My contribution to the "Challenge on Infinite Earths" on tumblr. It's a 30-day-challenge, where my three chosen characters - Solona Amell, Alistair Theirin, and Kit Averill - get placed in thirty different scenarios and alternate universes. In my canon universe, they meet at Ostagar, and stick together past the fateful battle. My favorite fellow author hot elf suggested I give this a try, and I'm finally getting around to it!

Now, will this be updated every day? Realistically, and unfortunately, no.

Will there be more than thirty challenges? Oh yes. For sure.

Watch for incoming cameos, and as always, enjoy!

Day 1: Hogwarts

A lone figure stepped into the darkened room in Gryffindor tower. The late hour called for soft lighting, the gentle icy blue glow illuminating a few feet before Solona. She knew she didn't need to worry about being discovered in here; her friend was the only one asleep in the room, her brusque past and prickly personality more than hinting at hard-to-ease prejudices, especially among Gryffindor ranks. Still, it wasn't wise to disturb sleeping dragons, at least not without good reason... which Solona definitely had. "Kit..."

"Mmmmm..." The young girl in question mumbled her sleepy reply, her feet shifting gently under her scarlet quilt. When one foot was grasped and gently shaken, this worked further on rousing her, rising to her elbows with a sharp breath. "'m up... I was studyin'..."

Solona barely restrained her giggle at her obviously exhausted friend. With upcoming N.E.W.T.'s to study for, as well as what had to be personal motivation, Kit had all but thrown herself into her schoolwork lately. It had equally stressed and exhausted her, but there was one sure thing to ease her worries, and let off some pressure. "Come on," she whispered, shaking Kit's foot again. "Alistair and Daveth are waiting for us... Don't tell me you forgot."

Kit worked on blinking the sleep from her eyes, her mind slowly tumbling back into order. She had to have gotten a few hours of sleep at the most, notes from Advanced Herbology and Divination swirling together into a blur- With a gasp, she bolted upright, scrambling into her street clothes. It was forecast to be slightly colder outside, but she wanted to stay nimble, and knew she would be warmed up soon enough.

It was half past midnight, and the fifth Night Quidditch match of the year was soon to begin.

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"You haven't told her, have you."

Alistair sighed, nervously rubbing the back of his neck, and almost hating that Daveth could read him so well. Though he couldn't be surprised at this point, not when his crush was walking a few paces ahead of them, her head bent towards Kit's as they laughed about something. "This isn't exactly easy for me, you know," he protested.

"If it were Kit, I would agree with you- to a point," Daveth added, interrupting Alistair's reply. "But this is Solona. Easiest person for you to talk to, someone you share classes with, someone who obviously likes you back-"

"Except that being near her now, I feel as if my head's about to explode, and I can't think straight!"

Both young men paused as Kit and Solona glanced back at them, long enough for Daveth to catch the calculating glance in Kit's eye. "Merlin's beard. Could you be any louder." Adjusting his emerald scarf against a cool breeze, he spoke again. Thinking on his feet was always a strong suit of his, after all. "Would it help... if something was set up for you? Distraction free, nice and secluded, something to get the ball rolling?"

"... what ball?"

"... No, Muggle expression, to get things started for you."

"Oh. Well... She's a smart girl, obviously," Alistair protested, gesturing to her jacket, a Ravenclaw emblem stitched on the back. "She'll know that something is happening, don't you think?"

"Would that necessarily be a bad thing?" Daveth questioned.

Leaving his friend to his thoughts, Daveth led the way into the Quidditch field, already spotting members of all four houses with brooms in hand. In addition to the house pride, and the late hour, enchanted house color lights glowed from the ends of their broomsticks. Excited chatter had already spread while the teams were being formed: Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, versus Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Alistair stepped up next to Daveth, his broom already sporting a golden glow. "At least I can focus on something that makes sense," Alistair stated. "Ready?"

Daveth watched as Kit's eyes narrowed in a playful challenge. Feeling a grin start to form, he replied, "Definitely."