Mumbo gets stuck with a gremlin child
Somewhere in Great Britain a long fiery red train made its way to one of, if not the best, wizarding schools of the world; Hogwarts.
Inside said train sat a tiny enthusiastic young boy, with sandy brown hair and sparkling black eyes. His name was Grian, Grian Dreamslayer (not Grain thank you very much) (NOR GROIN FOR GOODNESS SAKE).
He descended from an incredibly wealthy pureblood line that was well respected among the rest of the wizard kind and nearly every single one of them had made it into Slytherin.
See, those mischievous eyes were a family trait. The Dreamslayers, although very, very respected, had been huge troublemakers for centuries. And he wasn’t going to change that fact.
His older brother Taurtis, 5th year Slytherin, had supplied him with endless amounts of prank-ideas and he wasn’t going to waste them.
He sat alone in his compartment because Pearl had left him for one of her friends. But he wasn’t one to complain since they were officially on their way to Hogwarts and they were allowed to practise magic now.
He had his book opened, resting on his lap, while holding his wand in his right hand, flicking the pages with his left.
To be honest, he couldn’t really be bothered to read everything the book said, only stopping when he saw the words confetti and explosion. That's why he didn’t check what the spell entailed and started practising immediately.
“Ver imbrem.” He shook his wand a bit but nothing happened, so he repeated his action.
“Ver imbrem!” That had clearly been the right, or wrong in the point of view of others, decision as blossoms sprouted out of his wand and flowed gently along with the aircurrent, directly through the glass of his door and into the compartment of the people next to him.
It was silent for a few seconds and he could clearly hear sounds of confusion from the compartment. But that didn’t last long as suddenly a loud bang could be heard, shaking the entire train, maybe almost derailing it (Grian didn’t know, why would he? He knew nothing of trains.)
Girly screams followed the bang and Grian quickly hid his textbook away when the people of the compartment next to him came pouring in.
“OH MY GOODNESS!”
“JELLIE ARE YOU OKAY?!”
“MY DUDE, THAT WAS SCARY!”
A Ravenclaw, a Hufflepuff and a Gryffindor poured in angrily.
“DID YOU DO THAT!?” The Gryffindor shouted before realising that he stood face to face with a tiny first year.
“AH SORRY MY DUDE!” The Gryffindor excused himself, still shouting. Apparently they thought Grian had nothing to do with it, with him of course being a first year.
Ha, little did they know.
“DO YOU MIND IF WE COME AND JOIN YOU, AS YOU MAYBE COULD HAVE NOTICED OUR COMPARTMENT BLEW UP!” The Ravenclaw, just like the Gryffindor, shouted and Grian nodded confusedly.
“HAVE YOU SEEN WHO DID IT?!” The Hufflepuff, who was holding a cat tightly in his arms, joined his friends shouting.
“Nope.” That should suffice. He remembered the lessons uncle Martyn gave him when he was a kid.
Say as little as possible, then they have nothing to hold against you.
“WHAT DID YOU SAY?!”
Needless to say, Grian spent the rest of the train ride with the trio fourth years and, once the peep in their ears had vanished, he found them enjoyable company.
The Hufflepuff, whose name was Scar Goodtimes he learned, was very close to his cat, Jellie, and a really nice person. But his eyes… he wondered if they were related in some way because those eyes were full of mischief.
The Gryffindor, whose name was Ren Diggity - Dog (“Just Ren’s fine dude”), was a beater in the Gryffindor Quidditch Team and overall a chill person.
But the last one. Grian didn’t know why but as soon as the dark haired and lanky lad set a foot in his compartment, he knew he wanted to follow him everywhere, like a duckling following a duck.
The Ravenclaw, or Mumbo Killsalot Jumbo as he had introduced himself, was one of the best students in his year and the voice of reason of the three (not that that meant anything). He had a faint stubble above his chin that could, if given the opportunity, grow into a very fine moustache.
Needless to say, their friendship remained even when he got sorted into Slytherin, which was deemed the house of the evil wizards according to some of the students.
He made several friends in his own house and his prefects, Doc and Cleo, were also very nice. But he took personal joy out of annoying the fourth year Ravenclaw.
Even Mumbo, after he had gotten used to the duckling following him (he had apparently learned his entire schedule out of his head), had to admit that the sandy haired gremlin was enjoyable company.
It was the start of a friendship that would last an eternity.