Yo! I'm back! Enjoy the chapter y'all!
PS: I might change the timetables later to make them accommodate my story, might be a bit weird in some instances but hey, its my story and if it makes the plot work, fine by me. Plus I think timetables changing isn't the most outrageous thing in the world, even in Hogwarts.
2nd of September 1994, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
The Hogwarts library was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of pages turning and the soft footsteps of students wandering between the towering shelves. Adrian found himself a seat at a corner table, flanked by Terry and Padma. They were deep into a discussion about which was harder, Divination or Transfiguration.
He leaned back in his chair, letting his gaze wander around the room. It was massive—far larger than the cramped libraries at Durmstrang—and far more welcoming. The scent of parchment and old books filled the air, and the warm, golden light filtering in through the high windows gave the space an almost sacred feel.
He was absently scanning the shelves when someone caught his eye.
It was that girl. The same one that he saw when he was in the shops at Diagon Alley. She was seated at a table near the back of the library, half-hidden behind a stack of books. Her wavy blonde hair cascaded down her back, and she was dressed in green and silver trimmed robes.
A Slytherin huh, interesting. Her posture was relaxed, one leg crossed over the other, but her expression was focused as she flipped through a thick, ancient-looking book.
"She's definitely something," he thought again, echoing his words from before.
As if sensing his gaze, the girl glanced up.
This time, there was no immediate glare. Instead, her expression was curious, as though she recognized him too.
For a moment, neither of them looked away. The silence stretched, and he felt something akin to a pull form her. Huh.
Padma's voice broke his concentration. "Adrian, you listening?"
"Huh?" He blinked, tearing his gaze away from the girl. "Yeah, sorry. What were you saying?"
Padma gave him a suspicious look, following his gaze toward the back of the library. When she spotted the girl, her eyes narrowed slightly.
"Ah," Padma murmured. "I see."
Terry leaned over. "See what?"
"That girl," Padma said, nodding subtly toward the blonde. "The one Adrian was staring at."
Terry squinted. "Oh. Daphne Greengrass. Yeah she is pretty hot."
Adrian raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly as he glanced at Terry. "Didn't know you had a type, Boot."
Terry chuckled. "I'm just saying what everyone else is thinking. Pretty hard not to notice someone like that."
Padma's expression shifted ever so slightly—her lips pressed into a thin line, and her gaze dropped to the book in her lap. Adrian caught the change in her demeanour but didn't comment on it right away.
"Yeah?" Adrian asked, keeping his tone casual. "What's her deal?"
Terry shrugged. "Pure-blood family, old money. Her lot are all about tradition and appearances. They keep to themselves, don't get mixed up in all the drama like Malfoy and his crew. I imagine she is very private person."
Padma finally spoke, her voice quiet but firm. "Private? Please," Padma scoffed, her tone sharper than usual. "She's just a bitch."
Adrian's eyebrow shot up at her bluntness. "That's… kinda harsh. You could be right, but I haven't met her yet."
Padma closed her book with a decisive snap, leaning forward slightly. Her gaze was steady, though there was a faint edge to it. "Not really. Daphne walks around like she's above everyone else. She says she doesn't bother with petty drama because she thinks she's above that. Cold, distant, and thinks she is untouchable."
Right. I guess she is like the rest of the Slytherins, thought Adrian.
Terry leaned back in his chair, grinning. "You know, Padma, you sound a bit jealous."
Padma shot him a withering glare. "Jealous? of Greengrass? Please. I am also untouchable." she added with a smirk.
Terry laughed. "Sure you are."
Adrian chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. Enough about Daphne Greengrass. What's next on your timetables?"
Terry pulled out his schedule and grinned. "Free period after this. Thinking of hitting the Quidditch pitch or maybe the common room, with the season this year cancelled I imagine there'll be a lot more free time to just fly on it."
Padma glanced at hers. "Muggle Studies. It's not too bad, but I'm not really in the mood for it today."
Terry smirked. "So you've got Muggle Studies, and I've got nothing. And Adrian—"
"Arithmancy," Adrian finished, folding his own timetable and tucking it into his pocket.
Terry gave him a look of mock pity. "Arithmancy, eh? That should be fun."
Adrian shrugged. "It can't be worse than Snape's class this morning. Plus I enjoy arithmancy."
