The mid-August sun was merciless. Hot and glaring off the surface of the clear water against his eyes behind his sunglasses. It was nothing like the heat of Britain, which was warm and gentle. No, this...this was an Ohio summer. Just like the past two months had been. Much too hot. Much too bright. Much too humid.
Sighing, he flipped the page in the latest copy of American Wizard and absently gazed at the moving advertisement for the latest model of Stallion, a broad-chested wizard zooming across the page and winking up from the glossy surface.
"Kurt, why don't you come swimming? You're being boring again."
Kurt sniffed and looked up from his magazine at the dark-skinned girl staring at him, her arms against the edge of the pool as she kicked lightly.
"I'm perfectly happy right here, Mercedes, thank you," he said, adjusting his sunglasses and turning his chair a little to move into the shade.
"All you do is sit under that umbrella all day. It's like you're scared of the sun."
Kurt glanced up at the Asian girl walking towards him around the pool and wringing her long, dark hair out.
"First off," Kurt said, sitting up in his chaise and cocking an eyebrow. "It's a parasol, not an umbrella, Tina, there's a difference." Tina rolled her eyes as she picked up her towel. "Second, have you seen my skin? I burn like a piece of toast. The sun and I don't mix well, you know that."
Tina shook her head as she picked up her wand from her pile of clothes, glancing around briefly before flicking it and Conjuring a glass of lemonade, which she plucked from mid-air and sipped.
"Oh, I want one," Mercedes said, swimming to the ladder and climbing out of the pool, dripping water everywhere.
"Watch it!" Kurt hissed, drawing back as she walked passed him, flicking water at him from her hand with a smirk. "Also, I want one, too, Tina."
"Oh, don't bother saying please," Tina grumbled, flicking her wand and Conjuring two more lemonades, which she passed to them.
Kurt took a long drink of it, sighing and smacking his lips. "I'd rather have pumpkin juice," he said thoughtfully as he set the glass down.
Both girls rolled their eyes.
"Hogwarts has ruined you," Mercedes said, sitting down in the chair next to him as Tina toweled herself dry.
"Yes, well, it does that," Kurt muttered, turning back to his magazine.
"Did Blaine call you yet today?" Tina said as she flicked her wand to dry herself completely.
"Not yet," Kurt said, trying to sound as though he wasn't as anxious as he was. "He usually calls before he goes to bed."
"You just live for these Friday night phone calls, don't you?" Mercedes said, smirking again.
Kurt gave her a dead-panned look, lowering his sunglasses so she could see his blue eyes.
"Chill," she said, holding up her hands in surrender and laughing. "You're going to see him Wednesday, aren't you?"
Kurt nodded, smiling at the thought. He'd been missing his boyfriend with a constant, horrible ache. But they'd been writing each other at least twice a week and Blaine called him every Friday night using the cell phone he'd begged his parents to buy him the day they'd left Hogwarts for the summer. Because of the cost of the calls, though, they were only granted a half hour conversation once a week.
"Going to see Mike?" Kurt said, looking up at Tina, who was wiggling into her shorts.
She nodded, smiling. "Mercedes, you should get ready if you want to see the movie, too."
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Welcome to Hogwarts(Boyxboy)
Teen Fiction*Mature Readers Only* Book 1: Kurt isn't safe at the McKinley School of Magic. So he transfers to the fabled Hogwarts, where he meets a dapper Prefect named Blaine, a pair of hyperactive Beaters, and a quiet Gryffindor named Flint in his suddenly cr...