There were still things Kurt didn't know about the school, but he was learning.

At least his ignorance was entertaining for his friends. The boys had found it particularly amusing when Kurt wandered around the entire second week confused as to why they called Nick nearly headless. They all had a good laugh when they finally introduced him to the ghost and Kurt screamed his head off. After the shock wore off, Kurt was able to laugh as well.

However, after that experience, Kurt opted to only ask ghosts and fellow Gryffindors as a last resort.

At breakfast Blaine sat with Kurt as was usual. The only thing different was that Jeff, Nick, and the twins were nestled away from everyone. Their voices were low, and they spoke with their heads together.

"What's with them?" Kurt asked.

Blaine's eyes flitted over to the four silent boys, regarding them with suspicion. He watched them for a moment with narrowed eyes and then suddenly turned back to his breakfast.

"Quidditch." He answered simply, as though that one word explained everything.

Blaine went back to carefully cutting his steak and Kurt tried to make sense of the bits of conversation that were floating over from the boys. Kurt had of course heard of quidditch and knew it was some sort of sport in the wizarding world, but he was as knowledgeable about it as Jeff was about the concept of television – which was to say not very knowledgeable. What exactly happened during quidditch? And why did everyone in the Wizarding World make it out to be an even bigger deal than football was to muggles.

Midway through lifting the fork to his mouth Blaine noticed the confusion on Kurt's face.

"Jeff, Nick, and the twins are on Gryffindor's team." He explained. "They're up against Hufflepuff tomorrow. Usually an easy team to beat, but they got a new chaser this year. He's really good."

"Chaser?" Kurt said quizzically.

Blaine mirrored his puzzled expression. "Have you never seen a quidditch match before?"

"No. My mentor tried to explain it to me a few times, but I always zoned out or left the room when she brought it up."

"I can explain it a bit before the game tomorrow if you like." Blaine offered.

It wasn't very likely that he'd pay attention anyway, but regardless he shrugged and said, "Okay."

… A bit was really understating it.

The second they left the table, Blaine dove into an animated, not-so-brief overview of the sport.

"There's the keeper, three chasers, two beaters, and a seeker. Then there are four balls: two bludgers, a quaffle, and the snitch. Got it?"

Blaine managed to lose Kurt somewhere between broomsticks and scarves. He tried to keep up, he really did try, but it was all terribly confusing. He ended up smiling and nodding while staring at Blaine's lips move. It was a happy moment for Kurt when they finally parted ways for class. It seemed under all those layers of good fashion sense and dapper smiles Blaine was truly a boy.

The next time they met up was before lunch and Blaine instantly picked right back up where they left off. Kurt hadn't the heart to tell him he wasn't all too interested. Ironically, Kurt's savior ended up being Gruffindor's quidditch captain.

Blaine only stopped midway through his explanation about some cup when the tall seventh year boy took a seat near them. Kurt recognized the boy as Andrew Watson – Gryffindor team captain and chaser.

"Hey, Drew." He greeted.

"Blaine." Watson nodded in his direction. He turned away from them and loudly called down the Gryffindor table, "Everybody in!"

The rest of the team reluctantly dropped their spoons mid-bite to scoot down the bench toward the huddle.

Watson leaned in and said quietly, "Now you all know that Hufflepuff has got a Chaser, Hill –"

"Hall." Kurt instantly corrected.

Watson glared at him for eavesdropping, but the other boys gave him curious looks.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I'm not deaf. Evelyn wouldn't shut up about how hot he was 'and a quidditch player.'"

"Well she wasn't wrong." Blaine said. "He likes to work out shirtless too."

Watson shouted, "I don't care if his abs have abs!" There was a noticeable drop in the great hall's usual noise. Watson ran his hands down his face and continued, "Unless it affects his catching abilities –"

"Blaine and Kurt aren't even on the team so they can still ogle him all they like." Oliver pointed out with a wink in their direction.

