Magic's Heir| A Harry Potter Fanfiction

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Ehwaz

:teamwork, or lack thereof:

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A POPPER exploded in front of Blue's face, rainbow-colored streamers raining down on her lap.

Rose stood over her, giddily hopping from one foot to the other. "You did it!"

Though they were in the common room and other witches and wizards were hunched over parchments and pouring over their textbooks, Rose couldn't help but scream in delight. It earned her some very pointed scowls and deep frowns. Blue would have told her friend to keep her voice down if it would have done any good. But once Rose had reached a certain volume, there was no dialing it back, not until the witch wore herself out.

"Well done! Malfoy said it burned a hole through the table?"

Cheeks warm, and not from the constantly burning fire in the fireplace, Blue glanced at her hands. She wrapped a streamer around her finger. "Yep."

Rose clapped her hands. "Bloody magnificent!" She plopped herself on the sofa, propped against Blue's shoulder. "Come on, you should be celebrating. This is a rite of passage for any witch or wizard worth their wand."

Blue scowled. "I'm not a witch. I don't have a wand. I'm just a Muggle."

"Who--" Rose threw her weight against Blue's side. "Melted a freaking cauldron."

"And a table, and part of a floor," added Blue, flicking her gaze to meet Rose's. "One of Professor Dirk's locs got fried while he was putting out the fire." The pair sat in silence for a bit, much to the relief of the other Gryffindors sweating over their next big exam. Then, Rose grinned, and Blue's wasn't far behind, and together they started giggling. A pair of small, ginger-haired Gryffindors scuttled away from them, afraid their madness might be contagious.

"And what has you two in such riotous spirits tonight?" James sauntered down the stairwell to the boy's dorm. Classes had long since ended, and dinner would be served soon in the Great Hall, and so James had abandoned his Hogwart's robes and tie in favor of something more casual - a thick cable-knit sweater, wide at the neck, and baggy, with straight-legged jeans. Though the sweater was oversized, Blue could make out the lines of his muscles, well-sculpted from hours spent practicing Quidditch.

Rose clapped Blue on the back, pushing her forward. "This is the face of a victor. She has braved the dungeons of that tyrant Dirk, and slain her foes."

Smirking, James leaned against the wall next to Blue. She fidgeted, as she was prone to do in his presence, ever since their journey into Hogsmeade. She had to remind herself he had been teasing her, and considering how lasting the affects had been, he'd done a great job of it.

One eyebrow raised, his dark eyes glittering behind he glasses, he addressed her. "Blew up a cauldron, did you?"

"Blew up a cauldron!" Rose said, excitedly. "Her first of many--"

"I wouldn't say that." Blue shook her head. "I'd rather not blow up anything else."

It had been a frightful affair. First, the potion had bubbled, which Blue knew would happen after adding the necessary heaped scoop of powdered newt. After stirring thirty-five ways counterclockwise, the potion began to gurgle. Little waves of the purplish mixture sloshed against the cauldron's sides. This too was expected. And then, Blue had sprinkled moonwort over the potion, and the cauldron hissed, wheezed, and burped - in that order. It should have burped, hissed and then wheezed. By the time Scorpius had caught her mistake, it was too late. The cauldron was smoking, their potion was frothing, and then fireballs were hurtling through the air, every which way.