Harry ran a hand through his unruly curls as he walked, trying to neaten out his appearance. His previous lesson had been Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid, and as much as Harry respected the half giant, that bloody nightmare of a book was difficult to calm down. It was a snappy little bugger, and stroking the spine wasn't as simple as it looked - the student that was sent the hospital wing after a particularly nasty bite was the proof. Smiling to himself with the thought, Harry shook his head in amusement, grateful that he was approaching the final class for the day. He was excited to return to the Hufflepuff common room and get a good night of rest after a busy beginning to term. Still, Defence Against the Dark Arts was a class that Harry enjoyed, and the new teacher, Remus Lupin, seemed to be the type that was laid back, but still so eager for his students to learn. He was a Professor that Harry could see himself enjoying, unlike the greasy mess that was Severus Snape. Harry was grateful that he didn't have Potions until the next day. Hearing an approaching voice, Harry quickly neatened out his yellow and black tie, recognising the voice as Vale's, a gorgeous Gryffindor who had captured his attention since the moment he laid eyes on her. They'd never even had much more than a quick greeting, Harry couldn't understand what it was about her that so easily enthralled him, but he was, admittedly, embarrassed that he'd never taken action when his heart and his head both told him to. "Good evening, Vale." Harry returned easily, looking to the girl as they approached their classroom, walking beside one another so easily. "How was your day? Quite busy?" Harry offered a dimpled smile to the beauty.
The first day of term was usually one that students wanted to get out of the way fairly quickly, but the beginning of the Seventh Year made Pearl want to take her time and memorise every little detail she could of the castle, her friends, and her studies - particularly Defence Against the Dark Arts. Despite being a muggleborn, having no prior knowledge of magic, Pearl had been told she would excel in any career to do with the Ministry of Magic, and out of all her options, Pearl had chosen to be an Auror. Her O.W.Ls' results had been wonderful - a lot better than what she had expected of herself, and she knew that this year's exams - the N.E.W.Ts, would be the most important, and Pearl intended to surprise herself once again. With a careful flick of her wand, Pearl's hair neatened itself into a ponytail, and she made her way to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, taught this year by Remus Lupin, a ruggedly handsome man introduced at the Sorting Feast. Smiling as she watched Vale approach Harry, Pearl approached the classroom, almost pausing when she saw the teacher - easily in his thirties - stood at the door. Offering him a small smile, Pearl approached carefully. "Good evening, Professor Lupin." She greeted happily.
Isaac Lahey was pleased to know that Hogwarts hadn't changed since he was a student. This castle had become a beacon of hope to him in his teenage years, providing a safe place that Isaac wouldn't of had otherwise. He'd always hated the end of the academic year, because it meant he would have to go home to an abusive muggle father who seemed to be jealous of the talent his son possessed. His life at home was one of the many things that inspired Isaac to follow the path of teaching - he'd had his own fair share of incredible teachers, one of which was still teaching, Professor Minerva McGonagall, the woman who offered Isaac a refuge that he wanted to provide to his own students. The first day of term had been quiet - Isaac couldn't teach his Astronomy lessons affectively in the daylight, so Isaac decided he would take each evening of the week to teach students from each year. Monday was for the Seventh Years, and Astronomy was a subject that was optional to them, especially with their most important exams approaching. Still, a curiosity stirred within Isaac, and he was excited to see who would walk to the top of the tower to greet him, and he had quite the lesson planned out - they were going to study the formation of constellations, and the history behind them, and what they had taught history. His favourite, Isaac had decided, was Perseus. It had such a unique formation, and Isaac, even with his own age, was so amazed to know humans were built of stardust. It was beautiful in itself. Hearing footsteps up the tower, Isaac turned, the cool September air not bothering him. Seeing an absolutely exquisite blonde, wearing a silver and green tie proudly around her neck, Isaac provided a smile. "Good evening." Isaac kept himself casual, trying to ignore the way his heartbeat seemed to increase with the sight of her, thumping against his ribs in a way that begged him to know her name. "I'm Professor Lahey. And you are...?"
