It was hardly the most pleasent day. Whipping October winds and heavy rain lashed against the windows. George wasnt truly excited, but it was clear the school was buzzing. First Quidditch of the year and it was a rival match. Gryfindor versus Slytherin. No one could think of a better way to start the year; besides a few of course. George was, as he had been for two years running, Captain of the Slytherin Duelling Team. He had a talent for it and a passion, perhaps having come from a house filled with Ministry officials. His own father from deputy head of the Department for Magical Law Enforcement: an Auror. It was his destiny to follow in his father's footsteps and stray away from the stuff he actually enjoyed. Of course, he wouldn't have minded being an Auror, duelling for a job but there were professional duellists out there. He'd often considered joining them.
"Nott!" A whisper came from the table across. Charms class, a mix of Hufflepuff and Slytherin. "Oy." He looked over and rose an eyebrow. They had to be quiet of course, at least whilst the teacher wrote a million notes on the board and some spell a Seventh Year had taught George the year before. "You coming down to Quiddtich later?" Steven Travers, a hard set Beater with a certain passion for women and beating the hell out of Gryfindor. His family were not so notorious in their pure blood ways but he liked to show his own dislike.
"No one will want to practise duelling when it's us against them." He had a point. They got at least six chances a year to beat the living hell out of the house they were all meant to hate. "I've got fire whiskey for afterwards." George smiled.
As the lesson drew on, he felt something being poked against his back. "George." He turned and took the object. A copy of the Daily Prophet. 'Mass muggle murders. Dangerous wizard under questioning.' They'd be asking if he knew anything. Nothing other than the fact the wizard won't have been caught.
"It's nothing." He muttered back, handing the paper back. Travers soon joined in the conversation.
"Calls him Voldemort, apparently."
"It's nothing, other than an complete mainiac."
"Fenrir says he's done more murders than the Prophet says. Says he's recruiting an army-"
"Steven Travers! Will you be quiet!" The whole room jumped. "Nott, I expected more from you." The blonde boy rolled his eyes and took back to his notes.
The lesson ended. Thankfully. George threw his stuff into his bag and made like a bee for the door.
"Nott. A word." He was already sick of how much was expected of him. "You're wanting to be an Auror, aren't you?"
"I think so."
"I'd suggest you focus more on your studies then. You may have a talent for it but they won't expect you on name alone." Why did everyone expect so much from him? Just because of his own stupid parents! He muttered a 'thank you' and disappeared from the room. He'd make his way to the dormitory and calm down there. Perhaps it was dangerous to be paired with such a wand. He saw the look on his brother's face when he'd been given yew, of course it meant nothing to their parents.
As the rain came down hard on the windows of charms class, Roisin was busy taking notes wishing this class was over with already. She had already known most if not all of the spells taught in this class. Her friends had always pushed her to join the duelling team, but she always protested. When she heard her housemates talking she peered with her green eyes behind her, she shook her head at the mention of fire whiskey. Tonight after the match would be interesting in their common room.
When the subject came to the headline of the Daily Prophet she turned her attention back to her notes until the less ion ended. She gathered her things before meeting up with her friends. The group walked back to the common room. When George got back from his word with the charms professor, her friends pushed her forward towards him. She shyly stepped up speaking softly, "Um...George I was wondering if there might be an opening on the duelling team?" She took a deep shaky breath.
She started rambling, "My friends have always been pushing me to join, but I always thought I wasn't good enough to join. Especially after seeing you." She blushed crimson and became very shy that she turned around and started walking back to her friends without getting an answer from him.
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Travers turned back around in the doorway and shouted.
"You coming to Quidditch?" George shook his head.
"Well see." His attention hadnt truly been on the group of girls by the door. Vain as it was, he was almost used to it. It was like a drug to girls in both his year and the ones below. He was Captain, maybe not of the Quidditch team but he was Duelling Captain. He rolled his eyes a little. However, he was a little taken aback when they thrust a friend forward. Surely she didn't think he'd be interested after his public break up with Kiera Greyback earlier that morning.
"Duelling?" He stood a little confused, watching Rosie ramble. Soon though she walked away. "Hey, Rosie." He was unaware of his mistaken name. "I've having open trials this Thursday." He hasn't posted an advert yet, mainly because he'd already got a team in mind. Rosier, Dolohov, Twisk, the Carrow twins.
He hurried up and caught up with the girl. "If you'd like, I can give you some tips, it's not that hard." He shrugged, smiling down at her. "After Quidditch though. It is the first game of the year." He smiled down at her and stepped past a group of Seventh Year Hufflepuffs.
"Don't be taking a nasty fall again this year!" One shouted.
"I'd be watching your legs instead. Well see if we can make it four weeks this time." George shouted back. Last years match had been pretty messy. George had taken a spell directly in the chest, sending him flying into the Great Hall ceiling, wandless, only to fall and break his arm. The Hufflepuff has gotten it worse.
