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Pyry was having one of those days. He was stuck in this emotionless zone. Getting up took motivation and he had none. It was days like this that made it hard for the young ravenclaw to do anything. It wasn’t new and despite having medication to help. He just was in this slump and hadn’t left his dorm. He had no will to move from his spot on the bed. The worst part was Pyry had felt it coming in, and he couldn’t avoid it. He tired but it just didn’t happen. 

The first year looked over at the sound of the knocking. It was the furthest he had moved today. That was saying something. It was lunch already? Damn. Today was just going by. Pyry moved to sit up at least. He was still in his pjs. “I dunno if chocolate can make this better. But I like chocolate so it is worth a shot. You can sit down if you want. Thanks for bringing food for lunch, it is nice.” He didn’t offer a smile but he smoothed out a spot on the bed for her. Oh, now he knew her. He knew the professor, obviously, as he was head of house. “I’m Pyry Chiela-Boo. I have two dads too, but none of mine work here. One of my dads is a dancer and my other one is an an author.” 

Despite the fact that he didn’t smile at her, Astrid still continued to smile. He was adorable. Now that she was looking closer at him, she found herself blushing a bit because in a childish way she liked him. He had really pretty eyes and was really nice looking. She understood why some of his classmates and hers talked about him. Yet, none of them were in here bringing him food and worrying about him. Only she was. That’s why people took advantage of her more often than not, she had a kind heart and only ever wanted to help, even people she barely knew. She just hoped she could become his friend from this. She liked making friends.  “Well, I’m of the belief that chocolate makes anything better. I dunno what’s wrong with you, but I think it’ll be okay! My Daddy always says everything is okay in the end, if it’s not okay it’s not the end. Anyway, I’m gonna keep you company because you shouldn’t be alone and everyone needs to eat sometimes.” Astrid stated, shrugging and moving to sit down on the bed where he had smoothed a spot for her. She placed the tray on her lap and motioned to the food. She didn’t know what he liked, but she had brought a little of everything for him. 

“Pyry. I like that name, it’s different. I mean, so is mine. You see a lot of people named Patrick or Anna...but notPyry or Astrid. My name is Norse and it means divine strength. My Dad, the one here Prof. Alden, loves mythology and well...he named my sister and I based on that. My other dad is a model and has worked as a personal assistant! It’s awesome that you have two dads too!” Astrid’s smile grew as she looked at him, her blush decreasing as she became more comfortable. Her voice was soft and gentle, her tone sweet. 

Astrid was 12, but she was observant and always had been. Her dads had told her it was a strength and that she should never stop viewing the world as she did. So, she didn’t. She watched everything around her, even if people didn’t realize she was or say much. Actually, that’s why she was currently entering the Ravencaw 1st year boy’s dormitory with a large tray of food while everyone else was at lunch. She’d noticed that one of the new 1st year boys hadn’t left his dorm that day and she wanted to make sure he was okay and that he ate. He had already missed breakfast, but he wasn’t going to miss lunch if she could help it. She had also managed to find out what work he was missing from one of his classmates and was already compiling the list and would offer to do it for him, or help him. 

Astrid knocked gently before she entered, balancing the large tray in her arms. She was a bit tiny for a 2nd year, but she managed just the same. She had gotten this far without dropping the tray and she’d be damned if she dropped it now. “Hey...I know you don’t know me, but I sort of noticed you didn’t come out...and uh...well, I thought maybe you’d be hungry...but I didn’t know what you liked so I brought everything and...uh...can we have lunch together? Oh! I brought hot chocolate too because chocolate makes everything better...at least that’s what my dad says.” Astrid rambled a bit awkwardly as she made her way over to his bed, a blush creeping up to her face along with a rather sheepish grin. She nervously shifted from heel to toe as she looked at him, hoping he didn’t reject her. She didn’t like when people did that. She just wanted to make friends. “Oh...I should probably tell you my name. It’s Astrid. Astrid Alden. Prof. Alden is my dad, well one of them.” Her blush only increased as she was sure she was doing this completely wrong. 

Hunter was in a foul mood already and it was still early in the day. He’d gotten himself kicked out of Defense Against the Dark Arts for the sheer strength he’d used on one of the spells, which he didn’t think was his fault. Nothing was his fault. He had a hard time taking responsibility when things went wrong, even if he often felt he deserved anything bad. It didn’t help that he was struggling with PTSD today after a nightmare. Reality was a struggle and he was having a hard time holding it together. If he were home, he would be speaking to his dads or working with the animals, as that always grounded him. However, he wasn’t home and so for now he was settling for a walk outside. If he weren’t already in trouble, he would have snuck into the forest to try to see some creatures, but since he was already in trouble he isn’t going to risk it. 

