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Magic Break Can't Be Seen
Alexander sat quietly at the Ravenclaw table, mechanically eating while his year mates whispered all around him about his cuts and bruises. As much as he would love for the injuries to be healed, he didn't know where the Hospital Wing is, and the thought of asking one of the older years for aid brings up painful memories of last evening's events. The sound of a throat clearing behind him makes him tense.
"Here's your schedule, Mr. Dantes," Professor Flitwick said, placing a rolled-up scroll on the table next to Alexander's tensed arm. "Try not to have any more adventures between your classes."
To his horror and betrayal, the other first years giggled, turning their bodies and focusing on one another. As Professor Flitwick continues his path down the Ravenclaw table, Alexander is left alone in a crowded room and experiences loneliness for the first time in his life.
It's only a few minutes later that the female fifth year's prefect, Penelope Clearwater, approaches the first years. "Up you get boys and girls. I'll be guiding you around Hogwarts today. You best pay attention as Hogwarts is rather large, and it's easy to get lost."
Alexander and the other first years stood and followed her, Alexander willingly falling behind as the group ahead of him closed ranks. It was near the doors to the Great Hall when he felt something hit his foot, causing him to trip and fall to the stones. Groaning, he slowly got to his feet.
"Stupid Mudblood," a boy said from the Ravenclaw table. He was putting his wand away, and Alexander recognized him from the previous night as the one who used the curses that make his stomach feel like it was being twisted. "Know your place."
The boy's friends laughed, and Alexander's face twisted in anger and confusion. Mudblood. What an odd insult. At least, Alexander assumed it was an insult based on the context, but it was just so bizarre. Which fit in with the rest of the Wizarding World, now that he thought about it. He hurried after Penelope, who was already a fair distance away.
"Good one, Duny," another voice said. Alexander recognized it as the voice of one of the boys from last night.
"Thanks, Hilliard. I think we'll have a fun sport of Mudblood Hunting this year."
Duny and Hilliard. Alexander had two names now and the faces to match. Now I just needed the other five, he thought as he followed the other first-years to their first class, Transfiguration.
Magic Break Can't Be Seen
AN: There is nothing as cruel in the world as children.
Mudblood was always a weird slur to me. It always seemed so mundane compared to Muggleborn. A Muggle sounds like more of an insult, not even worthy of proper description, some trivial thing that lives in the dirt and plays with leaves. Mudblood sounds like someone is trying too hard to insult someone, which when you realize how many truly creative insults there are in the English Language, seems like a let down.
Perhaps I'm overthinking it. Regardless, you'll notice later on that Alexander very rarely uses the word Muggle, instead choosing non-magical. It's still elitest, but when you have the power to twist the world into whatever shape you like, is that really surprising?
I hope you enjoy the story.