Chapter [v] First Classes
"You're one to wake late," Frona lifts a brow as the last of the trio finally entered Gryffindor's common room, stretching and yawning while the two of them had been waiting for over 30 minutes.
"You could've woken me up, Jamieson," Leo glared at said boy, who grins innocently as a response.
It was their second day in Hogwarts with their first classes beginning that day, Jamieson's excitement was enough to wake him up 30 minutes earlier than he usually did. "Now c'mon, we're supposed to be at the Great Hall," Frona sighs, reminding them of their assembly as instructed by their prefect the night before.
The trio soon left the common room, Jamieson trying to control his awe at how different the castle looked at daytime, the corridors filled with students here and there, rushing to their morning classes, ghosts flying about, house-elves cleaning parts of the castle.
"I'm surprised you remember the way," Jamieson shrugs once the giant doors of the Great Hall came into view, knowing full well had he been told to find his way around, he'd have gotten lost the second he left Gryffindor's Tower.
"They couldn't have chosen an earlier time for an assembly," Leo groaned, still feeling woozy even though he had more than enough sleep the night before.
The trio made their way down Gryffindor's row, Jamieson taking note of once again how different the Great Hall looked compared to last night. There were still students here and there, some enjoying breakfast, some others doing last minute work...
"First years, please find your places and sit according to where your names are," Professor Dolevia instructed, seeing the front-most area now filled with students confusedly looking at all the rectangular boxes on the table where they sat last night.
Jamieson let out a small whimper upon realizing the trio had been separated, with Frona sitting at the opposite side and 5 people sitting between him and Leo, he proceeds to sit where he had been designated, curious about the content of the dark blue box, the name Ollivander engraved on it, laid in front of him.
"Traditionally, first year wizards, who are usually 11 to 12 years old, receive their first wand at Ollivanders in Diagon Alley, meaning they had to procure it themselves before entering Hogwarts. However, with the recent discovery of a new magical quill, the ministry is now able to detect which wand goes to which wizard, meaning that a wand is assigned to you when you are born. This, in turn, has given birth to a new, small ceremony here at Hogwarts, where first years are to unveil their wands here at Hogwarts, instead of going through countless wands at Ollivanders just to find the one meant for them," Professor Dolevia explained, Jamieson's awe rising once again at the thought of owning his own wand.
"Now, before you open your boxes, please know that each wand is unique. No wand in the history of the wizarding world has been found to be similar, not even those of twins, triplets and the likes. This doesn't mean that one wand is stronger than the other, however. All wands are similar in their basic functions, to help in channeling magic and casting spells," The aforementioned professor continued, scanning the faces of the students in-front of her, she knew they were just waiting for her to finish.
"That covers the basics of wands, I shall bore you no more with facts as you'll learn more anyways in your history classes. Now, first years, you may now open your boxes," She smiles, watching the students eagerly grab their boxes, some of them excitedly ripping the top, some others slowly and curiously lifting the cover.
"Wow..." Jamieson gasps, feeling a sort of tingling electric rush through him as he picked up his wand, a feeling of warmth spreading through like the heat on a summer morning, cooled down by the breeze of an autumn wind, the scent of flowers wafting through like a spring evening in a flower field.
Inspecting his wand, one thing he had noticed was that unlike others, his wand looked like it was made out of three different wood types, magically fused into one. Magically in a way that Jamieson couldn't tell how, he couldn't see any seams, gaps or any form of glue-lines sticking the wood together, as if the three grew three different barks at once.
"Huh...?" He looked around, noticing Leo and Frona's, along with the other student's wands only having one colour, whereas his had three.
Jamieson picked up the small piece of paper in the box, written on it was, "For Jamieson Jamie Potter-Diggory, a newborn of the legendary bloodline. Never in my life have I managed to fuse three different wood into one wand, and never did I ever succeeded in doing so after this. I believe you are heading for greatness. You wand comprises of Ash, Holly and Apple wood, three quite hard to procure, hard to work with, yet strong, durable and potential-filled wood. Within your wand is a core made of Phoenix Feather, 15 1/2 inches in length, which is quite rare, flexible."
Jamieson wondered how many different types of wood, core, and many other components a wand could have. Looking around again, it was confirmed to him that no two wands are the same.
"Alright students. once you are done with your wands and breakfast, you may make your way to your classes based on your schedules," Professor Dolevia announced, only then did Jamieson forget to look at his schedule before leaving.
The boy panicking looked over at Leo, who had an expression similar to his own, before turning his head towards Frona, who simply shook her head and rolled her eyes.
