They're just some Americans

Chapter Four: I don't Like your Demeanor Attitude

(Word Count: 3377. Heads up this is a filler chapter)

When you know that your cousin has a great enemy, it's something you also can consider your problem as well. Especially if they are younger than you. We find it as a threat to the family name, says one of my friends from California. My name is Wilbur and welcome to the life of being a literal baby sitter. How you may ask as I, myself, end up in a situation where I am running to my younger cousin's side after she had gotten in a fight with her supposed "enemy", well it's quite strange. You never expect your third year cousin in the courtyard with people placing bets on who would win a duel against a Ravenclaw student who naturally has a gift with his smarts and good with Quidditch. Certainly not myself. I was only informed when Niki ran up to me.

"Wilbur, you have to hurry there's a fight!" she said looking like she was at the verge of tears. I had gotten out of class. Specifically Care of Magical Creatures.

"What do you mean by a fight? If it's with someone else that I don't know just say that I will kick them off the team with the captain." I said bluntly walking to my next period, which was a break one. I would usually study with (Y/N) in the Library for classes.

"Wilbur, it's (Y/N)." she said.

I froze and didn't move an inch. It was like time froze. Was I hearing this correctly. My younger cousin. A person I consider as my younger sibling, in a fight, and her best friend tells me this now.

"What." I asked turning to Niki who looked like she was shaking in her shoes.

"It's with a Ravenclaw student in their third year. In the courtyard. Fundy and Tommy are there as well. I'm not sure what they may be doing there though." She said giving more information.

Great a Ravenclaw student. This won't be good to report, but if I want to be a prefect I have to report it. We're defiantly going to lose points, a good amount.

"What are we waiting for. I need to get there now!" I said grabbing her hand to which she let out a small "woah" as we practically ran from the class I was leaving to the pavement. I really hope this is 't a physical fight, instead a beginner's duel.

As we made our way closer I could hear chanting from other students that must have gathered around to watch the fight. As the students chanted the name of the other student's name and (Y/N)'s name. I pushed through the the crowd to see Fundy trying to pull (Y/N) back from the fight only to see (Y/N) push him away from her, and rolling up her selves, and readying herself to fight, with wand. I didn't fail to notice she had a few scratches and bruises on her face, and legs. As I look for Tommy on the other hand was gathering betting money from students and hyping up (Y/N).

"Go (Y/N), get the first hit on George!" said Tommy. It couldn't be George as in the third year on the quidditch team right.

As these thoughts ran through my head, I got a tap on the shoulder. As I turned and looked to see who tapped my shoulder it was Eret. Eret was a fellow fourth year student, and was a very good friend of mine. Original, we met on the train to Hogwarts, and we declared to be friends, even if that meant we were in the house, or not. Unfortunately we ended up in separate houses with Eret in Slytherin, and myself in Ravenclaw, but that didn't change our promise.

"It doesn't look good mate, I tried getting her out of the fight but she refuses. And unfortunately for you, one of your teammates is who she is fighting." He said still holding on to his shoulder.

"You can't tell me she is going against George, one of the smartest people in his year for Ravenclaw." I replied going very pale. George was in the same year as (Y/N), and a quidditch player for Ravenclaw.