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It was a beautifully sunny day outside and Leander wanted nothing more than to be out there enjoying the summer sun. As it was, she’d spend most of her weekend out there had had neglected her homework. More than that, she hadn’t studied for her mock test McGonagall had set.

In just a few days time she’d have to sit the two hour paper covering everything they’d been over in the last three years, and, quite frankly, she didn’t have a clue.

Most of the transfiguration essays she’d handed in over the last few years had been lucky to muster an ‘A’cceptable, and end of year tests were on the edge too. Now, she was expected to remember everything that she’d done over 3 years. How was she supposed to be able to do it now when she couldn’t even do it then?

Transfiguration. The bane of her existence.

So despite the weather outside Leander steered herself towards the library and to her usual spot in the back corner of the room, about as far away from anyone as was possible. Very few people ventured to that part of the library and those who did usually realized very quickly that there was nothing there of interest to them.

Being perfectly honest, Leander herself had never bothered to take a good look at what books were kept in that area. She only went there for the little table that provided her a quite place to work away from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the school, and the quiet chatter of other library go-ers who would sit around the main seating areas working on projects.

Thankfully there was no one there when she got there and she slumped down into her favorite spot, dumping her pile of books on the table.

As usual Leander has passed on the option of using a bag, preferring to carry her books. Today, she’d brought her old note books from the last few years of transfiguration classes. If these wouldn’t tell her what she needed to revise then what would?

She picked up the book labled ‘1st Year – Transfiguration – Term 1’. Her ‘term 1’ book had actually managed to last out the whole of the school year… which made her slightly worried at how good her notes were. A quick flick through the first few pages told her all she needed to know.

What had she been thinking? There was hardly anything written down beyond the date, a page number to reference from, and a few badly scrawled lines that made it look like she’d actually been working in class.

She grabbed the next book from the pile. It wasn’t much better than the first. ”Oh no! I’ll never pass now…” She groaned. What was she supposed to do with all of this? What she could read referred to old books she didn’t even have at Hogwarts with her and what could have been useful she’d scribbled so fast it was undecipherable.

What Leander needed was tutoring. She pulled her diary which she had brought with her closer to her and rested her head on it. But how on earth was she, of all people, going to find someone to tutor her in transfiguration? She wished she weren’t so shy.

What Leander needed was a miracle.

[lachlanparker]

when it all comes down

TO A SUNRISE ON THE EAST SIDE
WILL YOU BE THERE TO CARRY ME HOME?

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"I swear to god it was in here." Lachlan's voice was rising with panic as he pulled out the contents of his school satchel and flung it around the Hufflepuff common room. He'd borrowed Trent's Muggle Studies notes again for the upcoming test on Thursday, and somewhere between this morning's run for food at the Great Hall and Transfiguration, he'd lost them.

He looked up at Trent, who was standing close by, with a worried expression. It wasn't the first time he'd lost Trent's notes, but seeing as OWLs were this year and Lachlan - even though he was muggle-born - wasn't doing too well in Muggle Studies, Lachlan had made a pinky-promise that he'd try not to lose his friend's hard work. "There was the Great Hall this morning," Lachlan said, trying to retrace his steps in his head, "and then the Library, and then Transfigura --" Without even finishing his sentence, Lachlan dropped his bag as a lightbulb appeared over his head.

"They're in the Library." Without another word, Lachlan leapt off the sofa he was sitting on and ran towards the entrance of the Hufflepuff common room.

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The smell and feel of the Library was still the same as earlier on that morning. Side by side, Lachlan and Trent made their way towards the back of the Library, where Lachie had been sitting and trying to study earlier on that day. "I'm pretty sure it's back here." But, lo and behold, someone else was sitting where Lachlan had sat.

From the looks of it, she was a Gryffindor - and probably a year or two younger than both Lachlan and Trent. "Hey," Lachlan said to the girl as he approached slowly, "Sorry to interrupt your, err --" he paused to look at the textbooks she had scattered around her. "Transfiguration homework, but uh, you haven't seen any Muggle Studies notes lying around here, have you?"

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Leander paid little attention to the footsteps she could hear from beyond her little corner of the library, more intent to worry herself silly about what she was going to do about her complete lack of transfiguration notes. She shifted and rested her cheek on her closed fist, elbow resting against the edge of the table.