"He's good, that's all that matters!"

"Good?" Nick said incredulously.

"He's a God!" Jeff said. "Er, you know, for a Hufflepuff and all."

"Whatever, he's still got a weakness. I found out that a few years ago he broke his right arm –"

"First, stalking isn't cool Watson."

"And second, how is that relevant?"

"He's a muggleborn." Watson's face lit up like muggleborns were suddenly the greatest thing ever. "It was a nasty break and he had to wear a cast for six months. It still gives him problems every now and then. Remember that. And Hufflepuff may have gotten a new VIP but their beaters are still having issues, they can hardly cooperate with one another."

Nick grinned. "Aren't you glad Jeff and I aren't like that?"

"If you behaved like they do I would personally beat you with your own bat."

"Then it's a good thing we don't plan on it."

"There's one more thing. I was going to wait until we're in the locker rooms, but I can't."

Everyone that heard leaned in. Watson gave a nearby group of girls an annoyed look but continued.

"I was walking around the second floor and I happened to overhear –"

"– that what you call hanging around in the staff room's cabinet?"

Watson was too excited to get onto Liam. He blurted out, "McGonagall confirmed that Harry is coming to watch!"

The table erupted in excited chatter.

"What!"

"Harry never goes to matches anymore." Oliver said suspiciously.

"Well he's coming to this one." said Watson.

"Merlin! Now we have to win!"

Kurt turned to Blaine and asked, "Who's Harry?"

Everyone that heard went silent and stared.

"Who's Harry?" Wes said, aghast.

"Harry? The Harry?"

"Guys calm down. He's from the Muggle world," Blaine looked at Kurt. "It's okay, I'll explain that too."

Kurt's stomach dropped. If he had to listen to another rant on some vague quidditch player, he might need to borrow Jeff's bat for himself.

"I can't believe you don't know who Harry Potter is." Nick shook his head.

"Wait, Harry as in Potter. That Harry?"

"Obviously." David and Wes said, looking unimpressed.

"Why didn't you say so? Oh my god, he's coming here to Hogwarts?"

"He did used to go to school here."

"And he's not coming," Watson said. "He is here. Arrived this morning, he's probably in Longbottom's office."

"Whoa Kurt, you're not going to hunt him down are you?"

Kurt was in a daze. "I can't believe I'm going to be in the same stadium as him. In close proximity to a Potter."

Some snorted at this.

Watson shrugged. "You're in the presence of a Lupin every day and he's basically Harry's son. Speaking of, where is that little bugger. . .?"

Kurt's jaw dropped. "What?"

"He's his Godson Why do you think Harry's coming anyway? He wouldn't miss Teddy's first game."

"Lupin as in Teddy Lupin?"

"How many times are we going to go through this?" Watson huffed.

At this time said second year entered the Great Hall, promptly smacking into the doors before staggering to the end of their table and collapsing into a seat.

"Please tell me Teddy has more grace in the air than he does on his own feet." Kurt sighed.

"TEDDY!" Watson shouted and motioned the boy over.

The team shielded their ears and glared at their captain.

"You're part of the team too. We're talking tactics." Watson told Teddy once he took a seat.

The quidditch boys and Blaine continued their team discussion. At that point Kurt zoned out, having had enough sports talk for the day.

Kurt couldn't help but glance at Teddy every so often. At every covert glance, Kurt took in details of the boy like he was really seeing him for the first time. He had sandy hair, dark twinkling eyes, some freckles here and there. Except for something he couldn't quite put his finger on, Teddy was very ordinary.

He wondered who his parents were. After all they must be very influential or rich for them to have named Harry Potter as their child's godfather. One didn't simply do that unless they were that or family. He didn't know much about the Potter's other than what Harry Potter looked like, and judging from Ginny Potter's side of the family, Teddy couldn't possibly have come from there.

