The Misfitters

Chapter VI: Putting a Face to Mr. Riddle.

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Just so you all are aware, the majority of my descriptions of the Hogwarts castle may not be accurate to the actual films. I try my best to base multiple locations after the game; Hogwarts Legacy, because that's all I really have to actually go off of. A lot of the scenery is from my own personal imagination, and I will try my best to give you all the same image. Besides, what fun is it if you don't use your own imagination?

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"Stop babbling in the back." Snape turned around from his chalkboard with an expressionless face. The room was already silent, but the fear could still be seen. Chance looked around with his face frozen. "Yes you, Mr. Gomez, stop talking to Mr. Dowell or you'll both be spending time scraping the cauldrons of gum and troll bogeys."

Chance pulled himself back into his seat, scooting himself away from Davey who was to his right. Davey picked up his pencil, ready to write down notes like nothing before. Another agonizing day of class with Professor Snape. Chance could see Abaddon looking at him out of the corner of his eye, with a smirk and a shit eating face, finding it all hilarious. Chance gave a quick scowl in his direction and got back to writing notes.

And so hours went by rather slowly as Chance waited, anticipating what Abaddon had to say to him that was so important that he had to wait till lunch. While waiting him and Davey went to each of their classes.

Both Abaddon and Chance fell asleep in History of Magic thanks to Professor Binns blabbering. Davey accidentally set a Venomous Tentacula at a poor Hufflepuff. But soon enough, it was lunch time. Chance speed walked through the halls to Davey's class to meet up with him. Davey was already 10 feet away from his class as Chance came up behind him and grabbed his sleeve.

"Hey! Don't pull me." Davey shrieked. Trying to slow Chance's pace down by backing up, but made no progress as they continued forward.

"We gotta go see Abaddon." Chance turned to look at Davey over his shoulder, Davey gave a perplexed look.

"Didn't you just have a fight with that guy? I mean I know you're enthusiastic about this whole adventure but I didn't think you'd be so," Davey paused, scratching his chin.

"Peppy?" Chance raised his eyebrow, biting the inside of his cheek. He let go of Davey as they headed down the flight of stairs.

"Yes! Exactly." Davey began, his voice higher than usual as if he were trying to wrap his mind around Chance. Davey squinted his eyes at Chance to get a better understanding of his facial features. He then gave a cheeky smile, "why do you care so much all of a sudden?"

They walked through the doors that led to a hangout area presented before the doors to the Great Hall. Passing a freaky mermaid statue that startled Chance his first year here, he gave Davey a glare. "It's not what you think, that's for sure." He muttered, an obvious disgust and distaste plastered on his face. "He sent me a letter, saying to meet him in the Great Hall, he made it sound like you knew already but I guess not." Chance shrugged, stepping down the stairs. The open Great Hall doors shined with gold as the light from the windows above shimmered down on it.

Davey nodded, "yep. No clue." Davey said, looking past Chance's shoulder at the many kids laughing and gobbling down their food like they hadn't eaten in centuries. If there was one thing Hogwarts was known for, it was the food. The house elves sure knew how to cook, Chance would thank them but they were taught to vanish at the sight of a student. Maybe one day he'd have the opportunity to shake the hand of a house elf and praise them for their service in the kitchen.

Chance and Davey stood awkwardly looking around the Great Hall. Until Chance's eyes met with a fellow with neat, blue-streaked hair. The boy's lonely face perked up as he quickly and quietly excused himself from the Slytherin table. Abaddon shuffled over to them both as he gave a small smile.