What would happen if she failed transfiguration? Would she be made to take extra classes? She’d probably lose most of her free time and then she’d never get to help out outside at CMC.

She could hear the voice that accompanied the footsteps and listened closer. Two people? She couldn’t quite make out what was being said. She sighed and pushed it from her mind. It wouldn’t do her any good to wonder what homework the other students here were struggling with when she had problems of her own. They were probably Ancient Ruins students heading to the shelves somewhere forward and to her right. That was about as close as anyone ever came to her small sanctuary.

Leander heard the greeting and she jumped, not expecting the voice to be so close to her, or even speaking directly to her. Her elbow slipped off te edge of the table and she managed to right herself before her chin made contact with it. She could feel the color heat her cheeks. What an idiot she looked. ”Hi.” Leander was hesitant in her reply, her gaze jumping between the two boys who stood between her and the rest of the room. Her eyes dropped to the matching badges on their uniforms and she let out a little sigh of relief. Hufflepuffs. She could cope with Hufflepuffs.

She looked at their faces again. They definitely weren’t in her year. She’d had classes with the Hufflepuffs in her own year and she’d never seen either of these two there before. They had to be older than her. Or were they? One of them was obviously older but she wasn’t sure about the other.

The one who had spoken to her first apologized for interrupting her and she could see his gaze sweep over the mess of notebooks strewn across the table. She wasn’t usually such a mess!

Muggle studies notes? She mentally decided that the two boys must at least be half-bloods if not pure-bloods if they were taking Muggle Studies.

She hadn’t been paying that much attention when she’d came into the library. Her mind had been spinning with worries about the upcoming test. She couldn’t recall seeing anything left behind. ”Oh, I…” She grabbed her own books and looked under them for anything that might resemble notes. ”I don’t think so. Were they sheets or a note book?”

She glanced under the table and to the chair next to her. Nothing jumped out at her saying ‘Muggle Studies notes’.

[lachlanparker]

when it all comes down

TO A SUNRISE ON THE EAST SIDE
WILL YOU BE THERE TO CARRY ME HOME?

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Lachlan couldn't help but chuckle as the girl in front of them slipped off the table. His voice had obviously startled her; well, it was nice to know that at least someone was doing work on a sunny day like this. "You ok?" Lachlan asked as she picked herself up and sheepishly said hi.

His eyes followed her as she picked up the piles of notes and textbooks that lay strewn around the table. "Busy morning, huh?" Lachlans said conversationally, looking over the second year Transfiguration notes on the table in front of him. He looked over at Trent, being the Transfiguration genius he was, who was already looking over the notes placed on the far end of the table. No doubt he'd have something smart to say by the time they'd found what they'd came for.

"Uhh," Lachlan said smartly, trying to remember what form the Muggle Studies notes had been in. "They were in a notebook, I think." Lachlan took a seat up at the table next to the Gryffindor girl and started sifting through the papers, before deciding to look under the table.

"Hah!" he cried out in triumph, pulling Trent's notebook out from underneath the table. "Found it!" Thank god. He flung the book in Trent's direction. "There you go. Be more careful with them next time!" Lachlan joked, hoping that Trent wasn't too annoyed at him for losing them in the first place. He scratched the back of his head before looking over at the girl again.

"Oh, gosh, I'm sorry," he said, realising the mess he'd made by looking through all of her notes and papers. "Here," he said, stacking a pile of them in front of Trent. "Let Trent here help you organise them. He's a Transfiguration genius, you know," Lachlan said, like it was no surprise. Of course, being the lazy sod he'd grown up to be, Lachlan hardly offered for himself to help with the re-organisation.

"I'm Lachlan, by the way," he said, grinning. "This here is Trent."

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[lukejordan]

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Trent sighed, treated to the all too familiar sight of Lachlan tearing apart his belongings in the commonroom to find something he’d lost or ‘misplaced’. And as per usual, it was a set of notes that he’d lent his lanky friend for class, in this case for Muggle Studies. Even though Lachie had sworn not to lose them, Trent had expected something like this to happen. It was why he always got most of his studying and revision done before he handed notes over to Lachlan, so that he’d still be mostly prepared if they ended up misplaced.