After Watson disbanded the team meeting most of the boys stayed and talked, while the rest scattered throughout the hall, Teddy among them. He went back to the end of the table with only a book for company, and read while scooping pudding into his mouth between every page turn. At the end of breakfast he grabbed his things and left. Kurt's eyes followed him out.

"Kurt?"

Kurt snapped back into reality where Blaine was looking at him.

"You're staring. You're not going to start following Teddy around like a fangirl, are you?"

Kurt flushed in embarrassment; he didn't even realize he was staring. "Of course not. I'm just shocked is all."

"It's always surprising how many people don't know that. Then I suppose it's not like Teddy actually lives with him, and I'm sure Harry tries to keep him away from the press."

"Sorry, I – why doesn't Teddy have any friends?" Kurt felt a little uncomfortable asking such a question, but his curiosity was too great. Anyway, many of the Hall's occupants were leaving or too immersed in their own conversations to care.

Blaine furrowed his brow.

"I don't – I don't mean to pry or anything." He said quickly. "He just looks lonely."

Blaine's expression softened. "Ah," was all he said. He stood up and motioned for Kurt to follow him out.

They walked at a leisurely pace in silence until they were out on the grounds. Kurt felt more and more awkward about his question.

"I wouldn't say he has no friends. That would be an incredibly wrong assumption, especially considering the size of his family. He just doesn't really have many close friends at the school. You know?"

"Yeah. I mean it when I say I don't mean to pry, but he really does look lonely, it's just not so obvious." Kurt babbled. "I feel sort of bad about it. Am I being totally creepy right now?"

Blaine smiled. "It's sweet that you care. I mean genuinely. Last year when he first came here, he was the shiny new toy to play with. Then when he kept to himself and didn't tell people all of these crazy stories about the Great Harry Potter they got bored. Besides that, a lot of the kids his age don't understand a lot of things, like people our age still don't. Harry's a pretty smart guy; it's definitely rubbed off on Teddy, who is beyond his years in some ways. That in itself makes it hard. Most kids just don't understand some things the way Teddy does. He's a little more sensitive to those subjects because he's been talked to about them, among other things."

"Well, thanks for putting up with my stupid questions and complete ignorance of simple magical concepts."

"Its fine, it's not like it's a huge secret," Blaine admitted. "But still, it'd be appreciated if you didn't go talking about this to everyone."

"My lips are sealed."

After their conversation, Blaine took him to a spot underneath a willow tree that overlooked the Great Lake. Neither of them had class so they just sat there for a while, admiring the scenery.

Kurt was grateful for Blaine telling him about Teddy, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was still missing something; there were too many holes in his words to be dismissed. However, he let it go. It was none of his business no matter how curious it was.

The day of the first quidditch match of the year arrived – Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff – and everyone was excited.

All over the school people were holding up banners and doing other little things to support either house. Students had divided themselves between the two houses and sported either yellow and black or burgundy and gold. For the most part, Slytherins sided with Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw with Gryffindor. Kurt himself was wearing a Gryffindor rosette attached to his yellow and burgundy scarf. The scarf was borrowed from Blaine and the rosette was forced upon him by the twins. He had only ended up accepting it when they said they would leave. ("You'll be lucky if we don't paint your face when you're sleeping!")

Besides the ridiculous number of fashion faux pas done in the name of school spirit, some of the more creative people enchanted the banners to make noise or flash colors. Kurt found the whole thing very intriguing having never been at a divided school before now, and a magic one at that.

The Great Hall was filled with enthusiastic chatter when Kurt strolled in with Jeff.

David spotted the pair and shooed Blaine further down the bench so they could sit.

"Look who finally got out of bed." Blaine bumped shoulders with Kurt in greeting.

Kurt rubbed his eyes blearily. "'Morning."

He was answered with a few mumbled hellos.

"Good afternoon, Kurt." Blaine teased.

"Whatever. It's Saturday." Kurt said. "What's their deal?"

"Don't mind them, They won't stop acting like trolls until they've won." said Blaine.

