“Sade, take those budear-things out of your ear, Professor Quincey is watching!” Eliza whispered frantically to her friend Sade.
He looked at her dazedly.
“They’re earbuds. And she can’t even see, those glasses are bad.” He mumbled, reading her lips.
It was Sade’s sixth year at Hogwarts, and Eliza’s too. They had been friends since the very first day at the school, after she helped him reverse an ill-meant Immobulus charm. They later found that they had similar schedules and were both Ravenclaw. She tried to keep him out of trouble, but many of the professors didn’t understand when he was paying attention, thus earning him many detentions throughout the years despite getting high marks on most of his tests. He was a Ravenclaw after all.
He came from a lower-class muggle family, not at all used to life with magic at first, but slowly settled in. Few friends and an abusive parent took its toll on the boy, giving way to depression. Eliza was supportive and patient with him when he was being difficult, and he was eternally grateful for that.
“Sade Mattison, if I’m not interrupting your oh so important conversation, what is one use of Murtlap tentacles?” She asked, not in the mood for foolishness.
He smirked. He was quite familiar with this ingredient.
“If strained and pickled, Murtlap tentacles can be turned into essence of Murtlap, which is primarily used in healing and soothing wounds such as cuts and boils.” he finished lazily.
She seemed flustered.
“I do not tolerate talking in my classroom, mister Mattison, you have earned yourself a detention.” she growled. He glared at her.
“That will be two then, I suppose.”
Letting his head fall down, he uttered a groan.
“I told you, Sade.” was all Eliza said, sighing.
Later, in the afternoon
“Mattison, get yer arse in here,” Mr. Fogarty grumbled, stuck watching the detention kids until seven o’clock.
“Yes sir...” The dark-haired boy sighed, truding into the Detention Chamber.
It was empty, save for a Gryffindor student. Mr. Fogarty grimaced and sighed.
“I have things better ta do than babysit brats. So I will do those things, and I will also know if you have left before the time is up.” He growled, walking out of the classroom and slamming the door behind him.
The Gryffindor boy was sitting atop one of the desks, books pushed to the side. Sade relatively ignored him, preferring to sit in a chair like a normal person.
Because she understood Sade’s need for his music, Headmaster Ravensdale allowed him to keep his computer with him, knowing that he couldn’t use the internet in Hogwarts. Headmaster Ravensdale was one the boy could truly turn to in times of stress, because she understood much of what he was going through, being muggle-born and such. After the Battle of Hogwarts, 15 years later, much of the school was restored to its former glory, and purebloods did not have as much hold as they did before the Battle. Sure, he was still called mudblood, but it...