The Philoso what now? Book 1 ON HOLD

Trolls Stink, Fair Warning Bro

Dum Dum Dum, yes another one hehehe i love writing, i told you soooooo

TROLLS STING, FAIR WARNING BRO

It was hard to believe they’d been at school two months, but the pumpkins and Halloween spirit proved it. In charms they learned they’d be making things fly, so of course, everyone was excited. Flitwick separated them into teams and Alfie had a bad feeling as the professor got closer to his name.

“Parkinson and Patil, Finnigan and Potter, Harry Potter I mean, the other Potter and Malfoy, Granger and Weasley-”

Alfie didn’t hear any more than the bang of his head hitting the table and Ron and Harry’s loud ‘what!’s.

“Quick quick, into your pairs so we can get started,” Flitwick encouraged.

Alfie shrugged, he’d never really had a problem with Malfoy. As he sat next to the blonde he received a glare but ignored it and picked up his smooth ebony wand. What Ollivander had said made him curious, his core was thestral hair which was powerful and from creatures you could only see if you had witnessed death, and it was thirteen inches long, an unlucky number. ‘I wonder what we’ll see from you,’ he had said.

"Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the magic word properly is very important, too - never forget Wizard Baruffio, who said 's' instead of 'f' and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest," Flitwick warned.

Alfie had only tried twice before giving up and watching Malfoy try and fail as well, then suddenly Flitwick began clapping.

"Oh, well done! Everyone see here, Miss Granger's done it!"

“Stupid mudblood,” Malfoy muttered, and tried again.

“Mudblood?” Alfie asked. “What’s that?” Malfoy rolled his eyes, not explaining and Alfie shrugged, trying to do the spell again.

He got the feather a couple of inches off the table but lost his concentration when Malfoy started swearing at his which wouldn’t budge.

“What does it mean?” Alfie asked again as Malfoy threw his wand down.

“Dirty blood, it’s what we purebloods call those with muggle parents, they’re practically muggles themselves,” he spat.

“But Hermione can do this spell and you can’t.”

Malfoy glared and Alfie held his hands up sheepishly apologising. The blonde gave him a look of disbelief before ignoring him the rest of class.

“Well done Mione,” Alfie said as he caught up with her after class, they were a few feet from Harry, Ron, Seamus Finnegan, a sandy blonde Irish boy and Dean Thomas, a dark skinned, black haired boy.

"It's no wonder no one can stand her," they heard Ron say and Hermione’s eyes widened a little, "She's a nightmare, honestly.”

Hermione rushed away from Alfie, barging into Ron as she passed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I think she heard you," Harry said.

"So?" Ron shrugged, but his face said he was uncomfortable.

Alfie just shook his head and followed her to the girl’s bathroom, waiting outside for her but when his stomach rumbled saying it was dinner time and she hadn’t come out, he went in.

“Er, Hermione?” she didn’t answer, but heard her sniffle, “You have no idea how awkward this is.” That got a laugh. “C’mon Mione, why care what he thinks, he doesn’t know you. He’s just jealous you’re better.”