Meanwhile the Slytherins and Hufflepuffs were in Charms.
"Have you met any of the other ghosts yet?" Matt asked Marty and Adam.
"No, I mean I saw that Joey Ryan guy go through Adam's table," Marty said.
"Yeah, he's a total jerk," Adam said
"Apparently there's a kid ghost our age who's gonna be taking classes with us," Matt said, "I haven't seen him yet, but apparently he's pretty cool, Nick was telling me at breakfast."
"Good Morning class," a very short man said walking in.
Upon further inspection Matt realized the man was actually a satyr.
"Are those horns?" Marty asked leaning over to Matt.
"He's a satyr, don't be rude," Adam Page whispered.
"I am Professor Maverick," he said, "And today we will be learning about-"
"Sorry I'm late professor!" a young ghost boy yelled floating up through the floor.
"Take a seat, Mr. Cole," Professor Maverick sighed.
"Sure thing Spud," Adam Cole said walking over to the rest of the class.
"Woah, are you dead?" Miz asked.
Cole looked at himself and stuck his hand through his middle.
"Holy crap, I hadn't noticed!" he said sarcastically. Page, Matt, and Marty laughed.
"I've got an extra seat here," Matt said. They were sat two to a desk.
"Thanks, man," Cole said.
Professor Maverick went back to teaching.
The first day of class, was as expected, not all that exciting. They went over the syllabus and got their notebooks set up. Next they headed to Flying lessons. It wasn't a required class, so several kids opted out for a study hall instead, but those who were in the class all took it at once.
"You taking flying lessons?" Page asked Cole.
"I already can fly," Cole said with a shrug, his legs dispersing as he flew alongside them.
"Right, duh, sorry."
"No big deal," Cole shrugged. They walked past Elias who was playing his guitar in the hallway. Corey Graves, seemed to materialize out of nowhere to chase him down the hall, yelling obscenities at him, followed by Aleister and Punk who were laughing, well Punk was, Aleister was stoick as ever.
"You should come anyway. If you can sit on a chair, you can probably sit on a broom," Marty said.
Matt nodded,
"At least come meet my brother," he said.
"Alright," Cole said
"Yeah Baybay!" Matt said, and started running to the Quidditch Pitch. Cole flew after him and Page and Marty ran after them.
A couple kids were at the Pitch already, helping the teacher get the brooms out.
"Hey Matt!" Nick called jogging over, "Mr. Robinson says he's only got Nimbus 2000s. Oh, you're that Adam kid," He interrupted himself to say to Cole.
"You must be Nick," Adam said.
"Yep," Nick said.
The three walked over to help get the brooms. Marty and Page were talking with Hiromu and Will Ospreay now.
"Hey Lil Naitch!" Somebody yelled from the stands. It was a second year student, with longish hair and an awkward partial mustache, waving cheerfully.
"Who is that?" Mr. Robinson asked.
Cole looked over.
"Dalton Castle and the Boys," he said matter of factly.
Dalton and the Tate twins waved again.
"I should've guessed," he mumbled, "Don't you three have class?" he yelled
"Study Hall!" Dalton said, "And we're studying," he said wiggling his eyebrows.
"What does that even mean?" Nick asked.
"Means he's weird," Matt said.
Once all the brooms were out, they each stood next to them. Baretta and Chuckie T walked over and straight up stole Cole's broom.
"Hey I was using that," Cole said.
"Whatever fatass," Baretta said, casually dragging the broom away.
"What a dick," Nick said watching him drag it off.
"Here's a new one," Kevin Owens said handing Cole a new broom.
"Thanks."
Flying lessons went well, everyone did well, they were all in the air in minutes and flying around soon after that.
"You kids have picked this up the fastest I've seen." Mr. Robinson.
"Oh, Lil Naitch, I'm sure you say that to all the girls," Dean said.
"Not funny Mr. Ambrose. I will see you all the day after Tuesday"
"I wish we could play Quidditch," Nick said.
"Maybe we could start a club or something," Matt suggested.
"Hey, Roman?" Nick called running over to Roman, Seth, and Dean. "If we were to start a modified quidditch team, would you be interested?"
"Ah yessir!" Roman said.
"Oh, us too," Seth said.
"Write it down Nick!" Matt said.
Nick took out his notebook.
"Let's go ask more people! Oh, Flip!" Nick yelled running after him, he was walking with Will Ospreay. "You wanna do modified quidditch?"
"They have that?" Will asked.
