Until The End

Until The End

Chapter 22: The Second Year

"He who is without sin, should cast the first stone."

Xavier Desmond's P.O.V:

Platform 9¾ - Monday, September 1st, 1992 (10:45 a.m.)

Xavier smirked slightly when his eyes fell on the gleaming, scarlet Hogwarts Express as an innumerable mass of students inhabited the station, scattered among vast crowds. Some were bidding goodbyes to their families, others were conversing with one another over the latest topics, and some were boarding the train, inspecting their trunks for all the required essentials they needed.

Xavier inhaled a deep breath as a sense of jubilance flourished through his soul. It was good to be back. Xavier had high hopes that his second year at Hogwarts would run smoothly, and he would learn, practise and achieve more valuable magic and obtain new knowledge for the foreseeable future.

"Where's Harry and Sirius, mate?" came Ron's voice from behind him, and Xavier faced him with a shrug.

"Dunno thought they were right behind you," Xavier answered, and Ron's brow furrowed.

"Hmm, yeah… they were right behind me… that's weird…" Ron trailed off when Harry and Sirius came running through the barrier and they both had a distressed countenance etched on their faces.

"You two alright?" Ron questioned, concern evident in his tone.

"No need to fret, red," Sirius reassured, shooting a scowl at the platform behind him. "The barrier was just blocked for some reason." Blocked, eh?

"Blocked? How is that even possible?" Ron voiced Xavier's thoughts.

"No clue, lad," Sirius answered, fixing up Harry's robes. A minuscule trickle of blood slid down Harry's cheek slowly.

"You've got a cut on your cheek, mate," Xavier pointed out, and Harry dabbed at his cheek.

"Must have been when I hit my head on the floor," Harry replied thoughtfully, and Sirius whipped out his wand and pointed it at the cut on Harry's cheek.

"Episkey," Sirius muttered, and Harry's tiny cut disappeared instantaneously, along with the blood.

"What spell was that, Sirius?" Ron inquired curiously, and Xavier listened intently. The two were always up to gain knowledge, especially when it best suited them. I definitely need to start researching healing spells. They will be very effective…

"Episkey. A healing charm that cures minor injuries such as Harry's cut," Sirius responded truthfully, placing his wand back in his robes.

"Episkey," Ron repeated to himself, memorising the spell name with a firm nod.

"Alright chaps, I believe it's time to board the train," Sirius announced vehemently, clapping the three boys on the back. "Make sure to learn to relax, eh? Especially you two, cobras. Back in my Hogwarts days, I would wind down with hot girls-"

"Alright, Sirius, thanks for the life-changing advice, mate," Ron cut in, his face heated up, and Sirius barked out a laugh. Harry shared Ron's sentiment with a blush graced on his cheeks, while Xavier merely shook his head, though he was masking his feelings when the memory of Daphne kissing him appeared in his mind.

"No but seriously, have fun, alright? These will be some of the best years of your life, I guarantee it. Don't waste them," Sirius advised solemnly with a nostalgic smile, and three boys nodded strongly.

"See you later, Sirius," Xavier spoke, and Sirius winked at him. Xavier then made his way to the carriages, leaving Harry and Sirius to exchange some words while Ron quickly ran off to bid goodbye to his parents and the Lovegoods. He blatantly ignored the incredulous gawks sent from other students.

Xavier entered the Slytherin carriage and manoeuvred his way through the diverse Slytherin students, once again ignoring the quick glances of disbelief they stole off his figure.

As Xavier continued making his way throughout the carriage, foraging an empty compartment, he halted abruptly when a voice called out, "Xavier, over here!"

Xavier spun around swiftly, and a smile graced his lips involuntarily when he found Daphne waving over to him. Xavier took his trunk and approached her figure.

"Have you found a compartment already, Daph?" Xavier asked as he exchanged a warm hug with her.

"Oh yes, Theo scouted several compartments and the others accompanied him in one. I went to find you and Ron," Daphne supplied, and Xavier nodded curtly. Silence then engulfed them as their smiles morphed into sly looks. It was obvious that both of them were thinking about the night when they shared their first kiss.

"Well, er… let's go join them, shall we? I'm sure Ron will find us," Xavier proposed after a moment, and Daphne nodded dubiously.

"Oh… ok then," Daphne answered before her dark blue eyes landed on someone behind Xavier. "Speak of the Devil and he shall appear."

"Hey, Daph," Ron greeted with his usual grin.

"Hey, Ron," Daphne giggled at his wide grin, exchanging a hug with Ron. "You look much happier, don't you?"

"Well, no bloody shite, Daph! I can't wait to get to Hogwarts and begin my normal routine!" Ron exclaimed, and Daphne frowned.

"Language, Ronald! How many times must I remind you?" Daphne chastised, and Xavier smirked at the whole ordeal.

"Come on, Daph, I will never stop bloody swearing and you know it! I would rather walk in on Snape and McGonagall doing the naughty than cease my profanity," Ron admitted veraciously before his grin disappeared and was replaced with a look of utter disgust. "Never mind, I'm going to take that back…"

"You better," Daphne huffed indignantly, shaking her head at Ron's words. "Weirdo…"

"Alright, come on you two. Daph, please lead the way," Xavier requested. Daphne then proceeded to lead the two boys to where their friends were residing and she opened the sliding door, revealing the rest of the members in their Slytherin coterie.

"Ah, they're alive," Theo declared as Ron and Xavier entered the compartment and stored their trunks on the rack above their heads, while simultaneously exchanging greetings with the others.

"Indeed, we are," Xavier confirmed, taking a seat by the window and next to Daphne as the train began to move.

"Are you disappointed by this fact, Theo?" Ron added in as he took a seat between Daphne and Millie.

"Yes, unfortunately, I am," Theo replied, feigning irritation.

"Damn, I'm sure you would have been overjoyed if I was still in that coma, eh?" Xavier questioned, and Theo smirked. "No problem, mate, I'll just try to do something jeopardising again this year and we'll see how it goes."

"You both will not be doing anything perilous this year, you understand?" Daphne ordered firmly, looking between Ron and Xavier. "I will not risk another year of heartbreak."

"The mother of the group has spoken, boys," Tracey chimed in, and everyone sniggered at Daphne's irked, yet embarrassed look. "You must follow her orders, effective immediately."

"And what if we do not?" Ron challenged teasingly, and Daphne huffed loudly.

"This is serious, you lot! Last time, these two idiots just ran off with the 'Golden Trio' to save some significant artefact, they got seriously injured and none of us had a single clue about it!" Daphne argued sincerely.

"She's right, guys," Pansy pitched in, and Daphne looked relieved. "Please don't risk doing anything reckless. I know we all have our secrets but, at least try and restrain from immersing yourselves in life-threatening missions." Too late, Pansy, I've already got a mission in this life, and I won't stop now…

"For the love of Merlin, they were bantering with each other," Blaise's cold voice crept in, and he looked mildly disinterested with the conversation as usual. "No need to ruin the mood."

"Nah, they're right, Blaise," Ron sighed after a moment. "Look, it's not like we intentionally instigate trouble for ourselves. Sometimes… trouble finds us, you know?"

"Well, if that's the case then think logically and re-evaluate your every decision," Daphne suggested strongly, and Ron rolled his eyes.

"Easy for you to say, I still have to watch my back every now and then," Ron scowled bitterly.

"And I have a feeling that this year might be marred with something minacious for everyone at Hogwarts," Xavier spoke enigmatically.

"What do you mean, Xavier?" Millie inquired slowly. Xavier glanced at Ron, and he nodded gravely.

"Apparently a house-elf visited Harry Potter at his Muggle Residence and warned him earnestly about bad things that were going to take place in Hogwarts this year," Xavier provided grimly, and everyone's brow furrowed.

"Bad things? What bad things?" Pansy immediately asked, looking affrighted.

"Not too sure. The house-elf was quite cryptic from what Harry said and every time it almost over spoke, it would punish itself with physical abuse," Ron answered for Xavier.

"Pfft, come on now, that could easily be a practical joke or something," Theo scoffed with uncertainty, while Tracey looked spooked.

"That's what we thought but the house-elf was confirmed to be one of Lord Malfoy's servants," Xavier confuted truthfully.

"Lord Malfoy's house-elf? Could you be speaking of Dobby?" Daphne chimed in curiously, and Ron snapped his fingers.

"Yes, that's his name! How did you know?" Ron exclaimed with an intrigued look.

"I knew him from when I was a child. He was a rather new addition to Lord Malfoy's substantial number of house-elves, and he would sometimes mess up his instructions which resulted in severe punishments," Daphne informed, while Blaise nodded firmly.

"She's right. I remember one time Dobby accidentally spilt wine over Lady Malfoy's attire and needless to assume, he was punished brutally. He had several bandages when I saw him again," Blaise relayed, and Tracey adorned a sympathetic look.

"Poor thing," Tracey commiserated.

"If he of all elves was warning Harry, how could it be a practical joke?" Ron pointed out, and everyone nodded in consensus.

"Shit…" Theo muttered, looking quite disturbed. "Are you sure about all of this? If Dobby was the messenger, then he must have heard these rumours from within the Malfoy family and if so, what could they be planning?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's not even the Malfoy family that's correlated with this entire prospect," Xavier said quietly, his mind racing with thoughts. Silence engulfed the group, each thinking about Dobby's warning and the meaning behind all of it.

"Well, I really hope nothing bad happens this year," Millie sighed, breaking the silence as she fed some treats to her cat. "Any good or neutral news?"

