Larissa Greengrass, the second born child of Lord Edgar Greengrass, had always been an unassuming introvert, coaxed out of her silence by her siblings on rare occasions. She would have never expected an entire room of people to be gathered by a godd...
"Are you alright?" Adin Dupont asked Damian gently, "you seem a little lost?" The two were sitting in Madam Patricia Hoffman's herbology class. Their teacher from Luxembourg was a tad eccentric, and would often go off on tangents unrelated to herbology. It was during one of those moments that the two boys got to talking.
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"I was just thinking about my grandfather," Damian answered, smiling at his friend, "I promise I'm alright. We're still going to quidditch tryouts, right?"
"Of course," Ellen Francis butt in from the desk behind them, "we have to go try out. I have a feeling we could even make the reserves."
"They won't let a bastard like you on the team," Ellen Lamor snidely commented from the desk next to Ellen Francis, "they have dignity after all."
"Why don't you save yours by shutting up?" Adin bravely came to Damian's defense. The blond silently thanked his friend. He didn't have the energy to argue with a talentless girl at this hour of the morning."
"I'm glad he has good friends," Clarene Delancey breathed a sigh of relief for her cousin's child.
"Keeper's position over here!" a burly older student called as Adin and Damian headed to the tryouts.
"You're going for keeper, right?" Adin asked Damian, "so go on over."
"Keeper?" James, ever the quidditch enthusiast, frowned, "he seems better suited to a beater."
"Maybe he likes the idea of defense better," Sirius suggested, "not everyone is interested in the thrill of smacking a ball with a heavy bat."
"Touchè," James laughed with Sirius, "I think you might be the one who enjoys it the most. At least at Hogwarts."
"It's undeniable," Marlene shrugged, "he's vicious with a bat."
"Hey," Sirius whined, "I'm not vicious."
"You are," Peter bluntly said, causing Sirius to cry into James' shoulder, "stop the dramatics Pads."
"You're so mean Wormy," Sirius wailed, but calmed down moments later, still in James' shoulder.
"We'll meet up after," Damian promised as the two parted, "good luck getting chaser."
"He definitely fits the chaser build," James clicks his tongue, "lean, fit, quick, and eager. He'll do well."
"Look at you Prongs," Remus teased, "being all clever and that. Seems being quidditch captain has sharpened your skills."
"Lay off Moony," James huffed, "Siri, you're digging into my shoulder. Do it less hard please."
"Sorry Jimmy Jam," Sirius apologized, and lessened the weight he was placing on James.
"No problem," James smiled at his brother, he could get used to this. Sirius has never been this touchy before. Leaving the Blacks has softened his edges and walls into putty.
