The Hogwarts Five [Rewritten]

Five

The end of the day came sooner than expected and before they knew it... the five were sat in detention in a stuffy old classroom with dust soaring around them.

Y/N sat behind Rigel who was doodling instead of writing the apology note that she was supposed to be writing. Y/N peered over her shoulder out of curiosity and spotted that she was designing new jackets for both Daniel and Romeo. She detested the Quidditch jackets' design and she wanted to make them cooler. She refused to be seen with the boys wearing something so 'unsightly'.

Y/n sat back down in their seat and fiddled with their quill. They twirled it around each of their fingers, watching as each particle of the feather swayed in the breeze that they had created. They were completely zoning out, not paying any kind of attention to their surroundings. At this point, all that was going on through their head was white noise.

They let out a sigh and refocused their eyes. They looked across the room to see Lance actually writing the apology note, his face stoic as ever as he wrote with the quill and ink his mother Angeni had gifted to him for his fifteenth birthday.

It wasn't anything too flashy or expensive - Lance came from a middle class family after all and his mothers' jobs remained a mystery to them. It reminded Y/N that Daniel's sixteenth was actually coming up soon.

Speaking of Daniel, Y/N turned around behind them to see that Romeo had snuck his way over to sit next to him and, rather than doing what they were told to do, the boys were doodling on the sheet of paper given to them and playing ex's and o's. How Daniel was the only one who came from a wealthy, pure blood rich family never ceased to amuse Y/N.

"You five are just as mischievous as a group of six students that I had the pleasure and displeasure of teaching seventeen years ago." Professor McGonnagall walked in with a stride, her emerald green cloak trailing behind her.

Daniel cocked up an eyebrow and threw his feet onto the desk, much to Lance's disgust at how filthy his shoes were. "Old students? Who were like us?"

"Indeed." McGonnagall replied, glaring at the boy who quickly took his feet back down. "They all gathered up their acts in their final year here at Hogwarts. I would like to hope that you five plan on doing the same."

"Whoever they were; we're better." Rigel smirked, taking a look back at Y/N who chuckled and rolled their eyes.

Romeo glanced at the clock. They had a whole hour left of detention and he'd rather not spend his precious time, nor tire out his dominant hand writing a letter of apology to "Professor Toad" who sported hot pink each and every day. He leaned back in his seat, placing his arms behind his head.

Everyone - apart from Lance - was paying attention to the strict faced professor at the top of the classroom. As Rigel would say: Lance was a kiss ass.

"Tell us about them, professor. We have the time." Romeo said, wanting to stall as much time as possible.

"Absolutely not, Mr Abaddon. Not after that stunt you pulled on the Weasley twins earlier this afternoon. You should all be thankful none of you are suspended. You already have quite the reputation that you need to fix if you wish to become successful in the future." McGonnagall told her student off.

McGonnagall told the children to get back to work and sat down at the desk. She watched over them as she did her previous students, observing Daniel creating a paper plane and tossing it across the room - his aim so perfect the tip jabbed itself into Lance's hairline. She heard the stifling laughs from Daniel, Rigel and Romeo but chose to ignore it. Kids will be kids after all.

Memories from almost two decades ago came rushing back to the tired professor like a waterfall. The five resembled those six students so much. She could see it in their eyes.