The club went crazily amazing, and over time more students joined—slowly at first, then all at once. And finally… the trio did too. Ron and Harry were very eager to get into the combat part.
"Mate, this is proper brilliant!" Ron said one day, gripping his wand like he was already in a duel.
Harry nodded beside him, a small grin forming. "Yeah… this is way better than just reading about it."
They attended the seminars too, Dumbledore's on weekends, all the other teachers', and somehow… even Snape's.
"I still don't get how we're willingly going to Snape," Ron muttered once.
Harry shrugged. "It helps."
Hermione obviously sucked in any knowledge from the seminars.
"Did you hear what Professor McGonagall said about spell transitions?" she said rapidly one evening. "If you layer intent with timing—"
"—You get smoother casting," Kathey finished, as she was guiding her in the library.
The club was going good—really good, until one specific incident occurred.
No teachers.Perfect timing.
"Yep, right like that Arthur," I said, adjusting his wrist slightly. "Just keep your wrist firm. Rest your attacks will manage."
He nodded and continued practising on the dummies.
"Eh… made a lil' shithouse along with your friends here, eh?" I sighed before even turning.
Slyvern Avery.
With four other Slytherins behind him, including Marcus Flint. Why tf does he look like an inbred troll?
"You were fine with books," Slyvern continued, smirking. "Why get into fighting, man? It's a shame to ruin people like you, y'know?"
Wands out.Of course. I sighed again.
"You know… this is why," I said, glancing at them, "I knew Slytherins wouldn't do much good here."
Then I looked at Arthur.
"Arthur, umm, can you go and let Madam Poppy know to clear five beds?"
He froze for a second, then nodded, he's a good kid.
I stretched a bit, rolling my shoulders.
"So…" I tilted my head slightly. "You gonna start, or have ye pissed your pants already?"
That was enough. Spells shot toward me.
And me?
I moved.
Quick progression, side-stepping cleanly, letting the spells pass.Closed the distance.
An uppercut landed straight on a curly-headed guy, and, he dropped instantly.
Elbow to another.
A sharp kick to the third.
Marcus rushed in with a delicious Knuckle sandwich.
And Slyvern…
Well, let's just say, the poor pretty boy, he wouldn't be recognisable for a while.
Things went smoothly after that.
Obviously.
The trio, meanwhile, were busy solving the mystery of the trapdoor under Fluffy on the strictly restricted floor.
During which, they approached me one day.
"Taylen… do you know who Nicholas Flamel is?" Harry asked carefully.
I looked at them for a moment.
"Yes, the inventor of the Philosophers' Stone, why?"
Clean. They ran away like anything, they were pretty happy too.
I was successful in doing two things which I had looked forward to and actually pulled off.
First of all, to show Harry the joy of studying magic in a practical and better way… and imbue him with the drive to study hard.
Which worked, way too well.
Second was, to improve Snape's relationship with Harry. Well… not exactly as I expected, as, Snape was still harsh. Harry still doubted him.
But, they were getting around it.
Slowly.
By the approach of winter vacations, things were smooth. I could already see the improvements I needed to see.
For the break, though…Yeah, I had to head home, but this time along with Kathey and Victor.
We had to attend a Ministry Christmas function that our guardians were involved in, and the kids had to go. Elara liked to stay. She likes it here. Fair enough.
Before leaving, I gave the Golden Trio the messaging boards. Because honestly, I don't know how, even being so famous, they didn't have them. Like… everyone nearly has them.
"Wow… who made this?" Hermione asked, turning it in her hands.
"My ma—" Kathey started, then quickly corrected herself, "—I mean Taylen."
She looked way too proud. The trio exchanged glances, and then giggled, I just shook my head slightly.
Seeing them like that…
I remembered how the four of us had bonded back in our first years.
Ah.
How we grow up.
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