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Name: Emery Mettlestone House: Ravenclw Year: Sixth Lesson(s) Missed 3 Emery headed into the History of Magic classroom and took his usual seat, the professor launched straight into a lecture so Emery quickly grabbed parchment and quill to take notes. The lesson was about the first wizarding...

Emery Mettlestone Ravenclaw

Emery's heart did a little jump when Rāwhiti mentioned the gobstones match from last week when he had nearly beaten him. Him naming the maneuver he did nearly made Emery want to kiss him this time, though he didn't. Still, it meant Rāwhiti had actually listened to him and remembered what he had...

Emery couldn't help laughing and leaning in slightly as Rāwhiti leaned back. "Name one thing you planned, ever." He teased, much more comfortable teasing Rāwhiti in this familiar way than he had been with the other topic. Still, he needed to know. "Elaborate." He simply said, crossing his arms.

Emery snorted in amusement. "Of course, it wasn't planned- you don't plan." He said, though he still had some trouble wrapping his mind around things. He reached over and straightened Rāwhiti's quidditch robes. "Why?" He asked him after he said he wanted to kiss him. He hesitated. "I don't get it."

Emery blinked a few more times, his heart still beating fast in his chest. "So that makes me... the snitch?" He asked, too dazed to pretend he didn't know what it was called. He cleared his throat, glancing up at Rāwhiti, eyes lingering on his lips. "So- so it was on purpose." He said, still...

Emery's brain was in complete shock and had trouble making sense of what happened. He felt a twinge of disappointment as Rāwhiti lowered him to the ground. Had he known the other boy could pick him up so easily? Emery knew his face was still flaming red as he took the book from Rāwhiti. "Um...

For a moment, Emery thought Rāwhiti was going to crash into him and send him crashing into the bench behind him, he braced for impact. Instead, he got lifted on his feet and spun around, which he was not prepared for. "Hey-" He started, trying to protest to being picked up like a bag of flour...

Emery had given up on pretending he didn't go to these matches just for Raawhiti and made no effort to hide as he saw his friend come over to the stands. He had been lingering, waiting for the annoying crush of people to lessen. He had to admit, as stupid as the sport was, the moment Rāwhiti was...

Emery didn't write home very often, as he didn't get a response most of the time, but he still felt some sort of duty as the oldest to at least occasionally let their parents know they were still alive and doing reasonably well. The letter he had in his hand as he climbed the stairs wasn't very...

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