Defying Gravity

VI: Wynn

Disclaimer: We do not, and never will own the rights to any familiar characters or original Harry Potter world ideas. They belong respectively to the original author, J.K. Rowling. All of the Irish slang in this chapter came from Google, and if it's incorrect, we sincerely apologize to any Irish readers for mistakes. A translation of the meanings will be provided at the end of the chapter.

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5 October 2013
Highlands of Scotland
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

"Mate, I know that we're friends with Liera and Circe, but do you really have to dress in their house colors for the match?" Teddy whined from where he lay flopped on his bed in our dorm room.

"Stop complaining, Teds. It's not like we have any close friends in Ravenclaw to root for anyways."

"Yeah, but there are still so many prats in Slytherin, your future wife and her best friend excluded." I rolled my eyes before going back to drawing Liera's number on the green half of my face using silver paint.

"We'd better hurry up if we don't want your future wife to strangle us both," I said, washing off the excess paint before dragging my tired best friend down to the common room. We exited through the barrels by the kitchen and hurried towards the foyer outside the Great Hall to meet up with Victorie.

The graceful blonde was already waiting for us when we arrived, and a happy smile curled across her lips as Teddy swept her into a quick hug, planting a peck on the top of her head.

"Wow, Wynn," Victorie said with a smirk as she untangled herself from her boyfriend. "Going all out to impress a girl who isn't even going to be at the match. That's dedication."

An exasperated sigh escaped my lips as I felt my irritation rise. Vic and Teddy were always teasing me about my feelings for Circe, and it was starting to get a bit bothersome. They just didn't seem to understand the delicate situation with Circe's grandmother and were always griping about how I should make a move. I wanted to, but for the sake of preserving what was left of Circe's already unbalanced home life, I would continue to hold back my feelings until she was ready to take a stand for what she wanted.

"Could you guys stop with the teasing," I grumbled. "It's getting old." I saw Teddy and Vic exchange a quick glance out of confusion before they apologized quietly. I ignored them and walked broodily towards the quidditch pitch, my hands stuffed in the pockets of my robes and my head down as my two friends trailed in silence behind me. We picked a spot between the Hufflepuff and Slytherin bleachers, and I held our seats as Teddy and Victorie went to get some snacks before the match started.

I stared silently out at the field where players dressed in green and blue were flying warmup laps, ignoring the whispers between my friends. I know I was being somewhat unreasonable right now with my moody attitude, but everyone is entitled to their bad days. If I didn't show Teds and Vic how bothered by their commentary I was, they would never stop.

"Wow, this is really high up." A familiar voice whispered quietly beside me. I was startled out of my thoughts, head snapping quickly to the side as my gaze landed on a very pale and shaky Circe. She leaned forward a bit to look over the railing before pulling back as she turned slightly green.

I quickly grabbed her arm and dragged her up a few spots on the bleachers, eventually settling in a place where the sudden drop to the ground was no longer quite so visible.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my tone filled with shock. I never thought she would come within 100 feet of this stadium, let alone sit inside of it.