David poked Oliver with his wand experimentally. Oliver grunted in response.

Blaine's lips twitched. "See?"

"Speaking of quidditch, when do we go down to the stadium?"

Blaine pushed up his robe sleeve to check his watch. "We've got at least an hour, so take your time."

Kurt looked over the table's many dishes and inhaled deeply. His mouth watered as he grabbed a bowl of porridge topped with strawberries. With a delighted groan, he lifted up a spoonful to his lips. As he did so Teddy dropped into the seat across the table and he promptly dropped the silverware.

Teddy was wearing a cheerful grin and a Gryffindor scarf and quidditch robes. His clothes weren't the only things red and yellow. His hair was a deep burgundy, which would have been fine had it not been complemented by bright yellow eyebrows. Kurt seemed to be the only one aghast.

He was on the verge of crying out, "Teddy what have you done!" However, Blaine spoke before he could do so. "Nicely done, Teddy." He ruffled Teddy's atrocious locks. "Is that new?"

Kurt blinked. Was he serious?

Teddy bounced in his seat excitedly. "Yeah. I perfected it last week. It's a funny story actually."

The twins actually snapped out of their quidditch-induced trance long enough to high-five the boy. "Alright mate!" They praised him.

"Hey, if you figure out how to transform into a lion you could be our mascot!" Jeff suggested.

Teddy gave him a doubtful look. "I think I'll pass."

Kurt finally found his voice. "Teddy where did you get the stuff to do that?"

Teddy looked at him blankly. "Do what?"

Kurt gestured to his hair and eyebrows emphatically. Blaine alone seemed to understand his confusion.

"Oh! Teddy here is a metamorphmagus, he can change his appearance at will."

Kurt's eyes nearly popped out of his skull.

"Here, I'll show you." Teddy screwed up his face. His nose elongated and flattened a little before going back to normal. Afterwards, he appeared a bit put out, as though it had meant to be more impressive. "I'd have done something a little more obvious, but I don't want to risk my eyebrows not changing back." He said, his eyes flitting about dishonestly.

Nonetheless, Kurt was deeply impressed. "Wow." He breathed.

Teddy sighed and dropped his chin into his hands. "I meant to do a duck face."

Kurt snickered a bit at his word choice. Beneath the table Blaine lightly bumped his knee against Kurt's making him press his lips firmly together.

Blaine laid a hand on Teddy's shoulder. "It's fine Teddy. That in itself was amazing."

While Blaine was attempting to cheer the boy up, Kurt was practically bursting at the seams with excitement. "That was incredible!" He blurted. "How can you do that?"

Teddy shrugged. "It's genetic. My mother was a metamorphmagus too."

The use of past tense was not lost on Kurt. He struggled for a moment, knowing how difficult it was when others brought it up to him, but not wanting to come off nonplussed.

Naturally, Blaine was the one defuse the awkward tension, "Yeah, Teddy here can do lots of things with his abilities.

"What all can you do? Can you change your height? Your bone structure?"

After Kurt finished giving Teddy the third degree he proceeded to look him over very thoroughly, much to Teddy's dismay.

Blaine, mistaking Teddy's expression for being overwhelmed, laughed, "Slow down Kurt!"

At that point Wes joined them. "Look out Blaine," He said with an uncharacteristic mischievous glint in his eye. "If you're not careful Kurt will be Teddy's new best friend."

"I don't mind." Teddy said earnestly.

Kurt took no time jumping into a conversation about Teddy's abilities. As a naturally very curious person who was in complete awe of the oddities of the wizarding world, Teddy's abilities stirred great interest in him. He hardly noticed the quidditch boys leave and they might have missed the match if not for Blaine.

"We'll continue this conversation in the common room." Kurt mumbled to Teddy, attempting to slip out of Blaine's hearing. Of course, Blaine heard anyway, but when Kurt glanced at him he was conveniently busy staring at the ceiling.

