fly on broom before I become animagus.” The boy added, pride dominating this statement. Your eyes slightly widened in surprise – he said it with such determination you’d never expect from an 11yo.

Seeing your reaction, Tim smiled, eager to explain himself. “My dad’s an animagus. Can’t remember what kind of bird but he can travel for really long.” This boy was ready to deliver a story. “I hope I’ll be the same species, or at least a bird too. And all the stories he has to tell! If ya wanna, I can ask him to take you for a visit some day. He’s been everywhere in both muggle and our world! When the school’s over, I’ll join him on his trips.” It was nice to see someone wanting to follow in their parent’s footsteps so much.

Although, his excitement didn’t last for too long, saddening a little. “I wish I could write him a letter, but he doesn’t have an owl nor any permanent place to send it to… And I can’t have my own owl because of these damn school rules.” Seeing Tim’s joy and pride turn to sadness before changing into anger within seconds was quite surprising but understandable in his situation. When you become older and go study to Teufort there will be very little time left to properly care for your pets. Plus, it was a warzone there anyway – it’s not worthy losing your pet to a stray bullet.

“Next one.” Called professor Flitwick another student up to the front. Everyone was being tested from Wingardium leviosa spell, except they had to use it on a heavy and rather big statue during this lesson. As if it wasn’t enough, they had to keep it lifted up in certain height level. And, noticeably enough, Fred held stopwatch in his hand, measuring for how long each student could keep the statue up while he wrote it down on a separate sheet of paper.

You were a bit nervous. Not everyone was managing, plus having only a month to learn and pretty much master a spell to this amount was quite rough. But school had its own rules, and unfortunately, they sucked. A lot.

Stepan had his turn now. Since the 1^st year Gryffindor was done with their exam now, it was Hufflepuff’s turn. You were to go right after Tim, who seemed both nervous but incredibly determined at the same time. Professor Flitwick had his list by last names, so it was expected to happen as such.

You hoped your magic will be enough. You’re supposed to be a Jasperson. That one family whose pride is all in its name and who’s oh so known for its power and resilience. You have to prove yourself to be the most competent student amongst everyone…right?

“Handerson, your turn.” The teacher called out to Tim. His voice shook you from your thoughts. Your roommate got swiftly up and hurried to the front as the kid before him returned to their seat. You watched Tim stand up straight and steady himself for what was to come. He waited in silence for the short teacher’s approval to begin. With a simple nod from Fred, the buzzcut boy shouted out the incantation. “Wingardium leviosa!” He firmly held his wand in his small hand, the tip aimed at the statue. Within second of casting the spell, the statue began to shift. Tim used all his strength to lift it up, taking his time to get it up above the required height level. He looked like it was the easiest task for him, but after barely quarter a minute of holding it up, he began to clench his fist. It was becoming too heavy for him to handle much longer, and not much after quarter a minute, he hurriedly lowered the statue. He exhaled the air he was subconsciously holding in for the entire time. Thankfully, the statue had a spell casted on it beforehand that cushioned its fall so nothing gets damaged if it’s dropped on accident.

Professor Flitwick gave Tim a nod. “Good job, kid. You can go back to your seat now.” He informed your friend. Tim slowly made his way back, but instead of looking pleased or happy with his result, he looked rather defeated. Maybe he was expecting a little too much, despite his time being one of the best ones, given the fact of how little time they had to learn that stuff.

“Next, please.” Called out the professor once again. It was your turn now. You felt your heart beating in your throat. Everyone was watching…and everyone will tell if you fail. You slowly stood up from your seat and made your way towards the statue. All you have to do is to keep calm and focus. Stay focused and calm. You repeated to yourself in your head.

Upon approaching the statue, you took your stance and aimed your wand at it. With a simple nod from your teacher, you uttered the spell loudly. “Wingardium leviosa!” You flicked your wand along with the incantation. The statue shifted once more, lifting up from the ground. You put all your focus on doing it right and keeping the statue as high for as long as possible. But little did you expect the possibility of overdoing it.

The statue began to levitate higher than it should’ve, and while you were in control of it, you just kept on following it with your wand, causing it to go even higher. Flitwick had noticed and gave you a glance before pulling out his own wand. He uttered a spell before looking at you. “Let go, Philip.” He said aloud. But you were like frozen. You wanted to stop, but you felt like you weren’t in control of it anymore. Thankfully, Fred thought fast. He quicky approached you and moved your hand away, pointing it to the ground. This had broken your spell, as it allowed Flitwick to slowly manipulate it back down.

He gave you another glance, but it was still more filled with concern and care than anger and disappointment…which was rather new to you. He wrote a longer note than usual on his paper before he let you return to your seat. You felt your heart race. The speedy thudding in your chest was way too uncomfortable for you. And, of course, everyone was looking at you. But you didn’t know what had happened. There’s no way that you could’ve lifted it up This high on your own…right? No. Nonsense.

“How the Hell did ya lift it up so high?” Tim basically barked at you at the dinner table, but he kept his voice hushed so he doesn’t drag much more attention from other houses. You quietly shrugged, wishing to be left alone right now. Stepan was giving you yet another caring look, seeing as you had another tiny portion compared to his plate. Without asking, he simply added a piece of chicken to your plate, giving you a smile before returning to his own plate. It was a nice gesture, but today you really didn’t feel hungry. You still wanted to talk to Klarion about today, as well as ask him how he’d managed.

Didn’t take much longer and you very soon made your way out of the Great Hall. With thoughts fogging your mind, you found yourself heading towards the Ravenclaw common rooms. You had realized your mistake only once you were at the entrance, where you’d be questioned by the crow. The only one questioning you wasn’t the crow though. It was the Ravenclaw prefect – Merlow Conagher, who was just leaving the common room. “Did you get lost?” She asked softly, as if not to scare you away.

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. “I-uh-no, I just-“ Your words didn’t come out the way you needed them to. But she seemed patient and understanding. But even with that, panic began to take over you. So, you did the best thing you could at the moment. You quickly ran back down the stairs, almost ashamed of yourself. How could you’ve missed such an important path difference? Yet another thing today didn’t go as planned… Thankfully, on your way down, you finally bumped into the person you were looking for this whole time.

“Filip!” Klarion loudly greeted you as he was returning from his dinner. It momentarily startled you but you were relieved to see your friend none the less. “Hi…” You meekly greeted him back. He gave you a warm smile. “Do you want to go out for a walk tomorrow?” He asked happily. Seeing as that you nor him had any lessons during forenoon, you slightly nodded. “Sure.” His smile brightened with your agreement. “Okay. See you after dinner. Good night, Filip!” He said. Before you could tell him anything else, he ran up the stairs and shortly after disappeared into his common room.

On your way back to your own common room, you began to wonder what he could possibly want to meet up with you like this. He hasn’t asked for such before. It was probably just to see you…and hopefully not another inconvenience. He was a bit strange at times but he was your closest friend so far, so of course you hoped nothing as bad had happened to him as it did to you today. No matter how minor or major it was, you felt shame for any mistakes you made none the less. You’re a Jasperson. You can’t be going around, making mistakes. You’re supposed to be perfect, an example to others…not just another inconvenience.

