/ This is the first part of my Wizard!Warblers mini-saga thing, so I hope you enjoy. Feedback will be most appreciated
It was a late March afternoon in the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and most of the seventh year students had free time to revise for their NEWT examinations. There were a select few sixth year students that had study periods for NEWT examinations, because they had Advanced classes with the seventh years, and Thad Thomas was one of the 'select few' that Professor McGonagall had selected, for this 'privilege' as she called it.
Thad Thomas was the sixth year Ravenclaw Prefect. He played Chaser and was also the Captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, since their previous captain Sean Wood, and injured himself in the match against Hufflepuff at the beginning of the season, and couldn't take to the air as he had developed a fear of flying after a rather nasty incident with the Whomping Willow.
Furthermore Thad ran study groups for younger students in Defence and Transfiguration, as he hoped to teach in the future, purely as he had developed an unhealthy attachment to the Hogwarts Library in his first year and frankly couldn't imagine living without such a wonder of magic, and fountain of knowledge.
Thad's parents both worked for the Ministry, his father in the department of International Magical Cooperation, and his mother in the Improper Use of Magic Office, so when the summer break came around, Thad and his sister often had the days to themselves.
It wasn't until Thad joined the 'Warblers' in preparation for the Summer Ball that Hogwarts was hosting that year with Beuxbatons and Durmstrang that his world really became more colourful.
The warblers were made of a mix of fifth and sixth year students that had shown an interest in music, when studying Muggle culture during Muggle studies class. There were five other students from Ravenclaw with Thad, Nick Emerson, Nathan White, Blaine Anderson, Luke Buchanan and Kurt Hummel. There were several students from Gryffindor, Wes Montgomery and David Baxter who were both sixth year students, Jeff St Clair, Jordan Resch, and Charles Donovan, as well as Flint Wilson, Trent Moore, Dane Remington, and Charlie Slade from Hufflepuff.
Professor Flitwick had elected Wes, David and Thad as 'council members' so that they could over see the practises when he wasn't around, and as Wes and Thad had Muggle relatives it was up to them to write and compose the sheet music, although granted this was much easier with magic than hand scribing it.
"Look Wes" Thad sighed, as he summoned a stack of music towards him, "I think we'll be fine for the summer ball, "I don't know what on earth your problem is today, but honestly, calm down."
"Look Thomas," Wes replied flicking his wand at another pile of music and causing it to scatter across the floor. "Oh bugger."
"Wes," Thad said, looking at the Gryffindor as he tidied up the papers that had scattered the floor. "Are you going to tell me what's up or am I going to have to body bind you until you tire of being a sullen git?"
"We have practise in fifteen minutes, and David is no where to be seen, " Wes said, his oice raising with hysteria, "I have a mock Defence exam on Monday and I still can't focus enough to cast a corporeal patronus, and I'm just so…." He flailed his arms in the air in attempt to put his feelings into words.
"Stressed?" Thad offered before Wes hit him with his wand, "Ow!"
Wes smirked before hitting Thad with a stinging hex, "Serves you right."
"God Gryffindor's are mean," Thad complained, rubbing his thigh. "Brutish Lions."
"And here's me thinking the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain would be able to take a little stinging hex?" Wes teased.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Thad said before Wes keeled over his arms plastered to his sides. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
"What has he done now?" David laughed has he walked into the room, "It usually takes you at least half an hour before you get fed up and cast something on him," he grinned at Wes' still form. "Usually its only a silencing charm though."
"Drastic times call for drastic measures," Thad shrugged, "I'll let him out of it when I feel like it."
Wes glared at the pair of them, as if to say "You're so dead."
"What's that Wesley?" David said with a feral grin, "I can't quite hear you."
Their small torture of Wes was interrupted by the arrival of their fellow Warblers, "Hey guys!" greeted Thad, "Wes will be joining us later."
"Isn't that him there?" Dane asked, looking at the body at Thad's feet, "You haven't killed him have you?"
Thad shot him a look, "Are you kidding me?"
"Dane you really do say the most stupid things." Flint laughed, coming into the room and hugging Thad, "Hey."
Flint had always been more affectionate with Thad that the other Warblers, "Hey yourself." Thad replied, hugging him back. "How was Charms?"
Flint blushed softly. "Erm," he mumbled, "It was a bit of a disaster."
It was at that moment Jeff bounced through the door, giggling like a madman causing everyone to look at him. "I kind of over did it with Cheering Charms." Explained Flint.
"And then he hit me with Colovaria."Nick huffed, as he entered the room, his usual raven hair now a fetching shade of magenta.
"Very stylish." Thad commented, winking at Flint who blushed again. "Do you want me to help you with Cheering Charms later?"
Flint nodded enthusiastically, "Yes please." He grinned, "I kind of need the help." He mumbled quietly.
Thad squeezed his arm slightly, "Hey," he smiled reassuringly, "After I worked with you on your transfiguration project last month, Professor McGonagall has said you're excellent." Flint blushed at his complement. "What did professor Flitwick say about Jeff's over-cheery disposition Anderson?" He asked as Blaine walked into the room.
"He said that it should wear off shortly." Blaine smiled in response. "He offered to change Nick's hair back, but we all suggested that he should keep it."
"I hate you Anderson." Nick mumbled, "Thad have we got Quidditch practice later?"
"Yeah," Thad returned, "Flying drills I think are necessary," he frowned, "We need to work on your defensive tactics, rather than the offensive." He shrugged. "But that's after we get this rendition of Pokerface sorted."
"We're doing Gaga?" Kurt asked excitedly, the slim fifth year entering the room, his robes billowing behind him, as usual his school uniform tailored in slightly. And impeccably put together. "For a muggle, she's fairly amazing."
"Some people think she is a witch," Luke interjected, following behind Kurt, "She's too different for a muggle."
"You Ravenclaw's, and your crackpot theories." Charlie laughed, as he and Trent joined the group, "Gaga isn't a witch," he said. "She's just a crazy muggle."
"I think she might be a witch." Nathan replied hitting him with the book he had in his hand, "And I resent the fact that Ravenclaws have crackpot theories," he frowned, "When a Ravenclaw has a theory, nine times out of ten they are always correct."
"We do live in libraries." shrugged Thad, "Is anyone missing?" he asked David.
"Just Charles, " he returned as the final warbler walked through the door, "Now we've got everyone. Shall I release Wesley?" he grinned.
"Nah." Thad laughed, "Let him stew. Right boys," he addressed the crowd. "Have you all got your sheet music?" the group nodded. "Then we'll begin!"
/ What do you think?