Teddy nodded and laughed, then ran after his teammates.

As for the Kurt and Blaine, they took their time walking to the field. They strolled through the castle and Kurt caught Blaine covertly watching him several times. He didn't say anything until they had reached the grounds.

"What?" Kurt finally asked.

Blaine didn't even pretend to look sheepish about having been caught staring. "I must say I'm impressed. I think that's the most words I've ever seen anyone get out of Teddy in one sitting." Blaine admitting, looking truly impressed.

Kurt cocked his head. "What about you?"

"Besides me, of course." Blaine said rolling his eyes and trying to look cool. The façade got him a grin and a halfhearted shove. Then Blaine was giving him that serious look of his that made Kurt swoon. "But seriously, did you not notice? Even the twins were staring."

Kurt tried not to appear smug and failed miserably. "I guess I just have that effect on people."

"That you do." Blaine pretended to sigh.

Kurt stood there laughing until Blaine gave him a warm smile and pulled him by the hand toward the entrance to the stadium.

The field was insanely crowded. It wasn't until then that Kurt was hit by the realization of how many students and teachers actually attended Hogwarts. The stands surrounding the field were overflowing – and it was no small field. He had thought that the McKinley football games drew a lot of attention, but it had nothing on this. Here one could barely hear their own thoughts.

Behind him, Blaine placed both hands on his waist and propelled him forward. Together, they plunged into the mass of people. For once, Kurt was grateful for Blaine's ignorance of personal space. If his hands weren't holding onto Kurt, he most likely would have gone astray before he could reach the stands, and this was no place to get lost in. Blaine pulled them through to the top corner, between the Gryffindor clad Ravenclaws and the real lions. It was a little less rowdy there but still loud enough it could have drowned out a small concert.

They stood there for a very long time and it felt like an eternity had passed before the real match began. Kurt watched in complete awe as the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor players kicked off on their brooms.

"Oh, hey. Jeff's waving at us." Blaine observed through his binoculars.

He passed them over to Kurt to see, but before he could even lift them to his face, Jeff had zoomed over with Nick in tow and they were hovering not far above them. With a wicked grin on their faces, the pair dive-bombed toward the stands and right through a strip of people, cutting two straight lines behind them. Apparently, this was no new trick of the two beaters' and the people in the crowd ducked just in time not to get hit. Kurt and Blaine laughed merrily as their friends flew overhead. Blaine even managed to stick his hand up high enough to slap hands with Nick.

"Don't sic the referee on us before the game's even started! C'mon gentlemen, focus!" Watson shouted once his beaters had returned to the field.

Far off in the middle of the field the referee lifted her whistle up to her lips signaling the players to start. As she blew it, she tossed the quaffle high into the air. The game began.

Hufflepuff ended up being the first to score. Hall just managed to slip past David. Those in the crowd dawning Hufflepuff attire cheered screamed.

"And Hufflepuff makes the first score." A sorrowful voice resounded through the stadium.

For the first time, Kurt noticed that Wes wasn't in the stands with them. He around the stadium and his eyes landed on the commentator's box.

"Hufflepuff's keeper takes a bludger to the chest, OUCH! And with that distraction, Gryffindor's chaser scores – Nice one, Watson – the scores have been evened out – A play by – OOOOH! Come one, Duvall shake it off."

"Oh gosh," Blaine murmured.

Kurt squinted in the direction Blaine had his binoculars pointed just in time to witness Nick slip off his broom. Nick was holding onto the thin wooden section by only one of his hands. He was just about to swing himself back up onto his broom when a bludger flew straight at him. The demonic ball slammed into him square in the jaw. The brief collision was enough to knock Nick out ad send him plummeting toward the ground. On the other side of the pitch Jeff had noticed and sped over, but he was just not fast enough. Fortunately for Nick he hadn't been too high off the ground and had a sloping piece of tarp to soften the fall. He slid down it until her rolled onto the ground

The crowd looked on with baited breath as a Madam Pomfrey checked him over. She magically lifted his limp body onto a stretcher and took him to the edge of the field. There she gave him a more thorough inspection and tended to his wounds. Jeff quickly joined them. However, after a few minutes, Madam Pomfrey shooed Jeff back to his teammates. With the game back in action and Jeff up in the air, they could only assume Nick wasn't in any mortal peril.