"Ooh, I've just remembered," Tracey spoke up. "My cousin told me that three students from Ilvermorny, all in his year level, were expelled for something and now they've been accepted into Hogwarts. They will be in our year level."

"Really?" Pansy questioned, her interest piqued.

"Expelled?" Blaise cocked an eyebrow. "In their first year? What could they have done to get expelled in their first year?"

"Beats me," Tracey concurred with vigorous nods. "Travis told me that the trio were apparently investigating some sort of hidden source of magic, or some ancient token hidden deep within the school and were caught red-handed."

"They already remind me of some people I might know," Millie joked, looking over at Xavier and Ron.

"Three Americans in a school filled with people from all over the British Isles, eh?" Theo asked, grinning to himself. "That ought to be interesting."

"Hmm, who knows? Maybe those three will be the downfall of Hogwarts that Dobby incessantly tipped off about," Ron proposed mischievously, and Daphne smacked his arm.

"Don't say things like that, Ronald," Daphne huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "We must give them the benefit of the doubt. How could three American students be the 'bad thing' that is going to happen at Hogwarts?"

"Just a bloody joke, Daph, no need to lose your hair over it," Ron reasoned, and Daphne rolled her eyes at how he was trying to rile her up with his words.

Xavier smirked to himself and shifted his body against the window, gazing out at the sempiternal fields and green pastures. He opted to push the thoughts of Dobby's warning and the arrival of the three American students aside and he laid in that position for a while, his eyes fixated on the outside world that passed by. All he could really think about was his mission along with the Grim inside of him.

As the hours went on, the Slytherin clique purchased sweet confections from the trolley lady and indulged in conversations with one another. Xavier took the chance to begin reading up on the book Pandora had gifted him on his birthday, The Art of Wandless Magic, learning the history and new techniques in sole focus. Tracey had already begun listening to the Walkman that Xavier bought her with an intrigued Theo, while Pansy fussed over Ron's overgrown hair. Blaise and Daphne conversed about Pure-Blood families and Millie took a nap with her cat curled up comfortingly in her lap. It was the perfect period for the transition between the holidays and the start of a new term at Hogwarts.

Ron Weasley's P.O.V:

Hogwarts Station - Monday, September 1st, 1992 (7:00 p.m.)

Ron and his friends disembarked the Slytherin carriage and walked onto the platform as Hagrid led the first years away to the boats. Their trunks and other luggage were already magically transported to the castle, and they waited impatiently for the Head Boy and Head Girl to direct them.

Once the Head Boy and Head Girl collected all of the students, save the first years, they were guided towards a fresh track where black carriages awaited them. Ron, however, stifled a gasp of shock when his eyes landed on black horse-like creatures with pointy wings by the carriages and he was slightly relieved to hear some others emit gasps or noises of bewilderment.

"Huh? What happened?" Tracey asked, her face marred with bafflement.

"What do you mean? Can't you see those dark creatures?" Ron questioned, his brow furrowed deeply.

"What creatures, Ron?" Pansy queried, looking at Ron as if he had gone mental.

"The creatures right in front of each of the carriages, Pansy," Xavier chimed in, his tone suggesting that they were blind.

"The ones that are probably going to pull the carriages," Daphne added, her wide eyes fixated on the strange beasts.

"Um, are you guys alright?" Millie asked slowly, her eyes darting between Ron, Xavier, and Daphne. "There's nothing there except the carriages."

"Don't waste your breath, Ron," Theo cut in calmly before Ron could speak. "Millie, Tracey, and Pansy can't see them like us."

"See what, Theo?" Tracey raised an eyebrow.

"Thestrals," Blaise answered for Theo. "They are magical creatures that can only be seen by those who have viewed and understood death."

Chills ran down Ron's spine as he slowly looked back at the Thestrals. They seemed to look quite menacing, yet they made no sound nor any bizarre movement that ignited intimidation or fear.

"Thestrals? They can only be seen by those who have seen death?" Pansy repeated, gulping audibly as she presumably stared at the trees.

"Don't worry, they are harmless, unlike the fierce and vicious descriptions they have been given throughout history," Theo assured quietly, his hand outstretched as he stroked the neck of one of the Thestrals. Tracey, Millie, and Pansy looked completely lost for words. Ron and Xavier glanced at one another. So, I see these… because I've seen death…

A shudder occurred in Ron's body, and he decided to board the carriage without another word. In his honest opinion, no child deserved to see death… And as such, seeing these Thestrals meant something to Ron. Something he just couldn't explain.

His friends emulated his actions and filled the space of the carriage, while other students did the same. After a moment, the carriages began to move, and silence fell over the group as the Thestrals pulled the carriages inhabited by students to Hogwarts.

"So…" Tracey started, and everyone looked at her uneasy expression. "How did you guys… well, you know… what d-death did you see?"

The atmosphere became tense forthwith, and everyone exchanged glances with one another, not sure to answer Tracey's frank question or not.

"You all know why I can see them," Theo spoke up after a few seconds, and he had an emotionless expression. "My mother… that was the first death I saw…" Fuck, poor Theo…

"Mine was the Troll… I think…" Ron admitted with a heavy sigh, though he was lying. My visions… I saw death in them. "I blasted it to a million pieces… and here we are, I guess."

Tracey, Pansy, and Millie had all paled severely from what Theo and Ron had told them, and they looked over to Daphne and Blaise.

"I'd rather not talk about it," Daphne said meekly in a small voice.

"Nor I," Blaise added indifferently.

"What about you, Xavier?" Pansy asked softly, and everyone faced him. Xavier was looking out to the dark outlines of the Forbidden Forest wordlessly and he proceeded to make no acknowledgement of Pansy's direct question for a few seconds.

"I think I've told you all before… but I did see death at the orphanage I once lived in," Xavier answered, his tone aloof and detached. "Lots of it…"

Silence once again inundated the group as they all pondered over each other's words with empathy and pity. It was a moment when a grave realisation hit them all; their world was dark, and it couldn't always be filled with light…

The rest of the ride was endured in silence, and Ron was once again absorbed in the cycle of thoughts he had wondered about over the summer. Ron couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation wash over him. Dobby's warning… the Thestrals… his visions hinting patently at a second wizarding war… the possible anger he was going to face within the Slytherin House for the Muggle Protection Act that was introduced by his father… in Ron's opinion, his second year was going to more problematic than his first and he utterly detested the thought of that. Ron only desired a year filled with attaining new knowledge, spell work and good times with his friends. Was it all too much to ask for? Ron spent the rest of the ride in a state of disquietude.

The ecstatic, loud voices of other students filled Ron's ears as he sat by the Slytherin table along with his other friends. The sight of the Great Hall evoked nostalgia for Ron and he felt his mind start to ease, while his friends had already broken out of their lugubrious dispositions and were chatting away eagerly.

"Silence," Professor McGonagall's voice reverberated throughout the spacious room. "The Sorting Ceremony will commence in a few moments, and I ask that all of you keep quiet."

With that, Professor McGonagall moved past the stool with the Sorting Hat on it and made her way out of the Great Hall. Ron regressed to a perturbed state, but for a totally different reason. Luna and Ginny were going to be sorted and he dearly prayed to Merlin that everything would go smoothly for his two sisters.

Professor McGonagall returned with the first years, and it was fascinating to watch the new students follow the strict professor with anxious and pale looks. This is how it must have been when we came through last year…

One by one, students were called up and everyone in the Great Hall watched the Sorting Ceremony unobtrusively out of courteousness.

"Luna Lovegood," Professor McGonagall read from her parchment, and Ron inhaled a deep breath to calm his nerves. He knew that Luna would unequivocally end up in Ravenclaw, albeit his worries.

The Hat was placed upon Luna's head and within seconds, the Hat yelled, "Ravenclaw!"

The Ravenclaw table burst out in applause as they welcomed a new member to their faction, and a smile broke out on Ron's face. Xavier bumped knees with him knowingly, and the pair exchanged relieved grins.

"Is that the girl you said was like a sister to you, Ron?" Theo recalled.

"Yes, she's practically family," Ron answered firmly.

"Aww, she looks quite cute, doesn't she?" Pansy cooed, while Daphne and Tracey nodded fervently. "Make sure to invite her over for mealtimes."

"Will do," Ron agreed wholeheartedly. They're going to love Luna!

A couple of students were then sorted, along with a boy named Rolf Scamander, which caught the attention of professors and students alike.

"Is that really Newt Scamander's grandson?" Millie questioned, her eyes focused on the smiling boy with swarthy features.

"Indeed, he is. Though, I would have thought that he would have gone to Ilvermorny instead," Blaise responded.

The grandson of the famous magizoologist was sent to Hufflepuff, and Ron wondered if Rolf and Luna would get along if they were friends, presuming that Rolf was enraptured by fauna like his grandfather and Luna were.

"Ginny Weasley," Professor McGonagall called out after a few more students were sorted, and a knot of agitation formed in Ron's stomach as his eyes landed on his sister walking up to the stool and placing the Hat on her head. His friends shot him reassuring looks, while Xavier placed a hand on Ron's shoulder. Please, for the love of Merlin… put her in Gryffindor… my brothers and friends can watch over her there… please…

Ginny and the Hat seemed to be enveloped in an argumentative conversation, and her brown eyes darted over to Ron. Ron was already praying for Ginny's placement in Gryffindor under his breath as his heart pounded strenuously, and he quickly glimpsed at his brothers. They were watching Ginny's figure with furrowed brows and glanced hastily at Ron.

