Year 1 - Dynamics - A Harry Potter Fic.

Part 11 - Jay's POV

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(Hufflepuff Common Room)
(Jay's PoV)

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I huff and throw 'A History of Magic' onto my bed. My arms ache from carrying it around. "Just when I thought the wizarding world couldn't get any more confusing." Justin puts his book under his bed where all his others are. "They give me yet another history class. I wasn't good with muggle history, to begin with."

"You can say that again. And we haven't even gotten to Charms or Potions either."

Justin groans and flops onto his bed, "I need a nap."

I laugh, "You do that Justin. I'm going to attempt to make it down to the Black Lake."
"I think I'll join you on that adventure." He sits back up and chucks his robe on the bed. "Without that thing! I hate it, I'm always tripping on it."

"Rebel against the robe!" I throw mine on the bed. In a mutual hatred of the robe. We share a laugh and leave.

Leaving the entrance hall, the sounds of crashing waves and the smell of a freshwater lake surround us. Justin breaks into a sprint, I follow after him.

We run, both silently egging each other on. The pounding of my feet hitting the ground filled my ears, the breeze filled my lungs with cold and crisp air. We nearly sync with each other. It feels as if nothing in the world could catch us. My foot slams onto the rocky shore of the Black Lack, I stumble to a stop. Justin stops a bit more eloquently than I. We smile at each other, both of our hair in a wild mess from the breeze. Sweat beads drip down my forehead as I fall on my ass, Justin sits down beside me. A silence falls between us as we catch our breath.

"So," Justin gets up. "What does your life look like in the Muggle world?"

I take a moment to answer, he doesn't need to know all of it. "Well, my parents are divorced so my summers are spent with my Dad and the school year with my Mom. How about you?"

Justin throws a rock in the lake before answering, "Well, I was going to Eaton before I got my letter from Hogwarts. I'm pretty glad I'm going here instead. My Mom wasn't too thrilled though."

I chuckle, "Mine didn't mind too much, she seemed excited until she found out she can't put it on one of her shows."

"Her shows?"

"Yeah, she's a TV producer."

Justin nods and skips a rock on the lake. "I saw you hanging out with Malfoy and two other kids. Is he treating you awfully?"

I give a nervous laugh and think back on the previous day, "Well Malfoy and Vyla did lock Valentine and me in Myrtle's bathroom. So other than that? No."

Justin laughs, "At least you're not stuck in there."

I check my watch and it's nearly time for Charms, "Shit- We have to get to class!" I push myself up, Justin and I race to the Charms classroom.

Justin and I rush -missing our robes- into the Charms room with just a few seconds to spare. I scan the room, most seats have already been taken.

"Psst! Jay! Get your butts over here, and quick!"

I quickly slide into the seat next to Vyla. "Thanks," I whisper. "This is Justin." Justin slides into the seat beside me.

Vyla nods to him, "Pleasure. I'm Vyla Ashum. Pure-blood; Slytherin."

"Justin Finch-Fletchly. Muggle-born; Hufflepuff." Justin reaches over me to shake Vyla's hand. She shakes back.

"Don't mind me," I murmur.

Vyla bows her head to me, "Sorry."

A short man steps on to the pedestal in the middle of the room. "Hello class, you can call me Professor Flitwick." And with that, the class starts.

After going over basic class rules and introductions, Professor Flitwick picks up his wand. "Now, a few of you may think this is silly but a few of your peers have never experienced magic before. All of you will mimic this movement before I tell you the words to the Levitation Charm."

The professor flicks his wrist while saying, "Swish and flick." The motion alone allows for the feather in front of him to levitate in the air. Justin and I stare in amazement.

"How basic." Vyla groans beside me.

Flitwick repeats himself twice.

"Now class I would like you all to mimic the motion I just did. Be sure to say the words 'swish and flick' while you do it. It will help you get the motion right."

Justin and I both pull out our wands and do as we're told.

Vyla looks less than thrilled. "Swish and flick," she says in a deadpan tone.

"Come on Vyla, this is still pretty cool." I nudge her with my elbow in an attempt at cheering her up.

She rolls her eyes, frowning, "Yeah. So cool." She sighs, looking across the room. I follow her gaze. Malfoy. But it looks like he's sitting with his other friends. I take a mental note of this.

"This is so lame..." She huffs.

"Well... do you know the words?" I ask, lowering my voice so the professor doesn't hear.

Vyla turns her head and meets my gaze, "'Course I do. Almost every Pure-Blood learns of Leviosa at a young age." She matches my volume.

"Then do it."

"Is that a challenge?" Vyla smirks, arching an eyebrow.

"Maybe," I give her an evil grin.

Vyla chuckles, shooting another look at Malfoy. Then back at me. She hovers her wand over the feather before her and takes a breath,

"Wingardium Leviosa!" She casts, and the feather starts to lift into the air.

It's practically perfect. I check for Justin's reaction -his mouth is agape- before checking quickly for Malfoy's. He doesn't notice at first, but when he does I swear I catch a glimpse of pride in his eyes before he too grabs his wand.

Malfoy says what I can only assume are the words, his feather is in the air as well.

"Malfoy! Ashum!" Professor Flitwick yells. "Put your feathers down and get to the front of the classroom!"

"Damnit," Vyla mumbles, before getting up and letting the feather drop freely.

"Sorry," I whisper as she moves past Justin and me. She meets Draco in front of the class. They share the same glance I do with my siblings when we've both gotten in trouble.

"If the two of you are so competent," Flitwick starts before pulling a pineapple out from behind the podium. "Make this pineapple dance across your classmate's desk." He uses the levitation charm to place the pineapple right in front of me.

I groan internally. I feel my face flush with embarrassment, I look to Justin for support.

"Really?" He whispers.