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Chapter Eight - Second Year

A hand on Hela´s shoulder made her turn around.

-Hela! - Max hugged his friend  with enthusiasm causing them to fall into the bushes.

-Max I’m happy to see you too but get off me. - she laughed and Max got up helping her get on her feet too.

-I haven’t hear of you since last year.What happened?

-Oh nothing I just got busy, sorry I didn’t say anything.

-It´s okay, I’m sure you were busy studying you nerd. - Max rested his arm on Hela´s shoulder.

The two waited at the Main Entrance for their friends, who apparently came together.

-Westwood? Forrest? Here! - Max recalled his friend´s habit to call them that way.

-Quentin! Vaughn! Sup? - Heather played it too.

-Where were you? - I didn’t see you at the train.

-Yeah me neither. - Hela let her snake swing around her neck.

-We looked for you too. - Felicity looked at Hela worryingly.

-Anyway come on! - Max rushed towards the stairs that led to the dorms.

-What´s with Max this year? - The blonde couldn’t take her eyes off Meduza.

-Quidditch, Forrest, Quidditch. - Heather rested her hand on Felicity´s shoulder.

-Right this year we are allowed to play quidditch. 

-Anyone interested? Apart from Max. - Hela asked making the trio laugh.

-Nah it ain´t my thing. The idea of representing Slytherin like that scares me. - Heather walked towards Max.

-Come on Heather, you would do great. - Hela followed.

-No thank you. How about you?

-I prefer just watching. - Felicity chuckled.

-Yeah me too. - The brunette agreed.

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-Guys? - The ginger asked during dinner.

-What? - they said in unison.

-What happened to Mrs.Foo?

-Oh right you didn’t hear? She was killed..- Max answered.

-What? When?

-Shortly after School Break.

-By who?

-No one knows.

-Poor Ms.Foo.

-I didn’t like her much but dying like that… - Hela felt bad for her ex Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.

-Guys?Changing the heavy subject…Did Penelope glow up? - Max whispered.

-URGH Max come on! - Heather punched him in the arm.

-I´m not saying I like her but I’m still a man. 

-Pffffff a man? Max you´re 15. - Heather mocked making Hela control herself not to spill her food.

-You´ll see I´ll have a pile of girlfriend´s applications everyday by my nightstand.

The group bursted catching most of the room´s attention. They looked around excusing themselves still trying to control the laugh.

Hela looked at Professor Dumbledore who nodded for them to behave. Her gaze locked with the Potion Master´s and she gave him a smile getting back to her conversation once he nodded as a greeting.