Let's get something straight, I'm a Hufflepuff. Okay, maybe I'm lazier than your average Hufflepuff.

"What the bloody hell is your problem Evergreen?"

"Look, I don't know if you're fearless or used to people saving you."

"Well, you came to me rescue, didn't you?"

"I'm seeing you way more than I need to lately."


"The feeling is mutual."

“So you’re admitting to this morning’s event?” he asked. I frowned instantly at him.


“No, I’m apologizing for stripping in public. I have nothing to do with the other events. Do you think I’m capable of doing something like that?”


“Yes.” Well, that’s a bit unexpectedly blunt.

I am so done with this. My family is just confusing.

“I was curious.”


“Why were you curious when you’re not particularly close with either of them? It seems unlike you to listen in on a private conversation. Actually it’s rare for you to participate in conversation.”

“I just have a feeling that there’s an evil master mind hidden inside him. After all, he’s part Weasley.”


“I’m part Weasley.”


“You see my point then?”

Now remember be yourself and be nice to everyone,” Dom said. Her hands were placed reassuringly on my shoulders. It was the day before Christmas and everyone was headed to her grandmother’s house for a night of whatever it is they plan on doing.


“I regret to inform you that those two events are mutually exclusive,” I replied.

“I told you not to…” James trailed off.


“James Sirius Potter, your mother taught you better than to stare,” Harry scolded.

“What are you doing?” I asked. My voice was slightly strained from the weight of his body pressed to mine.


“I’m hugging you horizontally because we both know that you’re too lazy to get up and actually hug me.”


Okay so that’s true, but still.

“How does it feel to be told that you can’t mix with others not your kind,” I read. “All purebloods will fall victim in due time.”


What the hell is with people and rhyming? The letter would have been a lot more threatening if they just literally said that they were going to kill all purebloods. Right now, they just sound like a bunch of wannabe children’s book authors.

“Do you want to start or should I?” Dom said, turning to Aiden.


“Let’s tag team this,” Aiden replied. “I’ll start. What the bloody hell were you thinking?”


I blinked at the sudden firm tone that Aiden had taken. He was in full out dad mode. His eyes were narrowed and there was a disapproving frown across his face.


“No, I tell you what you were thinking,” Dom cut in. “Nothing. You were thinking about nothing!”

“Right then,” Trenton said giving me a nod of his head. “Greene, you’re not that bad. Just know that half the world probably wishes you weren’t breathing right now.”


“At this point in time I don’t have enough energy to care about that. I’m just going to keep breathing.”

“For a Gryffindor, you sure are cowardly,” I stated. The words lacked force, but the they were dripping with venom.

“Says the Hufflepuff who wasn’t loyal,” he snapped.

“He’s also the most valuable player,” Brett stated. “Fresh out from the minors. Chase the chaser.”

“That’s slightly unfortunate,” I commented.

They both gave me an offended look. In a place outside of Hogwarts and its competitive atmosphere I have a feeling that the two of them would have been very good friends.

“The name not all the awards that he’s gotten.”

A few extra scenes throughout the years of Carrie and company at Hogwarts.