After a moment, Ginny's expression became resolute, and the Hat bellowed, "Gryffindor!"

Ron sighed in pure tranquillity as the Gryffindor table applauded Ginny's arrival. The redhead girl slipped off to the lion's table and sat down, not before sending Ron a look of sorry. Ron instead grinned widely and winked at her, and she slowly broke into a smile.

"See, everything worked out, didn't it?" Xavier pointed out, squeezing Ron's shoulder, and Ron nodded firmly. Thank you, God… she won't have to put up with the shite I had to deal with…

The Sorting Ceremony then ended, and Professor Dumbledore stood up, clapping his hands to garner everyone's attention.

"Welcome yet again to another year of Hogwarts. I'm sure many of you are excited to be back here again, and to the first years, I welcome you endearingly to this marvellous place. As always, the Forbidden Forest is banned from any students for reasons of caution. As I see that all of you are famished, I will make this one introduction swift," Dumbledore beamed. "We have a new addition to our ranks and as such, I would like to introduce Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, who will be taking over the position as Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."

Lockhart stood up for everyone to get a better view of his neat, lilac robes and his precious, golden locks. Lockhart pompously bowed with a charming smile, to which many of the female students sighed dreamily or muttered excitedly to each other. Even Ron's female friends were giggling with one another, and it really irked Ron, especially when Lockhart smirked knowingly.

Ron was glad to see that none of his male friends nor the male student body or the professors shared the female student's sentiment and Ron stifled a laugh at the subtle look of revulsion on Professor Snape's face.

"Now, you may all fill your bellies up," Dumbledore concluded, and he clapped his hands, revealing mouth-watering dishes around them all.

"Bloody hell, he is one imperious twat, isn't he?" Ron pointed out as he devoured some chicken wings, and he received firm nods from his male friends, while his female friends looked scandalised by his words.

"No, he isn't! Gilderoy is a very courageous individual and has had many daring adventures!" Tracey exclaimed, and Ron cocked an eyebrow at her use of the professor's first name.

"Damn, we are not going to learn a single thing this year," Xavier scowled in disappointment, and the boys shared his sentiment. Fuck, I really want to learn something from Defence Against the Dark Arts class for a change…

"Just wait and you'll see," Daphne huffed exasperatedly. "Professor Lockhart will teach us many valuable things this year."

"Pfft, yeah right," Theo scoffed. "He'll probably teach us how to maintain our hair or something because apparently that will intimidate adversaries or evil creatures."

"Oh, shut up, Theo, Lockhart is a member of the Dark Force Defence League for God's sake," Pansy retorted. "He will be the perfect professor for Defence Against the Dark Arts."

"Well, whoever invited him is clearly taking the piss because no one in their right mind would do such a thing. He is a mere travesty of an individual for said league," Blaise sneered heavily, further infuriating the girls.

"No need to be so jealous, boys," Tracey smirked, and the four lads cocked their eyebrows incredulously. Is this lass serious?!

"No need to be so horny, girls," Xavier returned mockingly, and the girls' eyes widened as their cheeks turned rosy. Ron, Theo, and Blaise guffawed loudly. Ha, he got them there!

"How dare you to assume that we are… horny… over Professor Lockhart…" Daphne grimaced repulsively.

"Relax, it's a joke," Xavier placated dully. "But seriously, why are all of you crushing on him interminably?"

"We're not crushing, Xavier!" Tracey argued frustratedly.

"Yeah, sure whatever you say, Trace," Ron spoke up with a grin, and she glared at him.

"Anyway, I didn't see the three American students you were talking about, Trace," Theo noted, leaning to observe the four tables.

"Maybe they haven't arrived yet," Millie suggested thoughtfully.

"No, don't change the subject like that, Theo," Daphne snapped, losing her composure and Theo smirked smugly. "Why do you boys despise Lockhart so much?"

"He's just a vain cunt, isn't he?" Ron replied casually.

"Agreed, mate. He is, without a doubt, a cunt who is full of himself," Xavier concurred nonchalantly, and Daphne looked like someone had slapped her across the face.

"I'm going to do my absolute hardest to ignore what the both of you just said," Daphne bit out.

"Yes, ignorance is bliss, Daphne," Blaise encouraged, making the other boys smirk.

Dinner continued with segregation between the boys and the girls. The girls openly ignored the boy's obscene remarks of Lockhart, sporadically shooting death glares at them, to which they ignored blatantly or snickered at.

Valerie Robinson's P.O.V:

Headmaster's Office - Monday, September 1st, 1992 (8:30 p.m.)

Valerie, Deandre, and Demelza sat quietly on their chairs, studying the vibrant room with awe and preoccupation. Valerie felt herself become intrigued by the various instruments within the room and the many books caked in dust on the shelves. Demelza was inspecting the portraits of the previous Headmasters and Headmistresses, while Deandre excitedly muttered to himself when the fiery phoenix gazed at him.

Her time in the U.K. had been quite short, yet she enjoyed it thoroughly with her two best friends and found Hogwarts quite welcoming and amicable. Hearing new accents and seeing new sights was rather refreshing for the trio and the feeling of contentment was now deeply embedded within their hearts.

"Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, my dear children," The legendary Albus Dumbledore greeted kindly, garnering their attention. "I hope you find solace in the fact that Hogwarts will always provide help when one just asks for it."

Valerie, Deandre, and Demelza all nodded fervently, too awestruck by the famed sorcerer. "Now, I suggest we get the sorting of your House out of the way. Severus, may you please go fetch Mr Desmond. I must discuss some matters with him."

The cold, indifferent man in black robes in the corner of the room nodded curtly and billowed out of the office, while the headmaster placed an old, inanimate Hat on his desk.

"Will we be sorted by the Sorting Hat, headmaster?" Demelza asked inquisitively.

"Indeed, Miss Armstrong. The Sorting Hat was directly created by the four original founders of this very school and thus, he will decide which of the four Houses you each will be most suited for," Professor Dumbledore supplied, his eyes twinkling.

Valerie exchanged a quick look with her two friends. This was way different to the way they were sorted within Ilvermorny.

"Who would like to go first?" Dumbledore proposed cheerfully, and Deandre lifted his hand stoutly. "Very well, stay seated, Mr Montgomery. I will place the Sorting Hat on top of your head."

Valerie and Demelza closely watched as the acclaimed old man placed the old hat on top of Deandre's head and from what they observed, Deandre seemed to have immersed himself in a conversation with the Sorting Hat in his mind, judging by his surprised, yet determined expressions.

After a few seconds, the Hat announced, "Slytherin!"

Valerie and Demelza nearly jumped out of fright from the sudden animation of the Sorting Hat, but regressed to their composure after a few seconds, while Deandre grinned.

"That was dope, y'all," Deandre provided enthusiastically, making the headmaster chuckle.

"I'll go next, sir," Demelza piped in, and the hat was placed on her head. Once again, a conversation occurred between the two and much to their luck, the Sorting Hat declared, "Slytherin!"

"Nice, we're in the same House," Deandre relished, and Demelza nodded in agreement.

"Guess it's my turn," Valerie chimed in, and the Sorting Hat was placed on her head.

"Hello?"

"Ah, hello, dear girl,"

"This is so bizarre…"

"Hmm… I see a thirst for courage and bravery within your heart… very good traits… you care deeply about your loved ones and will do anything for them… Very altruistic, indeed… Ooh, I also feel a sense of quick cleverness and fraternity… much like your two friends, in fact… and ambition… it overpowers the rest… You seek someone here in this castle, do you not?"

"Yes… yes, I do,"

"How intriguing… I believe you will be acquainted with him faster than you think…"

"Wait, really? That's… that's great news! What House do I belong to, Sorting Hat?"

"Suffice to say, you belong in Slytherin, even if you and your friends were in three completely different Houses back in your original school… sometimes our traits can align with each other in different places at different times…"

Valerie held her breath as the Sorting Hat proclaimed, "Slytherin!"

Valerie opened her eyes and sighed in relief, while Deandre and Demelza celebrated their luck of being with one another in the same House.

"Three additions to the House of Slytherin," Dumbledore smiled merrily, placing the Sorting Hat back on a shelf. "I'm sure your peers will be compelled by your presence, and I assure you all, Hogwarts will become your second home."

Valerie, Deandre, and Demelza all nodded firmly, feeling at ease by the headmaster's soothing words.

"Please, tell me how Headmaster Pope is these days," Dumbledore requested, his eyes twinkling. "It has been some time since I've made any contact with the remarkable man."

"He's doing just fine, sir," Demelza responded, smiling fondly at the thought of the generous headmaster of Ilvermorny. "He fought hard for our chance to stay at Ilvermorny, but he was… unsuccessful."

Valerie's eyes fell to her hands as a sense of familiar pain erupted throughout her soul. She wouldn't ever forget the day when she and her two best friends were barred from the very school, they were ever so ecstatic to learn and become one with magic. The very school that they had dreamed of attending as children. Headmaster Pope had done everything in his power to prevent the expulsion of three of his students, but the Board of Governors had been tough and firm. Especially when it was led by Sigmund Smith.

"I understand," Dumbledore spoke softly, his tone carrying sympathy. "Over time, you will heal from this particular memory, but patience will be key. And I said before, help will always be provided to those who simply ask for it at Hogwarts."

Valerie, Deandre, and Demelza all nodded softly, internalising the brilliant sorcerer's advice. Valerie opted to implement the headmaster's advice, even though she knew it would be easier said than done. Demelza was already a very perceptive and collected individual, and Deandre typically masked memories that made him sour by his witty humour or distracting himself with hobbies. Valerie could only count on books, her friends, and herself to heal, even though deep down, she knew she wouldn't ever fully recover. Nor would her friends.