"Mr. Potter-Diggory," The professor calls the second the boy stood up, inciting panic in the boy. 'It's my first day here, I couldn't have gotten into trouble already, right?' He thought, panicking slightly as he made he was towards Professor Delovia, Frona and Leonidas immediately standing up and making their way towards their friend.
"May I have a look at your wand, Mr. Potter-Diggory?" The professor curiously asked, noticing earlier the odd colours that made up the boy's wand, something that she's never seen before.
"Curious. Your wand is made up of three different wood base, Mr. Potter-Diggory, fused into one," She states, Jamieson nodding in response as he had read something similar on the note in his box earlier.
"Mine is made of Holly. As did Mr. Weasley-Granger and Mr. Malfoy here, wizard wands are only made of one base wood. This... this is definitely a first in the history of the wizarding world, Mr. Potter-Diggory," She smiles warmly, returning the boy's wand, noticing how Jamieson's eyes were made of two colours, she opened her mouth to comment on it, deciding not to afterwards.
Professor Delovia herself had an extensive study into Muggle life, knowing full well that Jamieson had what Muggles would call 'heterochromia', and where they're from, most people would find different coloured eyes as 'freaky', and knowing that Jamieson grew up with Muggles, she decided not to say anything.
"Alright now you three, scurry along to your classes," Professor Dolevia ushers the three, watching them walk away before turning around. "Potter-Diggory, Weasley-Granger, and now Malfoy. I wonder what they'll be up to," The aforementioned professor chuckles to herself. After reading entries from the previous headmistress, Professor McGonagall, who had experience teaching the original Potter, Diggory, Weasley and Granger bloodlines before the convergence, along with teaching Harry Potter-Diggory's own son, and her own experience of teaching Jamieson's, Frona's and Leonidas' parents, she knew the year was about to get interesting.
Plus, there hasn't been anyone from their bloodlines after the great incident, so they've had plenty of time to relax.
"That's so cool, Jamieson! Professor Dolevia's right, your wand is the first in the history of wizards to be made of three types of wood!" Frona exclaims rather excitedly. She's heard of many different tales from her parents about powerful wands and their owner's tales, but never did her parents ever mention of something like this.
"Wait," Jamieson stops once they exit the Grand Hall, making his way towards a tall hourglass just outside the entrance, the one with Gryffindor's logo to be exact.
"What... exactly is this?" Jamieson asked, watching rubies fall down from the small compartment on top, a few more suddenly flying back up after a while.
"This... is the House Points Hourglass. Didn't you hear Professor Delovia explain last night?" Leonidas wonders, "I... must've been too busy eating," Jamieson grins innocently, earning himself another eye-roll from Frona.
"When you gain points for your house points, the hourglass fills up and the counter goes up. When you lose it, the opposite happens. At the end of the year, whichever house has the most point wins," Frona explains, Jamieson nodding along, wondering about the ways of getting points.
One thing he knows, is that he doesn't want to be the sole reason for their house to lose a lot of points.
"C'mon, Charms class is this way. I know you two didn't bother looking at your schedules earlier," Frona sighs, leading her two clueless friends down a corridor, who gave her yet another innocent grin as a response.
Part of Jamieson wanted to explore the school grounds, considering how everything looks quite medieval even though the year was 2081 already. Not a single human technology in sight, which was quite... calming for the boy, for reasons he doesn't know.
"Good Morning first years, I am Professor Finnigan Flitwick Junior, you may call me Professor Finnigan, as Professor Flitwick would be referring to my grandfather," The rather stout professor explained, standing on a tall podium in front of the whole class, "I'm Hogwarts' professor for Charms, as was my grandfather and my own father," He continued, instructing the students to open their textbook to page 2.
"Now, Charms are the most basic level of magic a wizard must master. It is useful for your daily life usage in many ways. As an example, we have a spell for light," He began teaching after a bit of silence, whipping his wand out and waving it, causing the tip to glow white.
"Whoah..." Jamieson gasped. To him, it was quite spectacular, but to the rest of his wizard-raised friends, it known as a basic spell.
"Or even light a fire," The professor continued, waving his wand again and spewing out flame from the tip, "Or summoning an object," He once again waved his wand in an unknown pattern, summoning a cup from the back of the class.
Jamieson watched in awe as the cup flew towards the professor's hand in a straight line.
Sure, he likes science, reading up on how things were made and all that, but he had always loved magic. Casting spells, riding unicorns and everything else in between.
