25 Interlude!

{Gryffinor Dormitory, Hogwarts, Scotland}

{08:24 AM, 25th Sept 1991}

Charlus slowly walked into his dormitory with labored footsteps, the quidditch practice was tiring and Oliver Wood was a demon from hell from the number of drills they had to do this early in the morning, and now he was running late for classes. He placed his Nimbus on the bed and looked at Ron still sleeping like a log.

"Ron wake up we are late," Charlus kicked Ron awake who was groggily looking around at what happened. Ignoring his supposed best friend, Charlus went to his wardrobe and quickly changed into his uniform. He always imagined what life in Gryffindor would be like but it surely wasn't as exciting as Dad had made it out to be, they had classes from morning till evening every weekday and then classwork to complete every weekend, and when combined with his quidditch practice there wasn't any time for pranks and stuff.

'How did Dad even work out the time for his pranks back in the day, or maybe Prof. McGonagall is giving us extra homework knowing that I could also go down the same path?'

Charlus mused as he looked and shouted to Ron to get a move on one more time before he walked out of the room and into the common room, He saw Hermione reading a massive tome and just rolled his eyes, "Jesus Hermione, do you want to get suffocated by that book or something?" he asked, his amusement sneaking into his voice which the Gryffindor genius quickly caught on to.

"Oh shut it, Charlus I'm way behind, so extra reading is necessary whenever I get the time." Hermione said as she closed her book and looked at Charlus and then scanned her surroundings for a bit, "Where is Ron? he was still sleeping wasn't he?" She asked and Charlus nodded.

"Why for Merlin's sake, would you think you are way behind in classes, you get every spell right in the first class too, I don't know if you would get full marks in Potions because of that blasted git but in everything else surely you don't need that?" Charlus's expression darkened when he mentioned Snape.

"It's not classes, it's compared to Hector..." Charlus could see competitiveness shining in her eyes as she talked about another mystery that Charlus couldn't figure out, he remembered all the muggle-borns that were in their year ready to help them if necessary because of the strangeness of the wizarding world, mom always told him stories of how difficult it was sometimes going through the bigotry of the wizarding world while just trying to study, but Hector Jackson was someone entirely out of scope.

He was muggleborn that Charlus didn't doubt, the look he gave and his tentativeness in the way he picked up a broom screamed 'I can't believe wizards are stupid enough to fly at high speeds on these things'. But it was everything else that didn't make sense, anyone with two eyes and a functioning brain could see that most of the Slytherins were afraid of him, and according to the rumors that were floating around they should be true, and ever since Daphne Greengrass started hanging around beside him he could see a group forming around him.

'Greengrass, Zabini, Nott, Rosier...' he counted at least 4 ancient families that he had connections with despite being a muggleborn, now that couldn't be achieved with power alone...

"...and I talked to him you know yesterday," Charlus zeroed in on what Hermione was saying and interrupted her, "you talked to Hector?" he looked at her annoyed expression as she huffed and continued, "yes I did, anyway he was in the library going through an ancient-looking tome on battle transfiguration when I was having trouble with this second-year spell, the Severing charm, he ignored me at first but when I failed for the third time he came over and explained how to do it." Her expression slacked as she thought about what had happened and Charlus felt like laughing as the thought of Hermione having a crush on a Slytherin popped into his mind.

"So what did he say?" Charlus asked, it was a rare opportunity to look into the mind of Hector, Hermione woke up from her daydream and blushed before she stammered and continued, "h-he mentioned I was going at it the wrong way, that magic is not about saying a bunch of words in a foreign language and waving it with the pointy end away from you, magic is about intent and desire, it flows through our very being and our life source, we could do so much more from it than just using it to flight feathers, so instead of just waving my wand, he told me to bring forth the desire to cut, the intent to sever and my magic shall obey..." Charlus listened to Hermione finishing her tale with a rather ominous message.

"Hey what are you guys talking about, we are getting late," Ron's voice broke up the conversation as Charlus and Hermione followed him to the great hall to get some breakfast before rushing to their classes. On the way, though all Charlus could think about was how much Hector understood magic already, it also gave him an idea about his personality a little bit, Charlus knew he wasn't perfect, he was whiny, he lacked discipline but he always preferred his mana to flow freely, he uses spells purely based on his intent and let his mana flow and do its thing and it works for him.

'Hector, on the other hand, likes control over everything he can...' Charlus paused and then continued, 'not everything, but on what he considered his, he didn't give a shit about Slytherin house till just a week ago when Daphne suddenly sat next to him, from that day his influence had started to seep in the crowd, and judging by the looks he was receiving from Dumbledore he wasn't liking it...'

Charlus sighed and looked at the almost empty great hall, before he hurried to grab some toast for himself, "Hey Charlus, good match the other day, you preparing for the next one?" a random Gryffindor congratulated him and he nodded politely, his first match against Slytherin was as easy as he knew it would be, he had been flying forages for Merlin's sake...

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