This is pretty raw- It's eight am where I am at. I'll be given this a combover once I've woken up. In the mean time, if you notice any mistakes, do let me know!

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The end of the year came about a lot faster than he'd expected, though that might've been due to the sheer amount of Grandfather-less nights he'd had since the headmaster had figured out his second name.

Something that was rather worrying for him in truth.

The first time in the year that he'd actually wanted to see his grandfather, if for nothing else but advice on going forward, the man elects to essentially start ignoring him.

He wasn't sure what to make of it- Maybe his grandfather was mad at him? Disappointed even? Maybe it was a test of some sort?

It certainly wasn't the first time his grandfather had done it.

Needless to say, he was rather dreading the coming meeting, even if he looked forward to it as he figured his grandfather likely had some sort of plan in mind to deal with a Dumbledore that knew who he really was.

Filing that thought away, he instead chose to focus ahead of him, his gaze on the Hogwart's owls currently dropping everyone's test results before them.

In a few days' time, they were all bound back for the train that had brought them here... And much like his future meeting with a possibly disappointed Grindelwald, he certainly wasn't looking forward to it.

On the bright side, barring his explicit actions in handing Gryffindor a cup they didn't deserve- Though he certainly had to applaud the man's way of doing it- Dumbledore hadn't actually interacted with him much. The man for all intents and purposes actually giving him space.

For whatever reason.

If the situation was reversed, he certainly wouldn't.

The sound of ripped paper quickly took his attention from beside him, his gaze turning towards Tracey Davis, Daphne in between them, ripping open her results letter. He watched as her earlier nervousness was promptly replaced by sheer relief-

She must've done well he supposed, though given how easy the tests were he doubted-

"I only got two poors! I am acceptable in everything else!" The girl whooped out with glee.

He blinked at that response. And blinked again as he tried to process it.

...He couldn't help but wonder if the girl remembered their head of house taught potions- Or for that matter, had she even considered his reaction to a Slytherin getting a poor in it!?

He literally made things easier for them!

Still... The rest of her words were rather telling and so with a mild hint of wariness, he turned to his own letter and opened it up.

Maybe they were tricker than he'd thought-

Daphne's giggle worried him all the more as she joined in her friend's cheer, the two exchanging their results sheet.

"You got an Exceeding in Transfiguration!" Tracey remarked with shock, while Daphne preened at the words, his own hurried attempt to look at his result slowing down in confusion. "Isn't that like an eighty or something?" The girl's voice quieted down, though still filled with surprise.

"Almost got two actually!" The black-haired girl added on with a grin. "Acceptable in everything else though, so mom and dad won't have anything to complain about."

The moment he actually looked at his own results, he couldn't help the snort that came out.

Turns out he was worried over nothing as he promptly dropped the paper onto the table and proceeded to lay his head over his arms, boredom filling him as he waited for the 'festivities' to end.

Alas, that was the moment Daphne turned her gleeful expression towards him, her hand deftly picking up his results sheet.

"Didn't do as well as you'd hoped-" Whatever she'd been about to say died down as she choked on her own words. "How in Merlin's beard..." The girl remarked, utterly bemused as she switched her gaze between him and the result.

Tracey took that moment to peek over the girl's shoulder and promptly dropped her jaw.

"The tests were a joke," He deadpanned.

With a huff, the black-haired girl promptly threw the results sheet filled with nothing but Outstandings towards him and muttered under her own breath.

"...Least I have a life..."

He nodded serenely to the words.

"One that peaks at eighty apparently,"

Needless to say, barring the twitch from the girl, he'd been saved from the rest of her reaction by Theodore Nott, exclaiming from the other side as he sneaked a peak onto Blaise's paper.

"How the hell did you fail History?" The boy barked out with a laugh. "Freakin' Davis got an acceptable on that!"

Her name being used seemed to break the girl out of her stupor as she promptly balled up and threw the opened letter at the boy.

Meanwhile, Daphne just kept on staring at him with a hint of jealousy- Presumably. He wasn't particularly sure how to read the girl's emotions if he was honest.

"...I am studying with you from the start of term next year." The girl deadpanned.

"Maybe you'll be able to get an outstanding in the first year tests then." He grinned back, earning a pair of rolled eyes in response.

"You know, you kinda look like Malfoy when you grin."

He rolled his eyes in return and promptly stood up from his seat, earning a surprised look in return- Tracey and Blaise didn't seem to notice given their current bickering. Twisting around on the spot, he took a few steps towards the Gryffindor table, Daphne's following gaze somewhat... uncomfortable if he was honest.

"Oi, Hermione," He called out, quickly earning the ecstatic girl's attention. "How'd you do?" He questioned as he idly took a seat beside her, earning a pair of eyes from every corner at that. "All Outstandings over here-"

"Same," The girl remarked excitedly as she brought her results up to his face.

Unsurprisingly reall-

He tilted his head the slightest bit as he took notice of her charm's result.

"A hundred and twelve percent..." He blinked a few times as he stared at it. "What? How?"

The girl's elation seemed to grow in size at the reaction.

"I corrected one of the errors on the question, so they gave me extra marks." A single beat passed as confusion momentarily filtered through her face. "Didn't you notice it?"

He had.

"...Yeah, I just ignored it so I didn't hurt the idiot who wrote it's feelings." He deadpanned. "Didn't want them taking away points-" He let out a sigh. "There really is nothing normal about this school, is there?" At the look of confusion, he simply shook his head and placed a smile on his smile. "Congratulations though, you certainly beat me at it," He chuckled good-naturedly.

Granger rolled her eyes at him.

"You can use wandless magic," The girl remarked pointedly. "I can't."

He hummed at the words.

"According to that paper, you should be twelve percent better at Wandless Magic than me." She let a laugh out at that one.

"Real funny." She remarked after said laughter quickly went back under control.

With another sigh, and judging by the pairs of eyes that seemed to be staring at him, he promptly stood up, went back to his seat and did not in fact start pouting again.

Even if Daphne repeatedly said he was, though for whatever reason a large amount of her previous attitude seemed to have dwindled down.

Still, given the numerous turn of events throughout his first year, he supposed it was somewhat reassuring that it all ended on a rather anti-climactic note.

Boring was good, really. It was something he could find himself comfortable in.

Now if only the rest of the world agreed with him...

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And that officially marks the end of the first year! The next chapter will start off with the train journey back, and end in the Orphanage!

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