𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒' 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 (𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙆𝙞𝙙𝙨 𝘼𝙐)

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

Wonpil was surprised to realize that he was actually quite nervous, when there really shouldn't have been any apparent reason to be: the Headmistress had already talked to him many times, and it had been she who had chosen him as Head Boy; yet, knowing he was about to meet her face to face after being invited with urgency in her office did not help with feeling helplessy guilty – guilty of what, though, he did not know.

The Hufflepuff tried hard to think about what he had done wrong: had he boasted about being a Head Boy too much? Had he overused his powers that summer, more than what a legally adult wizard was allowed to do? Had he mistreated students?

But didn't matter how deep he went with his immagination, none of his faults – if there even were any – seemed so big as to earn a possible telling-off by the Headmistress herself.

Focused on these reflections, the Hufflepuff didn't notice that the carriage had already covered most of the road already and that he, together with the three other people he was sharing it with, was about to arrive.

"Wonpil, mate" called Chan abruptly, which made him flinch for how unexpected that had been. He heard the friend giggling – least the ladder wasn't feeling anxious about the upcoming meeting. "We're almost there, try and be decorous".

"I always am..." muttered Wonpil quietly, shaking his head. "I guess I am just tired".

"Hard to be a Head Boy?" asked Jisung, sitting right opposite him, while nodding understandingly, which the despite the tense mood Wonpil was in sill managed to get a smile to creep up on his face: he found it incredibly funny how the Gryffindor was acting all that knowledgeable, as if he had been Head Boy all his life, but also appreciated the moral support.

For that, he decided not to mock him. "I'm just curious about what Mrs. McGonagall is going to tell us", he explained, pointing both at him and at Chan.

"Curious or fearful?" inquired Minho, a sarcastic grin on his face. Wonpil sent him a dead stare.

"None of the two, for your information" answered the  Hufflepuff bitterly. Chan just giggled once again.

"C'mon, you two! Try and get along, you'll have the chance to slap the shit out of each other at some Quidditch match!" he said cheerfully.

"Ah, looking forward to that!" exclaimed Minho, his eyes fixed in Wonpil's.

"Mercy! Please!" dramatically screamed the Head Boy. "I'm already shit scared at the thought of meeting McGonagall first thing upon arrival!, don't make me think about facing the Lee Minho later on!"

Wonpil's exaggerated prayer made the whole group roar with laugher, and they seemed all considerably happier when they finally got out of the carriage.

"Here our ways part" solemnly announced the Slytherin as they entered the School. "I wish you two brave souls good luck. May the odds always be in your favour!"

"Forever grateful, dear companion" replied Chan, bowing so exaggeratedly that his hat almost fell off of his head.

Wonpil shook his head. "See you around guys" he told Minho and Jisung. Then, he pulled Chan by the point of his sleeve. "And you moroon, hurry up! We can't leave McGonagall waiting!"

The four guys parted; and as the two youngsters entered the Great Hall (where the sorting ceremony would take place within minutes), the Head Boys made their way up to the Headmistress' office.