Of Witches and Wizards: book one

Of Dementors and Sortings- Quackity

In all honesty, Quackity wasn't sure what was even going on anymore.

The past hour has been hectic itself; their compartment now has three new faces cramped in together as they tried to make light of their current situation.

He was glad for the three first years' energy, because if he had to admit; they were funny as hell.

They've been laughing for the past five minutes that started when Tommy made a corny joke, Tubbo, and Ranboo only egging onto it and making fun of him every two seconds.

"Listen man all I'm saying is that-"

"Ranboo, It was supposed to be funny!" Tommy shouted for what Quackity had to guess to be the fiftieth time.

"Tommy that joke was shit and you know it" Tubbo continued.

"Jesus where's Bad when you need him?" Dream muttered as he dropped his head onto George's shoulder.

"He's probably with Skeppy and Ant right now." Karl hummed.

"Yeah alright, can you imagine Bad and Tommy in the same room?" Sapnap questioned. "If that ever happens and I'm not there, someone records it for me."

Quackity turned towards the window; tuning out the rest of the conversation as he tried to figure out when they would be getting out of there.

The sky was still dark and foggy, a gray shadow casting over the light. He saw the dark shadowy figures of the dementors floating around in the sky, looking around as if they were searching for something.

Or someone.

Dementors quite frankly were terrifying things. Quackity had heard stories of them from his mother, and he wasn't willing to experience them firsthand, and he felt bad for the poor soul who did.

"Do we even know who they're looking for?" Quackity asked. He was curious if he had to admit it.

"Oh oh! We do!" Tubbo cheered, quickly standing up and squeezing his way onto the seat.

"They're looking for Sirius Black, who recently escaped from Azkaban." Explained Tommy from his spot on the floor, slowly inching his way onto the cramped seat as well.

"Sirius Black? Where have I heard that name before?" Sapnap mumbled.

"You've probably read about it in the Papers." George clarified, hesitantly glancing at Dream.

"What could he have done then to have dementors after him?"

Everyone hesitated at Dream's question until George decided to be the one to explain.

"Well Dream you see, he's uh rumored to have been the one behind the murder of your parents," George said softly. "Sirius Black is a known traitor to the Collins and a follower of you-know-who."

"He was also arrested for the murder of twelve muggles and his best friend Peter Pettigrew." Tommy finished off the story, sliding his way in between Karl and Ranboo.

"So.. you're telling me that the man who killed my parents... escaped?" Dream whispered.

"I'm sorry Dream, this can't be easy. But the good news is that there's no chance he's going to be able to get past all of these dementors." George comforted. He rested his hand on Dream's shoulder as he turned to look helplessly at the rest of them.

Quackity knew Dream enough to tell when he wanted a topic change, and he's never been more blessed to have Sapnap than when he caught on.

"Turning this conversation back over to the lighter side.. are you three excited?" Sapnap asked.

Tommy's face seemed to light up at that, which Quackity knew would take the lead for the rest of the train ride.

"You guys know the sorting right? What is it?" Tubbo questioned.

Karl laughed at the attempt to try and get the surprise out, "I'm assuming Wilbur and Techno refused to tell you?"

"You guessed right big K! We don't care about the surprise; just want to know, honest!"

"Sorry Tommy, but I don't think we're allowed to tell." Karl apologized.

"Oh come on now!" Ranboo interrupted, "Please Karl! I won't tell mom that you said anything!"

"I don't think I can tell, let the sorting have its magic." Karl smiled, and the three groaned knowing that they weren't going to get the answer they were looking for.

With the train still dark and conversations quiet; Quackity lit a whispered Lumos and turned his attention to the book in front of him.

The book was thick, with a silver binding going down the spine of it. The title was written in a loopy cursive of 'Pureblood Traditions' and overall looked rich and expensive.

His Step-Father gave him the book before he left for school for the year. Maybe it's because he wants Quackity to stop hanging around with his friends, or maybe it's because he wants him to follow in his footsteps.

Quackity could care less. It was all bullshit anyways. He's going to be friends with whomever he pleases and he wouldn't give up his current group for anything.

Besides, He hates reading. That's Karl's and George's thing.

Quantity's thing was pranking and he was more than excited to start planning who his next victim would be. Three years and he still hasn't failed to trick someone; his friends included.

Sighing, he closed the book and tossed it on the ground. It was pointless anyways; Quackity wasn't going to change. Family or not, he's not going to follow the same path his parents did years ago.

Just as he went to lean his head against the cushioned seat of the train, the compartment door slammed open causing them all to jump.

In the door stood the most terrifying thing Quackitys had ever seen in his Hogwarts experience.

The dark, shadowy figure of a dementor looked in front of them.

This year was off to a great start.