A sudden knock came to the door behind them, and Dumbledore consented, "Come in."

The dark-robed man with the hooked nose came back in along with a student with dark features and dreadlocks. "Ah, impeccable timing. Mr Desmond, I would like you to meet three of your new Housemates," Dumbledore introduced, and he fixed his look at Valerie, Deandre, and Demelza. "This is Xavier Desmond, a fellow Slytherin student in your year level." It's him… it's really him…

Deandre and Demelza had gotten up to exchange handshakes with the dark-skinned boy, but Valerie had frozen in her chair as she attempted to calm her bubbling nerves. There he was… Xavier Desmond. The Sorting Hat had been right! Valerie cleared her breath and approached Xavier's figure with a steady composure.

"Hello, my name is Valerie Robinson," Valerie greeted softly, staring right into Xavier's black coals for eyes.

"And I'm Xavier Desmond. It's a pleasure to meet you," Xavier returned politely, taking Valerie's hand and kissing her knuckles out of courtesy. A smile graced Valerie's lips. She just couldn't take her eyes off him. It truly was a miracle of sorts. And he practises pure-blood customs that seem to be so significant over here…

"Children, this man here is also your Head of House and Potions Master, Severus Snape," Dumbledore introduced, and the trio faced the menacing, tall man and nodded respectfully concurrently. Professor Snape nodded back curtly, and each of them relaxed.

"I'm sure that you three are exhausted from your trip," Dumbledore spoke up. "Severus, please lead them to their allocated dorms in the Slytherin Common Rooms. Your schedules will be handed out tomorrow at breakfast. Goodnight, my dear children and welcome to Hogwarts."

"Goodnight, professor," Valerie, Deandre, and Demelza chorused before following Professor Snape. Valerie looked back and made full eye contact with Xavier, who stared back reticently at her. Valerie smiled softly to herself as she exited the office with her two friends and Professor Snape as her heart swelled triumphantly. That was him… Xavier Desmond… My cousin…

Xavier Desmond's P.O.V:

Headmaster's Office - Monday, September 1st, 1992 (8:50 p.m.)

"Please, take a seat, my boy," Dumbledore gestured towards a seat by his desk. Xavier obliged and sat down, while Dumbledore emulated his action on his chair behind his desk. "Acid pops?"

"No, thank you, professor," Xavier replied aloofly. "I consider myself to be the opposite of a sweet tooth."

"Fair enough," Dumbledore smiled, placing his jar of acid pops back underneath his desk. "Please, tell me how you feel."

"Just fine, professor," Xavier answered truthfully. "I've been taking the specified potions required for my recuperation and I feel both healthy and fit enough to do what I have always done."

"That's wonderful news, my dear boy," Dumbledore spoke, and he looked a little downtrodden. "Please forgive me for my abrupt departure the last time we spoke. I… I was caught up in a moment and I couldn't help myself…" Oh right… when he cried…

"It's perfectly fine, professor," Xavier reassured, adorning an understanding look. "Ron and I were slightly perplexed, but nonetheless, we settled on the idea that maybe an old memory had resurfaced in your mind at that moment."

"You both are very clever," Dumbledore praised softly. "Please, ask any questions that are lingering in your mind, dear boy."

Xavier stared directly at the old man expressionlessly, pondering what to query about and for a few seconds, silence washed over them.

"Sir, do you have any plans in mind that involve how to manage the Dark Lord?" Xavier broke the silence.

"The Dark Lord is no doubt ravaging through vessels for his use and I'm certain he is out there, planning and scheming. As such, I want you to not worry about such matters and to instead, focus on schoolwork and yourself," Dumbledore responded firmly, and Xavier nodded curtly. "I assure you, however, the Dark Lord will be met with force and retaliation if he is seen."

Xavier nodded once more, and silence filled the room for a few seconds. A knock came to the door, to which Dumbledore replied, "Come in, Severus."

Xavier's favourite professor came through and stood behind Xavier's figure indifferently. "I have assigned the three new additions to my House to their dorms, Headmaster. I would also like to suggest something."

"By all means, do tell," Dumbledore permitted with a golden smile.

"Mr Desmond should show them around Hogwarts and inform them of the boundaries and different floors," Snape recommended, and Xavier concealed his annoyance with a blank stare. Why me?!

"That's a brilliant idea, Severus," Dumbledore agreed keenly. "After all, you are all in the same House and at the same year level. Friendships can bloom in the most unexpected places."

Xavier and Snape exchanged eye rolls; the old man did love to make people uncomfortable with his sappy words.

"Sure thing, professor," Xavier relented. "Instead of my usual morning routine, I'll utilise that time to give them a tour."

"Excellent," Dumbledore replied cheerfully. "Are there any other questions?"

Xavier pondered wordlessly about divulging Dobby's warning to the Headmaster and the Potions Master but ultimately decided against it. Why make them worry if this warning could not possibly happen?

"No, professor," Xavier stated, standing up from his chair. "Am I excused?"

"Yes, you are, Mr Desmond. Please, have a good rest," Dumbledore concluded earnestly, and Xavier nodded tersely.

"Will do, Headmaster," Xavier returned as Snape guided him out of the office.

Boy's Dormitory - Tuesday, September 2nd, 1992 (7 a.m.)

Xavier tied his shoelaces expertly and glanced at the other three four-poster beds, containing his sleeping male friends. Xavier had no desire to drag Ron into the tour he was about to give and as such, he made his way out of his dorms unaccompanied.

Xavier was glad to see that the three American students were already up and awaiting his arrival by the fireplace, and when they noticed his approaching figure, they stood up and faced him. They seem alright enough… small talk should be good, I guess…

Xavier quickly took the time to study his new year Slytherin year-mates more firmly.

Deandre Montgomery had a rather fit and lean build, was dark-skinned and had a hairstyle Xavier distinctively recalled as 'afro twists', along with a fade on the sides and back.

Demelza Armstrong was a dark-skinned girl, with long, black braids that washed over her shoulders. She had a slender build and Xavier got the vibe that she was a rather perceptive individual, much like Luna, even if she seemed withdrawn and remote.

And as for Valerie Robinson, she had bronze skin along with beautiful, olive-green eyes. Her black curls spiralled down her shoulders and she seemed to have a cordial aura that lingered around her.

"How was your first night here at Hogwarts?" Xavier started as he neared them.

"Lonely, but cosy," Deandre Montgomery replied, his accent easy on the ears. "I share my dorm with no one else."

"Where will you take us first?" Demelza Armstrong questioned, curiosity laced in her tone.

"Well, I'm sure you lot have already checked out the common room, so I will show you around the rest of Hogwarts," Xavier clarified, and the four set off towards the exit.

"God, that British accent… can't get enough of it," Deandre admitted, making Xavier smirk a little. Xavier led the three Americans out of the common room, all the while informing them of the professors, subjects, and classroom locations.

"Here is the Great Hall," Xavier informed, and the three American students inspected the place with awe and approval. "It's used for mealtimes, feasts, and the headmaster does like to make announcements here every now and then. It's quite vacant right now, but in about an hour or so, it will be filled with everyone who will want to be present for breakfast."

"Don't the ceilings reflect a starry night sky in the evenings?" Demelza recalled, and Xavier nodded curtly, noting that she already had knowledge of the vast castle.

"Is it true that Hogwarts has many secret rooms?" Deandre questioned, eyeing the professor's table.

"Oh, most definitely. I've even found two myself," Xavier answered truthfully.

"Is that so? Well, go on, tell us," Deandre encouraged.

"Now, it wouldn't be so much of a secret if I told you lot, would it?" Xavier pointed out.

"Ah, fair play," Deandre sighed, feigning disappointment. He and Theo would get along well…

"Come along, I'll take you lot to the Courtyard," Xavier told them, and they obliged, turning on their heels and departing the Great Hall.

As Deandre commented about the portraits on the wall to an amused Demelza, Xavier glanced at Valerie, who had been mostly quiet and reserved throughout the tour.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Xavier asked, and Valerie turned her attention to him. "Feeling overwhelmed, eh?"

"Oh, no… not really," Valerie assured hastily. "I'm just taking in this enormous castle. There's so much to process, you know?"

"Fair enough, I always explored the castle in my first year out of curiosity," Xavier provided, and Valerie smiled. "How did you three arrive to the U.K.?"

"We used a portkey," Valerie supplied, her voice as soft as snow. "A family friend of ours lives in Scotland, and we stayed there for the majority of the summer."

"I see," Xavier replied. I probably shouldn't ask her how she and her two friends got expelled… might still be a sore spot…

"I've heard that you're a prodigy," Valerie spoke up after a few moments. "Even in the States, we get word of things like your achievements."

"I shouldn't be surprised," Xavier responded, feeling intrigued. "But yes, I have been labelled a prodigy here at Hogwarts. It's merely a title, though."

"And you're quite modest too," Valerie giggled, and Xavier smiled a little.

"My best friend, Ronald Weasley, is also labelled a prodigy here. We've had our moments, I guess, but in reality, we just study hard and succeed from there," Xavier shrugged casually. "What about you? You excel at your studies?"

"I wouldn't say excel, but Deandre does like to remind me of my affinity for healing magic, Potions, and Charms," Valerie responded. They also share the same subjects as we do.

