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Chapter Three

After McGonagall retired several years ago, Headmaster Quince had been appointed. His first order of business had been to make Muggle Studies an obligatory course far all non-Muggle students in every year. The idea was that knowledgeable and informed students were less likely to carry the prejudice and ignorance toward Muggles into further generations.

Harry had seen the difficulty many wizards had in trying to blend in with Muggles, and had promised Ginny he would ensure their children were equally comfortable in either world. It became apparent not long after Albus was born that this would be a very difficult thing to do. After spending one afternoon in a Muggle restaurant with two screaming infants and no way to conjure up food or a bottle for them, Ginny had decided they wouldn't be spending much time away from their wizarding comforts anymore. Both she and Harry thought that the new mandatory Muggle Studies classes were a very good idea, in theory, if not in execution.

The course itself was as woefully ignorant as always. The students learned through such a filter that none of them would have any idea what to do if the suddenly found themselves in muggle London. The one aspect of the course that anyone genuinely enjoyed was the music. Occasionally, their rather eccentric professor would play music for the class. The instruments the teacher brought in were often quite bizarre and outlandish; however three of the students seemed to know quite a bit about them. These three were skilled at playing and even composing music on the muggle instruments. Albus Severus wouldn't tell many people, but he had a real aptitude for the guitar. After giving up on trips with the kids to Muggle London, Harry and Ginny had instead decided to have each of their children trained on a Muggle musical instrument of their choice. Al had chosen at the age of six to learn guitar, and had a real talent for it. Only three students in the entire school were aware of this, however.

One was James, who himself played the drums (though he could only play them at home on holidays). Another was Lily, who had been taking lessons on the flute for six years. The last was Lara.

Lara had heard Albus practicing in the Gryffindor common room early one morning during the Christmas break in first year. He must have assumed that everyone who hadn't already left for home was still asleep, but Lara sat quietly out of sight on the girls dormitory staircase, listening. The next morning and each morning after that during the break, she sat in that same spot listening, and writing lyrics to the songs he composed. They were written in a notebook she had received that year from her parents. She had cleverly written 'History Notes' on the title, hoping to deter anyone who found it from reading it. Not that anyone was likely to find it, she kept the notebook heavily guarded, it had several sealing charms placed on it, and was kept hidden at the bottom of her trunk.

No one was getting to that book, if it killed her.

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"Faster! Keep your head up, you bloody idiot!"AndrewMcDonnell shouted from his vantage point above the team "Do you honestly think we'll be winning any cups this year, if you lot keep playing like this?" He then emitted a loud sort of enraged growling noise, which caused Hugo to nearly drop the quaffle he was holding.

"Go, get changed, and tomorrow I'd better be seeing a whole new team on that pitch; one that actually cares whether we look like complete idiots playing Slytherin next week! GO!" He turned his back on the team, as if in disgust. Outside of practice, McDonnell was apparently a rather good bloke. Hugo couldn't see it.

The team needed no more encouragement then that. The all scurried off to their change rooms in complete silence. No one wanted to admit that this year's team just wasn't up to par. Most of last year's cup-winning team had graduated, leaving them without a chaser, both beaters and their old captain and keeper. This years team truly was scraping the barrel of students with any bit of talent on a broom, or indeed, just in possession of a broom.

Hugo had always felt quite a bit of pressure to join the Gryffindor team. In all fairness, he did love to play pick up games at home, and he wasn't a bad beater, but he had grown up with his uncle George telling him all kinds of stories about him and his brother playing beaters on their old team. Hugo couldn't help but feel he'd be letting his uncle down if he hadn't at least tried out for the team. He knew it was probably only on James good word that he'd made the team, but he didn't care, he'd try to make the best of it. This upcoming game would be the first Hugo would play for the team. He just hoped it wouldn't be the last.

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"Really now Luce, do you have to be so hard on them? They were just having a bit of fun!"

"For the thousandth time, my name is Lucy. I would really much prefer it if you could just call me by my given name. And as for those fourth years, I do not think that 10 house points each is unreasonable, they were running through the halls, they could have hurt somebody!"

Hearing the eldest of the Weasley cousins arguing in the library was not common. To the Head Girl Lucy talking in the library at all was almost unheard of. But it was well know that Roxanne and Lucy Weasley were next to nothing alike. They shared only their last name and characteristic hair colour. But could you really expect the daughters of George and Percy to be gal-pals? They got along alright most days, but Lucy had a penchant for being in charge of everyone, and Roxanne despised anyone trying to tell her what to do. It usually fell to Fred, Roxanne's older brother, to sort things out between them. With his easy going nature and charming smile, he could have almost any problem sorted and have the girls on good terms again in no time.

At the moment though, Fred was not at school. Ever since their first year at Hogwarts, George Weasley had managed to find a way to take each of his children out for a treat on their birthdays (today being Freds, he was likely at Zonko's or eating ice cream right now) No one quite knew how he pulled it off, as students were not actually allowed to leave, but if anyone could be trusted to find a way, it was Gorge Weasley.

Roxanne would just have to put up with Lucy's dictatorship until her brother got back. But no one said she couldn't mess with her cousin a little bit first…