He walked quietly for a few minutes before stopping. He moved to the side of the hallway and looked over her shoulder. He knew what it would look like to her friends. "You should come to Quidditch, meet the rest of the team. I'm sure you're not terrible at it, you've always been good at charms." He smiled. His eyes drew to the end of he hallway. Rumours would wreck his week if anyone saw them. "Or not. It's up to you."
She turned and looked at George as he called her by the wrong name. They had been in the same year since there first, but then she had always been the quiet type. She answered him meekly, "I would like that and my name is Roisin not Rosie."
She paused than added, "Though don't you have fire whiskey with your name on it after?"
She shook her head at the shouting match between George and a member of the Hufflepuff duelling team. When he moved to the side of the hallway to make sure he wasn't seen by anyone, she bit her lip. "I will probably be there with my friends so I can meet them, and if I do make the team I hope you won't have to hide while talking to me." She said raising her voice some.
She turned and walked towards her friends who were already talking about them. If anyone was going to start a rumor it was them. When she reached them, they whisked her away to get her ready for what they thought was a date. She finally got away from all the talk of makeup and hair to duck in an alcove. She sighed and relaxed. She than went past George to head to her next class which was with George and her friends.
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"I can drink Fire Whiskey whenever, it's fine." He shrugged. George gave a light sigh and turned his eyes to the rain outside. "Let me know, of we win, I can turn up later if doesnt really matter." The blonde turned and looked towards Roisin as she left. He moved as the crowds began to thin slightly and headed down towards the dungeons. He was at least a staircase ahead of Roisin and her friends when he reached the ground floor. He wasnt particularly bothered if he got their early or late, with Quiddtich a few hours away, anyone would be itching to go. He trotted down the stairs, rolling his eyes as two familiar voices approached behind him.
"Shh! You can't go saying that around school!"
"Does it look like I give a damn now?"
"Yeah well, I'd like to keep my head." Steven Travers and Fenrir Greyback. George hurried a little, uncomfortable with ending up in the hospital wing this early in the year. He reached the bottom when a hand caught onto his collar.
"We need a word." Fenrir growled, pullin him into a empty classroom.
"You can't eat him!" Travers yelled, hurrying after them both.
"Relax, it's two weeks before full moon." George rose an eyebrow and looked between the two others boys. It was true then. He'd alway thought that had just been a rumour to spite the boy.
"Told you he was making an army, George." Travers beamed. He made a grab at Fenrir's arm only to stumble as the taller, broader boy lifted it out of the way.
"You tell your stupid parents about any of this stuff-" Fenrir pulled his wand out and stuck it against George's neck. "-And you'll end up with a lot more than a chunk missing." He smirked and lifted the sleeve of his jumper.
"See, I told you George." Travers smiled. He'd never been so unsure as to why he was being told such things in his life. They knew his parents were Arours. Fenrir let him go and shoved him out into the hallway. George gave a quick glance in either direction; thankfully no one had spotted them. He brushed down his uniform and headed towards Potions.
Roisin was already in her seat having passed by the empty classroom only hearing bits and pieces of the conversation but ignored it as she went to potions class. She didn't look up when anyone entered. She couldn't even be happy about her favorite class with how she was treated.
The rumors had already gone around school as her desk mate asked if she was going out with Not. She quickly told the other that it wasn't. She tried to set the story straight but as normal whispers went through the classroom with even worse rumors. She sighed putting her head on the desk. Now she would never get on the team no matter how good she may be. Her friends walked up to her smiling at their work while Roisin shot them a dirty look. She would have to apologize for her friends' digressions. When he entered she stood walking towards him. "I am really sorry about what is going around school." She noticed he was a bit dishevelled.
" Are you Ok?" She didn't mention what she overheard from the classroom.
When the professor entered she quickly went back to her seat as notes were being written on the board. She busied her self writing them down so she didn't hear what was being said by her friends to other students. When notes were finished it was time to make the potion.
George walked. He still couldn't understand why they'd told him. They knew shutting him up would stop an almost direct link to the ministry if anything got out of hand. Yet it wasnt like he wanted to know any of it! He didn't want to end up like his parents. He thought quietly to himself as he walked. He pushed open the Potions class door and coughed a little on the fumes. He looked about the room, rolling his eyes when people looked. He shook his head when he was approached. "It's fine. I should be apologising to you, Kiera will come looking for a fight later." That part wasnt a lie, the girl certainly would. He moved over towards his seat and stopped when she asked another question. "Yeah I'm fine." Aside from knowing something so secret he couldn't tell anyone, he was great.
George greeted the teacher and sat down. He didn't mind potions, Slughorn wasnt a bad teacher, just a little soft hearted. He wasnt overly threatening when students did something wrong. He pulled out parchment and furrowed a pair of eyebrows.
"Sir, we did Armotentia last year." A Ravenclaw girl remarked.