Padma rolled her eyes. "It'll be fine. I've heard Professor Vector is strict, but fair."
After a few moments the three of them packed up their books and left the library, walking through the bustling corridors toward the Great Hall.
Lunch was lively, the chatter filling the air as students gathered at their house tables. Adrian sat with Padma and Terry at the Ravenclaw table, enjoying the warm, hearty meal. The conversation drifted from classes to Quidditch and the upcoming Triwizard Tournament.
Adrian found himself relaxing again, falling into the rhythm of Hogwarts life. It felt a bit more natural now—less foreign, less like he was an outsider. He could get used to this.
After lunch, Padma and Terry split off, leaving Adrian to head to his Arithmancy class alone.
"Good luck," Terry called over his shoulder. "Try not to show off too much."
Adrian smirked. "I'll manage."
After lunch Adrian made his way towards the Arithmancy class.
As he rounded a corner near the Charms corridor, he spotted someone familiar walking ahead of him: Hermione Granger.
She was carrying a stack of books that looked far too heavy for her small frame, her bushy hair bouncing slightly as she walked with purpose. Adrian smirked. There was something oddly endearing about her determination to carry half the library around with her.
"Need a hand, Hermione?" he called out, quickening his pace to catch up.
Hermione glanced over her shoulder, startled for a moment before recognizing him. "Oh! Adrian, hello. No, I'm fine, really."
"You sure?" he asked, tilting his head. "Because it looks like those books are about to topple over."
She gave him a small, appreciative smile. "Well, maybe just one or two. Thanks."
Adrian stepped forward, effortlessly taking the top three books from her stack. "Better?"
"Much better. Thank you." Hermione adjusted the remaining books in her arms and glanced at him curiously. "Arithmancy next?"
"Yeah. You too?"
She nodded. "It's one of my favourite subjects. Professor Vector is brilliant."
Adrian chuckled. "Good to know. I've always enjoyed the more practical subjects. Arithmancy at Durmstrang was kinda weak, but I've heard it's more theoretical here."
Hermione's eyes lit up with interest. "You studied Arithmancy at Durmstrang? I didn't know it was part of their core curriculum."
"It wasn't mandatory," Adrian explained. "But I figured it would be useful. Numbers and patterns are pretty universal in magic."
Hermione nodded, clearly impressed. "That's a good way to look at it. Most students shy away from Arithmancy because they find it too abstract."
"Well, I've never been one to shy away from a challenge," Adrian said with a smirk.
Hermione laughed softly, a sound that caught him off guard. It wasn't often that he saw her relax, at least not from what he'd observed so far.
"So Ravenclaw huh?" Hermione asked with a wiggle of her eyebrow.
Adrian chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, Ravenclaw. Sorry to disappoint."
Hermione smiled warmly. "I wouldn't call it disappointing. Ravenclaw suits you. It makes sense, really."
Adrian raised an eyebrow, amused. "Oh? You think I scream 'bookworm' material?"
Hermione laughed again, a little more openly this time. "Maybe not scream it. But you clearly value knowledge and intelligence, even if you don't make it obvious. I can see why the Sorting Hat chose Ravenclaw. Oh you should read Hogwarts: A History, its a brilliant book really" she gushed.
He grinned. "Maybe I will just later on. Well, I'm glad someone gets it. And you? Let me guess—you're a Gryffindor through and through?"
Hermione hesitated, a small flicker of something thoughtful passing through her expression. "Actually... I was almost a Ravenclaw."
Adrian's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really?"
She nodded. "The Sorting Hat took a long time to decide. It told me I had the mind of a Ravenclaw but the heart of a Gryffindor. It said I could do well in either house." Her voice softened slightly as she added, "I suppose I was what they call a Hatstall."
"A Hatstall, huh?" Adrian leaned in slightly, intrigued. "So you could have been my housemate."
Hermione smiled again, though there was a hint of wistfulness in it.
Yeah, I could have been," Hermione admitted. "But I chose Gryffindor. The Hat said it was my choice in the end."
Adrian chuckled softly, tilting his head as he gave her a curious look. "Why Gryffindor, then? What made you choose it?"
Hermione hesitated for a moment, her fingers tightening around the books she held. "I guess... I wanted to prove something to myself. That I could be brave. That I wasn't just someone who knew a lot of facts, but someone who could actually do something when it mattered."
