Hiraeth

Ranboo picked at his food.  Across from him nose in a book was Techno, and next to him was George and on the brunette's other side was a Hufflepuff girl who was constantly trying to keep him awake. Ranboo stifled a giggle as the girl hit him with a book, making George perk up and attempt to blink the sleep out of his eyes.

"George!" The girl snapped, "You can't sleep now! It's the first day!"  

"But I'm tired." George whined, "I want to sleep." 

"You are worse than Patches." She sighed, "And she sleeps like fifteen hours a day!!" 

"Let me sleep!" George groaned, "It's too early in the morning."

"The sun has been up for like an hour." Techno pointed out, flipping through his book. "And anyway we are getting our schedule's directly after breakfast so you should probably start eating."

"GEORGE!" The girl hissed realising the boy had fallen asleep, whacking him with her book one more time. 

"AHH! Okay okay I'm awake!" George screeched, eyes blown wide. "I swear to god Tina you hit with the full force of like- a thousand suns." 

"You would be dead if I hit that hard." Tina pointed out, keeping her hair out of her face with a carrot shaped clip.

"It was a metaphor." George whined. 

"Simile. Actually." Techno cut in, not taking his eyes off the book.

"You get my point." George scowled, "Ranboo back me up here."

"On your own George." Ranboo laughed at the look of betrayal on George's face.

"You wound me Ranboo." George whispered clutching his chest like he was just shot. 

"Mhm sure." Ranboo rolled his eyes. Despite the anxiety of being away from his family having a chokehold on him, he thought he was doing decent so far anyway... His eyes as usual landed on his brother, the blonde talking to a brunette with wavy hair and round glasses. Wilbur. His brain declared helpfully. As breakfast ended and so did his morning entertainment, Ranboo stood up with a sigh going to his first class. Potions. 

They need an interior designer. Ranboo sniffed as he walked through the dungeons, standing in a line outside of the potions classroom. The dungeon was by his standards filthy, and sure maybe cleaning it would ruin the ambience. But this was just a bacteria breeding ground.

"Hey Ranboo!" Tommy's voice screeched into his ear, alerting the taller boy of the blonde's presence. 

"Hello Tommy." Ranboo greeted the blonde with a nod. "Hello Tubbo." He nodded at the brunette, Tubbo looked half asleep his eyes drooping and sad. "I assume you didn't get a good sleep?" He directed the question at Tubbo. 

"They moved me." Tubbo mumbled out with a yawn. His eyes tired and hollow.

"Where?"

"What?" Tommy jumped in. 

"They didn't want me sleeping in the same room as the other kids." Tubbo shook his head. 

"That's bullshit." Tommy snorted. 

"He's right." Ranboo nodded, "Why would they do that?"

"Because my dad's Schlatt." Tubbo shrugged. "I'm not that surprised, but it would have been nice to know in advance."

"No offense Tubs but half of Slytherin consists of Death Eater children." Ranboo snorted. "And the HEAD OF HOUSE IS SNAPE. You know. Ex-death eater." 

"None taken, it doesn't really matter." Tubbo shook his head. "It's not a big deal anyway." 

"That's still bullshit." Tommy scowled. "I'm going to write to Phil about this." 

"I'll write to my Mother." Ranboo flipped his head back, "She'll sort this out." 

"Guys-"

"Nope. Made up my mind. For once Tommy is right that is bullshit." Ranboo tried to keep his temper in check, he could feel his skin start to itch as he grew angrier. 

"Hey whats that supposed to mean?" Tommy bristled, his hands on his hips. 

"Nothing." Ranboo shook his head.

"You guys don't have to write to anyone about anything." Tubbo shook his head. "It's fine. Honsetly." 

"Hmph." Ranboo narrowed his eyes. "I think I will write to my Mom." 

"Puffy's gonna skin Dumbly alive." Tommy cackled. 

"How-"

"Oh come on now." Tommy rolled his eyes. "My Mam and Dad have told me stories about Aunt Puffy. She's a beast when she's mad."

"Litteraly." Ranboo mumbled under his breath."Anyway do you know when-" Ranboo was interrupted when the door to the potions room was slammed open. Severus Snape stood on its other side, his robes looked fifteen sizes too big as they billowed around him. His hair looked unwashed and greasy, and he had black beady eyes that radiated hatred. Wow. He needs some fashion sense and a shower. 

"Enter." He spoke in a monotone voice, as he watched the students walk past him. Ranboo ignored the man sitting down next to Tommy and Tubbo. At their table was also a girl with frizzy brown hair and large buck teeth. Uh huh yeah as if you can say anything about that. "There will be no foolish wand waving in this class, potions is an..." Ranboo felt himself zone out as the man went on some evil villian spiel about potions. "You are late." Ranboo perked up watching as the grimy orphan boy Harry potter run in followed by one of the many Weasley's. Speaking of Weasley the boy looked like he was inbred through ten generations. To Ranboo's annoyance both of the grimy children decided to sit at their table, luckily Tubbo was between him and Harry Potter who looked like he hadn't ever seen a hairbush in his life.

