What in the heck was going on?! Lucky gasped as the obnoxious Gryffindor landed a punch right on Daintree's jaw. "Fuuuuuuu-" he stopped short as an older student suddenly appeared- "dge," he ended. "Yo, yo, he's gone crazy!" Lucky tried to tell the older girl. "And she-" he jabbed a finger at...
Lucky was only vaguely aware of what was going on behind him while he collected up his figurines. He almost had them all in the box when the mean Gryffindor's sidekick swept her arm across the table, knocking the last few off. "Hey!" he yelled, making to lunge at her - he wasn't afraid to shove...
"Thank you!" Lucky said, glad somebody appreciated how cool his figurines were. He didn't know the Gryffindor boy who had come to his defence, but he had a quick wit that Lucky could only dream of possessing. He nodded in agreement at the Slytherin girl's comment. What was this kid's problem...
Lucky gawped. How could anyone not know what Quidditch was? He didn't have much experience with muggleborns, which was to say he had no experience at all. He opened his mouth to respond but was rudely interrupted by a boy whose face he remembered from the sorting ceremony. He had a mean kind of...
It was four in the afternoon, and the tables had been cleared and the great hall was mostly empty. Dinner wouldn't be for another few hours yet, which gave Lucky quite a bit of time to kill. He was thoroughly enjoying his first full day, but hadn't quite worked up the courage to venture to any...
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