The Other Castellan

Gryffindor Victory

Chapter 13: Gryffindor Victory

The next few weeks flew by very quickly. Lucas would never remember how he had managed to stumble through the exams when he was half expecting the professor to turn into a monster, like what had happened at his last school. He could scarcely believe that he had managed to go by the entire school year without blowing up the school or getting expelled (usually they were tied to one another).

  The temperature was scorching hot, especially in the large classroom where their written exams took place. For the exams, they had been given new quills that were charmed with an Anti-Cheating spell.

  They had practical exams, as well. Lucas supposed that to learn magic, one couldn't just rely on theory. Flitwick called them into the classroom one by one to try and see if they could make a pineapple tap-dance across his desk. McGonagall's exam, however, was for them to turn a mouse into a snuffbox- points were given for how pretty and detailed the snuffbox was, while points were taken if it had whiskers. Snape made them all nervous, breathing down their necks while they wracked their brain to try and remember how to make a Forgetfulness potion.

  Lucas tried to do his best, but the truth was, he was very nervous. Not about the exams, but Harry. Lately, his dreams had been shedding light on what would happen under the trapdoor in the third corridor, which Lucas hadn't asked for. It was very annoying and made Lucas extremely tired.

  Their very last exam was History of Magic. One hour of writing down answers about batty old wizards who invented self-stirring cauldrons and they could relax, at least until a week later, when their exam results came out.

  "History of Magic is literally the most boring subject to ever exist," Theo complained.

  Lucas nodded in agreement. "Who flipping cares about who invented what? I mean, if a different professor was teaching History of Magic, it might be more entertaining. Binns just reads off his notes. I learned more from 'A History of Magic' than I did from him."

  "That actually works?" Pansy asked.

  "Yep," he replied. "Binns always tells us what we're learning each class. All I have to do is to jot down the topic and read up."

  "If I remember correctly, you're ADHD," Daphne said. "I'm surprised you haven't walked out yet."

  "I can't say it hasn't crossed my mind," he agreed. "Why hasn't anyone replaced Binns?"

  Theo gave him a look. "You're the one whose father is the chairman of the Board of Governors!"

  "Well, I don't pay attention to those kinds of things!" Lucas shot back. The truth was that he had never interacted with the Malfoys yet, so he couldn't have possibly known that Lucius Malfoy was on the Board of Governors. Oh boy. He was not looking forward to meeting the Malfoys at all.

  They bickered all the way to, for some reason, the Quidditch Pitch, where Fred and George were dive-bombing each other on their brooms.

  Daphne laughed as George accidentally fell off his broom. "I can see why they're so likeable," she commented.

  "They can be unbearable at times," Lucas warned her. "And it's annoying when they try to convince you that George's Fred and Fred's George."

  Pansy shuddered. "I don't fancy having to deal with that."

  He shrugged. "They don't trick me," he said. "Besides, it is a bit funny."

  "Hi!" Fred and George had flown to the stands and hopped off their brooms.