The first two weeks of school went by amazingly for the three (sort of) new friends.
The group spent every possible moment together, only splitting up for the occasional lessons because of Edmee's difference in a year.
Albus and Scorpius did however always walk Edmee to her classes and both took turns carrying her needed books despite the female's early protests. As a show of pride, Edmee started waiting for the boys outside their classes, as they ran ten minutes longer than her first-year lessons and carried their books to the dorms.
Not that anyone cared to notice them.
Most nights were spent talking in the Slytherin common room till late hours. Topics were always changing as the three talked in a rather rapidly and randomly pace. A few upperclassmen who had attempted to eavesdrop on them, because any knowledge could be used for power, had quickly given up with only a pounding headaches to show for their efforts.
It was during these nights that they found out they share more than terrible names.
All three had a deep love for music whether it be playing, singing, or just listening to it. They all played different instruments, Albus had begun learning to play the harp when he was five by ear, Scorpius had learned to play the piano under his mother's watchful eye, and Edmee had taught to play the cello by a private tutor. They all also hoped to learn to play more , hopefully, less formal, instruments in the future.
Each knew and enjoyed formal dancing with interests ranging from the Cha-Cha to the Waltz and almost everything in between.
None of them had many (if any at all) friends before starting Hogwarts, and the only friends they had in Hogwarts was the other two present people in the trio.
Most of the adults in their lives, with the exception of Scorpius and Albus' mothers, considered them to be very melancholy for no good reason as children. Most still considered them melancholy because of their tight control of on their respective emotions. Though they each felt like they did have the right to be rather melancholy if they felt like it.
Most surprising, each had a growing interest in politics both magical and muggle.
Scorpius readily told Edmee about his family's history on only their second night, not willing to become friends with her is she'd one day change her mind one day because of his family.
Edmee and Albus, in turn, didn't care much about their friend's family's misgiving. Recognize that Scorpius was his own person, and already proven to be different by befriending not only a Potter but also 'Muggle-Born'.
The three spent close to an hour laughing at the thought of Scorpius being Voldemort's son. Pointing out that Scorpius looked almost identical to his father and grandfather, and Albus pointed out on a more humorous note that the Malfoy had a very prominent long nose while Voldemort didn't even have one.
(Severus Snape was rolling in his grave, not because of anger, but because three children were sitting in the middle of the Slytherin dungeon laughing at a man who'd killed possibly a million people. He would have laughed if he could.)
Albus told Edmee about his family on the fifth night, telling her about every single thing he'd ever done to disgrace them. Admitting he wasn't very good at performing magic, and explained what his nickname 'Slytherin Squib' meant.
Scorpius silently supported him while he spilled out all of his well-hidden feelings and Edmee readily accepted him with open arms. Not believing that one of her first friends could be a disappointment in any way to anyone.
Edmee was a little more hesitant to speak about her family, mostly because there wasn't much to tell. Her mother died at a young age. Her father, who she deeply loved, didn't approve of her being a witch but allowed her to attend school. They weren't very close because they avoid topics that could possibly anger her very religious and strict father, which left them with little or nothing at all to speak about.
Eventually, it was admitted that her father didn't like Edmee's tomboy personality and wished for her to act like one of the empty-headed debutantes he wishes her to befriend. She refused and instead attends most social functions with her godfather, who encourages Edmee's political aspirations because she's expected to become the head of her family on her eighteenth birthday.
Yet, like all good things must eventually come to an end eventually.
The trio were one their way to Hagrid's Hut, mostly so Albus could just show off his newest friend to the half-giant. Albus always had a soft spot for the giant, and the feeling was obvious mutual if the weekly visits they shared were anything to go by.
"Care of Magical Creature at least sounds decent," Edmee said, fixing her silver and green scarf around her neck more firmly to keep away the growing chill. "Better compared to Deviation or Muggle Studies."
"You know most of us didn't grow up around Muggles right, that class is the only way we can learn about them so we can blend in." Scorpius reminded. "Imagine being thrown into a completely random culture with no prior knowledge?"
"Imagine? Scorpius that my current life as this moment."
"Sorry, I forget sometimes."
"Not to mention, if you've got a question you could always ask one of us?" Albus piped in from where he was balancing on one of the stone fences ahead of them. "Though, I guess if we had a question the same would apply, we could always just ask you."