Adrian nodded slowly, impressed by her honesty. "Makes sense. Courage over comfort, right?"
Hermione gave a small, grateful smile. "Exactly."
They continued walking in comfortable silence for a few more steps before reaching the Arithmancy classroom. Hermione glanced around, scanning the seats.
"I'll sit up front," she said. "Professor Vector prefers when students do."
Adrian smirked. "Of course you would."
Hermione gave him a playful roll of her eyes before walking toward the front row. Adrian scanned the room, deciding against sitting too close to the front. Instead, he picked a seat near the middle, one that gave him a clear view of both the board and the rest of the class.
As he settled in, he noticed students sneaking glances his way, whispering among themselves. He was used to it by now—the curious stares, the hushed speculations about the mysterious transfer student from Durmstrang. He tuned it out, pulling out his parchment and quill, ready for class to begin.
The classroom slowly filled up, students chatting quietly as they prepared for the lesson. Adrian glanced toward the door just in time to see Daphne Greengrass walk in.
She moved with quiet confidence, her expression calm and composed. Her green-and-silver Slytherin robes stood out starkly against the darker tones of the classroom, and her wavy blonde hair caught the light as she glanced around.
Adrian's eyes lingered on her for a moment before he forced himself to look away. He busied himself with arranging his notes, but he couldn't help but notice when Daphne chose a seat directly behind him.
The faint scrape of her chair echoed in the quiet room as she settled in. Adrian could feel her gaze on the back of his head, but he didn't turn around. Instead, he focused on his parchment, jotting down the title of the day's lesson.
Moments later, Professor Vector entered the room, her sharp eyes scanning the class. The chatter died down instantly, replaced by a focused silence.
"Welcome back to Arithmancy," Professor Vector began, her voice firm but not unkind. "For those of you continuing from last year, I expect nothing less than your best work. For our new student…" Her eyes flicked briefly to Adrian, acknowledging him with a nod. "I hope you're ready to catch up quickly."
Adrian met her gaze and gave a respectful nod. "I am."
"Good," Professor Vector said, turning toward the board. "Let's see what Durmstrang teaches their student then Adrian, care to answer a few of my questions?"
Heh, another Professor trying to test him. No worries though. He knew his shit.
"No problem Ma'am, fire away." he said with confidence.
Professor Vector arched an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by Adrian's confidence. She tapped her wand against the board, and a complex set of magical formulas and geometric diagrams appeared. The symbols weren't just numbers—they were intricate combinations of runes and calculus-based equations, layered over multidimensional grids.
"Let's start with something simple," Vector said, her tone indicating that her definition of "simple" was likely different from most. She pointed to an integral equation woven with magical runes.
∫0∞(Φ(t)⋅dψdt)dt=C\int_{0}^{\infty} \left( \Phi(t) \cdot \frac{d\psi}{dt} \right) dt = C∫0∞ (Φ(t)⋅dtdψ )dt=C
"This represents the stabilization of a basic ward," she explained. "The integral tracks the caster's magical output over time, while ψ\psiψ represents the ward's magical frequency. The goal is to balance the output with the natural decay rate of the spell. Can you solve for C, the ward's collapse threshold, under varying magical interference?"
Adrian stood and approached the board, taking a piece of chalk.
He scanned the formula for a moment before speaking. "We're assuming that the interference is an exponential decay function, right?"
Professor Vector nodded approvingly. "Correct. The interference follows an exponential decay model, represented by e−kte^{-kt}e−kt, where k is the decay constant."
Adrian began writing, solving the integral step by step.
C=∫0∞Φ(t)e−ktdtC = \int_{0}^{\infty} \Phi(t) e^{-kt} dtC=∫0∞ Φ(t)e−ktdt
"The key," Adrian said as he worked, "is to stabilize the caster's magical frequency Φ(t)\Phi(t)Φ(t) with a function that offsets the decay constant. Otherwise, the ward will collapse prematurely."
He finished his calculations and stepped back.
C=Φ0kC = \frac{\Phi_0}{k}C=kΦ0
He turned to face the class. "The threshold C is directly proportional to the caster's initial magical output Φ0\Phi_0Φ0 , divided by the decay constant k. In practical terms, if the caster doesn't maintain a stable frequency or compensate for the decay, the ward will fail faster."
