"I HATE MONDAYS!" Sevan's loud groan into their pillow startled the rest of the girls in the shared room. The four awake in the room laughed while the other four either groaned in agreeance or threw their pillows at the form.
"At least we're not Ravenclaw or Gryffindor? They have Potions first hour Mondays." One of the awake girls, Mamrie, spoke.
"But Mames! We have History!" Sevan's body flailed under their blankets, stopping the efforts of Mercedes as she went to pull the body out of the bed. When Sevan eventually stopped whining about their first world problems, though, the girl harshly tugged the thick comforter from the small body.
Sevan sighed loudly, fumbling their hand towards the bed side table for their glasses. One they slipped them on, they routinely ran their hand over the named carved into the wooden bed post. It was Hufflepuff tradition to carve your name into your bed, and every year you made a tally mark to signal that this was your bed for the rest of your time at Hogwarts. They smiled, put on their robes (all of the people in the room had known each other for four years - no one cared about each other's bodies anymore), and headed downstairs to meet up with Gabe.
Meanwhile, Emmanuel's plunders inside the bathrooms were keeping him from getting out early to see his babes. He bound his chest tight with a binder. He curses the well-endowed nature of his family, but still manages to flatten his chest to an exceptional extent. Emmanuel smiles at his work, turning from side to side. There was a knock on the bathroom.
"Emmanuel? You okay buddy?" Bobert inquired from outside the room.
Emmanuel hissed. "Yeah, fine, be out in a minute!" he hollered in reply. He pulled his dress shirt over, and swiftly covered the tattoos on his shoulders. Actually, they weren't tattoos - yet. Sevan drew him many years ago, on a sort of calendar, with the numbers 13 and 14 ending up on his shoulders. Ever since then, he'd draw 13 on his right shoulder, followed by 14 on his left with ink.
He threw on his Ravenclaw themed sweater vest, and called it good. But wait, where's his pants?
"Well, fuck."
He had to find a way to get a way out, without his non-existent junk to be seen. He was just in his blue briefs, and a shirt. Quite a sexy combination, but only his two companions could enjoy this. No towels, nothing. He remembered he'd left his wand on his bedstand. He had to time this well.
"Shit. Shit, fuck this."
He frantically scoured the room for anything.
That's it!
The window!
Emmanuel knew the exterior and interior of the castle inside and out. He knew that the Gryffindor Boys dorm was just southwest of that window. He hopped out without a thought.
With many close calls to his doom, Emmanuel made it to the windowsill of the lion's male dorm. The trip over wasn't long, since he'd done this so many times. It was a wonder no wandering eyes didn't see a half-naked transman climbing his way to another window.
"Hey, dorks!" he shouted outside the window's glass. "Lemme in!"
Luckily, Ron and Harry were there. Ron's expression flashed between confusion, shock, and utter embarrassment. For they were also getting their coture together.
"Emmanuel, what in the bloody hell are you doing?" he dragged his friend from the window, with Harry's help. Despite Emmanuel being the same age as both of them, he still ended up towering over them - but didn't reach the twins in height. Just a notch above average.
"I was getting dressed in the bathroom and I - oh, shit, I forgot to let Bobert in! Anyway, I didn't have any pants so I came here through the window, that's my story." He explained while rummaging around for a clean pair of pants, that'd fit them. The house's pants in their uniforms were all the same, so no worries here. "Boys, where're my babes?" Emmanuel asked suddenly.
It took both to respond for a second. "Well, um, they went off looking for you. You usually show up about now," Harry answered.
"Looking to snog, I bet," whispered Ron.
Emmanuel only smiled, knowing all too well that was true.
"Ah-ha!" At last he had found a pair. Didn't matter whose.
After some time, Emmanuel raced down the stairs to get to the Ravenclaw common room, where his boyfriends were usually waiting outside.
"'Ello boys!" Emmanuel chimed, prancing with his heterochromic socks on the floors. His shoes would show up sometime.
"Emmanuel! We've been waiting-"
"Where were you?" The two spun to place an arm around each of the boy's shoulders.
Emmanuel sighed, taking in their warmth. "I got stuck in the bathroom, didn't have any pants. Call me Captain Fuckshit, whatever, so I ninja'd my way to your dorm. The fucking end! It's all good though."
"So, you're trying to tell us-"
"That your pants are stolen from another man's closet?"
"How scandalous!" The read-heads lead the eccentric Ravenclaw towards the Dining Hall. "Wait-" One stopped, as did the other, "do you have your wand?"