Looking on, Trent waited patiently as Lachlan ran through the list of places he’d taken the notes and then upon reaching the library suddenly dropped his bag and pelted out of the commonroom. Levitating Lachlan’s bag and Summoning its scattered components back into it, Trent headed off in pursuit of his friend, bag floating along behind him, taking a short-cut and managing to intercept him halfway to the Library. Tapping his friend on the shoulder, Trent gestured behind him and pointed out the bag. ”Forget something?”

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Inside the Library, Trent followed Lachlan, who headed unerringly in search of a small study station at the back of the room, where a lower-Year Gryffindor girl was seated surrounded by a mountain of notes. Leaning over, Trent examined the homework, which looked to be for Transfiguration revision. As Lachlan and the Gryffindor made conversation, Trent focused on the notes and winced at what his glance-over revealed. The poor girl was clearly dreadful at Transfiguration, judging from the state of her notes, and it looked like there was a test coming up soon based on how hard she was studying and how stressed she appeared.

As Lachlan let out a cry of triumph and hurled his notebook at him, Trent plucked it out of the air without looking away from the Transfiguration papers which Lachlan had disordered horribly in the effort to find his notes. He straightened up and sighed, preparing to apologize for Lachlan’s thoughtlessness, before sputtering slightly as Lachlan nominated him as a Transfiguration tutor.

As Lachlan introduced the two of them Trent smiled at the Gryffindor girl. ”I’m so sorry about my friend.” He said, pulling a sad face, ”We’ve tried to teach him manners but they just don’t seem to stick.”

Taking another quick glance over the notes, he asked: ”Where are you currently at? Still stuck on general Transformation or have you moved on to Switching spells yet?”

Pulling up a chair, he settled down in front of the pile of out-of-order notes and papers Lachlan had plonked down on the table and started trying to work them into some kind of an order.

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Leander nodded her head when asked if she was alright though she was half tempted to bury her face. ”You could call it that…” she said as she shuffled her stuff around in search of the missing notes. It was her own fault that she was in such a rush seeing as she’d chosen to avoid any revision over the weekend and had let it wait until now.

When he said that they were looking for a misplaced notebook Leander tried to slow herself down and take a closer look rather than chucking her things around. There were a ton of note books on the table and they were all different colors. She glanced at the older boy who had sat himself down beside her. They could be anywhere in this...” she trailed off as she took a good look at the state of the small table. Sheets were all over the place. ”Oh, no! They were ruined. 1st year notes mixed with 3rd year ones, and pages from her 2nd year notes were blanketing the whole place. Now what?

As she stared in dismay at the jumble of mess she could see him lean down to peer under the table. His exclamation suggested his search under the table had been more successful than her precursory glance had been. He threw it over to the other boy with a laugh and told him to be more careful with them. Leander had the feeling that they were his notes to begin with and this talkative boy beside her had been the one borrowing them.

”Oh, no. No. The mess it my fault.” She said, watching as he pushed the stack of messed up papers towards his friend. His… transfiguration genius friend? Was he really? Leander looked up at the other boy who was still looking at the mess in front of him. Would he really help her?

Finally, she could put names to faces. Lachlan and Trent… She’d heard the names before but she couldn’t think where at. Probably just in the corridors as she passed, but since she kept her head down most of the time she never really took notice of names.

Before she had time to respond the other one, Trent, smiled at her and make a joking apology for his friend. She couldn’t help but laugh a little at the face he pulled. She was still grinning when she finally added, “I’m Leander.”

She watched as Trent began to flick through her notes and rearrange them. Color fled to her cheeks again. They were awful! Truth be told, they made it look like she was a complete slacker who didn’t put in any effort at all. He asked her where she was up to in transfiguration and her eye brows pulled together slightly. Switching spells? She’d never heard of them so she was sure she hadn’t done them, but they sure didn’t sound too nice either. Once again, she began to wish she’d chosen something other than Transfiguration. ”General… I have a test on Wednesday covering everything between first year and now.”

[lachlanparker]

when it all comes down

TO A SUNRISE ON THE EAST SIDE
WILL YOU BE THERE TO CARRY ME HOME?

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Lachlan leaned over from his chair and smacked Trent in the back of the head. "Manners, my arse." He crossed his arms in a huff and leant back, putting his feet up on the edge of the table that the three of them were now sitting at. "My manners are perfectly gentlemanley-like," Lachlan said in his most snobbish voice.