There was a beat of silence before Vector nodded, clearly impressed.
"Excellent," she said. "Durmstrang taught you well."
Adrian returned to his seat, and he noticed Hermione glancing back at him, her expression a mix of curiosity and admiration. He gave her a small smirk before turning back to his notes.
"Now," Vector continued, "let's delve deeper into magical field theory. Arithmancy isn't just about solving equations—it's about understanding how magic flows through space and time."
She waved her wand again, and a diagram of a magical ward appeared, overlayed with a grid.
"We'll be working with multidimensional field equations today," Vector explained. "These are essential for anyone interested in advanced spellcraft, particularly in creating complex wards and enchantments."
Adrian couldn't help but grin. This was exactly the kind of challenge he thrived on.
Professor Vector's voice echoed through the room as she continued her lecture. "Magic is not static. It's dynamic, ever-shifting, and it interacts with the environment around it. To create lasting enchantments, one must account for magical fluctuations, environmental interference, and, of course, the caster's own limitations."
Adrian leaned forward, completely engrossed. The equations on the board were beautiful in their complexity, and the way they intertwined with magical theory felt almost like art.
As the lesson progressed, Vector assigned practice problems. Adrian quickly worked through them, his mind buzzing with the mathematical intricacies of spell crafting.
About halfway through the class, he felt a presence behind him.
"You're quick," a soft voice murmured.
Adrian glanced over his shoulder to see Daphne Greengrass. She was leaning slightly over her desk, watching him with a curious expression.
"Years of practice," Adrian replied casually.
Daphne raised an eyebrow. "Most people struggle with this subject."
Adrian shrugged. "Most people don't like to think too hard."
Daphne smirked faintly before returning her attention to her notes. Adrian turned back to his work, but he couldn't shake the feeling that this class was going to be more interesting than he'd anticipated.
As Professor Vector moved around the room, checking their work, Hermione raised her hand. "Professor, could you elaborate on how integrals apply to temporal magic?"
Adrian glanced at Hermione, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. Of course she'd ask that.
"Temporal magic?" Vector said, her eyes lighting up. "Ah, Miss Granger, that's a fascinating application of Arithmancy."
Adrian chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair. This class is fucking sick.
After the lesson ended, he packed up his bags and made his way outside.
It was a fun day to be fair. Even though he was getting some weird looks, at least he wasn't actively being bullied by his entire year. It will definitely be interesting when the rest of the Durmstrang students come for the Tri-wizard tournament. He wondered if Dimitri had put his name down and was going to come to try and compete in it. Probably would, the cocky cunt.
Should he try his chance? It would be kinda crazy if he did. Someone who is barely a Hogwarts student competing, representing the school. There is an age limit though... But who is the unbiased judge that will be selecting the champions? Questions, questions...
He made his way back to the common room and found a decent amount of people just lounging on sofas or working on essays. A couple first years were playing gob stones in the corner and another group of... seventh years? were talking about their N.E.W.T's. Complicated ahh names. (Authors' note: My bad.)
He found himself a spot, next to very intricately designed coloured window, and sat on the chair next to it and whipped out his arithmancy book.
The book detailed complex formulas on magical resonance frequencies and how integrals could be used to calculate the precise timing of spell layers in warding charms. He smirked to himself. This was real magic—none of that "wave-your-wand-and-shout" nonsense. The idea of using calculus to reinforce wards was fascinating.
He traced his finger along a passage.
"...to balance a warding charm, the spellcaster must stabilize the spell's harmonic resonance by integrating the decay function of the surrounding magical environment..."
Adrian grinned. This wasn't something Durmstrang had taught. The focus there was more on raw magical power and intimidation. But here, at Hogwarts, he could refine his craft.
Lost in thought, he didn't notice Terry Boot approach until the boy plopped down in the seat across from him.
"Mate, you've been reading for ages," Terry said, tilting his head to read the cover of Adrian's book. "Didn't realize we had a scholar in our midst."
Adrian snorted. "Just brushing up on some theory. Arithmancy at Hogwarts is more interesting than I thought."
Terry raised an eyebrow. "More interesting? It's bloody impossible."
Adrian chuckled. "It's not that bad. You just need to think about it like this—magic isn't random. It's all about patterns. Numbers. Equations."