"Not yet, but we're gonna make it," Matt told them, "if we get enough interest."
"I'd be interested," Will said.
"Me too," Flip said
"Modified Quidditch?" Marty asked coming over with Page.
"Yeah, we wanna make a team," Matt said.
"Count us in!" Page said.
"Sweet!"
"What's going on over here?" Kevin asked walking over with Adam Cole.
"They're gonna make a modified quidditch team," Page said
"If they let us, that is," Matt added.
"Well if that's a thing count me in!" Cole said.
"Me too, hey, Sami!" Kevin yelled, "You wanna play quidditch later?"
"Sure!" Sami yelled back.
"Me too!" Becky Lynch added, as she and Sami walked up to the school.
The growing group walked passed the stands.
"We don't!" Baretta yelled over from under the bleachers where they were smoking again.
Matt and Nick rolled their eyes.
"Yeah, make sure you write that down!" Chuckie sneered.
"Dicks," Nick grumbled, but tallied them anyway.
"I wanna play!" Dalton yelled down from his and the boys' perch.
"That should be enough for at least two teams," Nick said counting the tallies.
"You should go ask Mr. Robinson!" Marty said with a skip in his step.
"Let's eat lunch first," Matt said.
During lunch, more kids walked over asking to join the club, soon the whole Great Hall was buzzing with anticipation of more kids able to join a sports team. After they'd eaten, the Bucks went up to ask Mr. Robinson.
"Hey Mr. Robinson?" Matt said, approaching the professors' table
"What's up Matt?" Mr. Robinson asked.
"Well, we were hoping we could start a club, and you could be the advisor?" Nick said
"What sorta club were you thinking?"
"Modified Quidditch," Matt told him.
"Hmm. Interesting."
"We asked around after class, and pretty much everyone wishes they could play a sport but we aren't allowed to join the Quidditch team until next year," Nick said showing the teacher his notebook where he'd tallied up the answers.
"The problem is that Quidditch isn't the safest sport."
"Right so we were going to change it a little bit," Matt said. Nick flipped back in his notebook.
"1 keeper, 3 beaters, 4 chasers, but two would be defense and two offense, like in soccer," Nick said.
"Ok, I'll be the official advisor, but I can't be at every meeting."
"That's fine," Nick said.
"And probably don't call it Quidditch, we can only have one sport technically according to the Ministry."
"We can call it Nimbus Flyers Club, and tell them we'll have a Quaffle!" Matt said
"Sounds perfect," Mr. Robinson nodded. They gave Marty a thumbs up, and all the kids cheered, the professors were taken aback by how excited everyone was.
"Ok! we'll make posters!" Matt said. "This'll be great!" He started running off to the library to start the posters.
"Thanks!" Nick yelled back, running after his brother.
"Let's say people not playing for the school already," Nick said writing with his marker.
"What about Kenny?" Matt asked.
"He's hanging out with Kota all the time anyway, I think they're dating," Nick shrugged.
"That sucks for you though, third wheelin'," Matt said writing it down.
"Nah, I made friends with Flip, he's pretty cool," Nick shrugged.
"Hey, can we help?" Page asked, walking over with Marty.
"Sure! We need 4 posters anyway!" Matt said, and explained what they needed.
"Are you drawing a skull and crossbones?" Page asked Marty.
"Pirates are cool!" Marty said.
"Marty, it's for Quidditch, not pirates," Matt sighed.
"I'll change it," Marty grumbled. The skull became a quaffle and the bones broomsticks. "There!" He smiled.
"Looks great, man," Matt laughed. Page was writing big bubble letters after carefully measuring it from the edges.
"You guys know any Ravenclaws?" Matt asked. Marty's and Page shook their heads.
"I met some in Herbology," Nick said, "AJ and Shinsuke. They can't get along for the life of 'em."
"Could you get one of them to hang this up?" Matt asked, handing him his poster. It had a quaffle on a broom with a beater's bat chased by a bludgeon with the three goals in the distance, the words "Nimbus Flyers Club" written in huge letters, along with "people not on school Quidditch team only" and "Meet Sat. 8 AM on the Pitch!"
"No problem," Nick said finishing his own poster. He'd drawn the three golden goals and written the info in large legible lettering.
"Nearly done," Adam said drawing a broomstick next to the Quaffle and Bludgeon.
"I'm done!" Marty said finishing coloring in the Skull/Quaffle.
"Sweet, let's go hang them up!"