Hi.

My name is Edward Theodore Lupin, and I'm fifteen years old.

You can call me Teddy instead. Everyone does.

I stifled a yawn as I followed behind my Godfather. We're looking at schools I can enroll in after deciding to stay in Miyagi. Well, actually, my Godfather and I opted not to live in Tokyo even if there is a Black residence we can live in. My Godfather doesn't like crowded places, and I prefer to live with him after my Grandmother died. Win-win solution if you ask me.

We're getting a tour of the school, and one of the teachers offered to take us around. I'm getting bored already as this is the third school we visited this week. First was Shiratorizawa. Harry, my Godfather, doesn't like the place as they aren't into international relations. Though the students are friendly and didn't stare at us when we arrived, Harry said that the curriculum wasn't satisfactory. I felt the disappointment of the Principal when Harry declined the offer.

Yesterday we went to Date Tech. Their curriculum is geared towards technology. Most of their alumni went to universities that are well known for engineering and advanced electronics. However, the campus is a bit far. Though Harry bought a car for us, and he offered to drive me to school every day, I can't take two hours of his time away in the mornings to drive to school for an hour and drive home at the same time. I can take the bus as an alternative, but my sense of direction is, embarrassingly enough, not that good.

Today, we're visiting Aoba Johsai. The teacher, Rinanto Jun, is the school's current PE teacher. We had a quick look at their classrooms, and then the teacher leads us to each club. He kept on gushing at Harry, and his Godfather tried to ignore it.

We were on our way to the Volleyball court, and the teacher ran ahead to check if it's empty or not. He opened the door and rushed inside, leaving Harry and I waiting outside the court's double doors.

"What do you think?" Harry turned to me.

"Hmm," I hummed at him, "Not really promising, is it?"

Harry only grinned. Before he can respond, the teacher came back and waved us inside. "Our school has a practice match with another school," he explained, his eyes shining with excitement. "The coach told us that we can watch for a little bit."

Harry smiled and followed the teacher. I trailed after them, shoulders slump, and dragged my feet forward. We were led towards the upstairs viewing deck to watch the match.

The players didn't notice us, but the people on the bench did. Five of six players stand inside a square to the side for each team. Reserved players? I wondered to myself.

I roamed my eyes around as I watch the game. The sound of the ball smacking against flesh sounds familiar as I heard the small kid with orange hair, Really? Orange? smacked the ball with his palm towards the opposing team.

However, the ball didn't soar towards the opposing team's court as expected, but it hit, hard, the back of his teammate's head. The sound echoed around the court as each team member stared dumbfounded at the black-haired player. I bit the inside of my cheeks from laughing. Hey, at least it's not a bludger, I thought inwardly.

I looked around the other people below and saw the two people sitting on the bench. Judging from their attire, they are the coaches for the Aoba Johsai. Both men look up at us with wide eyes with their jaw almost to the floor.

The guy on the stand blew his whistle, indicating the end of the game, and players of both teams walked towards the bench where their respecting coaches are sitting. The blue team's younger coach spoke excitedly to the players and pointed in our direction. The players looked up at us and held a determined expression. From the background, I can see the older coach fished out his phone and proceeded to yell at someone when the call was answered.

"Oh?" I reacted.

"I think they didn't actually know who I am," Harry muttered in a low voice to me. There's really no need to, as our guide is currently giving a thumbs up to the men below us, wearing a big and proud smile. "I meant as a wizard." He elaborated further. "As far as I was told when we moved here, wizarding places are in major cities, and most Japanese wizards prefer to stay within or near a magical territory." Then he grinned down at me. "I think they know me within the Muggle world."

I stared at my Godfather's grinning face, but he didn't elaborate.

We stayed for a while to watch the game until a few additional players from the blue team appeared. Judging from how they held themselves, I'm guessing they are the experienced players compared to the others. One of the guys held himself taller than the rest and proceeded to sashayed his way towards the coaches like he owns the place. This was when the annoying squealing girls started to get loud and exasperating.

I grunted. Harry only chuckled at my expression. He knew why. The guy reminds me of Scorpius Malfoy.

The new guy eventually joins the game. Before he throws the ball towards his team's opponents, he pointed at the blonde tall player from the opposing team then pointed in our direction, grinning. Actually, come to think of it, at Harry.

"Fanboy?" I teased him.

"Hush you."

I sniggered at him but was forced to turn my attention back to the game as the orange kid suddenly exclaimed, "In Volleyball, every single player on this side of the net is an ally!" he screamed towards the tall blonde kid. The blonde kid only answered the orange kid with a look of disgust.

That perked me up. I felt Harry stood up straighter and approached our guide. He bowed respectfully, as was taught to us when we first came here, and heard him say, "I apologise, but we will have to reject your school."

"Eh?!"

It was the same script that he gave to the first two schools. I actually expected him to lead me out of the campus to go home, but he didn't. Instead, he leaned his elbows on the railing beside me. I looked up at him with a determined expression. I guess he really knew me because his grin just got wider.

"The red players are from Karasuno High School. He said," Harry pointed at our guide with his thumb, who is kneeling on the floor as he's about to cry, "that their school mascot is a crow."

I smirked. "I guess that's close enough."

He turned around, his lower back leaning against the railing. "Ravens are bigger than crows, you know."

"Both are black, so it's close enough," I argued back stubbornly.

He chuckled and ruffled my hair. "As you wish." After a few moments, he piped, "Dinner?"

He nodded, and we left. I cast a lingering eye towards the red team. The girl from the bench took notice and looked back questioningly. I smiled at her and turned away, following my Godfather to the car.

Guess a raven will always be a raven after all.