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„So, what did you want to talk about?” You asked Klarion quietly. The both of you were on your way out from lunch. Your Russian friend had waited for you until you were finished with your meal so the two of you can head out for the lessons-free afternoon.

He went with you on a field near by Hagrid’s place. When you were walking by, you could hear Hagrid in his cottage with Gerald, both of them talking quite loudly. They didn’t see you though, and neither were you going to get their attention onto yourselves.

You and Klarion eventually stopped in a shade near by a small piece of a forest that was right behind Hagrid’s garden. Despite September nearing its end, the sun still shone quite brightly so having a piece of shade was something you’d actually find welcoming. And these trees were just perfect for it.

Klarion looked over at you upon stopping by the trees. “I need help with practicing that spell. I still do not understand it well.” Your friend had finally answered your question. In a moment of confusion, you gave him a little frown with confused look. He understood soon enough. “Dat flying thing spell.” He tried to explain with his still limited vocabulary…although he was slowly getting better.

It took you another minute to catch up. But then it finally hit you. “Do you mean Wingardium leviosa?” You asked. Klarion quickly nodded. “Da! That one!” He smiled big. Your confused expression had remained though. “But…weren’t you tested from it yesterday as well?”

The Russian boy saw your puzzled expression. He nodded once again. “Da. But I did not do well.” He spoke in lowered tone, as if he was somewhat ashamed of it. You slightly nodded, understanding not only the feeling, but also wanting to figure out if you can actually do what you did yesterday.

Klarion seemed happy, as his usual warm smile swiftly returned to his face. “Thank you, friend!” He gave you a hug, which at first took you by surprise, but then you hugged back. It felt…nice.

When you two let go of one another, Klarion looked around for an item you could use for practicing. There was a stone set in the ground. Only about quarter of it was underground but it was big enough for the both of you to practice with it.

“Here, look!” Your friend pointed at it, already with wand in hand. He looked determined to get it out of the ground. But before he could cast the spell, you had stopped him. ”Wait. I-Isn’t it school damage?” You asked, seeing as the boulder was still set and untouched in the ground. Klarion gave you a little frown. “…What else we use then?” He quizzed. It was quite a good point though… What you needed had to be heavy enough to work well with your practice.

Then an idea hit him, although it being nothing you’d expected. “We can use us!” He suddenly exclaimed. Your eyes widened, but before you could say anything, he had his wand already pointed at you and ready to cast the spell.

“What-“ Only one word of disbelief was uttered from you before your friend casted the levitation spell. “Wingardium leviosa!” He flicked his wand to his words, and before you knew, you were beginning to float. A wave of sheer panic overcame you, causing you to be frozen in place. You couldn’t utter a peep. Your muscles were stiff and your heart was racing.

Thankfully though, your friend was careful. He didn’t levitate you much high up nor he’d managed to hold you up for long. But even those few seconds in the air were enough for you to be absolutely petrified. Being left without any ground under your feet was scary…which brings an obstacle to your interest in broom flying.

Klarion soon let you down. Despite it being rather rough landing, he was being as gentle as a beginner could and, thankfully, it didn’t hurt as much as when that helmeted guy Filch had caught you. You still haven’t asked about him or his name, but not that you needed to…

As you dropped down, your Russian friend gasped and ran up to you. “Are you okay? I am so sorry!” He knelt down to you, helping you stand up. You nodded a little, soothing his concerns. After getting up, you dusted yourself a little before looking at your friend. There was a momentary awkward moment of silence before Klarion gave you a little nod, silently telling you that it was your turn to try.

You didn’t really want to do it now. What if he gets hurt? What if you can’t control yourself again?

Klarion saw your conflicted look and put his hand on your shoulder, smiling a little. “No need to worry, Filip. I trust you can do it.” He said in a reassuring tone. Despite having your concerns, you were planning to be as careful as you can be. And even if anything happens, Hagrid and Gerry were right over the hill.

While you readied yourself, Klarion made a few steps back to ensure you’ve got as much space as you can. You took a deep breath in, then out. Then comes the stance…and then you point your wand. “Wingardium leviosa!” The incantation is spoken with the flick of the wand. Within a second of casting the spell, Klarion began to levitate not too much above ground. Just like you, he appeared scared as his feet had lost the contact with the ground. But unlike you, he began to sway his limbs, making it harder for you to hold him up. Eventually, you had to stop, feeling the weight and amount of magic being used to hold him above the ground was getting too much not just for your wand but for yourself as well.

In an instinctive reaction, you immediately stopped, which made him suddenly drop down. He hit the ground with a yelp. You ran up to him, aiding him at getting back to his feet. He seemed shook, but otherwise okay. “Are you alright?” You asked, looking your friend up and down to see if he’s hurt. Thankfully, he confirmed he’s indeed alright by nodding. “Yes. I am okay.” Despite his reassurance, he still appeared shook. Even though he wasn’t as high as you were worried he’d be. You did try by the end to lift him up higher but it didn’t work. Which partially confirms that someone else must’ve casted the spell with you during the exam. If this happens again, you can be sure that someone else had their wand in your business.

Your thoughts were pushed away by Klarion suddenly hugging you again, which you hesitantly returned. “Let us not do this again, da?” He whispered while hugging you, his voice ever so slightly quivering. You nodded almost immediately, seeing as this was a rather stupid idea to begin with.

This hug was much shorter than the one before. Right after you nodded, Klarion let go of you. After this experience, you might as well scratch asking him about the broom flying lessons. You’ll still think about it for a bit longer though.

For the rest of the afternoon, the both of you went on exploring the school interior further. Ensuring not to get caught by Filch or Mr. Norris, you had explored yet another part of your school before dinner time came. You had also avoided going anywhere near Slytherins. Just for the safe measure.

During dinner, you stayed in thought over today’s ‘practice’ and yesterday’s exam. You were sure Flitwick will call you out tomorrow for another attempt, since lifting that statue that high up for a student was basically impossible. Let alone for someone in their 1^st year.

Stepan, as usual, noticed your disinterest in your dinner. So he gave you a little nudge. “What’s wrong, Philip?” He asked just before taking another bite of his own dinner. You gave him a little wordless shrug. He watched you for a bit longer before swallowing his chew, allowing himself to speak up once again. “Okay. But you should eat.” He still requested from you, seeing as you were still playing with your quarter-eaten food. You looked down at your plate, before looking back up at him. “Do you want the rest of it?” You asked him quietly.

To no one’s surprise, he nodded with a smile. “Can’t let this good food let go to waste.” He said almost triumphally, more to himself than to you. You helped the chubby boy move the food from your plate to his. He thanked you before getting back to it. Left without anything else to do at your table, you got up and headed out of the Hall.

On the hallway, you ensured to get back to your common room as quietly and as fast as possible. You still had your astrology lesson up ahead, but that was in a few hours. This gave you some time to think things through. Plus, after the experience with Klarion, you needed to let the thought of broom flying go properly yet quickly through your head. The end of September is nearing really fast and you hand to make your decision soon.

By the time of everyone gathering for the astrology lesson, you got to see Andrew again. “G’evenin’, mate.” The boy said as he placed his hand on your shoulder. It made you jump in surprise, to which he chuckled. Klarion followed, approaching you from the other side. He already looked excited. Either to have the lesson or to see Merasmus. Either way, he still greeted you again with his usual, welcoming smile. “Hello, Filip.” He said just before the door to the astrology tower had finally opened. Everyone pushed themselves in as they made their way up the stairs.