"And you called me modest," Xavier joked, making Valerie's smile widen. "Charms, Potions, healing magic, eh? Not bad at all… in fact, healing magic is one branch I've never really involved myself in…"

"Really?" Valerie questioned, something flashing in her eyes. "What subjects here at Hogwarts are your strengths?"

"Probably Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, and Defence Against the Dark Arts, even if we've barely learnt anything," Xavier responded thoughtfully. "I am quite interested in history, so I do quite well in History of Magic and the same goes for Astronomy. Herbology might most likely be my least favourite or my weakest subject here at Hogwarts.

"Is there a library here?" Valerie inquired curiously, and Xavier nodded firmly.

"Indeed, there is. I'll take you lot to it after we check out the Courtyard," Xavier offered, and Valerie smiled gratefully.

"Thank you. I know I will probably use the library a lot as I do value my studying," Valerie confessed, and she adorned a shy look. "If you want, we could study together… I mean, I could teach you some basics on healing magic." That was… quite frank… what's her true intention?

Xavier pondered over her overture as they continued traversing and he replied, "Sounds like a good proposal. What would you like in return?"

"Oh, nothing," Valerie answered, and Xavier sensed the honesty in her tone.

"What, just like that? Nothing in return?" Xavier cocked an eyebrow, and Valerie nodded vigorously. "How altruistic…"

"Yes, I've been told that many times, believe me," Valerie rolled her eyes.

"A generous trait to procure, but a useless tactic in the Slytherin House," Xavier continued bluntly, and Valerie was taken aback. "As a Slytherin, you should always bargain with someone at a price. You offer them something, and you make sure you are given something in return. Just some advice."

"Well… if you're sure…" Valerie said slowly, regaining her composure. "Do you have anything in mind?"

"Well, healing magic is something I've been wanting to embark on, so I reckon I should offer you something you might have always wanted to look into," Xavier explained, his brow furrowed. "How about some basics on wandless magic?"

"You can perform wandless magic?" Valerie asked, her eyes widened from disbelief. "Are you pulling my leg?"

"You can take my word for it," Xavier suggested. "I say we meet up at the library when we have free time after the fourth period, and I'll show you some wandless magic, while you can teach me some of the foundations of healing magic."

"I…" Valerie started, before smiling appreciatively. "Sure thing, Xavier - oh wait, may I call you by your first name?"

"Yeah, why not?" Xavier consented, feeling sated with himself for producing a conversation with the alluring girl. "And can I call you Valerie?" An amazing name, too…

"Of course, Xavier," Valerie granted. "Thank you for this."

"It's no problem, Valerie," Xavier promised as they caught up to Deandre and Demelza.

Dungeons - Tuesday, September 2nd, 1992 (7:35 a.m.)

"So, what do you think?" Xavier asked as he led the three Americans back to the common room.

"It's a wondrous place, enriched by its long history, that's for sure," Demelza responded, looking keen to begin her schooling.

"Nowhere near as cool as Ilvermorny, though," Deandre shrugged, and Xavier fought the urge to roll his eyes.

"You should tell me about your old school sometime," Xavier suggested, and he shot a glance at them. "If you want to, of course…"

"Sure thing, pal," Deandre nodded vigorously, and Xavier nodded back before facing the entrance to the common room. They don't seem too fazed…

"Salazar," Xavier said, and the entrance opened, revealing the common room.

As the four entered, Xavier spotted his friends conversing with one another by the couches, while many others roamed about. Xavier looked to his left and he found Erik and Selene gesturing him and the three American students over. They obliged and walked over to the two sixth years.

"You three must be the new students from America," Erik spoke, his grey eyes looking between them. "I am Erik Burke, the sixth-year male prefect of the Slytherin House. It's a pleasure to meet you all."

"Likewise," Demelza replied politely, while Deandre and Valerie nodded.

"And I'm assuming that you've given them a tour of our school?" Selene added, and Xavier nodded tersely. "Excellent. It's indeed a pleasure to meet you all. I'm Selene Selwyn, the sixth-year female prefect of the Slytherin House."

"Stay right here," Erik ordered. "I must introduce you three to the rest of the House."

Valerie, Deandre, and Demelza nodded and stood by Erik, while Selene faced Xavier with a look of indifference and informed, "Come to us after this announcement. We need to discuss something."

Xavier nodded once and shot the three Americans a parting nod before deciding to head over to his friends.

"Where were you?" Tracey questioned as Xavier leaned against the wall. "We were starting to worry."

"No need, Trace. I was giving a tour to the newest additions to our House. You know those three American students your cousin told you about? They were all sorted into Slytherin last night," Xavier provided, piquing everyone's attention.

"Really? Where are they?" Pansy asked, and Xavier pointed over to where Erik and Selene were.

"Everyone, we've got an announcement to make," Erik's voice reverberated throughout the common room, garnering everyone's attention. "Last night, three new students who have arrived from the United States were introduced to Hogwarts and have all been sorted into the Noble House of Slytherin."

Everyone's eyes lingered on the three American students that stood by Erik, and whispers instantly emanated throughout the common room. A couple of girls were blushing at Deandre, while others looked intrigued by the three Americans.

"That's really them, then," Theo whispered.

"Travis was right," Tracey noted to herself.

"Did you get to know them?" Daphne asked.

"Yeah, they are quite interesting," Xavier responded truthfully.

"And as such, they will be brought into our House knowing that us Slytherins value loyalty, fraternity and resourcefulness and we will all treat them with respect and no hostility. Please, make them feel welcomed as they are now one of us," Erik concluded and people immediately approached the trio, engaging in conversations with them.

"What are their names, mate?" Ron inquired.

"The bloke's name is Deandre Montgomery, and the two lasses are Valerie Robinson and Demelza Armstrong," Xavier supplied, and Blaise's brow furrowed.

"All three are pure-bloods," Blaise pointed out.

"How do you know?" Millie queried.

"They each come from some prominent families in the States," Daphne answered for Blaise. "I'm certain I've heard of their last names before."

"Three pure bloods expelled from Ilvermorny?" Xavier piped in, cocking an eyebrow. "How odd…"

"Eh, I'm pretty sure America is much different to Great Britain, mate," Theo replied. "Father told me that being part of a rich pure-blood family, immersed within magical history, isn't as remarkable as it is here."

"Yes, but at the same time, many pure-blood families didn't leave for America when European Muggles did, so being a pure-blood in America does mean something," Tracey opposed, remembering her cousin's words. Hmm… maybe I should get to know Valerie more when we meet up at the library… ask her about some things…

"Ooh, I really dig his hairstyle," Pansy chimed in with approval, her eyes fixated on Deandre's hair. "Makes him look more handsome."

"You like him, eh?" Xavier teased, and Pansy blushed.

"No, I didn't say that-"

"No problem, I'll go tell him right now," Xavier grinned mischievously as he began to walk away from his friends.

"No, I was just kidding!" Pansy exclaimed, while the others wore amused smirks.

"Relax, Pans, I'm going to speak to Erik and Selene," Xavier reassured, and he headed over to the two prefects. They turned to him as he cleared his throat. "You said you wanted to discuss something with me?"

"Indeed," Selene replied, her usual look of indifference gone. "Follow us."

Erik and Selene guided Xavier to a secluded corner, and Xavier leaned against a wall with his usual calm, emotionless composure.

"Let me guess, you want to thank me for contributing to last year's win?" Xavier conjectured.

"You played a large role in securing our seventh win in a row," Erik spoke, his tone marred with pride. "You and Ronald Weasley have done an outstanding job."

"And it's good to see you back on your feet," Selene added, inspecting Xavier's figure. "I'm sure you don't feel the need to disclose any details, so don't feel any need to adhere to obligations. Erik and I would like to give you and Ronald Weasley something to show our appreciation. After all, hard work and dedication deserve its merits."

"I'd say diligence is a merit itself," Xavier shrugged, causing Erik and Selene to smirk.

"Nevertheless, please accept this gift," Erik said, presenting Xavier with a thick book, with a black, rigid cover, and Xavier took the gift with a raised eyebrow. "It's a tome detailed with spells that one would categorise as more complex, intricate and dangerous."

"Erik and I don't have to be Seers to know that you and Ronald practise your spell work and are always up for acquiring new knowledge or spells in the spare times you get," Selene provided, scrutinising Xavier's inexpressive look closely.

"Having some knowledge on these sorts of spells may aid you one day," Erik added, unbothered by Xavier's detached countenance. "Just a little gift to express our gratitude."

"Welcome back, Xavier," Selene concluded, and the two sixth-year prefects left Xavier to himself. Xavier's eyes lingered on the disappearing figures of Erik and Selene before slowly analysing the tome.

Xavier flipped through the first few pages and his eyes scanned over the vivid pictures and certain words that caught his attention.

In all honesty, Xavier had the urge to try out some spells right then and there. He was beguiled by darker spells, and he knew that he would study this tome sooner or later. It was inevitable. He just wasn't sure if Ron would be on board with this gift. After all, Ron had been taught to not get entangled with the Dark Arts. At the same time, Ron was a more divergent Weasley than the rest, and similar to Xavier, Ron was allured by the temptation of learning new spells. Xavier would have to discuss this tome with Ron either way.

The Great Hall - Tuesday, September 2nd, 1992 (8:15 a.m.)

"Here are your schedules for this year," Professor Snape announced coldly, handing Xavier and his friends a timetable of the subjects each.

"Thank you, professor," Daphne replied politely as she passed a schedule to Tracey, and the dark-robed man nodded curtly before proceeding further down the Slytherin table.

