Unlikely : A Slytherpuff Story

Logan POV - 4

Quick note, this is possible my longest chapter, going over 2000 words. I apologize for taking a while for this to update, but I've started a more consistent writing schedule, although that'll probably be messed up by school, which for me, is starting again in less than two weeks :/ Enjoy the chapterrrrr!

I wear a lot of sweaters, because of how cold it can get in Hogwarts. We have a fireplace in the Common room and contrary to popular belief, it's actually relatively warm inside the potions room due to all the fires needed to brew, but other than the dorms themselves, the hallways, and any other classroom that doesn't require fire (which is most of them) are pretty cold. 

The thing is, I am usually alone in this endeavor of being cold as heck because almost everyone here is used to the weather, seeing as we live in Europe, a historically known continent for being murky and cold and clingy and-

I just don't like the weather here.

I used to live in The States (namely California) until I turned 9, since my mom wanted to move back to Scotland, and although it's super awesome here, it's also super cold. 

And so now I just wear sweaters almost all the time, but it's not a big deal since they can be pretty comfy.

Since it's only fall right now, I decided to just wear the robes that we're given, since those can be pretty warm.

After the weird, awkward little fiasco that was interacting with Markus, I decided to just try my best not to get into any situations that would get him or his friends angry at me because that would make me anxious as heck. 

Right now I'm eating in the Great Hall with Elizabeth and the quidditch team, since Elizabeth is part of it. I don't do quidditch personally, because I find it incredibly dangerous, but I do like to fly the brooms here at Hogwarts whenever I can. 

"What do you think Logan?" Elizabeth turns to me. Her hair is back to it's normal pink and spikiness.

I swallow some food in my mouth and ask, "What do you mean?"

She laughs, "Come on dude! Which house do you think Harry Potter will turn out in? I personally think Ravenclaw, like a guy has to be pretty smart to defeat this You-know-who guy!" I ponder on it a bit before giving my answer.

"Whatever house he ends up isn't important, what's important is that he grows up so that he can help himself and those around him to the best of his ability so that he can be happy. And also we don't even know if he'll go to Hogwarts! Maybe he'll go to Durmstrang or overseas to the U.S.-"

She waves me off, "Yeah yeah, blah blah blah. Don't have a cow, Logan. I'm surprised that with all the time you're doing math in your spare time you didn't end up in Ravenclaw!" She sticks her tongue out at me playfully and I do the same.

I roll my eyes while she continues her conversation and I let my eyes wander. The Great Hall is absolutely gorgeous, and I don't know what anybody who grew up in a magic family and setting feels about this, but being a muggle born and seeing this every day is just, incredible.

All around you is just pure magic. You look above you and there are candles and ghosts just casually floating and cruising, you look down at the tables and there's food just popping out of nowhere right on your plate. The place is just brimming with the kind of stuff a muggle kid would imagine.

The clock tower rings, signaling that our first class is starting, so I say a quick goodbye to Elizabeth and book it to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

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"Logan! Wait up!" I hear a familiar voice shout out while I'm walking down the halls. I turn around to see Jalissa waving at me and Peggy trailing not far behind.