"Mate. Quit staring at them like that." Tommy elbowed Ranboo in the ribs. "You look like you want to gut them."

"I do." Ranboo awsered nonchalantly. "Walking in here without properly fixing their attire."

"Their attire." Tommy mimicked mockingly, earning himself a kick under the table. Ranboo watched as Snape proceded to bully Harry Potter and the frizzy haired girl. And soon enough they had started their potions, the smell alone nearly made Ranboo gag. While Tubbo was busy slicing up some plant, Tommy had decided to not make a cure for boils and instead make some kind of bomb. To Ranboo's surprise Snape didn't scream at Tommy, despite being both a gryffindor and doing the wrong potion. Instead complementing the blonde on his work. Meanwhile avoiding Tubbo like the plague, as did all the pureblood-halfblood students. Even the muggle borns had started darting away whenever Tubbo reached for anything near them. 

"Hey Tubbo can you pass me the knife." Ranboo has asked not even bothering to look up from his text book as he thanked the brunette for the item. Ranboo perked up as he heard a lsight whisper from the group next to them. 

"Why?" Harry Potter asked.

"His father was a death eater. One of the most brutal of the lot." The Weasley hissed, it didn't take a genius to figure out that they were gossiping about Tubbo. Ranboo eavesdropped to their conversation filled with both curiosity and anger. "And he's friends with Malfoy, my Mother says that all Underscore's act the same." 

"What about the other two?" Harry asked dumbly. 

"That's Theseus Minecraft." Ranboo could practically see the finger pointed in Tommy's direction. "His father is cursed."

"And-"

"And that's Ranboo Beloved." The Weasely spoke with so much venom in his voice Ranboo considered hexing him.

"What's wrong with him?" Harry tried to whisper so Ranboo wouldn't hear.

"His family stayed out of the wizarding war completely. you-know-who didn't even threaten his mother." The Weasley snarled. "They didn't have to suffer like the rest of us during the war. And his brother is Dream, Slytherin's prefect. Apparently he used the crucio on curse on someone before.

"Last I checked Ron." Tubbo all of a sudden spoke up. "You wern't really alive for the wizarding war." Ranboo snickered as he watched from the corner of his eye as the Weasley turned bright red from embarrassment. "And you shouldn't believe rumors.If some of us did, that would mean your father married his cousin."

"Shut up... Death Eater!" He spat back.

"I am not-" Tubbo tried to speak calmly.

"Sure you arn't and I'm not a Weasley." Ron snarled. "Your just like Schlatt-"

"That's rich coming from the inbred Weasley." Tommy cut in. 

"How dare you! You death eater-"

"Can you think of another insult please?" Ranboo cut in, "Your lack of vocabulary is giving me a headache." Ranboo paused before adding snarkily. "Then again what should I have expected from the peasants of Hogwarts." Deciding he won the argument after silencing Ron, Ranboo turned back to his cauldron, from the corner of his eye he could see the fuming red-head. The feeling of satisfaction melting the itch away from his skin. Ranboo also quickly noted that Snape had favourites, Draco Malfoy being his absolute top student despite having about as much inteligence as a rock. To Ranboo's delight, despite Snape's hatred for every house that wasn't Slytherin he left the trio alone. Perhaps because both Tommy and Ranboo had siblings in Slytherin, or perhaps out of the fear for their parents. Ranboo didn't know and didn't really care. While the classes of the day passed by, Ranboo busied himself with a letter to his mother.

Hello Mother,

I am writing to inform you of a predicament one of my friends is in.

Due to having a father be a death eater, Tubbo has been segregated from the rest of Slytherin and sleeps alone. I was wondering if you could do anything about it, because Tubbo looked really miserable this morning. And it's rather dumb, because plenty of Slytherin's have death eaters for parents. But Tubbo is the only one who gets kicked out of the dorm. 

Anyway, I don't know if Dream already told you... but I'm in Ravenclaw. So George and Techno...? I think his name was are looking after me now. Everything is fine so far, I only got a bit itchy when I was upset but that's ordinary. Classes are fine, but I don't really like Snape he needs a shower. Actually half of this school needs a new wardrobe and a good shower. And a hair brush. Also the dungeons are disgusting and filthy, I get that it's ambience and whatever. But it's a bacteria breeding ground. 

I miss you ma!

~Ranboo B. 

"Here ya go Enderchest. Give this to Ma?" He handed the shapeshifter the letter, his companion shifting into a large dark owl and flying out of the owlery, letter in their taloned claws. Ranboo watched Enderchest fly off, his heart sinking as the soft feeling of home sickness enveloped him.