The Transferee

[Killua Freecss]

Killua Jacob Smith-Frees had but one goal for today. And that was to prove to his friend, Abel Skylar Smith, that he was not non-existent in Hogwarts New Zealand. Sure he was a pretty silent guy and often liked to wander off alone if not with his best friend, but he definitely known in the school. He was not some kind of ghost or spirit that was floating around the school going by unnoticed. He was not trying to be non-existent after all. If anything, he was actually trying to make friends throughout his six years of stay in Hogwarts. Or at least he thought that he was trying and he also thought he was succeeding. He had managed to make friends with Abel and Aaren didn't he? And he had joined a club. Surely the members knew him by now. He'd been a member since his first year for crying out loud! And even then, his werewolf friend refused to believe that some people or maybe a lot of people knew him inside the school. And so, Killua had accepted a dare from his best friend that he was sure that he could win. How could he not win right?

And so, Abel had dared him to pretend to be a transferee for this while his best friend would be somewhere around counting those who will fall for this thing, and who knew him well enough to say that he's joking. This was seriously a hard thing to do, for if he was going to pretend, he would have to pretend to be not Killua Freecss. So, for today, he was Jacob Smith, a Hufflepuff or a Gryffindor transferee, whichever he preferred when someone approaches him. He'd be a cheerful guy who had gotten lost while on his way to either Ancient Runes class or to the Common Room or whichever would pop into his mind. He was totally going to be not himself right now but if this was a way to prove himself wrong then so be it. And so, Killy had put on the most innocent face he could muster plus a large smile, he began to call attention. "Excuse me! Excuse me! I'm a transferee! I need help," Killy cursed inwardly at how embarrassing this is and he could have sworn that Abel was probably laughing his *ss off wherever he is right now. Nevertheless, Killy was determined to prove him wrong. "I'm Jacob Smith and I got lost. I need to find my classroom. Anybody help?" he just hoped and prayed someone would recognize him already.

 

[Abel Smith]

Abel was, for a rare moment in history, wearing a bright smile that was not going to fade. The pureblood was leaning down the hallway, against a corner column, observing Killy as he became a totally different person wearing a huge grin and asking for directions. Abel did not know of a time when Killua had ever asked for directions before, he just always knew where he was going. Or, he simply refused to allow Abel to know that he was hopelessly lost. He chomped on his apple and shook his head slowly as Killua continued to walk around, fulfilling his dare. The challenge Abel had given him was to see if anyone could recognise him. It was almost as if Killua did not exist without Abel there, since they were always together, and always avoiding attention. He doubted even their own roommates actually remembered his name, let alone actually knew him.

He caught the name Killua was using, and snorted, shaking his head and hiding once more. Killua would not be able to hear him for this distance, and probably couldn't see him from his standing position against the wall out of sight, but by Merlin could Abel see him, and he was loving every minute.
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[Aaren Nightray]

Aaren Nightray was an extremely cheerful kid. She's almost always seen with a smile on her face, but today, her smile was even brighter than usual. She finally managed to corner her older cousin, Liam Nightray, and convince him to spend the rest of the day with her. It had been a difficult task, what with the older continuously ignoring her and rejecting her. But alas, the fifth year Gryffindor was not known for giving up that easily, and at last, after hours of begging talking to the seventh year, she managed to make him agree, and thus, there they were, walking side by side, with her having a one sided conversation with the older. She didn't really mind though, for she was used to such treatment. And besides, Liam does nod every now and then, so that would have to mean that he was at least listening, right? "So Liam, you see, I saw Aria yesterday and.." She stopped short as she found herself bumping into someone. She scrunched up her nose and looked at her companion before she tried to look at the source of commotion in front of them.

What she saw, however, made her eyes widen in surprise. "Killua?," she muttered softly, not really understanding what was happening. That has to be Killua, right? She knew him. He was her friend for Merlin's sake, a brother of her best friend! Unless this boy, proclaiming to be a transferee, was actually the sixth year Slytherin's long lost twin. Or maybe he just looked like him. Where was Abel when she needed him to explain what Killua was doing? The two were inseparable. If he wasn't around, then maybe, this Jacob Smith wasn't really Killua. That thought, however, was instantly thrown out of the window as she caught sight of Abel leaning against a column, probably watching what Killua was doing. She raised her eyebrow at him. Yes, this guy was Killua indeed. The fifth year Gryffindor didn't know what was going on, but she decided that it was probably a dare and Killua probably needed some help. She approached him and tapped his shoulder, hoping to get his attention so he could explain everything to her.​

 

[Liam Nightray]

It was one of those days when Liam Nightray found himself wandering the halls of Hogwarts New Zealand with a companion. He was a solitary being. He didn't need friends, he need not waste his time to hang out and do all those silly and stupid things teenagers do. He had more important matters to attend to, but today, instead of just staying in his room to read, there he was, walking with his younger cousin, Aaren Nightray, 'listening' as she talked about everything that would pop into that red head of hers. Usually, the seventh year would do everything to avoid the younger, but today, he had not been successful. The Gryffindor was extremely good at getting what she wanted. He tried to turn her down, even yelled at her, but it was of no use, for once the fifth year had decided on something, she'd do everything to get it. And thus, there he was, arms crossed in front of his chest, silently listening to the younger girl even though what she was saying where things of little importance to him.

The seventh year Slytherin yawned as he matched his cousin's pace. He was getting quite tired, and honestly, he was getting quite annoyed too. Where was Aaren planning to take him anyway? This better be good or Merlin knew, the girl would not be able to hear the end of it from him. Hearing his younger sister's name caught his attention however, but before the younger could even finish her statement, she stopped, and thus, he too stopped walking. His eyebrows knitted together as he looked at his cousin. What was she so surprised about? Why was she not moving? If she wouldn't start walking, then he would leave. He had no time for this. He waited for a few seconds before he decided he had enough. He was about to take a step forward and leave but the Gryffindor beat him to it and he watched as she began walking towards someone. He narrowed his eyes in irritation. She asked him to go with her and yet, there she was, walking away from him without even saying anything? A scowl made its way into his face and he marched towards the direction that the younger took. As he neared her, he realized why she had been in a hurry. Someone, a flea, was making a fool out of himself. Liam would have enjoyed watching the trash continue whatever craziness it was that he was doing, but it seemed that the same could not be said about his cousin, and thus, he scowled even more, if that was possible. He quickened his pace as soon, he found himself standing right next to his cousin. Yes, he wasn't wrong. This flea was not a transferee. He was that stupid kid from the dungeons. He knew him, but he was not going to declare that for the world to know. He could be a student of Hogwarts for decades and Liam would still say that he knew him not, though admittedly, he really didn't know his name. But he had seen him before, and he disliked him. He hadn't been able to pay him back for what he did last time. This was his chance. He grabbed his cousin's hand and pulled at her to get her attention before he gave 'Jacob Smith' a glare. "What are you doing?" he told his cousin before he turned his attention back to the boy, "This is a transferee. I don't know him. You," he stopped, looked at his cousin before he gave the boy another sharp look, "You don't know him," he raised his free hand and pointed at the boy as if he was not there, "Ignore him. He's no one." He then pulled his cousin away, determined to take her away from this flea. Though before he turned around, he didn't miss to give the other a taunting smirk. Yes. Revenge was indeed sweet.​