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"Guess who's back!" I sang as I slid into the end seat in the Great Hall, right next to Daphne. Lily and Daphne squealed, throwing their arms around me. "How were your competitions?" Blaise asked. "Pretty good," I shrugged, I won first place in each of them, "how was your weekend?" He laughed, "Good, unless you're asking Draco." I turned towards my platinum friend. Oh boy, what now. "Draco?" I asked. The blonde didn't answer, he was too busy glaring at someone. Following his line of sight, I noticed he was glaring at my brother.
"What did Harry do?" I asked. "He came back yesterday afternoon bragging about his new broom, a Nimbus 2000," Draco whined. How on earth did he get that? There's no way our relatives bought him sporting equipment, he's not athletic like Dudley. "Apparently Harry's the new Gryffindor seeker," Enzo explained after seeing my questioning look. "That's impossible," I laughed, "Harry's not an athlete." I turned back towards my brother. There's no way he's playing quidditch. Aunt and Uncle would lose their shit and it would interfere with his competitions. "You didn't see him at flying classes on Friday, his form was terrific," Vince said. "Perfect for a seeker," Greg agreed. "WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU IDIOTS ON?!" Draco snapped. "Daphne's," Greg answered. "She gave us her dessert last night," Vince added. "Chocolate pudding," they moaned in unison.
I rolled my eyes. Boys. I watched angrily as my genius brother walked out of the hall with his books in hand. What on earth is he playing at? I excused myself from the table with my new letters from Aunt Petunia and ran to catch up with him. "Harry!" I shouted after him. "Hello Briar, how was your advanced dance fundamentals class?" He asked. "Illuminating, how was your quidditch adventure?" I asked mockingly. He winced. "Now you sound insincere," he grumbled. "I'm just wondering what your problem is," I admitted, "you know what you're supposed to do, yet you refuse to do it, is it truly that hard to just be the genius everyone expects of you?" I asked. "Just because I chose to play quidditch doesn't mean I'm not smart," he said. "Then act like it, you're not athletic Harry, you're not good at sports, just stick to books like Uncle Vernon says," I urged. "I'm sorry Briar, I want to be more than just the smart guy," he said before storming away.
It was like a punch in the gut. Why is Harry misbehaving like this? Has Gryffindor changed him that much? I frowned. If he keeps this up, he'll certainly disappoint our relatives. I shook my head opting to go to my first class. Just because Harry isn't acting himself doesn't mean I should skip my classes. One of us has to be rational.
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Dear Dudley,
Before you start, I am well aware of your request to use the mirrors from now on, and I am ignoring it. Suck it up, we have bigger issues. Harry's acting odd. He has tried out for a sports team and somehow managed to get in. Plus, I haven't seen him pick up a book that isn't school related in days. I confronted him about it today and he said, "I want to be more than just the smart guy." What does that even mean?! He is the smart guy! That's his entire personality! HIS ENTIRE EXISTENCE! He's intelligent, you're athletic, and I'm creative. That's how it's always been, and that's how it's supposed to be. I even warned him that he'd be upsetting Aunt and Uncle. He DIDN'T EVEN CARE. Something is SERIOUSLY wrong with him.
