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The Brilliant And The Brave

"He's annoying," Gally grumbled as he propped his legs up on the table, resting his boots on the surface.
"And kinda stupid!" Minho added quickly as he shoved Gally's feet down, accidentally pushing them into Teresa who glared at him.
"And hot."
Everyone's heads snapped around to look at Newt. "What?"
Newt shrugged, his gaze never faltering from the book in front of him. "He's hot. Real nice to look at."
Minho scrunched his face up in disgust. "Anyone else wanna say something that's not fucking gross?"
Newt huffed and put down his book at that. "You're just mad because he made you look dumb yesterday in class. Anyone with eyes can see that he's obviously cute, and very gay if I may add. You all better be nice to him and learn to like him."
"Why would we have to learn to li...Newt!" Minho's eyes widened. "You're gonna ask him out?"
Newt scoffed at that. "No. Who do you think I am? I don't chase. I'm gonna make him like me." Newt smirked and picked up his things. "He'll be all over me in no time."
"Anyone else think he's crazy?"
"I think he's right. The gryffindor is cute." Teresa smiled as she watched Newt leave.
"Holy hell not you too."
Teresa shrugged. "Sue me."
Minho rolled his eyes and smacked Gally's leg. "Get up moron, we're leaving. Our friends' heads aren't screwed on straight."
Gally laughed as he stood up. "Nothing about Newt is straight."
"Hey idiots!" Teresa called as they walked away. "Don't forget that we're going into town tomorrow!"
They both flipped her off over their shoulders, making her roll her eyes. Children. Her friends were literal children.

***

"Seat taken?" Newt asked as he pulled the chair out next to the gryffindor boy.
His head shot up, his nose wrinkling adorably. "Uh no. You can sit there."
"The names Newt." The ravenclaw smiled as he sat down in the chair. "I haven't seen you around much."
"I'm Thomas." He shrugged, shoving his stuff aside on the table to make room for Newt. "I spend a lot of time in the common room, quidditch practice too but you don't play right?"
Newt pulled his lips between his teeth briefly before letting it go and smiling. "No I don't play...I think I'm gonna call you Tommy."
"How come you're not sitting with the slytherin? You guys fight?" Thomas asked, ignoring the last part of Newt's statement, but he didn't miss the red tint that sported on the gryffindors cheeks. Goddamn was he cute.
Newt laughed and looked at Minho who was glaring at him. "Fight? Me and Min? No. We're not joined at the hip, he'll live without me for a class."
Thomas opened his mouth to say something, but Newt cut him off, making him close his mouth again.
"You doin anything on the weekend Tommy?"
The brunette boy shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. "Not particularly, why?"
"My friends and I are going into town, Diagon Alley. Do you wanna come?"
Thomas smiled softly, making Newt's heart skip a beat. "Really?"
"Yeah." Newt lightly nudged his shoulder. "Wouldn't hurt hanging out with someone who's nice to look at every once and awhile right?"
Before Thomas could reply, the teacher clasped his hands, signaling the beginning of the lesson.
Newt couldn't get the dorky smile off his face the whole class.

***

"Everyone, this is Thomas. Thomas this is...everyone." Newt waved his hand around his group, motioning to the small crowd.
It was really nice to get out of the robes every once and awhile. Newt had on a pair of skinny jeans with a pullover hoodie, it was definitely more comfortable than his robes were. Thomas had on a similar pair of jeans with a flannel that was doing absolute wonders for him.
"Everyone Newt, really? We don't even get our names?" Minho crossed his arms, showing pure fake offense.
"Fine, Tommy meet hair gel, satan eyebrows and bitch queen."
Thomas had a soft smile on his face that Newt really wanted to kiss off.
"Let's just go before one of you punch each other." Teresa shook her head as she pushed Minho to start walking. She looked at Thomas scoffing lightly. "I apologize for my children."
Thomas laughed lightly. "Thanks for letting me come with you guys."
"Anytime." Teresa smiled, leaning closer to Thomas. "You're much more tolerable that Newt."
"And that's why your name is bitch queen."
Teresa held her middle finger in his face, making Newt shove her. "Go away foul demon."
Teresa put her hands up in mock surrender and started walking with Minho and Gally, letting Newt and Thomas fall in the back.
"Your friends are nice," Thomas said, smiling up at Newt. He was slightly smaller than Newt, but more built. He'd probably fit well underneath him...or on top of him...Newt hadn't decided which he preferred yet.
"They're alright, a little weird." Newt smiled as he watched Gally shove Minho into Teresa who shoved him right back.
"How come you're the only ravenclaw? They're all slytherins." Thomas pointed out.
Newt shrugged. "I don't know honestly, Min and I met on the train during first year actually, we instantly clicked. Then Gally came along, he's a little freaky lookin, but he's secretly soft. We ran into Teresa one night, literally ran into her when I was sneaking into the slytherin common rooms. Her price to keep quiet was to let her hang with us, we decided we liked her. And now we're here. How about you? I rarely see you around."
"Chuck is probably my best friend, he's a first year, we spend a lot of time together. And Brenda is kinda cool, but she can be a little much."
Newt nodded and glanced at Thomas, his eyes flicking up and down Thomas' torso in that bloody plaid flannel. Newt wanted to rip it off him. "That looks nice on you."
"Yeah?" Thomas smiled at him.
Newt almost frowned, he didn't get the reaction he wanted out of him. Instead, he just nodded and ran his thumb across his lower lip. "Real nice."
"Can you guys walk any slower?!" Minho shouted as he waved his arms wildly at Newt and Thomas. Newt rolled his eyes as he saw what store he was in front of. Of course he'd want to go to the Weasley prank store, this was Minho they were talking about.
Newt pushed his frustration aside, choosing to smile at Thomas instead and dramatically motionting to the shop. "Shall we?"
Thomas nodded, laughing a bit before following Newt into the store. If Newt started at his butt, well that was no one's business but his own.