Iris wasn't running late, and that was the perfect reason to stop for a moment and admire the sun setting past the rolling hills of the Scottish highlands. Even as a Witch from a long history of magic running through her veins, Iris was certain this view was one she would never tire of - and she was almost sad, for a moment, that once this academic year came to a close, she would no longer be returning to Hogwarts, and goodness, she would miss it. The castle had become a second home to her outside of her family's manor, and Iris would be sad to leave, but she knew she had a secure job in the Ministry just waiting for her, and although it wasn't what she wanted, she knew - or, so she was told - it was the best choice for her. Exhaling as the sky began to gradient from the deepest orange to an inky blue, Iris reminded herself that Astronomy would be starting at any moment and she should probably begin to ascend the tallest tower. Hearing a voice call out to her though, Iris rolled her eyes fondly when she whittled the possibilities down to Michael Clifford, a Hufflepuff that Iris wouldn't admit to anyone she was rather fond of, and that fondness only grew during their Second Year, when they were paired together for a project. "Good evening, Michael." Iris greeted with a small smile, hating the fact the boy brought out the kindness within. "Yes, actually. The stars are just something so spectacular, aren't they?" Iris looked to the sky, before looking to Michael. "How about you?" Iris heard his question about her summer and she nodded. "It was okay." She began to ascend the stairs, not interested in continuing the conversation past that, despite the fact her head and her heart screamed at her to speak to him - to let him in.
Fred Weasley, along with his twin, George, were the troublemakers of Hogwarts, and it was no secret. It was proven further within the big plans the twins had for the new academic year, and although they were all still in their earliest stages, they were building upon a solid foundation of mischief. "Right you are, Georgie!" Fred patted his brother on the shoulder with a smirk that only seemed to grow as he thought of the possibilities, certain that Snape was going to be in the firing line once again this year, along with a few students the twins disliked - mostly Slytherins. Besides, a lot of the Professors seemed to go easier on the twins they focused all that energy on those who felt they were above the rest of the student body because of their pure bloodline. Pulling a face with the thought, the distaste soon disappeared from his face as George tried his luck with Olivia Edward, and seemingly by dumb luck, Fred heard the all too familiar voice of Juniper Sparks, a particularly wonderful Hufflepuff who had captured Fred's heart, and she'd had hold of it for quite a while now. Fred was almost embarrassed, because he could play all these pranks, get into all this trouble, and he still couldn't find the courage to ask Juniper on a date to Hogsmeade. Gryffindors were meant to be brave. "Hello there, Juniper!" Fred greeted happily, slinging an arm across the Hufflepuff's shoulders. "Well, you'll just have to see, won't you?" Fred teased. "How was your first day back?" And Fred wanted to know if her first day had gone smoothly, because every little silly thing he did in her presence was for her, to make her smile, to make her laugh, because Juniper was the most wonderful thing in this castle, and if Fred couldn't call her his yet, he could at least be the cause of her happiness. "Juniper, will you give me the honour of sitting beside us this class?" Fred grinned.
Olivia had been so excited to be returning to Hogwarts this year, because something within her chest told her this year was going to be something amazing, and she had no reason to doubt her intuition. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Olivia held her Charms textbook to her chest, her green and silver tie tied to perfection. Her first day had been nothing spectacular, but allowing the castle walls to feel like home again was too incredible to ignore, and one of the things that helped that sense of welcome was a certain George Weasley, one half of the Weasley twins and someone who was so unapologetically himself that Olivia couldn't help but harbour a crush towards the red head - well, a little more than a crush, really. She was certain he held her heart within his hands and he was none the wiser. Biting her lip with the thought, Olivia blinked as she heard George call out her name, and her heart began to beat just a little faster, and faster still with his offer. Unsure if he was serious or not, Olivia turned to look at George, Fred and Hufflepuff Juniper Sparks, and she could feel a blush creep onto her cheeks. "Good evening, George." Olivia smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, a nervous habit. "Oh, uh," looking over her shoulder to the rest of the class, Olivia could see she had no particularly close friends in attendance (or at all, really) and she nodded with his offer. "Okay." Making her way over, Olivia offered George a gentle smile.
Luke Hemmings was smart, and he knew it. He wasn't usually one to show off his academic achievements, but when he was toe to toe with muggleborn Ravenclaw Edena, Luke couldn't help but try his damn hardest to advance past her in every class they shared, and he was sure this year would be no different. The (somewhat) friendly competition had made Luke form a soft spot for the girl, and despite the fact she was what he considered to be nothing more than filth on the ground because of his blood status, it didn't stop Luke from becoming fond, and rather attached to her - and looking past her intellectual brilliance, she was the most beautiful thing Luke had ever laid eyes on. He could never admit though, to himself or anyone else, that soft spot had become a crush. Not that anything would come of it anyway, he only spoke to the girl to boast whenever he won a round of their competition. Trying to rid his mind of the thoughts of Edena - she occupied his mind most of the time anyway - Luke tuned in to Louis' words, and he grinned, shaking his head in amusement. "The new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher looks almost homeless. As for Astronomy, he just looks like a prat." Luke sneered. "This school has gone down hill, that's for certain. I bet you he's a little mudblood." Stepping into the Potions classroom, deep within the dungeons on the castle, Luke smirked when he saw Edena, and although he was completely enthralled by her beauty, Luke had an act to uphold. "Speaking of mudbloods." He whistled to Edena. "Oi, Pryor."