Terry made a face. "Patterns, numbers, and equations? Sounds like a nightmare."
"It's more like... architecture," Adrian said, leaning forward. "You can't just throw bricks together and call it a castle. You need to understand the structure—how everything fits together."
Terry squinted at him. "Right. Well, you keep building your magical castles, and I'll stick to charms and transfiguration. Less math."
Adrian laughed, closing his book. "Fair enough. Speaking of sticking to basics—fancy heading to dinner?"
Terry brightened immediately. "Now that I'm interested in. Let's go."
The Great Hall was already buzzing with students by the time Adrian and Terry arrived. The long tables were packed with students chatting, laughing, and digging into the dinner that had been laid out before them. Candles floated lazily above, their glow reflecting off the enchanted ceiling that mimicked the deepening twilight outside.
Adrian and Terry sat down at a quieter spot on the table. The scent of chicken and freshly cooked bread along with pumpkin pasties was floating in the air, making Adrian realize how hungry he actually was. He grabbed a plate and began piling on food, while Terry immediately reached for a goblet of pumpkin juice.
"So, you looking forward to watching the tri-wizard tournament?" asked Terry, mouth half full.
Adrian shrugged, stabbing a piece of roasted potato with his fork. "Yeah, I suppose. Should be interesting, at least. I've never actually seen anything like a tournament before."
Terry whistled. "Not even at Durmstrang?"
"Nah," Adrian said, shaking his head. "It's been what—two hundred years since the last tri-wizard one? Durmstrang never had a reason to hold anything similar. They don't really do 'friendly competition.' More like 'who can hex their opponent into the infirmary fastest.'"
Terry chuckled. "Sounds about right. Still, this thing's supposed to be legendary. Everyone's going on about how dangerous it is, though. Bet we'll see some absolute madness."
Adrian smirked. "You think anyone at Hogwarts has a real chance? Or are we just waiting for some Durmstrang brute to walk in and claim the Cup?"
Terry scoffed. "Please. We've got some strong wizards here. Plus I've heard Beauxbatons wizards and witches are really good as well."
He could be right, if he tried to compete in it... would he able to achieve anything? He knew he was better than your average fourth year but still this was the Triwizard tournament. Who knew what kinda bullshit was gonna be in this bitch.
"Excited to see your old friends? It must be hard for you to leave all that behind."
Was he excited? The amount of people he would consider friends were few and far between. Most people in Durmstrang trying their best not to trip on the shoes of other powerful families would just ignore Adrian and try not to talk to him. And a select few children of the pureblood families almost had a mission to make his life a living hell at his old school.
"Some of them... yeah I guess I do miss them. Its always hard when you're changing environments but I am quite happy with where I am right now. Even after a day and a bit. Hogwarts has been good to me."
"Well, glad to hear it mate." nodded Terry.
He swallowed another mouthful of food and nudged Adrian with his elbow. "Still, gotta be weird, though. I mean, coming from Durmstrang to Hogwarts of all places. The way people talk about Durmstrang, you'd think it was all dark magic and secret duels in the corridors."
Adrian huffed a quiet laugh. "I mean… not far off, really. Some of the students are constantly testing each other, pushing boundaries, seeing who's got the most raw power. But the professors do keep a lid on things. Barely." He tapped his fork against the edge of his plate. "The biggest difference is… well, Hogwarts actually feels like a school."
Terry raised an eyebrow. "Durmstrang isn't?"
Adrian considered that for a moment, chewing slowly. "Not in the same way. At Durmstrang, you're always proving yourself. To the professors, to your classmates, to the families that have been there for generations. It's not just about magic—it's about status. You either belong or you don't."
Terry frowned slightly. "Sounds exhausting."
"It was," Adrian admitted. "I had to be better than them at everything just to get a little respect. And even then, some of them hated my guts just for existing."
Terry nodded, his expression thoughtful. "And now they'll be coming here."
Adrian sighed, leaning back in his seat. "Yeah. And trust me, they're not gonna be thrilled to see me. They probably think I left the country or something."
"Think they'll start something?" Terry asked.
Adrian smirked. "Wouldn't put it past them. But let them try. I'm not the same kid they used to push around."
Terry grinned. "Damn right you're not. You're a Ravenclaw now. That means we actually think before hexing people."