Kurt wiped the sweat off of his brow and let out a breath of relief. "Oh my dear god."

Blaine snorted weakly. "Yeah, well. It isn't a quidditch match until Nick's been knocked off his broom."

With danger out of the way for the day, Kurt managed to get back to watching the game and quickly became so enthralled that he nearly forgot about Nick. He almost felt guilty about doing so, but he was following Blaine's lead and if he said Nick would be fine he would believe him.

"With no reserves, it appears that Gryffindor will have to continue on a beater down." Wes said grimly. "No matter. Sterling ought to be a match for even two bludgers."

Right after Wes said that, one of the bludgers zoomed toward David. Jeff dived straight for it and whacked it before it could hit its target.

"Nice save by Gryffindor's last remaining beater – and Hufflepuff takes the quaffle – they're chaser Hall makes the shot and scores – ooh, but Liam Omsen comes up and gains possession – "

Suddenly the Gryffindor supporters roared. Although, it wasn't because Liam nabbed the quaffle.

"Lupin has caught the snitch ladies and gentlemen! GRYFFINDOR WINS!" Wes screamed.

Kurt's eyes bounced over to where the second year Gryffindor was floating and fist punching the air. He had completely forgotten about Teddy to be honest. When he told Blaine this, he assured him that it was pretty easy to until the end of the match. It made him feel a little better – that is, until he remembered that he had forgotten Nick as well.

Seemingly reading his thoughts, Blaine nudged him. "Let's go check on Nick!" He shouted, but his voice was so relatively quiet he might have whispered it.

By the time they made it to the field, Nick was already being levitated to the hospital wing with Jeff close at hand.

"Blaine!" Nick bellowed, looking slightly out of it. "We won!"

Blaine laughed and shook his head. "I know Nick! Congratulations!" He called back.

There was lots of hugging and high fives once they made it closer to the center. Kurt wasn't sure exactly what Blaine was searching for until he was being pulled toward in the direction of a man standing off to the side of the celebrations.

"There Harry is!"

Kurt's eyes widened.

"Let's go!"

"Go where?" He asked dumbly.

"To say hello of course!"

Kurt rapidly shook his head. "No, no, no – Blaine!"

Blaine grinned. "It'll be fine!" Blaine's firm grip on his hand tightened and he basically dragged Kurt with him. In Blaine's defense Kurt really didn't fight too hard as he was in too much shock.

"Harry!" Blaine called. "Harry!"

To Kurt's surprise, Harry looked straight at them and grinned broadly.

"Alright, Blaine?" Harry didn't have to raise his voice much since most of the noise was yards away.

"I'm great! You?"

"Alright, Blaine? Congratulations on another Gryffindor victory!"

Blaine's eyes were wide from all the excitement and he couldn't help but bounce up and down on the balls of his feet. "Thanks. We were really worried there for a bit. Hufflepuff's new chaser is good."

"I'm sure the scouts will be looking into that one, but their beaters can't work together to save their seeker, as we all saw. I've never seen two beaters argue in the air that much." Harry Potter said baffled.

Kurt tried to retain his composer but it was slowly cracking. Unfortunately for him, Blaine wasn't one to just let him stand silently in the background.

"I wanted you to meet someone. This is Kurt Hummel." He introduced them. "He's transfer too."

Harry took Kurt's free hand and he nearly fainted. "I'm, I'm Kurt," he said stupidly "it's n-nice to meet you!" He squeaked.

"Are you a Phoenix too?" Harry asked politely.