"OH FUCK!" Emmanuel pulled out his pockets, poofed his floof even further. "It's still up there, shit!"
He nearly broke into a sprint, before that, he glanced at a clock. 14 minutes till class starts. Good.
"We gotta go fuckin' get it!" Emmanuel gripped both boyfriend's hands and dragged them with.
As they reached the eagle, Emmanuel eagerly stood and waited for the riddle.
"Why was six afraid of Sevan?"
"Because Sevan ate nine, duh."
The entrance was clear. Emmanuel smiled at his riddle-solving. He turned to his lovers, and walked backwards into the common room. "I'll be back," he chirped. Then traveled into the common room, and waved to the other Ravenclaws, jumping down the stairs to his designated room.
His wand was sitting next to his bed, his shoes conveniently placed under the night stand. Emmanuel giggled and bent down for his shoes, sitting on his bed for leverage. He jumped up, sliding his wand into it's holder, and dramatically flung on his robe.
He headed back up the stairs, amazing the younger Ravenclaw crowd currently huddled in the common room. His bright sky blue hair mixed with his graceful walk down the steps would put anyone into a stupor. Then-
He tripped.
Once Emmanuel made his way past the giggling first years, he re-knocked and slid out, seeing Lliam try to sneak up on his babes. The three were later than usual, so it was only natural that they would meet up with the rest of the Squad on the way to the Dining Hall.
After Lliam's failed attempt at scaring the two older boys, the four men traversed lazily through the halls towards where they would be eating. Fred and George kindly held the door open, with Lliam going first because he's a smol beb and Emmanuel following behind. Sevan and Gabe were already sitting at the Hufflepuff table, along with most of the girls from their house. (The blonde waved.) Hufflepuff's were morning people, after all. Mornings were usually spent at the Hufflepuff because of the warm, homey food and the warmer people. Most houses in the mornings were lively, but nothing compared to a badger morning.
Lunches were always at the Gryffindor table, for there they ate as Kings. The food was steaming, and the best stories were told. Dinner was taken at the Ravenclaw table, because the Ravenclaw had the healthiest possible choices for pre-sleeping and energy for the next day. (Also, by this time, most Ravenclaws had loosened up. Don't tell anyone though!)
The Slytherin table was always cold, with frigid food and prissy people. Jaron, even though he had a lot of the Slytherin traits, was usually highly annoyed and/or willing to murder to get out of the position. In first year, his first class he had with the Hufflepuff house - Herbology, of course - almost every snake was surprised at the bubbly badger that appeared by his side, and even more shocked at the fact that they were having a pleasant conversation.
The group of four sat down, watching the jumping bean that was Sevan.
"When's our 'internet' trip, Sev," asked Emmanuel. He slapped a hand in front of them on the table. Something that Gabe and Emmanuel both did to get Sevan's undivided, and all-knowing attention. "I was writing my babes, and didn't hear it."
"I think it's either next week or the week after? All I know is that we have to pack our bags for the entire weekend and make sure our wands are either hidden well or charmed into something else," Sevan informed the boy, looking thoughtfully towards the ceiling. "Anyways," they shook their head from side to side, shaking their thoughts away. "Did any of you see Jaron this morning?" Everyone shook their heads, having not seen the boy in the halls. A few minutes later, the door opened and Jaron strolled in at the slowest possible speed. Sevan wanted to actually, finally eat, so they moved towards the snake, pulling and pushing, but ultimately achieving nothing.
"UGH JARON MOVE YOUR LEGS GOD," Sevan yelled over to the boy, refusing to start breakfast without the boy. Sevan's arm were thrown into the air in exasperation, watching the male deliberately slow his ass down. "FUCK YOU. GET. OVER. HERE." Sevan stood up and stomped over to the olive-skinned guy, fiercely trying to pull him over to the table.
They weren't doing anything.
Sevan's small body pushed against Jaron's back, finally making progress in their journey. "YOU STUPID BRAT," Sevan grunt-screamed, not caring for the stares the two were receiving from the Slytherin tables.
After that incident, the time for school came sooner than expected. Emmanuel said his farewells with the rest of the squad, Sevan especially. As usual, to his left and right were his boyfriends. Together, they had potions. Despite Emmanuel being only a fourth year, he was in the twin's potions level. For he was in advanced classes.
"Great, nice, perfect. We gotta put up with Leah," Emmanuel sneered in absolute abhorrence of his longtime enemy's name.