As Hunter exited the building, he heard the sound of spells being used and voices nearby. He knew those voices. They were housemates of his and by the sound of it they were up to no good. It wasn’t surprising, as many of his housemates seemed to be jerks. Even so, he wasn’t in the mood for their shit and because of it, he immediately followed the sound. He didn’t ask questions, he simply raised his wand and countered everything they were using on a student who right now he couldn’t see. When they turned to him, he smirked. “I am so not in the mood for your shit, you wanna duel, fucking duel me and leave whatever damn squib you decided to pick on today alone.” With that, a duel did commence, one which he won (though not without some painful hits and bleeding wounds) and the other boys fled before any staff members arrived. Now, he turned his attention to the other student and rolled his eyes when he saw who it was. “It figures it would be you.....are you okay?” His question greatly contradicted the act he always tried to put up. The fact is Adora intrigued him and he actually thought she was quite beautiful. Getting him to admit either of those things, however, would take work.

Will was having a bad day. He suffered from chronic pain ever since his cancer treatments ended, despite being NED for three and a half years now. Even so, he still wore only long sleeves to hide the chunks of missing skin and scars on his arm. He still suffered from learning deficiencies. Above all, he suffered chronic and at times debilitating pain for which no medicine was prescribed due to his youth. He also constantly had to have his organ function monitored. Needless to say he had always been a realist. Add to that the fact that right when he got sick his parents had been killed and his life uprooted and you had the perfect makings of a very sad, very realistic and pessimistic boy. The only person who was often able to bring out a softer, happier side of him (a side not many had seen since he was 8 and cancer-free) was his little sister Rae and SOMETIMES his adoptive dads. Otherwise, Will often had a serious expression on his face and talked very little.

This was no exception. While everyone else laughed and joked around, enjoying the first year festivities,  Will kept to himself at the end of the table, his sketchpad out and a pencil in hand. If electronics worked at Hogwarts, he would have had his earbuds in, ignoring the world. Unfortunately, they did not and so Will was simply trying to ignore the laughter and noise around him and focus on what he was drawing, a rather dark scene as usual. He liked to try to sketch his pain in a tangible, manifestation when he was in pain. It was a way of dealing with it. 

Freya sighed in relief when Astrid poked her head out of the common room. She knew she wasn’t really supposed to ask students to let her in, but she had been considering it just so she could see her sister. Freya worried when she didn’t hear from Astrid for a while. That usually meant someone had “convinced” her to “help” out in some way, and Freya was the only one able to see that they were actually just taking advantage of her. 

“My hero. Thanks for saving me. Yeah, the riddle was hard this time. I can usually figure them out but I think the door doesn’t like me today,” Freya said, smiling warmly at her sister. It was one of those smiles that was really reserved for her family and nothing else. No one else got to see that side of her.

Astrid offered her sister a grin as she called her a hero and thanked her. A blush also crept to her face as she shook her head. “I’m no hero. You’re my sister, I wasn’t going to let you stand out here all night. I didn’t know you were there though, not until one of my house mates said they thought you were out there, as they knew someone was trying to get in.” Astrid shrugged as if it were no big deal. To her, it wasn’t. Freya was her sister, one of the most important people in her life. 

“So, what are you doing here anyway? Sorry I haven’t seen you much today. It’s been a busy day.” Between her own work and her “friends” work she had barely left the common room. In fact, she wasn’t even sure what time it was and could only recall leaving for breakfast that morning, as it was a weekend. “What time is it anyway?” Astrid moved to let Freya inside, though she didn’t think her sister would be happy when she saw all the work Astrid had laid out. She never seemed very happy with Astrid’s “friends” and all Astrid did for them. So far, this was the most Astrid had been roped into doing since she started at Hogwarts. 

Zola was a first year, but she was already proving herself to be tough. Tu was still at Hogwarts, but he was in Ravenclaw while she was sorted into Slytherin before the hat even hit her head. Her ambition was her strongest trait, as she was always striving to prove she was above where she had come from and her initial origins. She wasn’t weak. At eleven she had already proven to her own housemates that she wasn’t beyond sticking up for herself and others. She didn’t like seeing anyone being picked on and she intended to ensure that everyone was treated fairly. That was a big deal for her, especially being raised by squib parents and having one parent who was a werewolf. She was from Africa. Her brother was Asian. In her life, she had seen what discrimination was and she didn’t like it. She didn’t tolerate it and never would. 