Adrian snorted. "Right. And I'll be sure to think real hard before I introduce Dimitri to a well-placed jinx."
Terry let out a bark of laughter. "Merlin, I wish I could be there when they see you for the first time. I bet some of them thought you'd just disappear."
"Probably," Adrian muttered, glancing at the floating candles above them. "But I'm not about to go into hiding. I'm here, I'm learning, and I'll make damn sure they see it."
Terry raised his goblet in mock salute. "Here's to making your enemies shit themselves."
Adrian clinked his goblet against Terry's, smirking. "I'll drink to that."
They finished the rest of their meal at a slower pace, conversation drifting between classes, Hogwarts gossip, and the ridiculous amount of homework Professor Flitwick had already assigned. Eventually, as the Great Hall began to empty, Adrian stretched and stifled a yawn.
"Right," he said, pushing his plate away. "I think that's enough for today. I'm heading to bed."
"Good idea," Terry agreed, rubbing his stomach. "I might've overdone it on the pumpkin pasties."
They stood up and made their way toward the Ravenclaw tower, their footsteps echoing through the quieter halls. The castle was different at night—more alive in a way that wasn't just about the ghosts or enchanted suits of armor.
When they reached the entrance to their common room, the bronze eagle knocker stirred, its metal eyes gleaming in the dim torchlight.
"What is both greater than God and more evil than the devil?" it asked in its smooth, measured voice.
Terry groaned. "Bloody riddles."
Adrian smirked. "Nothing."
The knocker tilted its head, then swung open to allow them inside.
Terry shot him a look as they stepped through. "Show-off."
Adrian chuckled. "Just basic logic."
They made their way through the common room, where a few students were still up reading or finishing essays. The fire crackled warmly in the hearth, casting soft, flickering light across the cosy space. Adrian exhaled slowly. He really could get used to this.
"See you in the morning," Terry said, clapping him on the shoulder before heading toward the boys' dormitory.
"Yeah, night," Adrian replied.
He climbed the stairs to his own dorm, stepping inside to find his bed neatly made, his trunk at the foot of it. The room was quiet, save for the muffled sounds of distant chatter from below.
When they arrived, he'd be ready.
The next morning, Adrian woke to the soft rustling of the other boys in his dormitory getting ready for the day. Sunlight filtered in through the enchanted windows, casting a golden glow over the room. He stretched, running a hand through his hair and tying it in a tight manbun before finally pushing himself out of bed.
After getting dressed, he made his way down to the common room, where Terry was already waiting for him, sipping on a steaming cup of tea. Padma was seated nearby, flipping through a book with her usual focus.
"Morning, lads," she greeted without looking up.
Adrian plopped down onto the couch across from her, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Morning. What's the schedule looking like today?"
Terry, still half-asleep, groaned. "Defence Against the Dark Arts first thing. Hope Moody doesn't make us fight trolls before breakfast."
Padma finally looked up, amusement flickering in her dark eyes. "He is an ex-Auror. He'll be better than a few of the ones we had."
Adrian raised an eyebrow. "You met him yet?"
Padma shook her head. "No, but I've heard plenty. My sister said he's—how did she put it? Paranoid but brilliant."
"The man's a legend full stop. I can't wait to see what his lesson is like. Should be fun." Adrian said, leaning back into the couch.
Terry grinned. "Yeah, if your idea of fun is constantly being on edge."
Adrian smirked. "I can handle edge."
Padma arched an eyebrow. "You sure? I heard he's got an eye that can see through walls."
Terry snorted. "And his leg's a prosthetic. Man's basically a walking war story."
Padma hummed in agreement. "Well, we'll find out soon enough. After that, we've got Transfiguration."
"McGonagall's class," Adrian noted. "I've heard good things about her."
"Depends," Padma said with a smirk. "She can be ruthless when it comes to homework."
"Yeah," Terry sighed dramatically. "That woman has no mercy."
Adrian chuckled. "Good. Better than teachers who just let students slack off."
Terry shot him a betrayed look. "What is wrong with you?"
Padma smirked. "He actually enjoys learning, Terry. Shocking, I know."
Terry huffed. "Well, I enjoy not getting buried under homework."
After a while they went downstairs to the great hall to have some breakfast. After getting in a few bites, he saw Harry, Ron and Hermione chatting animatedly and decided to say hello to them.
