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It was the morning after the schools had arrived, and Clara wasn't anywhere near calm. She didn't sleep that night, every time she tried to close her eyes she saw his face. At the feast, she saw his face. The boy from her nightmare, his unmistakable blue eyes were there. They were real. He was real.
"Clara!" Andy yelled, grabbing her friends face and pulling it to face her.
"Hi," Clara said, being pulled out of her trance.
"You've been staring at nothing for five minutes," Will said, "Unless you were day dreaming about me shirtless."
"Really? You're objectifying yourself right in front of my eggs?" Andy asked rolling her eyes.
The trio was eating breakfast in the Great Hall, earlier than most. Clara couldn't help but get up early, bringing her friends with her incase she got lost. They sat at the Slytherin table, towards the end, Clara chose the seat so she could see the entire hall. She had convinced herself the boy was a hallucination, she was overtired from the trip and she saw his face. It made sense. But she was still unsure.
"Okay, you look like you've seen a ghost," Andy sighed, "and not one of those Hogwarts ghosts. Like, the ghost of your old pet goldfish or something."
Keeping her eyes on the door, Clara thought for a moment. Do I tell them? She thinks to herself, a boy came into the hall but his hair wasn't dark enough. How much do I tell them to not seem crazy? A dark haired girl came in, she had a similar hair cut which made Clara jump.
"Spill it!" Will said, flinging a piece of fruit at Clara.
"There was a boy that I saw last night," Clara spoke softly and carefully.
"Love at first sight?" Will sighed teasingly.
"No, nothing like that," Clara smiled, "He's a Hogwarts student and—"
"Is he hot?" Will asked.
"Not the point!" Clara laughed.
"Shut up and let her finish," Andy shoved a napkin into Wills mouth when he attempted to protest.
"He's from Hogwarts," Clara said, "and before we even got here, on the trip over, I had a dream. He was in it, and then all of a sudden he goes to school hear. I had never seen his face before."
"Is he in here? I wanna see the boy of your dreams!" Andy smiles standing up and searching the room.
"No he's not!" Clara pulled him down, "That's why I've been watching the door like a hawk all morning. It's because I don't know if he's real, or if I made him up and I was just seeing things."
"Well then let's go find him!" Will announced, rising to his feet, "This mystery boy that is."
"No, oh god please no," Clara harried her head into her hands.
"Come on, it doesn't hurt to just walk around," Andy sighed, shocked that she had agreed with Will for once.
So the trio, Clara by force, began their excursion to find the mystery dream boy. They wander the corridors and up and down staircases. Every time they passed a boy, Will would point and ask "is that him?" Until Clara gave him the basic criteria, "blue eyes, dark hair." It didn't slow Will down, as he would still point to boys who had slightly darker hair than blonde.
They made it outside with no sign of him anywhere.
"I probably just made him up, let's just go back and finish our breakfast!" Clara pleaded with them.
That's when she saw him, walking up the hill from the Quidditch Pitch. He's with a few other boys, all in sweatshirts and carrying brooms. There he was, the face that haunted her dreams and plagued her thoughts was approaching her, even though he hadn't seen her yet.
"That's him," Clara said, "The one in the middle."
Will squinted down the hill, before his face dropped, "Holy fucking shit! That's Harry Potters fucking son! No wonder you had a dream about him! He's dreamy!" He was basically yelling, so Andy smacked him upside the head.
But it didn't stop the boy from noticing the trio, catching Claras gaze before he quickly muttered to his friends and began approaching Clara, Andy, and Will. She took no time in quickly turning on her heel and running back into the castle.
"Clara!" Andy yelled, as she ran into the castle.
Clara went straight to the Great Hall (the only place she knew where to go) and headed straight to the table she was at before. This time, two boys sat at the end where she had left her stuff.
"Do you mind?" Clara asks, referring to the empty seat next to the blonde.
"Not at all," the brunette across from him smiled.
"Thank you," Clara smiled, "I'm Clara."
"I'm Scorpius," the blonde smiled back, "and that's Albus."
"Nice to meet you both," Clara smiled again.
"You as well," Albus said, "So you're from Ilvermorny?" Clara nodded.
"What's it like over there? In America and such," Scorpius questioned, sipping his drink.
"To be honest, a lot less fancy," Clara laughed, "It's fun to hear different accents from all over the UK and even France and Bulgaria too."
"It's fun to hear your accent as well," Albus grinned.
"I don't have an accent," Clara put her bag on the floor, getting comfortable.
"Yes you do. See, Scorpius doesn't have an accent, you do though."
"Let's forget about the accent debate before one of us loses an eye," Clara brushed her hair behind her ear, slightly embarrassed for forgetting that she was the foreigner in the situation.
She sat with Albus and Scorpius for the remainder of breakfast. They talked and joked and got to know each other. She learned they belonged in Sytherin, and she told them she was a Horned River Serpent. The three students talked about anything that came to mind, from their favourite food to embarrassing school stories.
These were the first people Clara got to befriend on her trip, and she was happy that it was them. She felt comfortable with the boys, like she had known them for years.
"I'll be right back, I'm just going to head over and put my name in the Goblet of Fire," Clara said as she began to scribble her name on an old piece of parchment.
"You're really going to participate?" Scorpius asked.
"It's the only reason I was allowed to come," Clara shrugged, "we all have to put our names in."
