The Death Wish: Book One (Hogwarts Legacy)

Venom & Blood

Wow. There was really good food at Hogwarts.

You had thoroughly enjoyed your meal under the Great Hall's enchanted ceiling with the Ravenclaws—which as Amit predicted, included a lot of questions about yourself.

You were relieved to find that there were other muggle-born students, just as you assumed yourself to be, though you didn't actually know who your parents had been. Even with five years worth of magical exposure, they assured you that they learned new magical common knowledge everyday and that you shouldn't be embarrassed for asking questions.

Maybe you would be in Ravenclaw? It seemed friendly enough and you were generally a curious and inquisitive person. Plus Amit was very sweet and would likely make a fine friend—you were already catching his thirst for knowledge.

After stuffing yourself with a delicious autumn stew and apple tart, you checked your field guide for the schedule Professor Weasley gave you.

"History of Magic." you read aloud. "That should be interesting, right?"

The row of Ravenclaws opposite you all looked like they were trying to suppress smiles as they packed up their bags to get to their next session.

Amit smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head—seemingly searching for an appropriate answer.

"Well, yes I would say the subject is extremely fascinating—but Professor Binns...well—he can be a bit dry."

"Like the Sahara in June." muttered a pretty blonde Ravenclaw beside you—which made you snort out a laugh.

You then recalled what Miriam had said about Professor Binns. Looking down at the table, you saw a small plate with a few squares of sticky clotted cream fudge. You snatched a couple and put them in your pocket.

"Ah a sugary stimulant! Very clever. I believe you may be a Ravenclaw at heart after all." grinned Amit as he pointed you to the best door to make your way to the History of Magic classroom, wishing you good luck with an energetic wave.

***

The History of Magic classroom looked to be in one of the oldest sections of the castle--which you supposed made sense. You got to the room with the incredible stained-glass windows early, allowing you to choose a seat at a double desk near the door.

You were enchanted by the glowing glass bathing the warm room in a kaleidoscope of coloured fractals, the autumn afternoon sun giving everything an ethereal glow.

So distracted by the glass, you didn't notice that someone was approaching you until they were standing at your side.

"Excuse me. You are in my seat." came a sharp, elegant voice.

Looking up you nearly swore—but successfully maintained composure as you stared up at the icy blonde boy who had seen your embarrassing encounter with Sebastian.

The same one you felt that pull towards.

"Oh—I'm sorry? I can move. I was distracted looking at the windows. They are just beautiful, aren't they?"

Rather than agree, the boy looked—affronted? Refusing to meet your eye.

"Wouldn't know, would I? Rather low-hanging fruit if you are trying to insult me." he sneered, slumping down on the bench after you stood up.

You balked.

"Excuse me?"

"What? First day of classes dare? Have some animosity towards my family? As I am sure you know who they are, this little joke hardly seems worth it, don't you think?"