𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒' 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 (𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙆𝙞𝙙𝙨 𝘼𝙐)

𝐇𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐅𝐅

"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒇𝒇,
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍,
𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑯𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆,
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒍."

Wonpil'd managed to get the seat right next to the window, his favourite spot. He and Chan were now instructing the old Prefects on what their new patrolling schedule would look like for the rest of the year.

"Of course, we will take part to all the patrollings" explained the Gryffindor. Wonpil had the feeling that he was particuarly enjoying the situation: being able to talk and actually be listened carefully was not something that happened very often with regular students. "Wonpil will be in charge of the seventh floor while I will control the entrance. If anything strange happens or if you're not sure about what to do, you can ask us – we'll try our best to always be available".

"And don't be scared of being harsh if needed" added the Hupplepuff. "Kids can be really disrespectful this age; it's normal, but we have to make them behave" he felt like clarifying that because during his experience as a Prefect, he'd often felt guilty about telling off fellow students, so it had been important for him to remember that he was doing it for their own benefit, and not because he enjoyed getting into rows.

"Well said Wonpil! And with that, we're done. You may go and start your first patrolling. Good luck!"

The two Head Boys stood and watched all the Prefects get out of the compartment; some looking serious, others pissed – those were probably the ones who wanted to spend their time on the train with their friends, and not on duty.

Last in the line was Minho, a sixth year Slytherin he'd grown to like very much. He didn't exactly know why, since the two houses weren't known to be the bestest of friends, but both he and Chan got along very well with the boy. "Hi Minho!" he said, smiling. "Nice to see you again! Did you have a nice summer?"

"I did, thanks for asking" the Slytherin Prefect replied, bowing slightly. "As I was telling Chan, I even got to practice some new Quidditch faints-"

"Oh dear" let out Wonpil, now kind of scared about the boy's excited attitude: an improved Minho was the last thing his Team-already one of the worst at Hogwarts-needed – and he was also sure that, if the boy had mentioned it, was because he was both totally confident of his refined abilities, and eager to scare them off before the Quidditch season even started (Minho was not the type to say things without a specific reasoning).

"That's what I thought too!" admitted Chan, shaking his head. "You'll be the death of us all Minho, I swear".

The Prefect – whose cheeks had become a dark shade of red – bowed even more, clearly embarassed (a little win for the poor Hufflepuff). "Thank you guys, but really, I'm not any more good than you are. I've seen you play, and you are excellent flyers, really. Probably the best right now".

Wonpil felt his love for the boy growing even more – he appreciate how humble he could be, while still subtly letting his more 'Slytherin-self' free. And, at the end of the day, he knew his affection for the guy was mutual. "That's really sweet of you Minho, thank you!"

"No problem at all, but now I really should het going. See you around, good?" and with that, the boy left the wagon.

"He's such a sweetheart, really" said Chan with softness (he had evidently not grasped the slightly threatening undertone of his first words). "Such a squishy little ball of fluff".