The end of the school year arrived. Students were chatting with each other while they were on their way to the great hall. Luka and Catherine were just meeting up with their friends.
“Man, I can’t believe the school year is ending,” Catherine said. “It went by so fast!”
“Agreed!” Sage exclaimed.
Luka nodded. His year was mostly made up of studying and figuring out why he was at Hogwarts. He found nothing. This caused major frustration to be built up inside of him. He couldn’t wait to get home and have a discussion about this with his parents.
“I can see Slytherin winning the house cup,” Griffin smirked, “we did win the most Quidditch games this year.”
“Shut up, snake boy.” Brendan snapped. “You’re just bragging about you being the best Seeker at Hogwarts since Harry Potter!”
“Well, to balance out his talents, he’s the worst at potions for the Slytherin house. I honestly don’t know how he was able to pass the exams. They were a bit difficult.” Catherine chuckled as Griffin blushed in embarrassment. It was their little secret that they were tutoring each other. Catherine was one of the best Hufflepuffs in potions, and Griffin was one of the best flyers and Quidditch players.
“I just want to tell my family how much fun herbology is!” Mason said “My mother is a florist. I knew so much about plants before I came here. Now I know about magical plants!”
“Just try not to scare your family,” Mimi suggested, “the wizarding world is an abnormal place for them.”
“Does anyone have any younger siblings coming here next year?” Catherine asked.
The group became quiet and looked around. I was either no one had a younger sibling coming the following year, or they didn’t want to say.
The continued heading to the great hall, chatting and exchanging contact information. Griffin was the only really silent one of the group. He wasn’t fully use to this group of friends he made. He was never use to being around so many people in his life. He had to lie to them about not having any contacts. How was he supposed to know how his summer was planned out?
Once they reached the Great Hall, McGonagall told everyone, but Griffin, to take a seat with their house. They all looked back in confusion as they went to their houses.
“Am I in any trouble?” Griffin asked, his voice in a worried tone.
McGonagall shook her head.
“No, no, it doesn’t have anything to do with you. It’s your brother.”
Griffin raised an eyebrow.
“But he’s a perfect student! There is no way he did something wrong.”
He was in shock as they stopped in front of the hospital wing. He looked at McGonagall, worried.
“I assure you he’s fine,” the headmaster claimed, “just a little potions accident.”
And with that, they both headed into the wing.