Leander. Lachlan liked the way it sounded - it was unusual, but it was very easy on the ears. "Nice to meet you," Lachlan grinned. There, Trent, Lachlan thought as the Transfiguration conversation started up. There's manners for you! Lachlan was hardly going to get a word in edge wise around this Transfiguration talk, and it wasn't like he had anything useful to say. He was nearly as bad as Transfiguration as he was at Muggle Studies. Actually, come to think of it, Lachlan was only really good at Herbology - but there wasn't much use in that subject.

Lachlan leaned over and started to look at the notes that were now beautifully organised by Trent. "You should be an interior decorator with those skills, Leander." Lachlan said, motioning towards the colour coded piles. It was only then he wondered if she knew what that was. Lachlan, being muggle-born, had grown up with all sorts of Muggle talk that nobody at this school seemed to know. "I'm muggle-born, see," Lachlan said in a hushed voice. It was hard to know who was eavesdropping around these parts, and Lachlan wasn't well liked amongst the Slytherin Community. "So if I say things that don't make sense..." He shrugged.

"Sorry, I'm interrupting." He sat back down in his chair and remained silent. Well, if there was one thing Trent had tried to teach him, it was to keep his giant trap shut. Usually it didn't work, but there was so much work to be done!

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Leander watched the easy banter between the two Hufflepuff boys and it was obvious to see that they were clearly very good friends. Watching as Lachlan leaned over the table and smacked his friend over the head, Leander was reminded of her own solitude around Hogwarts, and a picture of Danny flashed to mind.

She tried to suppress her laugh at his snobbish impression but she couldn’t completely hide her smile.

Before she had a chance to reply, Trent asked her where she was upto with transfiguration and she answered him. She could see Lachlan sink back and go quiet. She didn’t expect it to last long. She might only have met him but he seemed very talkative and chatty, and she doubted he was one to sit still and do nothing for long periods of time. She wasn’t surprised then, when he leaned over and started looking at her notebooks. What did surprise her was his comment about being an interior decorator. She looked at him, surprised.

Lachlan went on to explain that he was Muggle born and Leander couldn’t help the surprise that must have shown on her face. She’d been sure he must have at least been half blood. Why was a muggle born taking Muggle Studies?

Before she had time to respond he apologized for interrupting and sat back down and she didn’t know where to turn her attention to. On one hand, she wanted to talk to this chatty Hufflepuff who she had something in common with – someone she was sure she could talk about ‘muggle’ things with. On the other hand, she had the perfect opportunity to get help with her transfiguration which she was desperately in need of.

She smiled at Lachlan. ”Don’t worry –I’m Muggle born, too.” She looked back to Trent, not wanting him to think that she didn’t appreciate his help.

[lachlanparker]

when it all comes down

TO A SUNRISE ON THE EAST SIDE
WILL YOU BE THERE TO CARRY ME HOME?

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"You are?" Lachlan's eyes lit up like a house on fire. Hooray! "So you'll know what I mean when I say I'm excited to see this new 'Star Wars' movie everyone's talking about!" He was nearly falling off his chair in excitement. It was supposed to have some of the most revolutionary images in the world - something called 'special effects'? Lachlan wasn't too sure of it. But, however, not many of his friends were muggleborns, or enjoyed muggleborn things like movies and music. Trent was probably the exception to that, but Trent always seemed to be the exception to most of Lachlan's rules.

Of course, things were difficult for those who were born into a non-wizarding family. There were countless times where Lachlan had been targeted in the hallways by blood-snob Slytherins, but nothing to cause too much alarm as of yet.

"Trent," Lachlan said, turning to his best friend who was still pouring over the books quietly in the corner. "I am officially announcing that you are boring." He stuck his tongue out at his friend. "Look at the weather outside, man," he said, gesturing to the large old-style window opposite. "It's gorgeous. Can we go study out there?" He pouted, hoping that his puppy-dog eyes would work. But, unfortunately for Lachlan, Trent had basically become immune over their five year friendship.

"If m'lady doesn't mind, that is," he said, looking back at Leander. He was really beginning to take a liking to her; she was quiet and seemed a bit outspoken, but from what Lachlan could see, she was dedicated to her work and Lachlan admired that. "So, when's this test again?"

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If they’d been somewhere closer to the main body of the library she was sure they would all have been kicked off based on Lachie’s shout. Hopefully being in the corner meant the old librarian would leave them alone.