Leigh would never openly admit that the dungeons of Hogwarts gave her the creeps, but it seemed the ambience only worsened during the dusk. With the sun setting, the walls, lit by torches along the corridor, seemed to be more depressing than ever, and Leigh was so grateful that her common room wasn't down here. It was no wonder that Slytherins tried to over compensate with god awful attitudes. Despite the nervous knotting in her stomach, the first day of term had gone swimmingly, and Leigh couldn't ask for a better head start to this year. She'd been reunited with her friends, and Hell, she'd even consider herself lucky if she caught a glimpse of Louis Tomlinson, a cocky Slytherin who's worth was measured by the amount his parents had in Gringotts, and although Leigh was certain Louis had always been so cruel, she was hopeful that beneath that exterior, something incredible lay beneath. But she knew she wouldn't be the one to discover it, because there was no way he would never feel for her what she felt for him. Despite the name calling and the cruelty, Leigh harboured quite the crush for the blue eyed boy. Hearing his voice, Leigh paused, rolling her eyes in a way she meant to be callous, but she was sure came off as rather fond. "Oh, shut up, Tomlinson." Leigh retaliated easily. "What did you do with your summer, Louis? Knowing you, you probably tortured your parents house elves." Leigh sneered.
Ashton's summer had been quite uneventful, and returning to Hogwarts felt like such a blessing, Ashton couldn't quite comprehend it. Muggle life seemed so boring now that he'd discovered his magical abilities. He'd made sure to embrace that part of him, having never known of the possibilities due to his Father's absence, but the day he got his acceptance letter, Ashton felt as though all the questions he'd asked the universe had been answered, and he finally found where he belonged. When he was sorted into Gryffindor, Ashton found his family, and he found an unrequited love within Lyra Malfoy, the Princess of Slytherin house, a true beauty with a cold exterior, and Ashton couldn't help but wonder if there was something within her worth discovering. She held his heart in a vice tight grip, but Ashton knew he could never tell her, even in his last year of school, because she would crush it within her grasp and laugh in his face. Sighing with the thought, Ashton looked to Calum with his question, grateful to his friend for the distraction. "Today's been alright actually mate, yeah." Ashton nodded, following the path to the greenhouses, illuminated by heated lamps for the various plants growing inside. "How about you?" But when Ashton heard footsteps approaching from behind, Ashton looked over his shoulder, his heart jumping in his chest when his eyes landed on Lyra. Offering the Slytherin a small smile, Ashton felt a familiar sting of hurt sprout in his chest. "Nice to see you too, Lyra." Ashton sighed.
Louisa smiled weakly with Lyra's words, tucking a strand of chocolate brown hair behind her ear, her wand tucked up her sleeves. "Oh, Lyra." Louisa chuckled gently. "I think Herbology is quite interesting, the lilies are beautiful this time of year. Do you know they only bloom in Hogwarts grounds?" Louisa asked with some sort of wonder. Magic was still something so incredible to Louisa, despite her knowledge of the wizarding world thanks to the stories she'd heard from her Mother. Her Father was a muggle, but nobody needed to know, and Louisa did a good job of keeping up the act, she was sure. Following Lyra closely, Louisa looked ahead to see Ashton Irwin, walking beside the golden skinned Calum Hood, looking absolutely ethereal in the setting sun. "Oh," Louisa murmured, but when she heard Lyra's remark, Louisa held her head a little higher, having to keep up the Slytherin reputation. Although she could never quite get herself to be outwardly cruel towards Calum, the boy was the least deserving person of such cruel words. He had a heart of gold, a boy who treated his peers with nothing but the utmost respect. It was no wonder he was sorted into Gryffindor. Walking past the pair with Lyra, Louisa didn't dare look over her shoulder, no matter how much she wanted to. Besides, she was sure that the crush she'd held towards Calum for years was nothing more than that: just a simple, school girl crush. "Come on, the greenhouses look so inviting."
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