Hogwarts SMP

Chapter 3

Wilbur just pretended what he saw didn't happen, even though he knew for sure that he'd bring it up later. Wilbur had his Slytherin robes on and got ready to get off the train to meet up with a few other friends who weren't in his compartment. Wilbur was with his best friend Schlatt and his other friend Charlie, both fellow Slytherins. He wanted to get away from Charlie's inpunatble puns.

"How many first years this time around?" Schlatt asked, taking a drink from his flask, and handing it to Wilbur who quietly handed it back.

"I dunno, I think less than last year," Wilbur shrugged, clambering into an empty carriage.

"It'll still be an hour," Schlatt reminded them, rolling his eyes as he slammed the carriage door shut, glancing at Techno sitting alone a few meters away.

"We can play the game we made!" Charlie suggested enthusiastically, with a stupid grin.

"I don't think Schlatt enjoys it," Wilbur stated, his smile fading slightly; Schlatt shrugged in response.

"I don't mind, you two can play what you want," he said dryly, raising an eyebrow. "I'm just gonna be winding up Dream." Wilbur sniggered, rolling his eyes.

"I feel like he'll hate me whether I piss him off or not, so sure, I'm in," Wilbur replied, glaring across a few carriages where Dream, George, and Sapnap were sitting, flipping his middle finger up at them which Sapnap reciprocated happily.

"I get the feeling he'll probably just punch us in the face," Charlie reminded them, the goofy grin still there.

"Punch him back," Schlatt argued.

"I have no argument with us doing that," Wilbur smirked and glanced yet again at Dream.

"Hey Dream Team!" Charlie yelled. "If you guys think you're cool you must be DREAM-ing." Charlie laughed at his own pun.

"Diffendo," Dream muttered under his breath; the white charm seared a few meters towards the trio, as Wilbur quickly cast a protection charm in response, the blast deflected, Wilbur glared at Dream, who didn't admit he could've killed someone.

"Fuck off," Wilbur muttered, turning his attention back to Schlatt and Charlie. "Can we just leave this for now?" Schlatt rolled his eyes mockingly, looking back at Wilbur.

"Pussy," he said with a smirk as he glanced at the lake, his tone suddenly changing to simply curious. "Do you think your brother will be in Slytherin?"

"Tommy? Nah, he's a pain but irritatingly perfect, don't expect him to be in our shit hole," Wilbur snorted, he raised an eyebrow at Schlatt. "Don't get your hopes up."

"We are placing bets?" Charlie said rubbing his hands together excitedly, Schlatt sat next to him shrugging.

"1 galleon he's Hufflepuff," Wilbur told them. "He's loyal as hell, stubborn enough to stick with being annoying certainly. Asshole."

"Guessing you don't like him?" Charlie asked, Wilbur just rolled his eyes in quick response.

"No shit Sherlock," Schlatt snorted, slamming open the carriage door as they drew to a stop, the invisible horses that according to Techno totally exist, slowed down as they reached the castle. "Song or no song this year?"

"I say no song,"

"Meh, annoying things happen when Tommy appears, I think there'll be a song," Wilbur called.

"If I'm right, you owe me 10 sickles," Schlatt stated, making Wilbur sigh but internally laugh.

"Fine," he groaned as he pulled out his wallet to make sure he had enough.