The generation of Harry Potter grew up and the new generation came along but how do they cope at Hogwarts with a fairly normal childhood compared to the ones of their parents.
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"So, in the muggle world they call this football. You can use any body part to touch the ball but your hands, you got to try and get it in the net behind me, I have to get it in the net behind you. First to ten wins." She looked at him for a moment and couldn't decided whether he was an idiot or completely oblivious. The last thing she wanted to do was play some muggle game right now. She was angry. Maybe if she popped the ball then he'd let her leave.
"Come on Quinn, have a little fun. Why are you always angry?" Everything about him was always care free, a lot like her brother. She had really seen him angry unlike her brother and he always seemed to be smiling. They were very different people.
"Because I have two older brothers that seem to always want to remind me just how young they think I am." She spits back at his carefree tone as he starts playing with the ball. That's when something in her brain kicked in and she realised she didn't have to be here. So she left. Or at least, that fully was her intention until she felt something hit her in the back. "Did you just kick that thing at me?" She asks, slightly dumbfounded. He just kicked that stupid muggle ball at her just because she tried to leave.
"Yeah, what are you going to do about it?" He teasingly asks with that same smile he always seemed to carry about with him. Part of her wanted to explode that ball in his face and watch as the pieces went everywhere. But another part told her to kick that ball as hard as she could. That part was stronger and it went right into his face, wiping the grin off of it as she burst out laughing.
"That. That is exactly what I'm going to do about it." He nods with his hands up in defence as she unknowingly started to play his game, at first aiming for his face but soon enough aiming for the goal like she was supposed to.
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"I'm sorry Hails, I didn't mean to be a complete dickhead." Harry apologises, walking into the common room and kneeling in front of her chair. He never really cared what people he didn't know thought of him and especially now; only that his best friend would forgive him. "Please forgive me?" He asks giving her his puppy dog eyes.
"Yeah, fine. I'm used to you being a dickhead by now." She forgives, rolling her eyes slightly. He smiled, jumping on the sofa, knowing that things would go back to normal immediately. That was the best thing about his close friends, they knew him well enough that no explanations were necessary.
