Two little boys made fast friends on a train ride to their first year of school at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. One was a pureblood and the other a halfblood who'd been raised by a very young muggle mother. He'd never known his wizard father and had been the result of a sloppy one night stand. No one knew who the boy's father was but his mother did go off on a tangent about how some people were just so dishonest and those 'parlor' tricks that boy showed her all those years ago to impress her probably weren't parlor tricks at all. Too bad she couldn't even remember the guy's name. Well, at least she'd gotten a beautiful little boy out of it.
Needless to say, little Mikey had quite a bit to catch up on before his first year. The two boys had lots to talk about, each asking the other about a hundred questions about their life before. Malicai seemed particularly interested in what it had been like growing up with just his mother around. Michael explained about the tiny flat he and his mom shared just outside of London Malicai was impressed and next asked him all about muggle school-he had gone to one, hadn't he?
They rode in the same boat across the lake, chatting the whole time. They chatted in line for the sorting when they were told not to and chatted even more after they'd both been placed in Ravenclaw. They stayed quiet for the headmistresses speech and then immediately started chatting again-this time to a girl in her second year about what to expect in class. The chatted and giggled all the way up to their dormitories and that was when-
"What are those?" Malicai pointed to the strange creatures patterned on to Michael's sheets. The sandy haired boy looks down at the familiar sheets and then back up at his friend before just grinning broadly.
"Oh! Those are dinosaurs! I saw this really cool movie about them and ever since they're all I ever think about. I've already told Mum I want to be a palaeontologist when I grow up." He said excitedly.
"Palaeon-what?" Malicai had to ask, poking experimentally at the other's sheets as he dared to get closer. Those sure looked like some sharp teeth. "Do they move at all?
"Palaeontologist-They dig for dinosaurs." He explained proudly, smoothing his sheets out a bit more. "And no, you won't want them to either-they're carnivores. They'd eat you!"
Malicai grimaced and looked at Michael as thought he'd just realised he was insane. "And you want to dig them up?! I think you should just leave them in the ground." He eyed the sheets suspiciously.
"Oh don't worry, they're long since dead." Michael couldn't help but laugh at the look on his new friend's face. "Have been for millions of years!"
Malicai seemed content with that but still eyed the sheets warily. "They kind of look like dragons-do they breathe fire?"
"No. I mean, not that I know of." Michael shook his head. And after that neither boy managed much sleep. They were both far too excited about the year to come but most of their conversation that night had been about dinosaurs. And they chattered and giggled until well into the morning.