You were, along with your friends, amongst the last ones to head up. And despite you knowing you should pay attention during your lesson, your mind kept on trailing off with thoughts. Klarion was okay after today, which was a terrible idea to practice levitation on each other. Who knows what would’ve happened if it was to get out of hand and with no supervision….

But mostly, you still wondered who the hell would’ve caused you the trouble yesterday. Was there someone in Gryffindor, let alone in Hufflepuff, who’d sabotage? If so, what else could they do? And why? You’d just started your school year and there was already some trouble to be caused. You were left to wonder how many more obstacles lie before you…whether or not caused by your own actions.

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„Alright, kids! Name’s professor Hooch and I’m gonna teach ya how to fly on a broom.” The slim, energetic professor had introduced himself to the group of 1^st years who’d signed up for broom flying lessons. And, despite your better judgement, it included yourself. Plus, Nathan had promised you help when you need it.

You were currently all standing in a quidditch field/ring, where occasional tournaments happen. Sadly, since the school focuses now more on war than magic, there aren’t as many quidditch games as, for example Nathan, might’ve wished for. But for that he can always practice at home with his dad.

While the young teacher was talking, you couldn’t help but notice the girl from the beginning of the year who’d just barely dodged Slytherin and got into Ravenclaw…but what was her name? And what was she doing here? Your curiosity was suddenly interrupted by the professor calling out loud, getting everyone’s full attention.

“Alright, we’re doing this!” He spoke, looking over at everyone with a pause. “Now, to get your broom up, ya gotta put your hand above it and say ‘up’ until it does so.” He explained before showing it himself. “Up!” He said firmly with his hand outstretched above his broom. Right after he said it, his broom flew up into his hand. He grabbed it, a proud grin across his face already. “See? Too easy!”

Every present student had begun to attempt the same. A unison of children’s voices all chanting ‘up’ began to ring around you. You were trying to get your broom to go up into your hand as well, but it seemed to protest, making you attempt it several times before it finally rose from the ground and hit your palm. You gripped your fingers around it quickly before it could fall again.

Soon enough, everyone was holding their brooms in their hands, ready to follow more orders from professor Hooch. He showed you all how to sit on the broom properly before taking off. Everyone watched him for a minute before following in his footsteps. They did as they saw. Due to his lack of patience and proper explanation, most of children were struggling with the task. Thankfully, you weren’t one of them this time…the issue truly arrived when your feet rose above the ground and the gap between you and safety was only growing.

Within the following few seconds, you were lifted up and slowly moving forward. This is when your fear kicked in once again and just like when you and Klarion were practicing spells on each other, your body froze. Your grip tightened on your broomstick and your eyes widened. You felt your heart deafeningly pounding in your chest. Despite flying quite slowly, it felt like you were going the speed of sound.

You saw the curved wall approaching you but you couldn’t control your body. You couldn’t move to change the direction. The fear was overwhelming. You began to panic internally more and more, your strength and focus rather quickly abandoning you. Yet the adrenaline rushing through your body forced your brain to stay on high alert, disallowing you losing your grip even just slightly.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the very tip of your broomstick from the front. You looked at the person with fear-filled eyes. Nathan gently moved your broom to shift directions from hitting the wall. He gave you a small frown. “You need to tilt your body to turn properly.” He said in a rather snarky voice. You watched with bewilderment as your housemate guided your turn while flying close beside you. Your muscles still refused to relax as you sat stiffly on your broom, clinging to the stick for your dear life.

While slowly guiding you through the turn, another student whooshed by on their broom. Nathan seemed to take it personally, as he let go of your broomstick and immediately raced with the student. They both flew with little to no effort, dodging other students while proving each other they’re better than the other one.

Thankfully, you were at the end of a turn. By now, you felt yourself slowly collecting your previously vanished courage. Your body ever so slightly shifted, finishing the 1^st turn in a slow pace. While flying in a straight line, you took a moment to try and catch a glimpse of the 2 students that raced together around the field.

All you got to see were yellow and blue smudges zooming high above everyone else. Other students flew visibly slower than those two. Most of them flew low at your level to avoid possibly getting hit or even passed by them. You didn’t pay any of them much mind soon enough, seeing as you really just wanted to finish at least this round.

With a sound of a whistle, Hooch began to lead everyone to land. To your very own shock, you’ve managed to land without falling, despite struggling to keep your balance at first. You had to remind yourself this was only the 1^st lesson. Expecting to be the best from the start with no previous experience was pretty much impossible.

On the other hand, some other student wasn’t as lucky. You watched as some of the last students landed right after you. Though a dark-skinned boy with red and yellow striped scarf, who was landing last, stumbled as he was landing. Unlike you, he ended up losing his balance, making his landing harsh as he hit the dirt ground with a loud “Oomph!”.

The group started laughing, seeing the kid drop down like this. You quietly stood there, seeing if he’ll get up. Professor Hooch was faster though, as he walked over to lift the boy up from the ground. He began re-explaining how to land properly to him. The rest of the class was meanwhile happily chattering about such embarrassing moment to have right in front of everyone.

After the boy was retold by the professor how to land, he turned to the still loudly chattering group of kids, which included you. “Alright, all of you are free to go now! See ya next Friday!” He announced.

The moment these words left his mouth, everyone ran off and away from the field and right to the locker rooms. When you were heading out, you were surprised by your friend. He was patiently waiting by the entrance, running up to you when he saw you leaving. “Hello, Filip!” He greeted you with a tight hug and a big smile. This made you smile as well, and you returned the hug.

Once you both separated, he looked up at you. “So? How was flying?” He asked, curious to hear as much as you could tell him. Your smile remained wide as you spoke. “It was alright. I think I did okay for my first try flying.” You told him, walking slowly to the locker rooms with him right by your side.

Thankfully, by the time you two leisurely got there, vast majority of people were gone. Klarion had decided to wait outside, not wanting to disturb anyone by his presence, including you. It was now only you and another boy left in the changing rooms.

As you went to put away the broom as well as your flying robe so you could then switch to your school uniform, you couldn’t help but notice a quiet, muffled sob. You looked around, spotting the other kid with you. The dark-skinned boy shut his locker, having just finished changing, and headed out with a fast pace to his walk.

Seeing his sad expression made you feel pity for the kid. All he did was fall and now he’s left in tears from it… You decided to let him be for now. You finished changing and met your friend once again outside. The both of you had decided to head for a short observation walk around the school once again in order to kill some time before the dinner.

This time, you had decided to scout the 3^rd floor, given the fact that you’d already gone through the entire ground floor, along with the 1^st and 2^nd floors. While on your exploration, Klarion broke the silence. “Why was dat kid crying?” He asked, looking over at you. For a moment you were left confused but soon enough it clicked – he was talking about that dark-skinned boy.

You thought for a short while before shrugging slightly. “I’m not sure. He fell when he was landing, so I guess that’s why.” You explained to your friend. The Russian boy beside you nodded a little, accepting your answer as valid enough to him. Although after less than a minute, he spoke again.