That’s why when she rounded the corner and saw some of her older house mates picking on another student, one who didn’t look much older than herself, Zola immediately stepped in. She didn’t know a lot of hexes yet, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t fake them out. She immediately began speaking in Zulu, her tone angry as she glared at them, her eyes on fire. She pulled out a wood carving she began earlier that hadn’t taken shape yet and began to angrily widdle it, acting as if she were carving the ring-leader of the group, her eyes speaking volumes and her tone trying to demonstrate a curse (which of course wasn’t what she was actually doing). The bullies immediately froze, staring at her with curiosity which quickly turned to fear and they ran, mumbling to one another. 

Zola’s attention was immediately on the other girl, as her face softened and she switched back to English. “Are you alright? Those girls are bitches, I’m sorry about them. They won’t mess with you again now though.” She switched to a whisper. “They actually think I can do voodoo....I’m not even from where voodoo is practiced, and zulu is hardly the right language for voodoo. They don’t need to know that though.” Zola winked at the other girl and offered another grin. 

Veles shook his head. “No it ls like I can’t be left alone for like five minutes. It is super hard to do any studying or anything.” He sighed a little. “I have a lot of girls too in Slytherin, it’s really weird. They are all kinda snooty at times. I don’t get what they want from me though.” There was Veles basically saying that he was clueless when it came to knowing when people were flirting with him. He had no clue at all. 

He nodded. “That is true. But they wanted me to fast as they are checking the blood flow to my leg after they do the normal scan.” He hated fasting as he typically had to do it while going through chemo or he’d puke it all up.It sucked. All of it sucked. But he was alive and that was what mattered. Sure his leg was feeling colder than normal but he figured it was the leg he wore. “I think I’d rather have dye than chemo. That stuff sucked. But I got Poncho who’s been letting me know all day my blood sugar is low but can’t do anything about it right now.”

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Gael chuckled. “Veles, they LIKE you. That’s what they want. Girls don’t just hang around, especially if they’re snooty. I mean, I don’t like girls but I know that’s why they’re hanging around me. I mean...I asked Chepi and that’s what she says at least and I trust Chepi. She knows a lot.” Most siblings fought. Gael and Chepi never really did. Maybe it was the fact that Gael spent a lot of time away from her in the hospital or that he had almost died a few times, but either way they didn’t fight. Gael actually had a high opinion of his sister and took her word as law. If she said girls hanging around him meant they liked him, he believed her. 

“Well then I can agree fasting is awful. I mean, I have a pretty limited diet as it is....but it’s worst when I fast because then I’m so hungry I want everything I can’t have when I’m allowed to eat again.” Sometimes, he snuck things he wasn’t supposed to have too. Like french fries. He loved french fries but they were not good for his heart and he wasn’t supposed to have them. He snuck them sometimes though because what kid wouldn’t? Pizza too. He loved pizza, but again it wasn’t good for his ticker. “I can imagine. I mean, I’ve never had chemo but some of the meds I’ve had to be on for after surgery have sucked a lot and I know when I get my transplant...if I ever do...I have to take some harsh anti-rejection drugs. Only thing I can compare it too. At least you got Poncho out of it all. I just got lots of scars.”

Freya loved her family more than anything. More than makeup, more than jewelry, even more than being popular. She would give up everything to keep her sister safe. That might be why she ended up in Slytherin. Freya wasn’t really sure, but she definitely didn’t mind being there. It gave her an edge that the other houses wouldn’t.

She just wished that she was in the same house as her sister. She couldn’t protect Astrid from a different house. So Freya often found herself in the Ravenclaw common room, making sure that Astrid was okay. Today, however, the riddle to get in honestly had her stumped. Freya crossed her arms and stamped her foot in frustration. “Just open damnit!”

Astrid was overwhelmed. She had been asked by her “friends” to help with their homework, on top of her own. Right now, she was spread out amid the bookshelves of the Ravenclaw common room, near a window with multiple pieces of parchment spread out before her. Her own, plus about three so-called “friends” who she had agreed to “help.” Their definition of help was actually Astrid writing their homework and essays for them. She didn’t see it that way, because she was gullible and naive. She just didn’t want to disappoint them. The bonus was that it was Astronomy, the subject her Papa taught and her best subject. She loved the stars and the stories they told. 

