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PROLOGUE
If Kurt Hummel had to chose one day to be his worst, this would be it. Empathis on the word worst.
In the space of eight hours he'd managed to; be late for the Hogwarts train; leave half his luggage for the first and last time with Finn; threatened his step-brother that if their bags ended up in Kazakstan that's where his head would be next; get his robes singed – twice – as a result of Crooks and Twix games in a brief yet intense meet and greet. And if that wasn't enough, Finn had managed to take his lunch money. And he was bloody starving.
Being a Syltherin, people assumed he wanted a lot of things – and he did. He wanted to be a famous wizard up on the Rhodel Theather stage, he wanted to visit his family more often, he wanted Finn to chew then swallow his food, he wanted a new parchment set but with his family debt in hospital bills it seemed unlikely. So, yes, sue him. He wanted a lot of things. But the thing he wanted most? The thing that was clawing a his soul and threatened to overfill if it wasn't answered soon? Some blimming food.
He'd thrown his bag with the rest of the students, not for the first time not caring in the least how it was handled. Filchs' grubby hands would haul them away soon, up to their split dorms and towers. In that sense he was glad he was a Syltherin, since Filch usually rummaged through the bags that belonged to other houses. Just in case there was something interesting in there. Or dangerous. Mainly shiny and interesting things though.
As soon as the bag hit the pile, Kurt paused and gave a small clap in celebration. He'd perfected that arch and it hit squarely in the middle of the green pile of bags. As the massive bell rang, he spun on the spot and grinned. Dinner time! Running down the stairs two at a time, he adjusted his collar of his ironed and neatly pressed shirt before hopping nervously as the stairs shifted. Rolling his eyes at several delighted gasps of the first years, he barrelled past them as soon as the stairs welded into place, that karma would probably come back and bite him on the ass if he wasn't careful but he – and his stomach – couldn't bring themselves to care at that moment.
Heading straight for Finn, he briefly wondered how a lumbering giant like him could find clothes that actually fit. Well, that was the magic of Hogwarts he supposed. Even if you don't think it'll fit or make sense, it does. That was one thing he loved about this ol' school. Full of surprises.
Before dinner, he raced to the first floor bathrooms. Shaking his hands dry on a paper towel, he aimed to make himself look presentable as he stepped out into the hallway. Which was eerily empty. Crap! How late am I? Glancing up and down the hallway, he made his way steadily back towards the hall. Pushing the closed door open, he gulped when he realised that the messages had already started. But not registering the words or who was speaking, he licked his lips and slid into the nearest available seat at the Sylthering table.
Licking his dry lips, Kurt wished painfully that the food would just arrive already. Rubbing his cool hands together in both anticipation and to warm them up in the cool hall, he waited impatiently for the messages to be over and the feast to begin. Looking at his watch, he counted down the seconds as he always did. 5 – oh that delicious pie was soon to come! - 4 – really he should be watching his calories – 3 – but right now he didn't care in the slightest – 2 – he picked up the fork with anticipation – 1 – if he got his timing down right – NOW! Grinning, he stabbed into his plate fully expecting a meal before him. . . yet, nothing. Like literally nothing. The sound of the fork dropping onto his plate rattled around the silent room. What was going on?
Looking up for the first time, he realised that even though a few were looking over at him, most were staring aghast as a pink lady – from the Ministy of Magic as he'd told Finn - finished off her seemingly never-ending speech. " That's right children!" Came the high pitched voice, bounding back to her from across the stricken room. " For the first time in fifty-four years, due to the immense number of first years, Hogwarts will be splitting up each house." Outraged gasps sounded from across the whole hall, Kurt included, making the Pink Lady grimace and snap into the speaker - " SILENCE. As I was saying, one member of Hufflepuff, Sylthering, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw will be sharing the same dorm room. We're terribly sorry for any inconvenience but, it will be a great bonding experience for all of you! "
Utter silence.
So that's what Karma was.