“Can we help him?” He asked once more, making you think a little harder this time. But like before, you simply shrugged. “I don’t know…maybe, but how?” You said as you looked over at your friend. This made him think as well. Upon reaching an end of your observation walk, he finally spoke up.

“I think we can be friends. You do not cry with friends.” Klarion said it with a sweet tone, yet as if it was as easy as that to befriend anyone you meet. But, not wanting to refuse his idea, you rather decided to give him an uncertain answer once more. “I suppose we could try…”

Despite your uncertainty, he still appeared to be pleased and determined with your answer. “Okay! Let us do it!” Klarion exclaimed excitedly, grabbing your hand and running with you downstairs towards the Great Hall. You followed closely, doing your best to keep up with the Ravenclaw boy.

Upon approaching the Hall, your pace slowed down to walk as you let go of each other, both catching your breaths. You made your way to your table, while Klarion went over to his. You couldn’t help but quietly observe the Gryffindor table though. Plenty of kids, mostly 1^st years, were whispering while the boy from earlier sat at the corner, visibly uncomfortable. He just sat there because he was hungry after today, but judging by his appearance, he was really ready to leave at any moment now.

Klarion’s idea still ran through your mind. What if you were to try and befriend him like Klarion said? How hard could it be, right? Although, it might be better if you don’t rush it just yet. Either way, you were hesitant. To some degree, Klarion was very much right but in upper years, you and that boy will be separated from Klarion and forced to hunt each other down. After dinner, you had decided to wait it out until morning and see what comes out of it. Hopefully it won’t be as bad as it could be; both the idea and the boy. Only time will tell now…

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The following morning, you woke up at your usual early hour. Your roommates were still sound asleep. After you got dressed, you headed right for the breakfast. While putting your thoughts together from your sleepy-hazed mind, a thought from yesterday struck you – the boy who’s fallen during the broom lesson – you and Klarion…well, mostly Klarion, wanted to speak to him today.

But to your dismay, you saw him nowhere at his house’s table. Throughout the entire time you were there, slowly eating your breakfast, he hasn’t showed up. Was he alright? Maybe you could try asking Andrew once you saw him. They’re in the same house and year, after all.

Meanwhile, very few students have arrived. Mostly 3^rd and 4^th years were up and ready by now. Vast majority likes to sleep in. It was always quiet on weekends during this time…and it allowed you to think, as well as have some moment of peace for yourself only.

You still couldn’t shake off the feeling of calm before the storm. For an entire month, it’s been keeping you on edge. Your father would’ve sent an upset letter by now about your sorting. He’s surely fuming and won’t let you catch a break from his anger the second he sees you. You know how much your father despises anything and anyone else but Slytherin on his part. God, you’re cold dead right on spot if you don’t get sorted for espionage class in 4^th year.

“Эй! [Hey!]” A familiar voice echoed through the Great Hall, followed by a pair of fast approaching footsteps. It snapped you from your thoughts as your eyes shot up at the source of sound. You saw that never-dying fire in those eyes and ever-lasting wide smile on that oh so familiar face. Klarion swiftly approached you, sitting on the bench right beside you. You froze, watching your friend with utter shock.

“Th-This isn’t your house table, Klarion.” You stuttered out in partial panic, worried that your friend could get in trouble for this. He only looked at you with a slightly cheekish smile. “There is no one at my table. And there is no one at your table. So, I think it is okay to sit here.” He stated with that simple tone to his explanation, as if all was always so simple because he’s always right. But to admit, he was somewhat right…other first years were barely awake, and if so, they were sure taking their mother-loving time to get their breakfasts. But it only meant more peaceful time for you and your friend.

Klarion remained sitting right beside you, taking his portion before eating it. Since you’ve been sitting here for quite a bit of time before, you were already done eating. But you had decided to wait for your friend to finish his meal in peace before the two of you think of something for today.

“So, where do you want to go?” You asked your friend as you were leaving the Hall. The Russian boy thought it through for a moment. “Well…we have been upstairs a lot…but there are more upstairs to walk through, and we have not been down much.” He stated, offering options. You remembered that on the way downstairs is that hallway where the helmeted guy with his fat cat caught you the first time you’ve gone off to venture out and about. Not since then have you gone by without your class whenever you were heading for Potions. And even then, you made sure to remain hidden behind as many people as you could just for the sake of him not catching even a glimpse of you.

You hesitated. “How about…we go outside for a bit…? Until lunch, I suppose?” You suggested, shrugging a bit. Klarion shrugged back, but agreed. “Okay, let us go.” He said right before picking up his pace and heading outside. You followed suit, refusing to stay behind.

The fresh, chilly air of new morning hit your skin. It was becoming more and more apparent that the autumn is slowly rolling over to winter. Each morning felt colder than usual…or maybe because this school was located on North of the Great Britain, so it should be expected to be colder than in London.

Klarion didn’t seem to mind it as much though. He took a step forward, seemingly heading to walk around the school and observe more of this place from the outside. You, as always, followed suit, wanting to stay close to him. You considered him to be your closest friend, after all. And probably the only closest friend here as well.

You’ve passed yet another corner. The school was truly large. But at least there was more for you and Klarion to explore. It looked like he wanted to take you to the back of the school, probably planning to show you something that’s interested him. While passing one of the towers though, a shout from right above you sounded, stopping you both dead in your tracks. It was somewhat familiar voice to you, but for Klarion not so much. “Oi! Wait for me, will ya?!” A boy’s voice sounded from one of the windows high above. But when you had looked up, all you could see was shiny hair vanishing back into the window.

Klarion looked over at you. “Do you think it was at us?” He asked, wondering. You thought for a moment. “Probably…?” Honestly, you didn’t know either. The probability was always there, of course. “Should we wait then?” Questioned your Russian friend. And yet again, you gave him an unsure look. “I suppose…”

Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait for long. In about 5 to 10 minutes, you and your friend heard a pair of footsteps rapidly approaching. You had recognized that hair almost right away. Klarion soon enough seemed to realize it as well. With breakfast still in hand, the Aussie Gryffindor boy rushed up to you and the Ravenclaw boy. He was obviously winded when he had finally reached you two.

Klarion gave him a concerned look. “Are you okay, friend?” He questioned the boy. But all he got in response was a raised fist with only an index finger up as to say ‘hold on’. Shortly after, Andrew managed to catch his breath. He stood up straight, face still reddish from running. “Yeah. Never been better, mate.” He announced happily. “Thanks for waiting. Didn’t know what else to do with my day.” The Aussie kid said right before biting into his made-in-a-rush sandwich.

You gave him a little nod. “Sure…” You said quietly. Though he spoke again right after, his mouth still partially stuffed with the food. “Sho…where do we go?” He managed to get out. Upon hearing the question, you shot a glance at Klarion, wanting to know as well. Your Russian friend caught your glance, understanding he was the only one who knew where you two…now three were headed to.

Without another word uttered, he smiled and turned around, making his way back towards where you once found the greenhouses. You thought you’d head in there, but instead, he headed further back with you. Both you and Andrew were surprised to see a…seemingly dead willow at the back…and, to your discomfort, it was also too close to the forbidden forest. At least in your opinion.