One of Astrid’s dormmates came by to tell her that someone was trying to get in the common room and their best guess was that it was her sister. Astrid nodded. Freya was always visiting her, especially since for  some reason the Slytherins did not seem to like her much, so going to Freya’s common room was not so fun. So Astrid got up and opened the common room up, peeking out and smiling as she saw Freya. “Freya! Couldn’t get in?” The Ravenclaw common room consisted of a riddle. Astrid knew that the riddle wasn’t always easy and wasn’t meant to be. It was supposed to ensure that only Ravenclaws could get in and even then, sometimes it took quite a few Ravenclaws to solve the riddle. 

Gael was one of his best friends. He loved being around him. However, Veles was so clueless on the fact that Gale liked him. This wasn’t much of a shock though, Veles couldn’t tell when anyone liked him romantically. Hell, he couldn’t even flirt. So if Gael was waiting he’d have to tell him. Yes he liked Gael but he couldn’t tell that Gael liked him. 

He chuckled at the remark. He saw the wink and was glad that Gael had seen that he was teasing him. “Seriously though, I have no idea how I got to be popular. It just sort of happened and it feels like I’m dreaming.” He sighed a little. Rolling up the now dangling pant leg he smiled at the other. “Well I’m useful. I hate these days though. I hate sitting still, and they make me sit still. I’m also starving.”

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Gael chuckled. “I wish I had your problems. I mean...I’m popular in Hufflepuff, I guess...popular with the girls but I’m clueless on how to deal with that and I don’t really want to anyway. I don’t really like them like they like me.” He was only 13 but he was sure that he was gay at this point. He knew it wouldn’t be a problem with his family. After all, he had two dads. However, he genuinely hated hurting others and he had no idea how to break it to the girls who liked him that he had eyes on another...the boy before him. 

Gael nodded. “At least you don’t have to have dye shot into you so that your heart and blood vessels all light up and can be seen. I feel like a science experiment sometimes.” He honestly hated all this. All he wanted was to get a heart that worked but thus far his wasn’t “damaged enough” to merit one even if he had so many restrictions that he didn’t get to be a kid or live his life the way he wanted to. It sucked, but such was his life and he always had a way of smiling through it all and looking on the bright side.

Scan day. This was not something he wanted to do but here it was. Scan days were boring when it came down to it. Sitting still was not something that Veles really liked doing. He wanted to be on the go and not here. He felt fine. Perfect really. What were the chances he was sick? To Veles he didn’t feel those statistics mattered. 

He entered the room in the best gown he had gotten. This one had pants. He smiled at the familiar face in the room. Gael, his scan buddy. “Well you know we go to the same school. I’m in your history class.” Flopping onto the bed he undid his leg and put it on the bed. Veles was obvious t the crush thing from Gael. “And like every other class. I’m just too popular, no need to bask in my glory, you can sit by me.” He had a giant smile on his face as he teased the other. 

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Gael beamed at his friend and crush. Veles presence alone was enough to change his mood. He knew that’d make his dads happy when they returned. That is, if they returned before he got taken for his scans. He knew his dad struggled with all of this more than his Papa. He also was old enough that he no longer needed his dads to hold his hand. He was content with this situation though, especially with Veles here. 

“You are in my history class...and like every other class. I DO sit next to you Mr. Popularity. No need to be modest, I know when I’m not wanted though.” Gael shook his head, winking to show Veles that he was joking around.  Honestly, there were times he got jealous. Jealous because Veles was so “popular” and nervous that he’d never “see him” and realize that Gael loved him, was in love with him. “It seems they like scheduling us together, probably because you keep me from being grumpy.”

Gael was bored. Scan days were the worst. He knew that anyone would hate getting shoved in a machine and asked to sit still. However, Gael hated it moreso because more often than not he had to fast because he had to have dye put into him for the scans. That was never fun and it usually left the typically chipper boy rather cranky. Actually, that’s how he was feeling now as his dads were speaking to the doctors. He sat alone in the inpatient room, playing a game on his phone as he waited for the nurse to come. 

However, Gael’s mood instantly lifted when a familiar face walked in the door to occupy the other inpatient bed. His face lit up and the cranky, sour mood he’d been in shifted. “Veles! Fancy seeing you here. Though, I think we need to stop meeting like this.” Gael’s smile was iridescent and his blue eyes were full of pure joy at seeing his friend and crush so close by.