Xavier scanned his timetable and made note of the subjects that would occur throughout the day. Double Charms, double Transfiguration, and double Defence Against the Dark Arts…

"We have double periods all day," Xavier informed.

"Two hours of History of Magic on a Monday and Thursday!" Theo exclaimed out of disbelief. "As if one period wasn't harsh enough." He received vigorous nods of agreement from everyone, save Ron and Xavier.

"Ugh, we also have double Herbology on Mondays and Wednesday afternoons," Pansy groaned, feeling irritated at the thought of getting sweaty and grubby.

"Hmm, we have Charms in the first period," Millie noted. At the mention of Charms, Xavier looked down the table and fixed his eyes on the American trio. They were conversing with one another keenly, analysing their timetables like everybody else, and Valerie turned her head to lock eyes with Xavier. They gazed at one another for three seconds before concurrently sending a small nod to one another and Xavier looked back to the fried egg on his plate.

"I wonder if they excel at any particular subject," Tracey said, noticing Xavier's swift peek.

"We'll just have to wait and see," Blaise responded nonchalantly as he ate his breakfast with customary etiquette.

"Who are the first years in Slytherin this year?" Xavier questioned, swiftly changing the subject.

"There are eight first years. They're Asher Jones, Isaiah Foley, Zubeida Khan, Yurika Haneda, Zoe Accrington, Viola Richmond, Yatin Bhagat, and Epirus Avery," Daphne answered truthfully.

"Someone pays attention," Tracey muttered.

"Epirus Avery?" Ron's voice crept into the conversation. "He comes from the Avery family?"

"Indeed," Blaise confirmed indifferently. "Epirus Avery is the son of Ian Avery and Anastasia Yaxley."

"I'm presuming that he is the only pureblood out of the lot?" Ron asked, and Theo nodded firmly.

"What about the other first years? Do you lot know anything about them?" Xavier queried.

"Not really, though Asher Jones ending up in Slytherin might have been a surprise for his family," Pansy pointed out.

"How so?" Millie asked.

"He has two cousins that attend Hogwarts, Millie," Daphne answered for Pansy. "Megan Jones, who's in our year, is in Hufflepuff, while Peter Jones, who is a year above us, is in Gryffindor."

"Ah, Asher Jones might be the next Ron Weasley," Theo alluded mysteriously, making Ron roll his eyes.

"Shut up," Ron replied.

"I'm certain that he is also related to Gwenog Jones," Blaise piped in, piquing Ron's interest.

"Gwenog Jones, eh? As in the elite beater in the Holyhead Harpies?" Ron recalled, and Blaise nodded. "Damn…"

"Ooh, we have Defence Against the Dark Arts today!" Tracey suddenly squealed in delight, garnering Daphne, Pansy, and Millie's attention and they began to chat excitedly amongst one another. Xavier merely glanced at the boys, and they rolled their eyes simultaneously. Fuck, I don't want to be taught by that incompetent tart…

Ron Weasley's P.O.V:

Courtyard - Tuesday, September 2nd, 1992 (2:15 p.m.)

Ron, followed by his friends, entered the courtyard to enjoy some fresh air and the warmth of the glaring sun before their Defence Against the Dark Arts class would commence. Students were scattered all over the courtyard, playing gobblestones or simply immersing themselves in their books.

The day had begun with Charms and as usual, Ron and Xavier had locked into their 'school mindset' and answered questions that Professor Flitwick proposed, effectively earning them House points.

The Slytherins were coupled with the Ravenclaws this year, and as such, many Ravenclaws, specifically Padma Patil, also ended up earning points for answering questions.

To everyone's surprise, Valerie Robinson, one of the new students, also answered several questions, giving Ron the hint that she was knowledgeable in Charms.

Once, everyone had revised their work on the levitation charm, Professor Flitwick had performed 'Immobulus' the freezing charm, and the rest of the second period was used for students to practise the new charm.

Ron, who had practised this charm from the notes Percy had lent him, and Xavier, who had also practised the charm beforehand, ended up performing the spell successfully on their first few tries. Additionally, Valerie Robinson had also found success in achieving the spell, and all three earned more House points. Suffice to say, the Slytherins were already happy with Ron, Xavier, and Valerie.

Transfiguration then took place after a small fifteen break and Professor McGonagall had asked questions to test her students of their knowledge, and as usual, Ron, Xavier, and Hermione had answered the questions hastily and sufficiently.

Once it came to the practical work, Professor McGonagall had instructed everyone to transfigure a beetle to a button. After scolding some girls who had screamed at the sight of the beetles, Professor McGonagall had demonstrated the transfiguration before letting the students try. Ron had applied his earlier knowledge of transfiguration and he had triumphed on his first try, along with Xavier and Hermione. Demelza Armstrong also ended up getting the end result on her first try, and Slytherin was no doubt in the lead once again. Erik and Selene would definitely be jubilant.

Theo and Blaise leaned against a wall, muttering about how disastrous Lockhart was going to be, while the girls all sat on the grass en masse, giggling to themselves about the handsome professor. Ron was about to join Theo and Blaise but was stopped by Xavier who signalled him to a more secluded spot. What's this?

"What's wrong, mate?" Ron asked once there was some distance between them and every other occupant of the immense courtyard.

"I wanted to discuss something with you," Xavier started, and he pulled out a black, hardcover book out of his robes and placed it in Ron's hands. Ron's brow furrowed, especially by the heavier aspect of the book. "It's a tome that contains darker and more powerful spells, mate. Erik and Selene gave it to me this morning as a gift for our main contribution to Slytherin's win last year."

Ron didn't respond or ask questions right away. Instead, he slowly ran his fingers across the black cover, eyeing the engraved words 'DARK ARTS TOME: VOLUME 1' and dubiously opened the book. Ron's eyes immediately fell on the graphic pictures depicting demonstrations of the effects of a spell.

All his life, Ron had been taught thoroughly that turning to the Dark Arts would be the end of him. No one ever fully recovered nor stayed sane. His father, mother, and Bill in particular were big advocates for not abusing the Dark Arts and staying as far away from it as possible. Ron could even remember the time Charlie was caught a tome similar to the one in his hands and, needless to say, their mother had pummelled some sense into Charlie's head.

However, Ron was intrigued by the Dark Arts. Possibly even tantalised. Ron had come to understand that being in the Slytherin House coupled with the intentions of expanding his knowledge and skills on spell work would require the Dark Arts. Or at least some basic foundations of it. He was sure his friend's parents had tomes alike in their libraries. But what if he was caught? Would his parents disown him? Would his siblings despise him? Would he be pulled out of Hogwarts?

"Ron?" Xavier's voice pulled Ron out of his thoughts. "Mate, it's fine if you don't want to use it or do anything with it at all. I just wanted to inform you of it."

Ron nodded curtly, his eyes still fixated on the book. Maybe… maybe I should try one spell out…

"I'll… I'll see, mate," Ron spoke. "I want to try, but… other factors prohibit me."

"I understand completely, mate," Xavier replied, patting Ron's shoulder. "I… I personally want to experiment with it. But I will be cautious."

"Of course, you do what you want," Ron nodded, and he handed the tome back to Xavier. Xavier tucked it in his robes and the two made their way back to their friends.

"What the hell?" Theo suddenly yelled out, garnering their attention as he dropped one of Lockhart's textbooks.

"What? What's wrong, Theo?" Tracey quickly questioned, as Ron and Xavier ran to Theo.

"There's not a single spell in that book!" Theo supplied, pointing at the textbook on the cobblestone. "Not one!"

"What?!" Ron exclaimed, looking over a horrified Xavier.

"These aren't textbooks," Blaise provided coldly, sneering at 'Wanderings with Werewolves'. "These are novels." WHAT THE FUCK?! NOVELS?!

"You guys didn't know?" Pansy asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"You guys knew?!" Ron's jaw fell to the floor. "What the bloody hell are we going to learn if there isn't a single bloody spell in the 'textbooks'?!"

"Ease up, Ron," Daphne advised, smiling tenderly at the 'Voyages with Vampires'. "I'm sure Professor Lockhart will teach us plenty. After all, these textbooks have documented his brave accolades, adventures and achievements."

"He has to be taking the fucking piss," Xavier sighed to himself, rubbing his forehead. "There's no way in Merlin's soul that we spent a fortune on some books that won't mean shit to us this year." Fuck me… mum and dad spent so much on these textbooks… and they don't even matter a rat's arse to our learning for this year and next year…

"Just wait until Defence Against the Dark Arts class," Tracey huffed indignantly. "We'll see then." I can't believe it… I'm looking forward to Defence Against the Dark Arts as much as Harry looks forward to Potions…

"Speaking of which," Blaise glanced at his watch. "Our break is nearly over. Let's go."

D.A.D.A Classroom - Tuesday, September 2nd, 1992 (2:30 p.m.)

The Slytherins and the Gryffindors entered the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom en masse and filled the vacant tables, while Professor Lockhart was nowhere to be seen. Ron took a seat next to Xavier in the middle row, not really keen on being close to where Lockhart would presumably stand.

The boys were all repulsed to see the room decorated with 'girlish' colours and that the ponce Lockhart had several portraits of himself on the walls, showing off their pearly-white smiles. Weird cunt…

Once everyone was seated and organised their textbooks, they sat in silence, wondering where their newest professor was.

"Maybe Peeves chased him out of the school," Ron heard Seamus Finnegan theorise to Dean Thomas. Yeah, hopefully…

"Ahem," came a cough from the staircase. Oh no…

Professor Lockhart descended from the staircase with a charming smile, garnering sighs from the female students and grimaces from the male students. The young man gave a small twirl and bowed courteously. Ron and Xavier glanced at one another. What the fuck is this tosser doing?