"What I had just demonstrated is called a 'chantless cast', which you will not be able to perform just yet, as it requires a lot of focus, along with in-depth knowledge of magic and years of practicing. As first years, the first charm I will teach you is the spell 'Lumos', which you will find the chant of, pronunciation and wand movement on your book," Professor Finnigan instructed, scanning the room before he continued.
"I want you all to practice. Focus. Both the pronunciation of the chant and your wand movement matters in spell casting. Even the slightest bit of error can produce a disastrous outcome," He instructed, watching one student after the other fail to cast said spell.
He watches as one student managed to light his wand up, only for a quick flicker. Another one somehow made his wand's tip emit smoke instead.
Jamieson head the instructions, passages and tips over and over again, hoping to not screw up his first spell cast. He looked around for a bit, hearing a whimper from Leonidas next to him and seeing Frona scrunch her brows behind him, he took a deep breath.
Jamieson swished his wand, moving his hand in a motion akin to a loop-de-loop, chanting "Lumos," In a soft voice with full concentration.
There was a delay for a bit, followed up with silence on his part.
Just as Jamieson had thought he failed to cast it for his first time, his wand lit up bright, slightly brighter than when Professor Finnigan had demonstrated previously.
"Well done, Mr. Potter-Diggory! 15 points to Gryffindor for being first to cast the spell, and another 5 points for such a magnificient demonstration. The last time I've seen anyone cast such a bright Lumos for their first time was your father, for your information," The professor winked, Jamieson's smile grew even more, realizing he had gained his first few points for his house. Curiosity began to grow in him at the mention of his father.
Jamieson began to wonder what his family was like at school, since he's heard how many times people has said how 'legendary' his bloodline was.
"Another 10 points to Gryffindor in total, for Mr. Malfoy and Mrs. Weasley-Granger for being the first three to cast the spell successfully," The professor exclaimed, breaking Jamieson out of his wondering trance.
"That's right, class. My class is the easiest place for you to earn points, simply being the first three to cast a new spell successfully, with extra points if you did it wonderfully," The professor stated, watching the rest of the students beginning to successfully cast their first taught spells, "Now, the second spell I'll be teaching you, which you can see on page 4," Professor Finnigan continued, flipping his own book to page 4, "Is the spell Nox. A simple counter-charm to extinguish the light at the end of your wand, otherwise it'd just stay lit forever," He chuckles, performing a simple, chantless demonstration.
Jamieson once again glanced down at his textbook, flipping it to page 4 where Nox was described in great details. After reading through the entire page 2 or 3 times, Jamieson took a deep breath and moved his hand according to the pattern shown on the textbook, whispering 'Nox' under his breath, the light at the end of his wand immediately went out.
He managed to catch Leonidas and Frona casting the spell successfully, expecting more points to his house, "25 points to Gryffindor, 5 to Slytherin!" The professor exclaimed, Jamieson immediately noticed a fourth person casting the charm before Leonidas managed to.
Their difference were only a few milliseconds, yet it was still caught by Professor Finnigan.
"Aww," Leonidas whimpered, earning a gentle shove from Jamieson, "That's fine, we'll get the points next time," He grins, seeing the boy nod.
His attention was then returned to the black-haired boy sitting across from them, donning the Slytherin uniform, who flashed him a smirk.
'Uh... what?' He thought, ignoring the boy's smirk and turning his attention back to Professor Finnigan. He knew full well what that smirk was, he'd seen it far too many times on his step-sister's face, the same smirk she'd give which silently told him before she got Jamieson into trouble of some kind.
The class went on for another hour, with professor Finnigan mostly explaining the history, uses of Lumos, Nox, the dangers of misusing spells and charms and the risks and possibilities of backfiring spells.
"Alright class, that's it for today. You may proceed to your next class, dismissed," Professor Finnigan ended his class after about 2 hours of teaching.
"Finally," He heard a student mutter while waiting for Leonidas to finish packing up before both of them proceeded to follow Frona out of the classroom.
"Hey uh, Leo" Jamieson gently poked the boy as they walked to their next classroom, "Do you know who that guy is?" Jamieson discreetly pointed towards the Slytherin boy ahead of the trio. Nodding, Leonidas responded, "That's Ellias Lestrange. Why?" The blond boy raised a brow, wondering why Jamieson was suddenly interested in a member of the Lestrange family.
"You don't wanna mess around with the Lestrange people, Jamieson. You might not know this, but like Leo's family, the Lestrange was one of the worst wizards who sided with Voldemort throughout the two wars," Frona explained in a quiet voice, Leo nodding along.