While Klarion looked excited about his finding, Andrew looked more confused than ever. “Nice…it’s a dead tree… What now, mate?” He questioned the other boy. A large smile grew on your friend’s face. “This tree is not dead. It is alive! And it attacks!” He described excitedly.

Your eyes widened in shock. “What?!” You said out loud, obviously taken back in disbelief. Andrew, on the other hand, quickly finished his breakfast and rolled up his sleeves. “Oh, bugger off!” He spat out a cuss at Klarion, stepping forward to approach the willow. Klarion desperately tried to stop him but Andrew shook him off. He wanted to test it out for himself. But the second he approached to almost a broom-length distance, the tree creaked with a haunting shift.

Everyone’s hearts dropped. Your blood froze in your veins. All of you stared at the moving branches in pure terror. All three of you stood solid on the spot. None of you were able to shake it off in order to get Andrew away on time. One of the branches slightly twisted back before returning with full force right at your Aussie friend. Andrew was the first one who got back to his senses. He managed to duck away from the first blow. This attack kicked your senses back.

You and Klarion glanced at each other before rushing to aid your friend. Unfortunately, he didn’t see another branch twisting to land a better hit. Andrew hurriedly stepped back, but the tree was faster. A sharp yelp sounded from the boy as he began to fall back from the blow. Thankfully, Klarion got there sooner than you, barely catching him just before he could hit the ground. At least he softened his landing a little.

Adrew scrambled back on his feet with the help of you two. Just before the tree swung again, you all hurried as far away from that willow as you could. The first idea for a momentary shelter from the danger was in the greenhouse area. You all hid behind one of the greenhouses, sitting in a place where no one else can easily spot you as well as staying out of sight from that cursed willow.

All of you were quite shook from this. That’s when you looked over at Andrew, your heart skipping a beat. He had a long, slowly bleeding slash across his face. It ran across his left cheekbone. By a miracle, it missed his eye. But it was concerning to look at. He seemed to have noticed soon enough. Suddenly the brave Gryffindor wasn’t as brave anymore. Your Russian friend caught a glimpse of it soon enough, too. His eyes widened.

“You must see a doktor.” Klarion panted out, still winded, while observing the wound. Andrew didn’t say a word. He didn’t seem to want to explain the reason for his wound to anyone else, yet at the same time it must’ve stung a lot at least. It was a whip wound, after all. You noticed tears at the edges of his eyes as the pain began to settle in and adrenalin levels lowered, disabling him from easing the pain. Without a word, both you and Klarion shared a look before both of you stood on each side of the golden-haired boy. The Aussie didn’t fight it this time, letting you both help him seek Mrs. Pomfrey.

Tears of pain ran down your friend’s face, mixing with the small blood streams as small drops trailed your path. It was clear he held all the sobs in really hard. By now, majority of students were awake, so quite a bit of people saw you pass through with the injured boy. You had a feeling that sooner than later the word will spread like wild fire and your house professors will catch a wind of this mess.

The moment you got to the closest hospital wing, Mrs. Pomfrey almost immediately, somehow, acknowledged your presence. Her shocked expression, before she swiftly stepped towards you three, said everything. She pulled Andrew over to herself, bending over and carefully tilting his head to see the bleeding gash better.

“Oh dear, what had happened to you?” The elderly lady spoke in such concerned yet sweet tone to your friend. But he failed to speak, choking on his held tears as he attempted to mumble something out. Instead of pressuring him to answer, she took his hand and led him to sit on one of the hospital beds. “Worry not, dearie. I’ll fix it in no time.” She promised him with a soft smile.

Her attention then turned to you and Klarion. “You can go now. He will be alright.” She said, though it sounded less like an offer and more like an order or an irrefusable request. Without a word, you two shared last glances with your injured friend before you left.

Once you were far enough, Klarion spoke up. “I am sure he will be okay.” He said, sounding as determined as ever. You gave him a slight nod, though you were still feeling the rush of fear pumping through your body. “I do believe so, too.” You confirmed his statement, though not as confidently. Both of you then fell quiet for about a minute, sorting your thoughts properly. Hell, it was barely near lunch time and already there was an injury. Quite serious at that.

Klarion gave you a thoughtful look, eyeing you for a bit before speaking up. “I think he was too hero.” He stated, using his still limited vocabulary to the best of his ability. You nodded once more, knowing he was right. Andrew was, indeed, a little too brave for his own good at that moment. He’s lucky to be as injured as he is. It could’ve been way worse…

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„How did you get this scar again?” A Hufflepuff girl squeezed between your chair and Andrew’s desk asked excitedly. Hell, Andrew’s entire desk was surrounded by other students. Mrs. Pomfrey did fix his wound, leaving a very light, hardly visible scar across his cheek. But, of course, he has to act as if it was the most dramatic battle no one’s ever seen.

By this point, you’ve heard the story multiple times. Always stating how he courageously stood face to face with the deadly cursed willow that stands right behind the school. Most kids were in awe, since having a scar seemed to be a sort of heroic attraction to them.

Thankfully, professor Kettleburn entered the class very shortly after he finished his story. The second she walked in, everyone dashed to their desks, almost stampeding each other in the process. She didn’t look pleased with the students being out of place…but honestly, you’ve probably never seen her pleased enough with anything to consider her at least a bit happy.

Muggle studies went rather fast by today. There was a test to be taken the next lesson, so today all you did was revision. Not really something everyone will bother with until minutes before the exam itself. But Transfiguration wasn’t as pleasant and fast spent. Mostly due to the constant cold tension that rose every time professor Snape was around. No one seemed comfortable to be in one room with him. His sharp cold gaze frostbiting everyone. His constant hits on everyone’s mistakes. And even if someone did something right, he never added points to neither your or Gryffindor house.

No one understood why he was so bitter towards the “red class”. But you thought of asking Klarion about Snape’s approach to them. You watched as the professor made his way around the desks while talking, his eyes piercing everyone around.

“Now, as of…” The professor suddenly trailed off in his speech, his slow footsteps between the desks stopped as well. The silent was deafening, air was deathly still. No one dared to look up from their papers. You felt his gaze looming over you.

His footsteps suddenly sprung back to live as he slowly made his way towards you. Oh God. You saw his black cloak approach like a dementor in the corner of your eye. Your heart picked up pace and your breathing silenced. As if he won’t see you if you stay still and quiet.

“Mr. …” His sharp voice spoke in its low tone. He stood right next to you now, stopping once again. This is it, your doom. “…Addington.” He finished his sentence right after. That second of thinking set you almost into a panic mode. But someone else was there to panic now. Andrew spoke up from behind you. His brown eyes staring almost daringly back into the professor’s gray-blue eyes.

“Yeah?” He asked casually. Your eyes widened but you still didn’t dare to move. Snape let out an annoyed grunt before speaking once again. “Defy transformation.” He calmly stated, but his tone was beyond calm. “But that’s not-“ Andrew tried to protest. Though he was shortly after cut off by the professor.

“Ten points from Gryffindor.” He stated loudly. This triggered momentary wave of quiet gasps and murmurs amongst the class. Andrew had to recompose himself if he didn’t want his own housemates to go after him when this lesson’s over. “It’s a branch of transfiguration that alters physical state of an object to another by changing all the molecules in the object, using the molecules from the environment around as well as releasing it when necessary, shaping it into another desired object.”