"Gilderoy Lockhart," Lockhart began, patting off a speck on his lilac robes. "Order of Merlin: Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defence League, and five-time recipient of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile award… but I'm not here to discuss those matters. After all, I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!"

Ron, Xavier, Theo, and Blaise all sent each other incredulous looks. There's no bloody way in hell he earned those accolades…

"Everyone seems to have my seven textbooks," Lockhart noted, his eyes darting from table to table. "Brilliant! I will be handing out a short quiz to begin this lesson."

Ron and Xavier exchanged quick looks. A quiz? Good, finally something good…

Once the papers were handed out to everyone, Lockhart glanced at his pocket watch, and instructed, "You have thirty minutes. Begin!"

The sound of papers being turned over permeated throughout the room, and everyone focused on their test silently. Ron narrowed his eyes on the first question but blinked several times when he read it. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favourite colour? What the hell?

Ron raised his head to glance at those who surrounded him. Each boy had a similar look of puzzlement planted on their face, while the girls were answering away.

Ron shook his head, decided to move on to the question and cocked an eyebrow at the question 'What is Gilderoy Lockhart's most notable achievement?'

To his utter shock, all forty questions correlated to Lockhart, not with the actual class subject. Ron and Xavier looked at one another at the same time, both feeling dread arise in their stomach. They were actually going to fail at something.

"What the fuck is this shit, mate?" Xavier whispered, his eyes darting over to Lockhart who was too busy admiring his reflection.

"Search me, mate," Ron whispered back, feeling more and more ire build up towards Lockhart. "The ponce can't just expect us to learn anything in this class if it's only going to be about him."

Ron spent the rest of the thirty minutes panicking, feeling infuriated and completely lost, though he wasn't the only one. All the boys were sending each other looks of confusion and some were swearing under their breath. Bill… Charlie… Percy… I'm sorry, lads… I've failed…

"Time's up!" Lockhart announced, breaking the silence and some people broke out of their stupor, while the girls quickly scribbled the last few words. "Hand the papers to me."

As Ron's paper was collected, he sat slumped in his chair, staring solely at the desk in front of him. He had definitely failed that. Would this affect his performance and knowledge of this subject? Ron didn't bloody know. All he knew was that this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts was ruined by another inadequate cunt. The boys seem to be grunting to one another, while the girls gushed in excited tones, discussing their personal answers.

"Ah! Where is Miss Granger?" Lockhart suddenly asked, looking around the room and Hermione raised a trembling hand. "You were the only one who knew my favourite colour! Funny, considering that my current robes were meant to give you all a hint! Nevertheless, ten points shall be awarded to you, Miss. Granger. Excellent work!"

Hermione's blush deepened considerably, especially at how Lockhart was beaming proudly at her. What a complete weirdo…

"Now, what you all have been waiting for," Lockhart's tone became mysterious. He then placed a large cage covered in a cloth onto his desk, and it rattled violently, alarming everyone. Ron and Xavier both leaned forward in their seats, feeling intrigued. "It's my sworn duty to help prepare you against the most sinister and forbidding creatures that wizarding-kind have ever laid their eyes upon. In this class, you might even encounter your worst nightmares, but I assure you that no true harm will be caused to you while I am here. Now… prepare yourselves…"

Everyone looked anxious by Lockhart's ominous tone and Ron gripped his wand tightly in his pocket, feeling the anticipation increase by the very second.

"I will ask for you to caution restraint… or else, they might be provoked," Lockhart recommended darkly, and he ripped off the cover. "Yes, freshly caught Cornish Pixies!"

No one said a word for a few seconds. Everyone just blinked at the electric-blue small creatures that babbled incessantly and annoyingly. It was only when Seamus Finnegan began to howl with laughter, that sound erupted in the classroom. Even Ron was wheezing his heart out, feeling tears slide down his cheeks. This man is a bloody joke! That was the most anti-climactic reveal ever!

The laughter didn't cease and the dozens of electric-blue Cornish Pixies who spurred out nonsense and gibberish in their squeaky voices only fuelled the laughter emitted by the boys.

"Laugh all you want," Lockhart warned menacingly. "But we'll see who's laughing… when they're free!"

Lockhart swiftly opened a small door of the cage and that was the beginning of a catastrophe. Within seconds, the devious, little creatures flew upon the students, wreaking havoc with their textbooks and anything that was in sight. What the fuck!

Ron expertly ducked a book thrown by one of the pixies and caught sight of Millie defending Pansy by whacking her own textbook at the pixies. The Gryffindor students were already dealing with small cuts and injuries, and everyone ran in different directions, while Lockhart seemed to have bolted out of sight.

"HE'S GONE!" Dean Thomas yelled amidst the chaos.

"Fucking scumbag!" Theo growled, covering Tracey protectively.

"Ron!" Xavier exclaimed, and Ron spun around. "Use stunning spells!"

Ron nodded firmly and directed his wand at two pixies who were somehow lifting Neville off the ground by his ears.

"Stupefy!" Ron bellowed, and one pixie dropped to the ground to which Ron felt grim satisfaction. The other dropped Neville onto the floor, and Harry jumped up and whacked the pixie with his textbook.

Ron quickly glanced at Xavier and Daphne who were protecting each other, and he even heard Blaise and Malfoy shouting instructions to Pansy, while Crabbe and Goyle ran past Ron. The three American students were grouped together, fighting off their own group of pixies.

Ron felt something tug on his left hand and looked down to find a pixie greedily pulling out his uncle Fabian's ring.

"Oh no you don't, you little fucker!" Ron hissed, grabbing the pixie by the neck and slamming him onto a table. Unfortunately, the pixie had slickly nicked his ring and Ron aimed his wand at the wicked creature, cussing out loud. "Accio ring!" The ring flew back to Ron, and he smugly pocketed it, before glaring hatefully at the pixie.

"Ron, Hermione's hurt, mate!" Xavier shouted, and Ron paled severely at that.

"Where is she?!" Ron yelled, and Xavier pointed over to a corner before running off to help the three American students who were outnumbered immensely. Ron's eyes landed on Hermione's curled-up figure, and he dashed towards her, covering her fully.

"Hermione, are you alright?" Ron asked, and Hermione nodded softly, whimpering as Ron wrapped his arms around her comfortingly. There was already a noticeable bruise forming on Hermione's chin.

Hermione's eyes suddenly widened, and she gasped at Ron. "Ron, I've got an idea!"

Ron helped her up as he waited for Hermione to execute her idea. A tumult of shouting and screaming filled the room, and Hermione lifted her wand into the air fiercely.

"Immobulus!" Hermione chanted loudly, and the pixies stopped functioning, freezing entirely. The room's occupants all looked around, a sense of pure relief washing over them. Damn, why didn't I think of that?

"Good one, Hermione," Ron complimented, and Hermione smiled her appreciation, before rubbing an irritating cut on her cheek. "We'll need to get that checked."

"No, it's fine," Hermione reassured, but Ron was adamant in his choice.

"Is everyone alright?" Parvati Patil asked, helping Lavender Brown and Fay Dunbar to their feet. Several grunts, groans and murmurs met her question.

"Quick, everyone grab a pixie and put them back into the cage!" Harry ordered, grabbing an out-of-commission pixie and everyone followed suit.

Once the cage was stuffed with every single Cornish Pixie, everyone sighed heavily and inspected their injuries. Without another second to wait, Ron grabbed Hermione's hand and suggested, "Let's all go to the Hospital Wing now."

No one disagreed with him, and Ron led the pack of Slytherin and Gryffindor second-year students through the halls to the Infirmary. Xavier pushed the doors open, and the sound of twenty-two footsteps tramping into the Infirmary caused Madam Pomfrey to come out of her office, a look of bewilderment filling her features.

"What is the meaning of this?" Madam Pomfrey demanded, her hands on her hips.

"Our 'professor' let out some Cornish Pixies on us and left us to defend ourselves. Here's the end result," Ron answered, his tone holding vexation.

Madam Pomfrey blinked once before looking at everyone's worn-out face and her demeanour changed drastically. "Alright, let me get my kit."

Hospital Wing - Tuesday, September 2nd, 1992 (4:00 p.m.)

Madam Pomfrey, bless her soul, had patiently and carefully removed and cured everyone's cuts, bruises, contuses, and minor injuries and everyone had slowly regressed to a more collected and stable state, though some were still reeling from the shock of the day's event.

Ron, along with his friends, occupied one bed. Many students had exited the Infirmary, while others stayed with their friends. Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and Professor Lockhart had all turned up a few minutes after everyone had marched into the Infirmary, and while Professors Snape and McGonagall had assisted Madam Pomfrey, Professor Lockhart had hovered in the back and occasionally spoke to some of the students about the incident, though nearly everyone was fed up with him and his convenient 'disappearance'.

"You used the Freezing Charm to immobilise the little devils?" Lockhart inquired, grinning at a glowing Hermione. "That is the exact same spell I would have used myself! You have impressed me greatly today, Miss. Granger. Twenty-five points to Gryffindor. Brilliant work."

With that, Lockhart chuckled obnoxiously and trotted off, whistling some tune to himself cheerfully, and Ron had the urge to blast him to a million fleshy pieces like he had done with the Troll in his first year. Lockhart is the ultimate dickhead…

Professor Snape's eyes twitched, while Professor McGonagall's nostrils flared dangerously at the leaving man's figure.

