Dexter was already "abnormal" by the fact that he was a wizard... However, adventure is still after him. He has to get out from his safe shell and fight... To death.
The new Minister of Magic Frederick Graffacia, is bringing old and dark memories ba...
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The biting cold of the november breeze was concerningly rushing through the young man's clothes, making him shiver as if he was bathing with the icy waters of regret. His fists were clenched, eyes glued on the ground.
He watched the grasses as they were creating an illusion of the furious waves, imitating the one's covering the Great Lake.
The young man tucked some curly hair behind his elvish ear, wishing to be in the Hufflepuff Common Room at that moment: Warm and cozy, with the silky sunlight patiently lightening the room, firstly the plants which were placed right below the small, round windows, some reflecting to the ceiling.
" Hey, depressive boy!"
The depressive boy, Dexter Alexis Lee he was. An awkward guy with average grades, arms and legs and a body and a neck as thin as a weak, naked branch against winter... Curly and bushy, bitter brown hair; which he could barely carry with the weak neck he had.
The other young man, who had called Dexter a depressive boy, was Frederick Weasley. A two-meter-tall giant ginger, with caramel skin and bright hazel eyes. Unlike his sister, he had inherited the Weasley's red hair; his was just a little darker.
His mother was half-African and his father was Irish so he was a great mixture of them. He had his father's muscular shape, freckles covering his whole body, outstanding chin and thick eyebrows.
His lips were curvy like his father's but they were plump like his mother's. His eyes were kind of Asian-like, nose was a little wider.
By two-meter-tall giant ginger, Dexter really meant that. He was over two meters, making Dexter feel like he was a dwarf when standing next to him.
Dexter was very short. He was no taller than 5'4, making him the shortest in their gang.
Gang? Yeah, they did have a gang. A pretty cool gang with awesome friendships...
The nerd of the gang was obviously Nate. He was also a Hufflepuff like Dexter was, so they were a bit closer.
However, Dexter actually barely had time to spend some time with him. Whenever he saw him, Nate would always but always would be reading a book or studying for some stupid lessons.
He was a genius, a real genius. He was awarded by the Minister of Magic himself. He was probably smarter than the teachers and he knew more than them.
Nate was unnaturally handsome-maybe he was way too natural. Half of the school was "in love" with him. Everytime they passed the corridors, all of the girls would stare at the gang- Nate, actually.
Dexter could not blame on them... Nate was the literal definition of "perfect". He was extremely smart, had the most handsome face, was musical, was kind, funny, loyal, cheerful and all of that stuff. Of course everyone would want to be with him.