Once again she looked away from Trent and back to Lachie. She couldn’t help but laugh at the excited look in his eyes. ”I’ve heard about it. It’s supposed to be really different from any movies before it. I haven’t really thought about seeing it though. I mean, there’s not exactly a cinema room around here.” Now that he’d mentioned movies and muggle things all she wanted to do was talk about them. In all her years here so far she’d never been able to sit down and talk about ‘muggle stuff’ with anyone.

Lachlan turned to Trent and declared him boring. Leander watched the easy banter between them and smiled. He mentioned the weather outside and she was sure he was about to declare study time over, instead he suggested moving it outside. Thankfully she was invited along too. She smiled. ”I love being outside.” Though, she didn’t know how much work she’d actually get done. She usually ended up distracted when she tried to study outside. Besides, she doubted there’d be an honest moment of silence. She like these two boys and enjoyed their company – chatty or not, it was better than her usual sitting alone.

”Wednesday afternoon. Double period.”



(OOC: Terrible >.< But, better than nothing.)

[lukejordan]

As Leander introduced herself and gave him the details of her test, Trent found it impossible not to notice the rising tinge of panic in her voice. He stifled an internal smile, having spent enough hours tutoring frantic Housemates (most often Lachlan) in the finer details of whatever subject they’d failed to pay attention to recognize the sound of impending academic breakdown.

As Lachlan began his usual tom-foolery, Trent grinned as he tried to focus on the notes and finding a way to catch this new possible friend up on four years worth of Transfiguration in time for the test.

As he was starting to discover a possible logic hidden within the order in which Leander had been taught, Trent caught her glancing towards him and waved a hand at her dismissively. ”Feel free to ignore me ‘til I’m done,” He said, correctly guessing her concern at appearing unappreciative, ”I don’t mind – Lachie does so all the time in the commonroom.” Trent smiled to make the joke obvious and turned back to organizing, pulling the stack apart and rearranging it in logical and not chronological order.

Trent was just about finished when Lachlan interrupted with a demand to venture outside. Looking up from the pile of papers, he was unsurprised to see his friend trying the puppy-dog eyes, despite their proven ineffectiveness. Hearing Leander express interest in going outside, Trent quickly slotted the last few papers into place and pushed the pile over towards her.

”Here you go. They’re no longer in chronological order; instead I put them in an order so they should lead into each other and make somewhat more sense.” Getting up from the table and gesturing towards the door, Trent continued, ”Shall we venture outside then? You can look over these later and let me know if you need anymore help.”

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Lachlan scowled at Trent's remark about his usual unclean environment. He wasn't the cleanest of people, but in all fairness, Amos Diggory was worse. "Coming from you, Mr. 'I Organise My Underwear According to Colour'."

Almost in the blink of an eye, Trent had finished re-organising all of Leander's notes and papers, so they were no longer in chronological order. Frowning, but somewhat impressed, Lachlan took no time in packing up the things that Trent had brought down from the Hufflepuff Common Room for him. He slung his bag over his shoulder and was all ready to go out the door. "Come on, slowpokes!" he complained as Trent helped Leander with packing up the rest of her notes.

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The sun outside was warm and inviting as it spread over Lachlan's pale English skin. They walked across the grounds, which was packed with other students out enjoying the beautiful weather. It wouldn't last for long - October was coming and the weather was soon sure to change. They found a patch of grass that hadn't been taken and Lachlan plonked his heavy bag down, lying on top of it.

"Who wants to study on a day like this." He said, resting his head on his propped up bag and putting his hands behind his head. He looked over at Trent and Leander, watching as they settled down on the grass around them. "Hey," he said, addressing the both of them. "apparently we have a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher." Lachlan pointed towards the front steps of the school as a tall, brown haired man shook hands with Dumbledore and was ushered inside.

How could he tell that that man was the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher? He looked naive and foolish enough for it, that was all. The job was cursed, according to rumour.

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Trent pushed her notes back towards her and told her they should be in an order that made a little more sense and that she could tell him if she had any problems with them. She had a feeling that the chances of that happening were high. They might be in a different order but that didn’t change the fact that she’d done little more than scrawl titles and page numbers on the page – and she still didn’t have her Transfiguration books from her previous years. She’d looked them over but she was sure she’d need a little more help before she was anywhere near ready for the test.

She smiled at Trent as he pushed her notes back towards her.”Thanks.”