"What a fucking idiot," Ron muttered, though his friends heard him.

"I knew that clown's class was going to be shite, but… today was downright egregious," Theo chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You lot would be fools to still think he was competent," Blaise admitted harshly, eyeing the frowning girls.

"He is… competent…" Daphne gritted out, though everyone could hear the uncertainty in her voice.

"Oh yeah? Where was the cunt when we were all trying to save each other's arses, eh?" Ron spat out venomously, his rage still bubbling inside of him.

"Maybe the boys are right… maybe we won't learn anything this year either," Millie sighed in pure disappointment and Ron patted her shoulder in understanding. I feel you, Mills…

"What possessed Dumbledore to hire that twat anyway?" Xavier spoke up coldly.

"It's rare to find someone to be designated for the Defence Against the Dark Arts position, isn't it?" Pansy pointed out. "Maybe Dumbledore had no choice?"

"Pfft, yeah probably," Xavier scoffed. "Might as well have hired Peeves. I'm sure we might learn something from him."

"Let's just hope that he uses some sense to run his classes differently from now on," Tracey sighed tiredly, resting her chin on Theo's shoulder.

"I should get going," Xavier stood up, stretching his arms. "I'll see you lot later."

"Where are you going?" Daphne asked.

"Just need to check something in the library," Xavier dismissed, and he turned on his heel and made his way out of the Infirmary, missing his friends' confused looks.

Xavier Desmond's P.O.V:

Hogwarts Library - Tuesday, September 2nd, 1992 (4:15 p.m.)

Xavier entered the library, ignoring Madam Pince's narrowed gaze as usual and traversed through the different study tables in the hopes of locating Valerie. Xavier found her by a secluded table, alone and immersed in a book, while several other books lay spread on the table. The sight reminded him of how he and Ron would spot Hermione studying in the library in solitude.

"A bookworm, eh?" Xavier whispered, and Valerie looked up quickly, before relaxing in her seat and she smiled at him.

"You made it," Valerie said, clearing some books off the table.

"Of course I did, I'm a man of my word," Xavier replied as he took a seat.

"Sorry for the mess," Valerie apologises sheepishly. "Kinda got caught up…"

"No need to apologise," Xavier reassured, taking one of the books and flipping through its pages. "Hmm, these aren't Hogwarts books. These are personal novels. I don't need to be a Seer to know you love books, right?"

"Oh yes, I've always loved a good book," Valerie responded, making full eye contact with Xavier. "My favourite is Little Women."

"I've personally enjoyed the Lord of The Rings series," Xavier informed, enjoying the small talk.

"Ooh, I've been needing to read that series. I've heard great things about it," Valerie admitted, enjoying their conversation.

"It won't disappoint, trust me," Xavier promised, and his eyes fell on a faint cut on Valerie's nose. "Today's class was a disaster, wasn't it?"

"I wouldn't call it that… yeah, okay, it was terrible," Valerie agreed, and Xavier smirked. "I don't recall Defence Against the Dark Arts being taught like that back at Ilvermorny. Is this just a Hogwarts thing?"

"Believe me, I wouldn't be surprised," Xavier sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "But seriously, I don't know what Lockhart was thinking. One of these days, he's going to get jinxed terribly and I'm looking forward to it."

"I just hope Professor Lockhart understood the severity of today's events," Valerie finished. "Thank you, by the way…"

"For what?" Xavier asked, though he knew what.

"For aiding us in class today. Those Cornish Pixies kept accumulating around Deandre, Demelza and I and I'm certain that I would have earned more bruises if it weren't for your timely help," Valerie answered, her tone filled with gratitude.

"No need to thank me," Xavier dismissed. "The class was just utter chaos, and I was just trying to seize control of it, you know? Were Deandre and Demelza alright?"

"Oh yes, they were quite fine actually," Valerie responded, glints of relief in her striking olive-green eyes. "Our House is in the lead, isn't it?"

"Indeed, it is," Xavier smirked, noting the swift change of subject. "You were right. You did have an affinity for Charms, and you answered multiple questions. The same goes for your friend, Demelza, who seems to be knowledgeable of Transfiguration. I could tell Professor McGonagall was content with her."

"Oh yes, Demelza has always been taken by Transfiguration," Valerie supplied, smiling softly. "Ever since we were children, she was easily the brightest out of all of us."

"I'm presuming that you're including yourself and Deandre, eh?" Xavier questioned, and Valerie nodded. "You lot have known each other since childhood?" This is good… I can get to know them a little bit better…

"Yes, our families have been friends, mostly through starting as business partners and I got to know Demelza and Deandre since I was around five or six," Valerie recalled, smiling at some fond memories to herself.

"Tell me more about Deandre and Demelza," Xavier requested, funnily feeling intrigued by this trio.

"Going to use some information to plot against us, huh?" Valerie asked teasingly, and Xavier smirked.

"Only if this information contains malicious intentions of your wrongdoings," Xavier replied, and Valerie smirked.

"Alright then, agent," Valerie concurred, and she took a moment to compose herself before staring back at Xavier. "Deandre has always been laidback with everything he does, except for sports. He is easily the most competitive person I've ever met when it comes to Quidditch."

"Quidditch, eh? Maybe he can try out for the Slytherin team," Xavier suggested.

"His family are majorly involved in the production of advanced flying brooms, so he's always been around them since he was young," Valerie continued. "As for Demelza, well, she was my first friend, and we have similar interests. Demelza has always been quite reserved with others, and she is mainly calm and collected. She's also great at reading others and even giving advice or words of comfort." Why am I engrossed by these three?

"And as for you?" Xavier asked after a moment, and Valerie didn't answer right away. Instead, her eyes searched Xavier's visage.

"Why do you want to know about us, Xavier?" Valerie asked softly. Her tone wasn't accusing or demanding, but only curious and intrigued.

Xavier's dark eyes bored into Valerie's green ones, and he gazed without blinking once, unable to answer the question. Usually, Xavier stayed away from conversations with anyone apart from his Slytherin coterie, the Golden Trio, and Ron's siblings. Maybe he had changed. Xavier didn't know. And that simply enticed him further.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude or anything-"

"No, you're perfectly fine, Valerie," Xavier cut her off. "I don't do this a lot. But I'm fascinated by you and your two friends. Maybe it's because you're from abroad. Or maybe it started from when I was assigned to give you lot a tour around Hogwarts. Forgive me if I come across as inquiring, I'm quite perplexed by it myself."

"No need for that, Xavier," Valerie reassured gently, her lips twitching upwards. "I was just surprised by your interest. Originally, I figured that you didn't come off as the type to chat with others, but I guess I was wrong."

"Eh, maybe you, Deandre, and Demelza are special cases," Xavier shrugged, and Valerie smirked.

"Feels good, then," Valerie replied, and Xavier smirked. "Well… as for me… there's nothing much to say, I guess. You already know what subjects I'm good at and that I absolutely adore a good book."

"Then perhaps it's best if I learn things about you as time goes on," Xavier suggested, opting to solidify a friendship with the intriguing American girl. "That is, if we obviously continue talking with one another-"

"Yes, of course!" Valerie exclaimed, and her eyes widened at her sudden rise in nose level. Xavier smirked, which made Valerie smile sheepishly. "Yes, I would love to do this sort of thing." Hmm, she seems to enjoy my presence… Why do I get the feeling that there's some sort of explanation for it other than my status?

"Brilliant," Xavier said, and he cracked his knuckles. "How about we begin what we came here for, eh?"

"Certainly," Valerie agreed, grabbing a thick book nearby her. "I'll show you the basics of healing magic and we'll go from there."

"You have my undivided attention," Xavier spoke, eager to learn some foundations of healing magic.

Ron Weasley's P.O.V:

Common Room - Tuesday, September 2nd, 1992 (7:45 p.m.)

Ron sat on the couches by the fireplace, pondering over the day's events. He was still pissed off at Lockhart and conflicted about whether to practise some spells from the dark tome Erik and Selene had gifted. Overall, it was a tiring first day and Ron was looking forward to some good sleep and an effective running session tomorrow morning, followed by some training in the duelling room.

Ron looked away from the fireplace for a second and he saw someone approaching him in the corner of his eye. Ron turned his head and was confused to see what looked like a fifth or sixth-year girl walking up to him. I have seen her hang out with Selene…

"May I take a seat, Weasley?" the older girl asked with no trace of hostility in her voice. Ron nodded once and the older girl seated herself beside the redhead. What's this all about?

"I'm Audrey Pucey," the girl introduced, relaxing in her seat. "I recently got a letter by Lord Greengrass asking me to invite you to the Hogwarts Chess Club that he funds." Ooh, I'm all ears now.

"Yes, he discussed this chess club with me during the school break," Ron confirmed.

"Excellent," Audrey replied. "He requests that you join the club this year as you are eligible since you're in your second year now. I want you to meet me in this spot on Saturday morning, possibly around ten. Our first meeting will be held on that day, and you shall be introduced as our newest member."

"That's bloody great!" Ron exclaimed, feeling ecstatic about the prospect. He then noticed Audrey's amused smirk and blushed. "I mean, that's excellent. I'll see you here on Saturday, then."

"Indeed, you will," Audrey concluded with a smile and departed from her spot.

Ron couldn't help but feel joyous over this. Finally, something worthy to be excited over. His mood had elevated significantly. With this opportunity, I will be able to improve my playing strategies and methods and go on to enter tournaments with money rewards… This is a good start to making some money…