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The classroom off the Gunhilda of Groomer corridor on the third floor of the Castle had been the trioâs meeting spot since...was it second or first year? Third? It seemed their entire existence through Hogwarts had been flanked by Eden and Orly. He didnât know why if their current conversation flirtation or whatever was an indication of the future. A future where the two of them sucked face and he got left on the sidelines. Not that it mattered. They werenât getting rid of him. Thatâd take too much effort. Heâd make sure of that.
Rolling his eyes at their chatter, Kennedy focused back on the matter at hand. Literally. Heâd spent the past few weeks of the school year reading. Like actually reading. For fun? For a fun, unfortunately educational, sick trick. Incendio was a childâs spell. He just wanted to be able to cast it wandlessly. Just a snap of his fingers, boom. Fire. He could light his cigarette and never have to worry about getting his wand out again.Â
Kennedy had been getting it but the flame was weak and sad or too big to hold onto for more than a few minutes. He snapped a few times before holding one of his first consistent flames. âŃŃка йНŃŃŃ.â Ken muttered under his breath, damn impressed with himself. He was holding onto it and it wasnât burning him. Just dancing at the tip of his fingers with ease. Kennedy snapped again, intent on clearing the flame from existence, except that didnât happened. It danced more and grew brighter and larger. âUh..â was the only warning before it moved from his hand to the floor, jumping and skipping until it found something to latch onto. Orlandoâs robes.













