The Gryffindor vs Slytherin match was just a week away when Kyra, Oscar, Kat and Grace were gathered in the Hufflepuff common room after dinner, sprawling over couches and the floor. Since the weather was becoming increasingly cold and rainy, the option to go outside was becoming increasingly unpopular. The windows shook and rattled, with silvery lighted raindrops rolling continuously down the dark glass panes.
Oscar was sat on the couch opposite the fire, frowning down at a Potions text book, while Kyra sat cross legged at his feet and made unhelpful suggestions.
"I really think that gillyweed should be considered a party drug." Oscar tried to kick her as she continued. "I mean have you read the side effects? Hallucinations, lowered inhibitions?" She avoided his foot again. Kat laughed from the window seat, a book propped up on her knees and held open at the same page that it had been for half an hour.
Grace looked up from the muggle book that she was reading, curled up in the armchair nearest the fire, and grinned. "I agree- have you ever seen McGonagall on it at Christmas? Wild stuff."
"And I heard that Dumbledore once took so much that he thought he was Jesus and tried to walk over the lake," Kat chimed in, pulling the sleeves of her sweatshirt down over her hands.
Kyra made a confused face and mouthed "Michael?" at Grace as Oscar glared around at them all and slammed his book shut. "I give up. Let's talk about quidditch."
Kyra snorted. "They should put that on your gravestone." At Oscar's look, she quickly raised her arms in surrender and said in a pained voice, "But sure! Let's talk about sweaty people on sticks."
"Speaking of Alexander," Grace started,
"-which we really weren't-," Kyra interrupted,
"Why don't you ask him to play quidditch with us this weekend?" Grace asked. "I've heard that he's pretty good."
"Hey, I don't even know if I'm playing quidditch with you this weekend."
"Yes, you do," Grace said fiercely.
Kyra looked at her hopelessly. "Well, he's also not talking to me at the moment. So, there's that," she tried to say lightly. Grace gave her a sharp look, surprised. Kyra avoided her gaze, settling back against Oscar's legs and letting the conversation drift back to the upcoming match, silent.
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The Founders
FanfictionKyra Chen is beginning her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when a series of unusual events converge- a new student, a theft- to form a dangerous and intricate plot that entangles her and her friends and draws them deep into...