"Exactly, so if there is a Muggle Studies for magical children. Why can't I take a class about the basics of the Wizarding World?" Edmee continued on in exasperation. "Like why isn't there cell phones, if I get on a plan and cast a spell will the plan fall out of the sky, or the most important question of all which can first the chicken or the egg?"
"Was that a muggle reference?" Albus asked.
"Ya."
"Continue on then."
"I just think it's stupid."
"You've got two years to worry about electives, Albus and I have a year."
"I don't like being in different years than the two of you, not to mention the lessons are rather boring since I've read through all my school books." Edmee looked curious for a second. "Would you two mind if a upped to your year, that way we could all be classmates."
Both boys stopped rather stunned by their newest friends question, upping a year was something rarely done and if it was done it was usually done by a six year who wanted to graduate early. Not to mention upping a year was never done by a muggle born, not even THE Hermione Granger.
"You are being serious, right?" Albus asked hesitantly.
"Ya," Edmee answered confidently before taking on. "But only if that's okay with the two of you of course."
"Course we don't care," Scorpius explained quickly before turning red. "Well, of course, we care because you're our friend, and if you need help we'll help you. Just don't do it for us."
"I'm not, weren't you listening, I'm terribly bored in all my classes."
"No matter what, you'll still be bored in Magical History."
"That was a given."
A comfortable silence surrounded the growing friends as they continued their walk towards Hagrid's hut. Cutting through the relatively empty and muddy quidditch pitch, content on ignoring the small ensemble of students and teachers preparing for a short pick up game to pass the time before dinner.
Rose, one of the ensemble students, quickly noticed her wild-haired cousin and loudly called him over. "Albus come over and play with us!"
Albus simply shrugged his shoulders at his cousin unapologetically, "You know I haven't ever really liked flying, besides I was taking Edmee to meet Hagrid for the first time. The three of us were planning on having some tea with him before heading to dinner."
"Edmee?" Rose asked curiously. "Who's she?"
"You haven't heard, Rose?" A lanky pug-faced fourth year Ravenclaw boy asked in an obnoxiously loud and sarcastic voice. "Slytherin's got itself a purple haired mud blood, there have been some nasty rumors about the three of them going around the castle. What the Slytherin Blood Traitor, Slytherin Squib, and Slytherin Mudblood do to pass all their free time away in their dorms?"
Edmee managed to flash a small well-developed smirk at the suddenly hush fallen group of teens, sending simultaneous chills down a majority of their spins. Professor Brown, who Edmee had been carrying on a decent conversation about potions with, couldn't help but hold her own breath as the girl took three very purposeful steps to stand in front of fourth year Ravenclaw who'd spoken.
"Is that name suppose to hurt me? Make me feel less adequate about my own magical abilities?" Edmee whispered her words quietly, making everyone surrounding lean in slightly to hear her delicate voice. "Because I'm not at all sorry to inform you this, but I don't know you or much care about your opinion of my blood. I know exactly where I come from, and I plan to wear it as an armor of sorts against bigots like yourself."
Hell quickly broke out.
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"I feel so attacked right now."
Albus couldn't stop from rolled his eyes, the complete front of Edmee's previously white shirt was now covered in a sticky mix of both her own blood and a fourth year Ravenclaw's blood. Madam Pansy, one of the three Hogwart's medi-witches, was holding a blood-soaked rage against her broken nose. Out of all the things the quick-witted girl could have said, she chose the lame piece of garbage.
Scorpius was holding two ice packs against his newly blackened eyes, occasionally moaning and mutter words no one cared enough to decipher. Madam Pomfrey, the head medi-witch, could only pat his back comfortably as she forced a mild (and very disgusting) pain Daugherty down his swollen throat.
Albus had admittedly gotten off the easiest with only a broken rib and split lip.
"Well, what did you three learn from this experience?" Madam Pansy asked.
"That your son doesn't have many qualms, he's willing to hit those younger than him and isn't above cursing someone in the back," Edmee said nasally, ducking away before the witch could pinch her already broken noise. "I also see where he's picked it up."
"This isn't over."Scorpius annoyance clearly.
It wasn't and wouldn't end until someone's eventual death.