"I'll be back in a sec guys."
Padma and Terry nodded at him.
He strolled over to the Gryffindor table and found the three of them. Harry saw him first and looked up at him.
"Oh, hey Adrian. How's it going?" he asked coolly.
"Yeah, yeah been good mate what about you, no hard feelings for getting into Ravenclaw right?"
Ron jumped in. "Nah mate, Hermione told us how you were in Arithmancy, sounds like you are a proper nerd. Ravenclaw suits you." hew sniggered.
"Yeah laugh it up, when exam season comes around me and Adrian won't be helping any of you." Hermione added with a smirk.
"Mione!"
Harry chuckled. A few other people were looking at him from the Gryffindor table now.
A pretty girl with curly brown hair came up next to him.
"You going to introduce us to your friend Hermione?" she added with a cheeky smile.
"Oh yeah, guys, well you've probably already seen him but this is Adrian, we met him on the train." added Hermione.
"Very nice to meet you, I'm Lavender. I love your hair by the way, its so pretty!" said the girl with enthusiasm.
Adrian dragged his hand along his hair. The manbun man... if done well, works wonders.
"Thanks appreciate it. Your hair's very beautiful as well." Her eyes sparkled under his compliment.
"If you want, I can show you around the castle sometime, you know so that you don't lose your way." she winked with a knowing smile.
Hermione's eyes widened slightly.
Adrian smirked, enjoying the playful energy Lavender was giving off.
"That so?" he said, tilting his head slightly. "I don't know, I think I've got the castle figured out well enough. But if I do get lost, I'll know exactly who to call."
Lavender giggled, her brown eyes gleaming. "Well, it's a big castle. You never know when you might need a guide."
"True," Adrian said smoothly. "But I have a feeling you'd take me on the scenic route."
Lavender leaned in slightly. "Only the best spots, of course."
Hermione, who had been watching the exchange with mild exasperation, huffed. "Honestly, Lavender, he's not stupid. I think he'll be fine."
Ron snickered. "Yeah, next thing you know, she'll be offering to carry his books."
Lavender shot him a look before flashing Adrian another smile. "Well, if you ever need anything, just let me know."
"I'll keep that in mind," Adrian replied, his smirk deepening.
Before Lavender could respond, a familiar voice cut through the conversation.
"There you are, Valor."
Adrian turned to see Padma standing there with her arms crossed, looking entirely unimpressed. Terry stood next to her, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Come on," Padma said. "We're going to be late for Moody's class."
Terry, waggled his eyebrows. "Unless you'd rather stay here and keep getting… acquainted."
Adrian sighed dramatically. "As tempting as that is, I think I'll survive without the extra help."
Lavender pouted playfully. "Your loss, Ravenclaw."
He winked. "I'll try to live with it."
Padma rolled her eyes and grabbed his sleeve. "Enough flirting. Let's go."
Adrian chuckled as he let himself be pulled along, Terry snickering beside him.
"First week at Hogwarts, and you're already charming the Gryffindors," Terry said as they walked down the corridor. "I'm impressed."
Adrian shrugged, smirking. "What can I say? I'm adaptable."
Padma shot him a sideways glance, unimpressed. "You're impossible, is what you are."
"And yet, you still choose to hang around me," he countered, his grin widening.
She sighed dramatically. "Unfortunately."
Terry snickered as they made their way out of the Great Hall, weaving through the morning crowd. The castle was already alive with students heading to their next classes, the usual chatter filling the air. As they walked, the stone corridors gradually quieted, the atmosphere shifting the closer they got to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.
Rounding the final corner, they found a group of students already gathered outside. There was an air of anticipation—hushed voices, wary glances exchanged. Even before stepping inside, it was clear that Moody's class wouldn't be like the others.
Adrian adjusted his bag strap and exhaled, his eyes flicking to the heavy wooden door ahead.
Alright, let's see what Europe's most famous Auror has in store for us.
There ya go! Slightly longer chapter. After getting through Defence against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration that'll be all the lessons I'll properly introduce. I don't think any of one us wants me to write a scene for history of magic or astronomy. don't know about care of magical creatures.
After the next chapter we'll get some more plot and some more good stuff with Adrian. I'm still kinda setting up the story. Hope you liked it.
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