Noah: Planning mischief.Mature

As I walked through the huge doors leading to the great hall, a small first year rushed past me. Her head was bent down, and she was blushing deeply. Noticing the logo of the eagle on her jumper, I realised she was in my house. 

A dark headed Slytherin followed after her, tormenting her on her parentage. He left her, to go to his own table, and she looked really upset. 

"Hey." I said, walking up to her. "Forget him. It's actually cooler now to have muggles for parents than being a pure blood." I smiled, but she didn't respond back. She looked close to tears.

"Yeah? It's all right for you to say that, you don't know what it's like." She said, looking down. 

"You're not the only muggle born here, both my parents are muggles too." I told her. She looked up at me, surprised. 

"Ignore the comments. I got them in my first year too. Just show people that you're a witch for a reason and they'll soon forget your heritage." 

She looked up and smiled. I waved my goodbyes, and left her to find the twins. I soon found them, and noticed Trevor sat with them too. He didn't look too happy.

"Hey, what's up with you?" I asked, as I sat down next to him. He muttered something under his breath. 

"He didn't get on the team." Ronan said, rather gleefully. 

"They said first years could probably fly better than him." Rudolf carried on.


"While under the Jelly-legs Jinx." 

Trevor looked up, angrily. "Okay, okay. We don't need to hear it all again." 

I patted him on the back, sympathetically. "Never mind, ey? Always next year." 

He grunted. "I'm going to the common room. See you later." 

He stood up, and skulked off out of the great hall. I turned to the twins just as they burst out laughing. 

"You should have heard what Jenkins was saying." Ronan said, "The most funniest thing he had ever seen, he said."

Jenkins was the Ravenclaw's Quidditch captain. I felt sorry for Trevor. Why he had even considered trying out, I'd never know. I still remembered our first flying lesson in the first year. He'd shot straight in the air as soon as he climbed on his broom, spun around for a few seconds and then had fell to the ground, breaking his wrist. Flying was not his strong point.

 "Apparently, they are still looking for chasers. No one was up to scratch." Rudolf said to me. "First match is in a few weeks as well, against Hufflepuff." 

"We should try out, for a laugh." Ronan said, suddenly. I raised my eyebrows. We'd always took the mic out of the Quidditch teams, for thinking they were so superior. 

"Just after I go jump into the lake and demand the squid to drown me." Rudolf scoffed, and I nodded in agreement.

"Why would we ever want to be apart of that?" I asked, shaking my head. 

"No, I never said take it serious." Ronan said, "Just go to mess up, take the mic a little. Could be fun." 

I tilted my head. "When's try outs?" 

"This weekend, Jenkins said." Rudolf said, still shaking his head. "But I'd rather not embarrass myself."

Ronan laughed. "Scared, Rudy?" 

"Like I'm going to fall for that, Rone." Rudolf spat back, rolling his eyes.

"We wouldn't embarrass ourselves." I said after a few seconds. "We can all fly pretty well, unlike Trevor. I suppose it could be fun to go and wind them up a little."

Ronan grinned, and high-fived me. 

"We'll mess it up, big time!" He said, laughing. I laughed along with him. 

"Come on Rudy! Don't be a bore!" Ronan said, slapping him on his back. Rudolf rolled his eyes again and sighed.

"I'm going to regret this. We'll only get into trouble or something." He said. 

"All part of the fun." I said, with a wink.

The End

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