He stated from the top of his head. But despite his attempt, the professor still wasn’t pleased. “Incorrect. Ten more points from Gryffindor.” He hissed at your friend. Without giving him a second chance or even further explanation, he drew his attention from him…to you.

“Mr. Jasperson.” Shit. “Perhaps you may know better.” He called on you as he stood right above you. Your body stood frozen still. It was no way you remembered such thing word from word from the beginning of the year. Hell no. “So?” He impatiently spoke up after a minute of silence.

Like a saviour, a voice shouted from the room at Snape. “It is a branch of transfiguration that alters the physical state or being of an object, which is done by rearranging all of the molecules in the object. It takes them in from the environment around us and releases them into atmosphere when necessary. This also manipulates them to form the thing we desire.”

The moment this girl began to speak, Snape’s attention almost immediately snapped at her. She spoke quietly when his gaze was on her, but pushed through with her answer none the less. Your eyes ended up glued on her as well. Why would she do that? Despite her definition being more word from word memorised, it still didn’t seem to please him.

The professor only stared in tense silence for a few seconds when she finished. “Ten points from Hufflepuff. Both of you.” He stated firmly, his decision final. Everyone started to murmur again. But that ceased the moment he started walking around. No one dared to peep or even look up from their papers. You looked for a second longer at the girl before looking away.

Freedom at last. The moment this lesson finished, everyone booked it for the door, vanishing within a minute. You were quick as well, mostly to catch up to Andrew. Boy, was he fuming. He stormed out of there, heading for his house’s common room while cussing. You almost had to run to manage catching up to him.

“The bloody Hell does he think of himself? Twenty points for nothin’!” He complained. You quickly walked by his side. But soon enough, you gave up. There was no point of pursuing him. You watched at the bottom of the stairs as he basically ran up the steps.

Once he disappeared out of your view, you decided to make your way back to your own room. It wasn’t far anyway. You walked close to the wall, away from the ruckus and crowd formed in the middle of the hallway.

Thankfully, some elder students were going in before you, so you didn’t have to tap in the password. As you slipped in, your first stop was your room. You needed at least a short break. After placing your notes on your table a bit carelessly, you sat down on your bed.

Thoughts stormed through your mind once again. But the dominant emotion in them all was anger. Snape was awful, if not the worst of all the professors here. You were becoming certain there couldn’t be any worse teacher than him. Right?

Your thoughts were disturbed by your roommates. Both Frank and Tim walked in. Tim placed his notes neatly on his table, while Frank just tossed them there to the already concerningly big and chaotic pile, before flopping himself on the bed face first. No one was in the mood to talk.

You only watched Tim leave once again after he put away his notes. He was probably headed for lunch. Frank, on the other hand, seemed to have melted into the bed as he relaxed his muscles, making him flatten ever so slightly. You just shook your head a little, feeling amused from his need to rest any time he can.

After a minute of silence though, you decided to head out as well. As you left your room, you made your way down the stairs. But not without a company. “Hey, Philip!” Ben called out to you. Within a moment, he stood beside you. He must’ve seen you leave your room.

None the less, he greeted you with a smile. “How are you?” He asked to start a conversation. You just slightly nodded, your thoughts drawing away from Snape and towards the thought of Ben’s detention. “I’m…okay… What about you? Don’t you have detention?” You quizzed.

He paused before slowly nodding. “Yeah, just finished it last week. Pince isn’t really a good companion to talk with…but better than Filch, in my opinion.” Ben stated, snickering in the process. “Since I didn’t really join the fight, I got only a month. But that…girl… God, I hate her…” He muttered the last part nearly inaudibly, pure hatred dripping from his words towards the 3^rd year Slytherin girl that your brother hung around a lot.

This brought you to your next question. “Oh, um…you…said you don’t fancy cussing…right?” You asked warily, seeing as the boy eyed you curiously for a moment. “Yeahhh…why?” He shot you a wary question back. You didn’t know how to word it, but in a minute, you spoke up again.

“You, uh… You called her a bitch…back then…?” You yourself weren’t sure if you wanted to say it as a statement or as a question. But Ben understood none the less. He took a deep breath as he looked away from you. “I didn’t. But she is.” His voice was unusually firm and hateful. Something really serious must’ve happened between him and her if Ben nor Gerald want to talk about it. Maybe MT might tell you more though…

Ben then separated ways with you as you approached your table. He sat down at his respectful place. You watched him almost immediately change his attitude to his usual cheerful self as he spoke to his friends and housemates. You as well then seated yourself at your respectful place.

And as always, Stepan greeted you with a wide, greasy smile. “Hi.” He spoke up, though it was muffled with his mouth stuffed with food. You returned a small smile in greeting before reaching for your own portion of lunch. Despite you barely talking with Stepan outside of the Great Hall, you still felt like he was your trustworthy housemate. Someone who seemed to care for you and let you exchange a few words with each other over food. It was strange, but nice.

The chewing beside you stopped as the plump boy swallowed his mouthful in order to speak to you. “Snape was horrible today.” He stated, to which you nodded. “You tell me.” You mumbled before taking a bite from your meal. He continued talking. “I wonder why is he so mean… Maybe he’s…sad? Or lonely?”

Stepan started questioning the reason behind Snape’s bitterness. But as quickly as he proposed it, he dismissed it. With a simple shrug and a soft hum, the idea was out the window. He then continued to eat once more.

But this gave birth to another thought in your mind. Why was everyone so bitter and hateful towards each other here? It’s to be expected from a ‘school of warcraft and wizardry’ but it just felt so unnecessary none the less. There’s strength in numbers, and by constantly dividing students into smaller groups only makes the possible cooperation harder to achieve. Conflicts like these are just…pointless. But that was an issue to deal with another time. Now, your thoughts shifted once more. You wondered what you’ll do this afternoon with Klarion, and maybe Andrew as well…

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“Where is Andrew?” Your Russian friend asked. The two of you were waiting in the library. Given the time you had already spent together, there was an agreed spot very few students usually stopped by. Any time you wanted to meet up, this was one of the “usual spots”; the other ones being the Great Hall and Green houses. On occasion, you’d be waiting by each other’s common rooms, but that was very rare.

It’s been now around twenty minutes since the time you had decided to meet up. Andrew was hardly-ever late. This only made you that more concerned. Yet neither of you knew where he could be. “I think we should go look for him…” You stated quietly, the tension from Andrew’s absence increasing every passing minute.

Klarion nodded as the both of you stood up from the table. Your next destination was the Gryffindor common room. Maybe someone there will tell you where the golden-haired boy was. On your way there though, you had finally bumped into him. He was running the direction of library.

As you met, he didn’t get to stop on time and nearly tackled Klarion to the floor. The Russian boy managed to catch him self on the wall. Unlike your Aussie friend, who dropped down with a thud. You didn’t waste much time as you helped him back up on his feet.

Adrew thanked you before looking at Klarion. “Sorry, mate. You alright?” He asked. Klarion nodded as he fixed his robes a little. “Yes. Where were you?” He wasted no time to ask the most important question right now.