"Oh," was all Jamieson could answer with, not even knowing the wizarding had been through two wars with this Voldemort figure, he decided not to ask about it, planning to simply read up about it later.
"Good Afternoon class, welcome to Potions, I am Professor Robert Ancum, you may call me Professor Ancum, nice, short and simple," The professor began introducing the class after a short self introduction, "I will be your Potions professor from your first year till your last, assuming I don't get replaced by the time you get there," He pauses, picking up a textbook from the table, "This is our textbook for this year. Along with the rest of your years, I expect all of you to bring your textbook for every class, failure to do so will cost your house points greatly. I don't want any of you to share books, the last time that happened, a student somehow failed to brew a Wiggenweld potion so badly, the fumes ended up poisoning everyone in this room, including me," He warned, wincing at the terrible memory which ended up with the Poisons classroom not being able to be used for three weeks.
Looking at the professor's expressions, Jamieson wished the person was joking, but nit was obvious to him the professor wasn't joking.
Professor Ancum continued explaining the risks, dangers and complexity of potion brewing, "...and you all don't have a choice, since Potions is a mandatory class instead of electives, so I want all of you to pay close attention when I teach," He ended before scanning the room, satisfied with the student's reaction.
"Before we begin our first class, I want you all to stand up," He paused, waiting for every student in the classroom to stand up. The first years, already intimidated by his face alone, immediately stood up.
"Take a walk around. Look at every labels, every boxes, every vials, bottles, containers in this room and memorize it. I will not have my students run around looking for ingredients when I instruct you to fetch them. Time is key when you are brewing potions, every second counts," Professor Ancum instructed, giving the students time to analyze every corner in the room.
'Chicken lips... Chicken lips? Since when did chickens even have lips?' Jamieson questioned internally, staring into a phial with odd looking lips, knowing full well human lips don't look like what the bottle held.
'Lionfish spines, Aconites, Dragon liver...' Jamieson continued, looking up and down at each vials and basically anything that could hold materials.
The sudden noises of glass smashing pulled the attention of everyone to one corner of the room. One of the Slytherins had seemingly knocked over an empty potion vial. "35 potions deduction to Slytherin," Professor Ancum announced, the student's face immediately changed into that of a horrified one.
Jamieson almost let out a small 'eek', realizing how many points were deducted for that. He immediately figured out that while Professor Finnigan gives a lot of points, Professor Ancum is one who'll take it all away in one sitting.
"Alright students, time is up, please return to your seats," Professor Ancum piped up after quite some time had passed, knowing full well everyone had gone around the room at least 3 times before being told to return to their seats.
That and some of the students were starting to yawn.
"Now, please point to me exactly where I put the Flitterbies, Mr. Lestrange," The professor randomly called out, startling the aforementioned student, who pointed at a red vial at one end of the class.
"Good attempt, but you're 3 bottles off. 15 points from Slytherin," The professor announced, watching as the boy's jaw dropped. "15 for that?!" He exclaimed. rather furiously. "Another 10 for back talking," The professor growled, "Try me, Mr Lestrange," He warned, watching the student furiously huff and silence himself before any further mishaps.
The professor continued picking random students and asking them to point out where a random ingredient was placed, most of the students failing, with only one or two barely right.
"Mrs. Weasley-Granger, please tell me where I stashed away the Runespoor eggs," He continued, "Uh... In that box underneath the cauldrons area," She pointed at a specific box, which seemed to blend in with the other boxes behind it.
"Very good, 5 points to Gryffindor," He announces before moving to his next victim, "How did you even remember that?" Jamieson whispers to Frona, who simply shrugged with an innocent grin as a response.
"Mr. Malfoy, enlighten me. Under which star did I hide away my Star Grass?" He smirks, knowing, giving a trick question to the unsuspecting boy, who gulped in response. "I-I don't know which star, but I-I know it's in that blue container," The boy nervously pointed at a light blue container hidden just behind where the professor stood.
"Very good. I would give you 5 points had you not told me you didn't know which star in specific. 2 points to Gryffindor," Professor Ancum sighs, "Better than nothing," Leonidas whispers under his breath, Jamieson barely able to catch it.
"Finally. Mr. Potter-Diggory," The professor turned towards the mentioned boy, who seemed quite nervous, seeing how his friend suddenly got such a hard question compared to the others.
