𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒' 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 (𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙆𝙞𝙙𝙨 𝘼𝙐)

𝐆𝐑𝐘𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑

"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝑮𝒓𝒚𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒓, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝑮𝒓𝒚𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕."

Chan was hurrying down the platform, a light white mist surrounding his body. Occasionally, someone would stop off and congratulate him on his newest achievement:
"Well done Chan – Head Boy! Geez, whish I was that good" was just saying a fellow Gryffindor, who the newly chosen Head Boy thanked with a warm smile on his face.

Overall, Chan felt satisfied: he had spent a great summer in his hometown with his family, he'd got away with a few short-term relationships and had had lots of time to chat with his best friend, Kim Wonpil, who had also been chosen as Head Boy.
The two had talked a lot about their future, too. They were about to sart their very last year at Hogwarts – something that still felt surreal to the both of them, and that was yet very true.

Wonpil seemed to have his ideas well sorted out: had he gotten full marks on his Potion's N.E.W.T., he would have opened a little apothecary in Diagon Alley, a dream he'd always had and that his family totally approved.
He – Chan – on the other hand, was not sure that he really wanted to do what his family had thought would fit him best: a job at the Ministry, that would've definitely been well-paid and that was definitely within his reach, did not feel like the right thing for him: he was a Gryffindor after all, he enjoyed the thrill of adventure; a stationary job like that of a Ministry employee would've bored him to death.

Fighting off those bad thoughts, he focused on his research, which simply consisted in finding Wonpil. The two had decided to meet directly at the platform, which had seemed like a pretty good idea at the time, but that Chan was starting to regret due to the extremely packed platform the wizarding train would be setting off from.

"Chan!" yelled a voice, and the Gryffindor was made to look back by politenes, even though he knew the voice didn't belong to the friend.

A dark-haired boy with a green and silver uniform waved at him. Chan smiled immediately. "Minho! Hi! How was your summer?"

The two hugged. Chan could not believe his eyes: Minho had gotten even taller, his shoulders wider, and his facial traits lookes as if he'd become a much more mature man.

"It was pretty good, thank you. Dad and I even went camping. It was nice! I also got to practice a few new moves. Cannot wait to show you, maybe during the first match" Minho winked, and Chan couldn't help but get a little worried: the Slytherin Seeker was known to be an absolute natural when it came to Quidditch; and Chan, being in his House's Team himself (as the leader!) knew that almost too well.

"Looking forward to it" he replied, hoping to sound as nonchalant as possible. "See you around then? I really gotta go now. You know, you could say I am on some sort of Wonpil-hunt thing".

"Sure mate" Minho smiled. "Have a great one!", and he disappeared in the pearly mist.

Starting to look around yet another time, Chan finally spotted a handful of light brown locks getting onto the already full train, so he sprinted towards that wagon and finally managed to reach the friend.

"Wonpil! Mate!" he screamed to make himself heard over the chatting atmosphere that filled the space. "Where've you been? I swear I've been looking for you for almost an hour!"