"It's okay darling-"
"We only have for this hour, and even though we know it won't happen-"
"Hopefully she won't have her stick up her arse!" The twins grinned towards each other as the three reached the Potions room.
As usual, Emmanuel body slammed his back on the potions room door. Once inside, the triad romance remained close until the bell rung. The mentioned Leah was close, for Emmanuel smelled the sulphur coming from her cloven hooves. Leah was hated for many reasons, but to put it lightly, she was the female Draco. Just much more annoying, immature, and extremely set in her Wizarding-Catholic ways.
The two enemies locked eyes. Emmanuel averted his gaze quickly, and tightened his grip on his identical lovers.
At once, the bell rang and everyone dropped to their seats. Emmanuel kissed his two lovers and told his farewells until after class. He retreated to the other side of the room.
Leah and Emmanuel were arranged to sit next to each other. Emmanuel's lovers longed to be beside him - as did he. Or possibly switch off days, nobody would know the difference. But Snape feared terrible things for Emmanuel. His most prized advanced pupil would be tainted by their companionship! He would be corrupted by those no good tricksters!
Of course he was clueless to the three's relationship, even when all of them specifically asked for such an arrangement to take place. One day, that dream would come true.
Leah smirked teasingly as they all took their seats. As she always does. Her master-race blue eyes reflected and danced with the intention of ridiculing him.
"Good morning, Emma," Leah purred quietly, soaking, bathing his dead name in pure mockery.
Emmanuel ignored her, a skill he acquired over years of constant harassment.
"What, aren't you polite enough to respond, Emma?"
Nothing. No reply, you jackass.
"Fine, I don't give a rat's ass about you either, goddamn tranny."
Emmanuel tried his hardest to not downright punch Leah in her stupid squirrel teeth that her white little lips couldn't cover. But Emmanuel only laughed, noticing how forced it sounded when Leah swore. It didn't seem to merge with her sentence, and stuck out like a sore thumb.
Only a gargle of a giggle escaped his mouth. Just enough to set the Gryffindor off.
"What's so funny, he-she?!" Leah narrowed her eyes at him, whilst hurling insult after insult, about him not being an actual boy. Calling him Pinocchio, stuff like that.
Sure, Emmanuel was agitated, yet he remained amused by her stupidity.
"Miss Lillge," Snape called the bully out. She shrunk down, pulling her folded hands up to her chin. She made her eyes look wide and innocent. How disgusting, Leah's immaturity leads her to create a blameless facade, one to cover up a fucking hateful beast. A racist, transphobic, hyper-religious, magic-elitist, unloving beast.
It makes Emmanuel sick. Or anyone who knows how Leah works.
Snape looked down at her, with his usual intimidating expressionless face.
"Y-yes, sir?" Even her fake, squeaky-clean-pure voice is painful to listen to.
"Please, do enlighten me on why it is that Emmanuel's diligence as a student, is so much more interesting than predicting the Nervosa potion's hue."
Leah daintily stuck a finger to her chin. "Oh, she didn't understand a thing you were saying, professor. I was only explaining what you meant."
Emmanuel turned to look at her with the most blank, deadpanest face imaginable.
This told his boyfriends, who were looking in curiously, that Emmanuel was about to lose it.
"You messed up," said Fred.
"Big time," said George.
Emmanuel took one breath inwards before screaming: "YOU FUCKING LIAR, I'M SO SICK OF YOUR SHIT!" He burst from his seat, knocking the chair down. Getting everyone's attention who weren't looking before.
Snape didn't bother to step in, he didn't want to admit it, but he wanted to see the outcome.
"W-well, you're a girl!"
Everyone went dead silent. They held their breaths. A shadow crossed Emmanuel's face.
"Oh, shoot-" Leah couldn't finish her whimper.
Her arms were pulled to make her fall forward, but Emmanuel spun her whole entire body horizontally. She was off the ground. Leah was only a thin, spinning blur. A ridiculously fast blur! Then Emmanuel made a battle cry, before he did a frighteningly strong karate chop to the dead middle of Leah's spine. It snapped her whole figure in half. A rather loud crunching sound could be heard. This fucking epic attack rendered Leah to end up slamming her V-shaped body to the ground.
Sevan's head popped into the room, and in the dead silence of the room, everyone could hear, "Fatality," and footsteps frantically running back to their own class. Emmanuel dusted off his hands and turned his chair upright.
Class proceeded as normal.