Prankster's Champion - A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter Five

Magnus took his usual spot near one of the ends of the Ravenclaw table, slowly letting his head lower down to rest on the table. Everyone was still waiting for the first years, likely dealing with quite the difficult journey across the lake in such stormy weather. He hadn't had his head down more than a minute or two before someone sat down right beside him, nudging his shoulder a bit with a grin. Magnus sat up, staring at Roger Davies, captain of their quidditch team, and raised a brow.

"Hey there small fry," Roger greeted, leaning his elbows on the table. He was soaked from the rain outside, apparently not fazed by the water clinging to his every limb. "I heard you got to see the World Cup over the summer." Magnus's jaw clenched slightly at the mention of the cup, turning his gaze down to the table.

"Yeah, quite exciting," his voice was cold, pushing down memories from the night. As much as he had adored seeing the quidditch match, the chaos that had ravaged everyone that night had torn apart the good feelings he got from the thought of the World Cup and now left an empty void in his chest.

Roger looked confused at the lack of excitement on the small beater's face, cocking a brow as he leaned forward a bit to get a better look at Magnus's face. "Whats up? You're usually so hyper about quidditch."

They were joined a moment later by someone sitting down across from them, two more of the quidditch team. Randolph Burrow and Jeremy Stretton grinned at them, also drenched to the bone. They were the other chasers of the team, alongside their captain Roger. Randolph leaned an elbow on the table with his chin resting on the palm of his hand, staring at Magnus with a curious look. "Seems our little bird is upset, what's wrong?"

Magnus huffed, crossing his arms over the table and seeming to melt a bit until his head and buried in his arms. "Haven't you guys read the Daily Prophet about what happened?" His voice was muffled from his thick scarf, but they heard him just fine, sending each other questioning glances.

"Well, I don't think any of us really follow that much," Jeremy said, confusion clear in his voice. "I heard there was some sort of disruption after the game that got everyone in a tissy though."

"I never read it in depth, but I saw that the ruckus had been caused by Death Eaters or something?" Roger tilted his head, scratching his chin while thinking.

Magnus raised his head again, giving them each a cold smile, "you're close. Dig a little deeper, did any of you hear anything else about the night?"

Randolph was silent for a moment before his face fell. "Wait... You're not the one they mentioned in the paper are you?" He asked, jaw dropping open a bit.

"Ding ding ding!" Magnus raised a finger in the air and pointed at Randolph lazily, "ten points to Dolphy over here." He shrugged, looking back down at his scarf as he started to fiddle with an end of it. "I lost my parents that night. I was the only one to lose someone that night apparently. It's not all bad though, I've got the Weasley's takin' care of me now until I finish school. It's a lot more fun at their place than my manor." Magnus couldn't help but chuckle a bit, a small smile finding it's way onto his lips as he pictured the few days he had spent at the Burrow.

"The Weasleys?! You mean like the ones you've looked up too since you got into school?" Jeremy leaned over the table a bit, raising his brows almost knowingly at their small companion. Magnus felt his cheeks start to heat up a little bit and he glared at Jeremy.

"Yes, so I look up to Fred and George as players? Is that a problem, Jeremy?" Magnus knew what Jeremy was insinuating, he had always teased Magnus about it, and quite frankly it was a little annoying after so many years of it.