The Gryffindor paused for a bit, then looked down for a moment. “Nowhere…” He muttered. Oh boy, he did something. And by the sound of it, it wasn’t small either. Both you and Klarion gave him a look, to which he shortly gave in. “Fine! I was with another Gryffindor. He doesn’t fancy Snape either, so we thought of something.” He admitted. His voice was hushed though, so others won’t hear it.

Your eyes widened in shock as you both stared at the boy before you. “For when?” You asked in disbelief. At least you wanted to know when is this ‘something’ supposed to happen.

Andrew reluctantly answered. “Halloween…” He muttered out. It wasn’t too far away… Hell, that was in around two weeks now. You were partially worried. Not just about the thing, but also for your friend. Yet you knew that if you were given a change, you’d most likely do something to the professor too. Only time will now tell what was planned for Snape or who it was planned with…

Days went by. The nearing end of October made everyone that more excited with each passing day. Many students, mostly muggles, went ahead to spread the Halloween atmosphere around the school. The less days remained until the 31^st October, the more decorations and aesthetic changes were visible around the school.

Despite Klarion never really seeming to get in touch with such event before, his other Ravenclaw classmates were more than happy to introduce this whole thing to him. And, honestly, no one was safe during these times. Even a handful of Slytherins went ahead and celebrated it. No matter how much their other housemates protested against it.

You weren’t really used to this either. Your father just despised even the idea of celebrating such ‘silly muggle nonsense’. But he never really clarified why. Neither was your mother into such things. She may have occasionally treated some dressed up children a piece of candy during the Halloween day, but that was all that you’ve seen.

But an event as big, if not bigger than this, was to occur. On one of the weekends near Halloween, the older students, being second semester of 4^th year and above, could stop by and spent some time in the Hogwarts school or even to visit Hogsmeade.

It was quite exciting for everyone. Some people actually had their relatives there, so it was somewhat counted on the fact that they’ll reunite for the weekend. Yet one strict rule was set – older students can come here, but younger students mustn’t go there. And, of course, Filch was assigned to keep an eye on that.

It was now just a little over a week before Halloween and the school itself felt like shifting its own atmosphere to match the one already hanging in the air. None of your roommates seemed too bothered with it though. Neither Stepan appeared to be extra invested into this whole Halloween thing. But Andrew and Klarion looked quite excited for it.

Although Klarion was just getting the hang of it as of understanding the whole thing, Andrew was already wearing a witch hat wherever he could and a pumpkin-shaped pin on his robe. It looked almost ridiculous whenever he acted so proud of it.

“I still don’t find it fair that that wanker has to find an excuse for points to take from everyone.” Andrew complained as the three of you walked down yet another corridor, this time not exploring as much as simply killing your free afternoon.

It was a silence of agreement for a moment before your Russian friend spoke up. “The only ones who do not get so many points taken away are Slytherin.” He corrected the Aussie, to which he received a reluctant nod. “Those bloody snakes.” He hissed under his breath. “He’s not even their bloody house teacher!” His voice raised once again in protest.

All of you neared yet another corner. Thankfully, it was just in the middle of a lesson right now so the corridors weren’t as crowded as they usually were. But that didn’t mean someone wouldn’t be lurking by…

You all stopped as you heard a mocking laughter, sounding from a group of young students. “Dirty Dave! Dirty Dave!” They chanted. It was followed by a pair of footsteps running towards your direction. As the person turned corner, they didn’t notice you on time and accidentally bumped into you in rather high speed. It made you both fall.

Your friends were quick to react, lifting both you and the kid up. You and Andrew seemed to have recognized the boy. It was that one Gryffindor that has failed his first landing. Did he really receive a nickname over such stupid thing?

He was sobbing as tears poured down his cheeks. As you got back to your feet, he was mumbling apologies to you, but it was rather hard to understand him. Andrew put his hand on the boy’s shoulder, gently squeezing to get his full attention.

“Oi, Dave. What happened?” He questioned. It seemed the Aussie didn’t want to pick on the other Gryffindor like those kids did…despite none of you really knowing from what house they were. It didn’t really matter anyway. Their behaviour was quite unacceptable, no matter the house.

Klarion handed him a handkerchief from his pocket. Dave thanked him in mumbles as he wiped his tears before blowing his nose into it. When he felt calmer, he spoke. “Th-They are still calling me th-that name…” He hiccupped, but this time it was more understandable.

You slightly shook your head. “Why?” This thought was said out loud, which you really didn’t plan. Tears grew in the boy’s eyes again. “I-I don’t know…” He mumbled as he struggled not to cry again.

Klarion gently patted his back, as if to try and reassure him. “Do you want to stay with us?” He asked. Having a fourth person in your small group might not be too bad of an idea. Let alone when he’s being picked on. You partially understood his situation, so you nodded to the Ravenclaw’s proposal. “Sure.” Your answer was sealed by Andrew’s approving nod.

Dave looked at you all with hopeful expression, but it was only momentary before it changed to worried one. “But…what i-if they pick on you, too?” He spoke a bit clearer now, only a last small hiccup escaping.

The Aussie waved it off. “They can bloody try, mate.” His confident words seemed to reassure the scared boy, at least a little. With a small smile growing on Dave’s face, he felt a bit more relaxed now. There were no more tears or sobs.

All of you had decided to set off the other direction, away from where the kids made fun of Dave. Klarion had the great idea of exploring the school once again, but now with your new companion. The other Gryffindor probably still didn’t know this place as throughout as the three of you did. Even though there was way more to be yet discovered by you, it was still, in your opinion, quite a lot of spots others seldom went to. Maybe you’ll eventually find a good spot for the now four of you to hang out, away from the school’s usual ruckus…

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All four of you walked side by side. You went right beside Dave along with Andew, while Klarion stood by your other side. It took some time for the boy to calm down entirely, but after a few more turns and passed corridors of upper floors, his mind has shifted into observing what was around him. He almost looked like he was in here for the first time as he looked around in awe.

No words were spoken on your walk. The dinner was nearing, so this was a good time-killer for the otherwise free afternoon. You looked over at Dave. He still seemed uncertain but less stressed at the same time. It reminded you of your own situation. Your brother was still mad at the fact you weren’t a Slytherin. He let you know every time you happened to come across each other at school.

Let alone those two he always hung around with. And speaking of older students, it’s been a while since you’ve spoken to Gerald or MT. It might be a good idea to talk to them again. Maybe even figure out what happened to Ben; if others didn’t tell you, then MT might.

A nudge of an elbow shook you from your thoughts. Your attention shifted to Klarion, who looked at you with a smile. “Are you thinking of something, friend?” He asked you kindly, as if he was worried something was bothering you.

You nodded slightly, returning the smile. “Yeah.” It was enough of an answer for the Ravenclaw boy. Soon, you turned towards the staircase as you made your way down the stairs. Andrew, as always, decided to skip a few steps and jump right down. A loud thud sounded from that, echoing through the mostly empty hallways.

Klarion chuckled and followed suit, just with less steps. His fall wasn’t as loud, but killed the silence none the less. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Your friends quickly made their way down the next flight, repeating the same process of jumping down a few steps. But the third time they had done it as they reached the lower floor, someone’s attention was already on them.

“HEY! STOP RIGHT THERE, MAGGOTS!” A man’s strong voice shouted towards your friends. Shit. They quickly turned back and dashed up the stairs with all the speed and agility they could gather in that second.