Before she had the chance to say more he was already on his feet and ready to go. She quickly slotted her pages into her multi-colored note books and gathered them into her arms. Now, she was beginning to wish she’d taken a bag with her. She didn’t fancy losing her newly organized notes to an untimely gust of wind.

Quickly grabbing her almost forgotten diary she headed towards the door, following Lachie’s complaining that they weren’t going quick enough. She couldn’t help but smile slightly to herself. Who’d have thought that she of all people would be making friends with these older hufflepuff boys? Someone pinch her.

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Leander breathed in deeply and let the refreshing outdoor air fill her lungs. She liked the library, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of freedom she felt as she stepped out side of the doors. She loved being outside, especially in these first few weeks of term. Of course, this had been where she'd spent most of her weekend, hence being unprepared for her test.

She watched as the others settled down on the grass and sunk down beside them, keeping a little bit of distance. It felt so bizzare to be out here with these two Hufflepuff boys. In fact, it felt bizzare to be out here with anyone at all. She was usually alone unless she was over a CMC, but even then...

She nodded in response to Lachies question. She set her notebooks down and stared at them. She should be revising and she knew it, but he had a point. Who would want to be studying on days like this. She closed her eyes and lifted her face to the sun, letting it warm her skin and calm her racing mind.

Her curiosity piqued at the mention of a new DADA professor. Another one? Every year so far there'd been a new one... why couldn't they find one who would stick out the job? She'd been so sure that the last one would stay... Then again, she was kind of glad he'd gone. He hadn't been the best of professors she'd ever had. No patience and no consideration for those who struggled in his subject... "I hope he's better than the last one..."

She let her eyes drift shut again as a cool breeze rushed over her. It was only when something hit against her arm that her eyes shot open. Her notbooks! "Oh no!!!"

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Trent squinted in the suddenly too-bright light as they stepped outside into the unseasonable warmth and balminess of this particular October's day. He personally couldn't wait until the proper October weather arrived and his favourite half of the year began. Sinking down on the grass next to Lachlan and Leander, Trent pulled out his wand and began putting together a personalized Shade charm to dim the intensity of the heat and sunlight.

”Who wants to study on a day like this, Lach?” Trent snarked with a mock-glare at Lachie, ”Normally that would be me, as you well know.”

His friend then started saying something about a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, and Trent offered up thanks to the Guardian Bodhisattva for his deliverance.

”A new Professor? What a relief!” Trent sighed and gave a wry grin, turning to address Leander ”The last Defence Professor, you see, as Lachlan already knows was fixated on the idea that I had the potential to be a great prodigy, and seemed somewhat impervious to the idea that I didn’t like or care about his subject. So I welcome this new fellow, whoever he is – an Auror, if I had to make a guess.”

Lying back under his patch of magical shade, Trent smiled and contemplated the clouds, pleased with how life was doing. He’d began to doze off into a little bit of a trance when he was snapped out of it by Leander’s exclamation.

”What’s wrong?”

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"The last one was a bit of a nut, eh Trent," Lachlan said in response, grinning at Leander as he said it. There were plenty of times where Lachlan had to come up with excuses to get Trent out of the Professor's clutch, especially when his lectures on Trent's greatness cut well into lunch time. "Ah, those were the days."

"An Auror?" Lachlan swivelled around to look back at the new Professor. He frowned as he took the view; the man looked rather tall and sleek. "Yeah, you're probably right." Not that they would need an Auror around here. Hogwarts was one of the safest places in the world and there was no way an Auror would be needed to keep the dark forces out. Hopefully he was just here to teach. "Well, here's hoping that this one doesn't bug you." He grinned at Trent.

Lachlan propped himself up on his elbow and stretched his legs out in front of him, basking in the warmth of the sunlight. "So, Leander," he said, his eyebrows knitting close together in thought, looking over at the girl. "You're a Gryffindor, right? Which year are you in?" Obviously she wasn't a fifth year, else Lachlan would have probably chased after her by now - or, watched as Chase tried to, at least.

It was always nice to make new friends. And Leander seemed nice enough - maybe Emily knew her, or something. "Hey, you don't know Emily Prescott, do you?" he inquired after having the thought. "She's a Gryffindor, too, although I think she's the year above you."

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[ ooc: my lachlan muse is shitake mushrooms. sorry. ]