With a rather devilish grin, the professor asked, "Tell me. Where did I put my Ashwinder eggs, Murtlap tentacles and Squill bulbs, in that order," He smirked afterwards, wanting to test just how good the 'legendary' bloodline was, since he didn't get a chance to teach the previous generation(s), Professor Ancum himself only recently entering the position after the previous professor had resigned.
"Uhh..." Jamieson once again scanned the room, not wanting to get anything wrong. He knew where the positions were, but he couldn't be 100% certain as to which bottle had what.
'Screw it,' He thought, "That bottle has Murtlap tentacles, that basket has Ashwinder eggs and that box has Squill bulbs," He pointed at each container, praying to whoever was hearing that he got at least one right.
"Very good Mr. Potter-Diggory, all three correct. 25 points to Gryffindor," The professor smirks, making his way back to his table, the trio exchanged high-fives and quiet cheers.
"Now, today's class will be more about facts, rules and so while you are in my class, I expect you all to follow every rule I have set" The professor began. The next 2 hours was spent with the professor explaining in even deeper details as to why stirring technique, ingredient marinating, chants and even wand movements were important in every single phase of potion brewing. "Your potion can turn impotent by simply having the water level in your cauldron be slightly too low or too high, so pay attention to your books and to my warnings," He continued, ignoring the yawns from a few students, he decided to be merciful for their first day... Otherwise those yawners would've lost 20 points from their houses, 'Not today, Ancum,' He thought to himself.
"That is all for your Potions class today. Be ready for your next session as we will be learning two potions in one go, one to cover what we were supposed to learn today. Class dismissed," Their ever so beloved teacher announced, the students excitedly exiting his class, knowing they had the rest of the afternoon off, with no more classes.
"Professor Ancum," Jamieson approached the teacher as the others left, Frona and Leonidas joining him after a bit, "Can I ask something?" He asks, still a bit peeved about what had happened earlier.
Seeing the professor nod, "Why... was I required to point out three ingredients when the others only had one...? And the trick question with Leonidas?" Jamieson piped up after a short silence, somewhat doubting himself whether he should ask or not.
Letting out a small sigh, "I was hoping you wouldn't ask," The professor took off his glasses, clasping his hand and proceeding to point upwards with his index finger.
"Mr. Malfoy didn't get a trick question. If you guys had bothered to look up earlier, you'd see what I meant," The professor instructed, all three of the Gryffindor students looked up at the ceiling, seeing constellations blinking faintly, Jamieson's jaw dropped. "Every area of the class I had marked with a different constellations. Example, aquatic plant ingredients has the constellation of Aquarius, aquatic animal ingredients has the Pisces constellation," The professor explained, shaking his head.
"As for you, Mr. Potter-Diggory, I wanted to test whether you are able to carry on the legacy of the Potter-Diggory name. Your great grandparents made a grand name for themselves, and I didn't have the chance to teach neither your grandparents nor your parents," The professor shrugged, turning his attention to Frona, "As for you Ms. Weasley-Granger, I had no doubt you'd be able to do as I instructed. The Weasley-Grangers carry a gene of intelligence, which I could tell simply when you made note of every single ingredients and their positions in the class," The professor explained, somewhat humoured.
"I-I'm sorry professor," Jamieson apologized, Leonidas gently rubbing his back in an attempt to soothe him, "No need. I understand that you were raised by muggles, and had no idea about wizards and such. If you'd like to learn more about your families, along with the legendary names of the Weasleys, Grangers and even Malfoys, start by looking for books in our library. If you still need more, the other professors have taught here far longer than I have. Maybe they have unrecorded memories or stories about your parents and grandparents. I doubt anyone knew your great grandparents though, none of us have taught for that long here," The professor explained, dismissing the trio afterwards since they had nothing else to discuss.
"You okay, Jamieson?" Frona asked, her expression filled with worry, knowing full well having almost no knowledge about one's background can bring bad effects to the person. "I... I'm good. I'm gonna go explore the castle grounds before I start looking up my family's history, by myself," Jamieson smiled, seeing Leonidas frown, he knew the blond boy wanted to go with.
"Alright then, I'm gonna go back to our common room and review my notes. I think I got a few things wrong," Frona stated, turning around and leaving the two outside of the Potions class.
"Hey, Jamieson," Leonidas piped up after a while, "C-Can you look into my eyes for a bit?" The boy squeaked, noticing something in the class earlier.
"Whoah... your eyes are different coloured?" He grins, seeing the boy nod before looking down, preparing himself for the insults.
He'd been insulted in public before back in the muggle world, simply for having different eyes, not really something he could change. It was also one of the few reasons the Dursleys hated taking him out.
