Wizardry and witchcraft... With a pinch of muggle [HIATUS]

Connor is a gryffindor.
Connor is a muggleborn.
And Connor would be 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 for transfiguration if he wasn't fast.
That's why he was running in the halls.

He already had passed a couple prefects and one head boy, but none of them could stop him. It wasn't for nothing he was the best runner back when he was in elementary school.
He dashed around another corner, almost bumping into someone. He yelled a quick 'sorry!' to them, but kept running.

Finally, he spotted the small crowd of teens in front of the transfiguration class, which meant he made it in time.
Connor finally slowed down, stopping in front of a familiar face, putting his hands on his knees and taking deep breaths.

Said familiar face smirked, looking at him.
"Thank you for being such a helpful brother, Connor, and getting here before class started. Carlton owes me three galleons now." They said.
Connor could only manage to wheeze out a quiet 'fuck you, Travis' as the other boy chuckled.

"Oh, also." Travis said, as Connor straightened up. "I got the bar you wanted, you owe me five sickles and ten knuts." He said, handing Connor a chocolate bar. The boy widened his eyes.
"Five sickles and ten knuts? Last time I checked it was four sickles!" He exclaimed, grabbing the bar.
"You're welcome, Connor, buying this bar was nothing." Travis said. Connor rolled his eyes. "What did you expect, really? We're two months away from exams, man. People are starting to get stressed. They raised the prices of all chocolate, coffee and energy drinks."

Connor's answer was cut off by another voice.
"Oh, would you look at that!" A boy came closer to them. Travis groaned. He could recognized those yellow-rimmed robes from anywhere. "Seems like the mudblood has problems with being on time too. What, don't you 𝘮𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴 have deadlines?" He spat the word muggle as if it was an insult.
Travis closed his fists, anger flashing into his eyes, but Connor held up his hand slightly, and Travis took it as a sign to 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵.

The boy – who they knew as Ethan, he would 𝘯𝘰𝘵 leave them alone – kept talking and spitting nonsense, soon attracting the attention of the crowd to them.
Connor kept unreactive, simply looking at him with a strange grimace.

It didn't take long for Ethan to exhaust all of his insults vocabulary and get tired. He quieted down, looking at the boy completely dumbfounded.
"Are you just not going to react?" He asked.
Connor shook his head.
"What is it?" Ethan exclaimed.

Connor's hand extended towards the boy, a muggle chocolate bar in hands.
"Here bro, eat a Snickers." He said. "You're mean when you're hungry."

Ethan was now dumbfounded and confused, looking alternatingly between the boy and the bar.
Travis snorted, barely holding in his laughter.

Cupping his hands around his mouth, he yelled.
"You're not you when you're hungry!"
And half of the crown answered with another yell.
"Snickers satisfies!"

Connor forced the bar in Ethan's hands as the classroom door opened, multiple teens snickering as they entered the class.

Ethan ate the bar when no one was looking, cautious but curious about the muggle candy.

If he got slightly nicer afterwards, no one dared to mention it.