𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒' 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 (𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙆𝙞𝙙𝙨 𝘼𝙐)

𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍

"𝑶𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒍𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏
𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔,
𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒌𝒔 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔
𝑻𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔."

Minho felt pretty sleepy. He was sure that it was because of his setting off early in the day to get to King's Cross on time – he lived in Edinburgh, and the Knight Bus usually took about one hour to get safely to London – but he still wished he could somehow avoid it.

Giving farewell to his father had definitely been the hardest thing he'd had to do all summer: the conscious look in Mr. Lee's eyes at the fact that he would not see his son for months got Minho every single time.

The boy sincerely loved his father: he'd been the one to look after him all his life, who took care of him, fed him, made him play, comfort him when he felt sad. He'd been supportive of Minho's strange attitude and of the accidents he'd sometimes cause, and had been the happiest in years when the son had received his Hogwarts Letter.

The event had been so unexcpected to the both of them, because they never would've thought magic blood would run in the family's veins. "Not even your mother, really" had told Mr. Lee to a radiant Minho that night. "She'd never shown any ability to do this sort of witch-y, magic-y things you can do".

The boy had curled his nose up at the mention of his mother's name: he didn't know anything about her, but that she and his dad had met by accident (the shop his mother ran, in fact, was right below his dad's studio and one of the shop's pipes had once broken damaging its flooring), and that she'd left a few months after giving Minho to birth.

"Sure she didn't" he had snapped harshly.

His dad had sighed tiredly. That topic was one of those the duo always made sure not to talk about, because of Minho's reactions afterwards – although Mr. Lee had tried many times to convince him of the fact that his mother was not a bad person, and that she truly loved him, the son would pretend not to hear.

A sudden noise made Minho come back to reality abruptly: patrolling. That's what he was meant to be doing. Just to serve his position right, he sped up towards the wagon where the sound'd come from.

A little group of students was still there, some looking scared; others excited.

"May someone explain what happened?" he asked politely.

A girl who was giving him her back turned around and smiled, a glimmery light in her big dark eyes. She smiled, looking satisfied. "Oh, a couple of students were doing some sort of a mess here, but you shouldn't get too worried: the new Head Boy's just come and he's already after them".

Her voice was soft and definitely flirty; but as always, it made no effect to Minho: it had always been like that, for some reason – no one had ever caught his eyes, he'd never dated, never kissed...

It was strange even to him (especially since there'd definitely been different opportunities for him to do so), but he just had never felt attracted to anyone. He could only suppose that he still had to find his special one. They must've been somewhere, but he'd had no luck yet.

"Thanks for your help" he bowed and smiled politely, and quickly hurried out of the wagon: the sooner he was out of sight, the better. He did not really enjoy being at the centre of attention – wich was quite ironic, as he was his House (Slytherin) Team's very skilled Seeker and had contributed many times to hard but meaningful wins. Plus, considering he was also a Prefect, his was definitely a rather known name at Hogwarts.