"That's so cool!" Leonidas squeaks, awed by the boy's eyes. He's heard of certain muggles having different coloured eyes, but it was his first time seeing it himself.
"I'm gonna go have lunch at the Great Hall and probably take a nap, you sure you'll be fine on your own? I mean the castle's huge," Leonidas' smile was replaced by a frown quickly, remembering how Jamieson wanted to explore the huge building on his own.
"I'll be fine," Jamieson grinned, knowing he could just ask around if he actually got lost.
"Alright then, see you tonight," Leonidas grins, both of them making their way in the opposite directions.
Jamieson had spent 2 hours, possibly more, simply wandering up and down the halls of Hogwarts, taking note of places and classes, enjoying views from the castle top and so. After a while, he began to zone out, walking in a random direction, not even noticing where he was going... Until he bumped into a certain someone.
"Watch it!" The boy exclaimed in an angered tone, spinning around, "Sorry," Jamieson muttered, looking up to identify who he bumped into and it couldn't be the last person he wanted to see right then.
Sure, their interactions had been very few, but within those limited interactions, he could tell he wasn't gonna like the other boy in any way.
"If it isn't the Potter-Diggory boy," The black-haired student sneered, smirking afterwards, "Too famous to see where you're walking now?" He smirked, his two other friends turning to face Jamieson.
"I said I was sorry, alright? I zoned out," Jamieson sighed, wishing to get the person in-front of him out of his sight as quick as possible.
"Oh, you zoned out? Well then, Mr. Disassociation, watch where you're going next time, or I'm gonna do worse," Ellias smirks, Jamieson was about to question what the guy meant, until he was hit by a strong push on his chest, 'Flipendo' one of Ellias' two lackeys had cast a spell on him.
"Oof-" Jamieson groans, tumbling backwards a few feet, feeling like someone had thrown a book at his chest.
"Hey!" A voice calls from the distance.
"Ugh," Ellias grunts, watching Jamieson struggle and cough a few times to get up. "Really? Casting a jinx at a student outside the duelling room? I expected better from you two as seniors. And you, don't think just because you're part of the Lestrange family, you get to do as you please around here," The voice warned. Jamieson recognized the voice, but he couldn't figure out who as he was still trying to recover from the jinx.
"30 points from Slytherin. Now scram before I drain all of your points," The person warned, Jamieson finally looked up, finding out it was Graham who had come to his rescue.
"You good?" The blond, spiked up haired senior crouched, gently holding onto Jamieson's shoulder. "Whoah, your eyes," The boy commented, Jamieson blinking a few times before catching what he said.
"Oh.. uh...," Jamieson awkwardly squeaks, "They're beautiful," Graham smiles, somewhat enchanted by Jamieson's grey and emerald eyes, watching the boy's cheek light up slightly. Graham helped Jamieson up and regain his composure once Jamieson finally recovered from the spell.
"What are you doing out and about alone? Usually first years stick to their clique," Graham questioned, genuinely curious as it was rare to see a first year walking around alone, knowing full well Hogwarts wasn't all rainbow and happy.
"I... I just wanted to take a look around the castle on my own," Jamieson explained, earning a small sigh from his prefect friend.
"Have you had lunch yet? I'll take you back to the Great Halls if you want," Graham shrugged. Jamieson looked around for a bit more before answering, "Sure, if that doesn't trouble you," with a small smile.
"Nah. I'm on my way there myself," Graham chuckles, leading the boy towards the hall. "Are prefects really allowed to take points?" Jamieson pipes up while they walked, "Yeap. We can't give them though, and there's a limit as to how many we can take," Graham shrugs, remembering how many points he had taken that day alone, which mind you, was literally the first day of a new year, he let out a small sigh.
"Oh," Jamieson responded, the two of them striking up random conversations and just bonding in general as they made their way down countless corridors.
"There's your friend," Graham pointed at Leonidas at a distance, Jamieson genuinely surprised the boy hadn't finished eating.
'How does he eat so much and not gain weight?' Jamieson wondered, noticing early on that Leonidas ate a lot, yet still stayed quite thin.
"T-Thanks," Jamieson shyly thanked his new friend before sprinting towards Leonidas.
Graham smiles, turning and making his way towards his own clique, finally able to take a quick break after patrolling the school for Merlin knows how many times.
A/N: Question, should I continue posting at this random interval, or should I serialize it and post on a specific day? On one hand, I could update frequently, but with the other option, I could push out longer and better chapters?