You knew well who it was, and there was no way in Hell or Heaven you’ll try facing him again. There won’t be Merasmus to save you this time again. You quickly turned and dashed upstairs as well. Instinctively, you grabbed Dave’s arm to pull him upstairs with you. He understood quickly, thankfully. All four of you booked it for upstairs again.

Filch, being taller than you lot, skipped steps with ease, gaining some advantage while taking it away from you. Upstairs, you separated. Klarion and Andrew ran the opposite direction than you and Dave did. To your luck, there was a supply closet right around the following corner that you could try hiding in.

The man’s heavy army boots stomped up the stairs and towards your direction. Shit. As soon as you had reached the closet, you swung the door open and pushed Dave in, who was thankfully right behind you. Then you jumped in as well. The door shut quickly yet carefully so it doesn’t alert Filch any further.

Both of you held your breath while you instinctively held the door shut. The heavy boots quickly passed right by your hiding spot and yet another corner than was nearby. A minute of silence followed. God, of stupid of you to not realize how close you were to Filch’s patrolling area…

It was dark in the closet. Incredibly. Dave very carefully pulled out his wand and whispered in a very hushed tone of voice. “Lumos.” As he said so, the tip of his wand lit up. It was a weak light, but enough to see at least each other.

You two shared a look. A mixture of fear and tension were mostly present on both of your expressions. Dave has probably never had such encounter before, let alone with Filch. So it was understandable that he looked a bit more scared than you.

Another minute in silence has passed. Maybe the coast was clear? Your hand slowly and cautiously let go of the handle. Dave’s wand was enough to let you see where to crouch. But even after looking through the keyhole, you saw no one around.

Upon this confirmation, you stood back up and looked at Dave. “Are you okay?” You asked in a whisper. He gave you a silent nod, which was enough of an answer for you. You reached your hand out to the handle once again. The Gryffindor boy understood and whispered yet another incantation. “Nox.” And as he said so with the correct movement, his wand extinguished its light.

The door very slowly opened as the both of you peeked outside. The coast seemed clear. This was your opportunity to try and get to your respectful common rooms. He shouldn’t get you there. Within a moment, you stepped out while Dave closed the door behind you two.

You moved as quietly as you humanly could, sneaking towards the next closest path to the common room. But instead of going on your own, you followed Dave. Your instincts made you stay around someone and not be dumb to go alone. He didn’t seem to realise it as well. But, there’s safety in numbers, mostly now.

As you were nearing your destination, you slowly grew more careless. It was so close and you hadn’t seen Filch since the chase. But after the last corner to the Gryffindor common room, your path was blocked. “Heya.” The person spoke in masculine voice. It scared you both as you squeaked, ready to run in case it was the helmeted man.

But thankfully, it was a familiar face. At least to you. MT greeted you with a held back laugher. “God, am I that scary?” He quizzed with an amused tone to his voice. You and Dave composed yourselves after the older Gryffindor almost scared the Hell out of you two.

You shook your head, looking up at the boy before you. “N-No. Sorry.” You said slowly, almost carefully. Thankfully, instead of an awkward silence taking place, this 3^rd year was quick to speak up. “Let me guess – running from Filch?” His question made you worry. How did he know?

But before you could answer, he spoke again. “He told me to keep an eye out for you, kids.” This information slightly startled you both. As he saw the concern flash across your expressions, he just couldn’t help but laugh. “But I won’t snitch on ya.” He added once his laughter died down a bit.

That was relieving. He stepped back while still giggling to himself, letting Dave book it for his common room. You were about to follow when the realization finally hit you – this wasn’t where you were supposed to be. You murmured a quiet cuss under your breath. You had to go back, and potentially risk being seen by Filch, if he’s still patrolling.

MT took a notice of your reaction and placed his palm on your shoulder to get your attention. “You know that you can go up and find another floor to decent from, right? He shouldn’t be there.” He told you. This was…actually a useful tip. Despite taking the longer route, it was still a bit safer.

You nodded, heading upstairs as he let you go. Upon reaching another floor, yet another thought hit you like a truck. You quickly turned and made your way back to MT, but he was already gone. You’ve missed yet another opportunity to ask about Ben. It looks like it’d have to wait a little bit longer.

As you passed through the familiar halls, you eventually managed to find yet another staircase that led down closer to library. You should be safer to leave there. Upon stepping down the last step, you looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Then you booked it for your room. The Great Hall wasn’t far from here, so neither was the Hufflepuff common room.

You quickly tapped the melody on barrels before entering. Although some students eyed you as you quickly walked to your room, it wasn’t something to be bothered by now. Only once you stood in your room behind the closed doors you felt safe. You let the tension fall off of your shoulders, allowing yourself to relax after those several stressful minutes.

As expected, Tim was nowhere around while Frank softly snored away on his bed. His shoes were carelessly kicked off beside the bed. You sighed softly, still amazed at how does your roommate manage to sleep so often.

You quietly made your way to your own bed, carefully sitting on it before laying down with your feet still over the edge. You stared at the ceiling, thinking of today’s events. Hopefully, Filch won’t wait for you outside or before the Great Hall. Did even Klarion and Andrew make it out alright or were they caught?

If you don’t see then at their tables, you’ll know they’re done for. Filch then must’ve caught them… And hopefully Dave doesn’t avoid your group after this rather wild event. He looked quite shaken when he was leaving. If he thinks that this is daily occurrence, then you don’t know if he would start avoiding you for his own safety.

Your thoughts were, as always, disrupted by your third roommate. Tim opened the door, stopping dead in his track. He looked surprised to see you here as well. You shared a rather awkward look for a few seconds. His eyes then shifted to break this moment. But admittedly, his hair has grown quite a bit since the start of the year. It was fuzzier compared to the extremely short buzzcut he had before.

You sat up, watching as he walked over to his table to fix some of his notes up. You got up, which caught his attention. He turned to face you. Another moment of silence followed before he rather quietly spoke up. “Where do you spend so much time during afternoons? I barely see you here.” He finally asked.

He didn’t sound as cheerful as you knew him. Instead, as if he was feeling…disappointed? Sad, perhaps. Wasn’t he hanging out with others? Where was he the whole day? But you didn’t dare to ask. Not yet. Instead, you thought of your answer.

“I’m…with my friends…” Your tone was wary. This answer seemed to have peeked Tim’s interest. “Oh, cool. Can I meet them?” He quizzed, his cheerful and energetic spirit slowly returning to his tone once again. With a hesitant nod, you spoke again. “I suppose…?” You muttered, watching Tim’s reaction.

He thought about it for a moment before nodding and thus agreeing to your offer. “Cool! How about tomorrow?” He smiled with those words. There goes the Tim you know. In response, you slowly nodded. It would feel wrong to just leave him behind as well… But with this comes another thing. There’s already four of you. Isn’t five going to be too much in a group? If he even decides to hang out with you, that is. And won’t Klarion feel too pushed away with him being the only "BLU"?

You probably should’ve asked them beforehand, but now was too late. The offer was already out and agreed to. But it might also end up well… It was hard to say so. As of now, you decided to leave your room. Dinner time was approaching. And your group having yet another person in it was seemingly approaching as well.