"Ah yes, but not the full form. It's difficult to create the potent and full brew." Well, everyone would certainly have to be careful this Valentines day. George copied the notes and ignore the two twins that sat down the row. The Carrows weren't as normal as the rest of them. It wasnt unknown either that the two were sharing more than blood. Either way, they were good duellers.
As soon as George had finished, he stood and opened his book. He disappeared to the cupboard, got the ingredients he was missing and returned to the table. He had a lot to think about. Things that didn't make sense now, things that seemed unlike him and things that were growing ever more interesting.
Roisin wasn't afraid of Keria. She was all bark and if she proved that wrong she could handle her. She was quick with making the potion. After she added the last ingredient and finished the last instructions. She bottled the potion before going up to Slughorn to handed it to him. He tested and was delighted as always with her. Slughorn let her be dismissed. She collected her things before walking by a section of girls, "What does he see in her. She is so plain. Keria and him looked better together." This caused her to run out. She hated how cruel some people were. She ran all the way to the hallway George and her had talked where she sat hoping no one would find her.
A couple hours went by and Quidditch would be starting in an hour. She decided to put a little effort in how she looked. She got up and went to her room. She dug through bag until she got her make up bag out. She used Slytherin colors on her eyes to bring her green eyes out and applied a light colored lip gloss. She slipped out of the dorm than the castle. She put her hood up on the blue hoodie she grabbed before leaving. It was still raining so this match was going to be dirty. She made her way to the pitch and got there just before everyone else left.
After getting in the stands she never found out where the duelling team was going to sit so she decided to get up and wait outside of the stands for the team. She was getting cold and soaked as the rain pelted her as it came down.
As the lesson drew on, the potent smell of coffee and mint was growing too much. He followed the instructions in his book carefully, ever watchful of those around him. He cut and sliced, crushed and diced until the thing was vaguely as it should have been. Potions wasnt a subject he truly enjoyed, he'd just needed it. He looked over at his two closest friends and groaned. Anything to just get out of the room now. He stirred for a while and tried not to lose count.
"Alecto!" George, and half to class jolted round as the female Carrow twin dropped two much into the cauldron. In the panic that followed, George lost count of his own stirs and the potion turned from pink to brown. He frowned and dropped back into his seat.
Before he had time to dwell back on his thoughts, George turned his eyes to Roisin as she got up to leave. His eyes moved to the girls who had clearly been giggling for the entire duration of the lesson. He frowned and sighed. With fifteen minutes left, George knew there was no point restarting the potion. Instead he leant over his parchment and wondered off in his own thoughts. He turned his attention back to his notes, doodling as he lost concentration again. He needed to talk to Travers. Steven had always been cleverer than most people gave him credit for, he had an uncanny gift for knowing what was to come, or at least acting like he did. George stopped making notes and piled all his belongings into his bag. He had minutes before the lesson was over, and he wouldn't just sit there.
"George. Psst." The male twin whispered. The blonde turned his head and leant closer. Before Amycus had time to continue, Slughorn dismissed them. Had it been safe to talk, George guessed someone would have said something, instead he was left in the dark once more. He emptied his cauldron and packed it back into his bag. With a few quick strides, he was out the door. It wouldn't take long to reach the Common Room, it's location not far from the Potions room. He stepped inside and dashed up towards the dormitory. A quick change and he was ready. Unfortunately, Travers wasnt there. Clearly he was already at Quidditch. George grabbed his coat and hurried down the stairs.
"Nott! You ready?" Rosier laughed, pulling on a hat before they all headed out the door. It was going to be an eventful match. As they walked, they discussed school, friends, music, news and various theories about the girls in the other Houses. By the time they reached the pitch, each of them was cold but incredibly excited. George walked ahead a little and spotted Roisin. "Hey." He smiled, beckoning her over.
She slowly walked over to him smiling. "Hey yourself. I do need to talk to you about something when you get a chance to give me some tips." She didn't know why she was worried about him, but she was. She rubbed her hands against the wet sleeves of her hoodie. She was nervous to meet the rest of the team. She looked up at him then at the crowd of people. That was when she spotted Keria. "Oh great this day can't get any worse."
Keria stalked towards them, like a lioness stalked her prey. She went right up to George. She smiled sweetly at him. "So where are we sitting?" She pushed Roisin out of the way as she hooked her arm in his. Roisin cleared her throat to make her presence known only to be ignored. She cleared her throat again only to be ignored again. This time she tapped Keria on the shoulder. "I really don't think he wants to be around you. So come back later." She had heard about the ugly break up between the two of them that happened that morning.
"Oh so your the one everyone is talking about. I see he had to lower his standards after me." Keria snidely remarked. Roisin just laughed, "You only say that because I am not fake like you or your friends are." Keria huffed and stormed off towards her friends. Roisin smiled proud of how she handled her and that it hadn't come to a physical fight.