It won't be risk free.

First some fantastic news, I graduate in 49 days. My last day of classes is even sooner (37 days)!

That also means, these last 9 assignments…have only 5 weeks to get done.

For those of you who know the other extra stuff going on for me, I have an appointment scheduled with a lawyer for Tuesday. Then there’s the interpersonal stuff that goes with that.

A bit bewildered, due only to his only his internal awkwardness, Dean took the witch’s hand. “Alejandra? Good to meet you,” he shook it firmly and remembered to introduce himself as well. “Dean...Thomas, student.”

He was digging himself deeper and deeper into this awkward hole he lodged himself in. Glancing down to divert his attention, only brought his eyes even with the woman’s. Heat crawled at the back of his neck and he quickly rambled hoping to bring attention away from his embarrassment.

“To be honest, that wedding of these college lads was the best one so far. All these women in their preppy clothes,” he sighed exaggeratedly and held his hands up in defense. “Hey, alright alright. I’m lettin’ ye handle the bloody thing. One could think that it wasn’t that hard but … whatever…” 

There was a dismissive shrug and while he waited for his friend to get ready, he drowned in his thoughts once more. Thoughts about the upcoming year at Hogwarts and what will happen and especially will his best friend be there? The Irish boy wasn’t dumb and knew that it was a dangerous time for the boy born by two Muggles but there was still hope that Dean knew that Seamus would protect him at any costs and that Seamus himself would have a hard time, too.

That shook Dean right out of his doldrums. Laughter shook his shoulders. With a ‘fuck it’ shrug, he threw on a jumper, good enough. Trying to explain to a shrieking bridesmaid that getting stuck halfway through a wall was perfectly normal before running off from a bride who was far, far more terrifying then his mother’s fiercest days would be forever seared in his memory. The mess on the tube... Dean shook his head, gasping for air through his snickering.

“So there is actual technique and thought behind it, too. Good! I already thought this was a game for savages,” she teased him, making that clear with a wink. Then the blonde did as he said, kicking the ball with the side of her foot and realized that it indeed worked out better with more control.

“Ah-- aye,” immediate defensiveness melted into a laugh when he caught the wink. “Can be, nice shot!” he nodded, hands on his hips eyeing how far she sent the ball this time. “Yeah, y’can steal the ball from folks as their runnin’ er intercept it when they try an’pass it to a team mate. Slide tackles, uh it’s when you knock someone’s legs from under’em. Not as bad as rugby though, footballers are faking the injuries half the time!” 

The potions master’s face was a strange mixture of exhaustion, disgust, and thinly veiled rage. Part of him was fantasizing about marching his way to the headmaster’s office and handing in his resignation.

With a flick of his wand, Snape banished the remnants of the ruined potion before stalking over to the grinning boy.

“Weeks?!” 

No, no, no. Detention for weeks when there Quidditch trials coming up and he had a pass to go home in three weeks time for his little sister’s birthday weekend. Besides, this wasn’t highly unusual, no one got hurt, easily cleaned up, just a bit of singing here and there. 

Mondays: Internship 7:00am - 4:00pm

Tuesdays: Class 1:00pm - 9:15pm

Wednesdays: Internship 7:00am - 4:00pm

Thursdays: Class 12:30pm - 6:30pm

Fridays: homework, readings, appointments

Weekends: RP!