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Avie ran through the school, waving a sheet of paper in the air as he did so, calling out for Lucien as he stormed his way through the halls of the school he called home, "LUCIEN! LUCIEN!" the boy had been in the Owlery and had been storming around the school since he couldn't find him, not in the dorm, not the common room, not the prefects room, and he'd come across several people who had also been little help to him, who had provided him no answers as to where his best friend was, though Avie had put on his best Esme impression and threatened them trying to get an answer but that had produced nothing. The teen had gone no further in his search, and was now running up and dos the great hall, trying to spot him, or spot Esme who would probably know, or his twin, or those other girls who he'd founds it recently were related to Lucien. But he had no such luck. None of them were anywhere close to him, he knew that worse came to worse, he was meeting Esme later so then he could be pointed towards where Lucien would be.
It took far too long in Avie's young mind to realise that he might find Lucie at the pitch, given that the boy was the quidditch captain and they were close to another quidditch cup victory, it would make sense that he would be there, so excitedly, with an expression of pure elation and carefree-ness the Slytherin rushed outside. It was as he did this that he noticed a lone figure sitting by the lake, and even from such a distance, Avie knew exactly who it was, he'd been living with the boy since day one of first year, and Lucien was the person Avie loved most in the world. So upon seeing him, Avie broke into a run, "Lucien!" he called out happily, coming to a crashing stop just in front of him, waving the paper in his best friend's face excitedly, "Lucien look at what I got," Avie told him with breathless excitement, the usual warm expression on his face as he spoke, but there was a happiness, a child like expression of pure joy, which hadn't graced Avie's expression fully u since his mothers death, he held the letter out in front of him, "Dear...Mister...Avery...Mitchell," Avie had a finger pointed at each word, and he read very slowly, pausing over each word, just like the muggle studies professor has shown him to do, "We are inviting you to try out for the Moutohora Macaws quidditch team," he struggled over the team, but when he'd finished the sentence, Avie glanced back at Lucien with the most joyous expression, it he managed to get on to the team, he had a chance at a future, despite his short comings and lack of OWLs, he was so happy and he wanted to share that with Lucien more than anyone.
It took far too long in Avie's young mind to realise that he might find Lucie at the pitch, given that the boy was the quidditch captain and they were close to another quidditch cup victory, it would make sense that he would be there, so excitedly, with an expression of pure elation and carefree-ness the Slytherin rushed outside. It was as he did this that he noticed a lone figure sitting by the lake, and even from such a distance, Avie knew exactly who it was, he'd been living with the boy since day one of first year, and Lucien was the person Avie loved most in the world. So upon seeing him, Avie broke into a run, "Lucien!" he called out happily, coming to a crashing stop just in front of him, waving the paper in his best friend's face excitedly, "Lucien look at what I got," Avie told him with breathless excitement, the usual warm expression on his face as he spoke, but there was a happiness, a child like expression of pure joy, which hadn't graced Avie's expression fully u since his mothers death, he held the letter out in front of him, "Dear...Mister...Avery...Mitchell," Avie had a finger pointed at each word, and he read very slowly, pausing over each word, just like the muggle studies professor has shown him to do, "We are inviting you to try out for the Moutohora Macaws quidditch team," he struggled over the team, but when he'd finished the sentence, Avie glanced back at Lucien with the most joyous expression, it he managed to get on to the team, he had a chance at a future, despite his short comings and lack of OWLs, he was so happy and he wanted to share that with Lucien more than anyone.