Blaine sensed Kurt's newfound inability to speak and jumped in, "No, he's not. Not for long though if the boys have their way. They're all doing great, by the way." Blaine chattered. "We're all pumped for competition. There's even a rumour that we get to compete against Beauxbaton!"

"Excellent. Make sure to mind the veelas." Harry said very seriously.

Blaine laughed. "I don't think that will be a problem, but I'll tell the others."

"You didn't tell me you were coming!" Teddy sprinted out of the crowd and knocked straight into Harry Potter.

"Sorry, Teddy. It was a surprise. . . Did you transform your eyebrows?"

Teddy nodded enthusiastically.

"Brilliant. I'll have to tell Andromeda, and Victiore will be excited too."

"We should probably be off then. It was good to see you." Blaine said.

"Before you run off, I have to ask – nothing strange has been going on at the school recently, has it?"

Blaine looked thoughtful for a moment and then shook his head. "Nothing out of the ordinary. If it did you'd be the first to know. You know David would have a heart attack if anything like the last two years happened again. Why do you ask?"

"The Department of Magical Transportation has taken an interest in the increase in floo traffic this past month. As it turns out someone's been using the network to travel internationally."

"No. Haven't heard anything about it at all." Blaine fibbed. "As I said, there's celebrations to attend and all!"

"Where are we going?" Kurt asked as they strode away quickly.

Blaine grinned. "To the celebrations of course."

Before he could ask Blaine had an arm around his waist and was dragging him back toward the crowd. As they left the stadium they passed by a group of disappointed Hufflepuffs. Kurt honestly felt for them. If this was the high he was getting for winning, he couldn't imagine how terrible losing would feel.

After all of the excitement of the day, Kurt was positive his voice would be shot tomorrow, yet he couldn't bring himself to regret it. The energy had been exhilarating! The greatest part of all was that the excitement never subsided and Kurt was high off of it. Kurt decided then and there that he very much liked quidditch. At least now he could appreciate why quidditch was the Wizarding world's favorite sport.

"C'mon, now you get to go to your first champion's party."

The corridors were strangely empty. It was understandable where the Gryffindors would be at this time, but he couldn't even imagine why the rest of the houses barring Hufflepuff would be holed up. However, Kurt didn't have much time to think about it because Blaine had opened the Fat Lady portrait to reveal a common room full of celebrating Gryffindors. Right in the centre Wes and David held up Watson on their shoulders.

Behind Kurt and Blaine a few seventh years crawled through carrying bags full of bottles.

"Firewhiskey!" They shouted.

"Don't drink any, stick to the butterbeer." Blaine warned him.

It didn't take Kurt long up find out why. The boys who did drink the Firewhiskey were obviously very drunk. They stumbled to the edge of the room and started dancing wildly to the music that blasted from the old wizard radio. Blaine stayed with him on the other side of the room away from the dancing. Any attempts at conversation were drowned out, so they sat drinking their butterbeer and watched their friends.

Wes threw duty to the wind and danced with his Ravenclaw girlfriend, whom he had helped sneak in. He wasn't drunk, but he wasn't entirely sober either. Nick, having been fixed up in a jiffy by Madame Pomfrey, now danced in the middle of it all with Jeff. He and Jeff were some of the few who hadn't actually had anything heavier than pumpkin juice. One of the twins was on the dance floor and the other was in the chair next to them laughing at his brother.

This went on for several hours. The party didn't even begin to die down until well past midnight. Some people crashed on the common room floor, the rest went to their dormitories.

"Are all post game parties that wild?" Kurt asked.

"Just the first game and the final match. They don't usually break out the alcohol unless we win the Quiddith Cup."

They parted ways at the top of the stairs and went to their separate dorms.

It took Kurt several hours afterwards to actually fall asleep since he was still reeling from the excitement of the day. The last thing that went through his mind before he drifted off, again, was that he was really going to like it there.