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I looked down at him, and saw the admiration shining in his eyes behind this glasses, and my heart squeezed. When I looked back at Jeremiah, I found myself smiling. "Yes. This is Chuck." Jeremiah's face suddenly became warmer, he crouched slightly to Chuck's level. "Nice to meet you, Chuck." He said, stretching his hand for a shake. "That's a great shirt. You a Gryffindor or Ravenclaw kind of guy?" Chuck's entire face lit up like fireworks. "Ravenclaw! But I really like Luna Lovegood, and everyone says Hermione should've been in Ravenclaw too because-"

Toy cars littered the front path in a rough circle around an overturned milk crate. A rust-stained bedsheet hung diagonally across the walkway, tied between a tree and the fence like a makeshift barricade. Beneath it crouched a small boy with a plastic ice-cream container jammed over his head like a helmet. He pointed a wooden stick at my chest. “Are you a Slytherin?” he asked, speaking through a heavy lisp. “Sorry?” “You can only come in if you’re from Gryffindor.” Freckles dusted his nose like toasted crumbs.

Red and gold banners hung in the top two towers with an emblem that I guessed was the schools. “Holy shit, I’m at Hogwarts,” Not realizing I said that out loud. “Only better,” she whispered in my ear, making me jump. “Come let me show you why it’s better. I looked at the grounds and school in awe. All of the students had black and white uniforms with a gold seal on the shirt. The girls wore checkered skirts with white blouses, and gray stockings. While the boys were in black slacks, a white button up and a red and black striped tie.

“Here is what you will be needing.” I unzipped it to find a forest-green jersey hoodie. “Well, I guess my loyalty has been decided for me,” I said, holding up the green fabric. “Team Green!” Rina chirped. “I am sure the Queen added you to her team to help take down the King.” “Really? Is it really that serious?” I asked as we walked onto the field. My boots crunched on the fresh turf, which was meticulously painted—half red and half green.

His eyes scan the room and a few on the board look away, bowing their heads in respect. “Alpha, I wasn’t questioning your judgment,” Clancy interrupts, “I’m simply…” “Apple is my only Luna!” Sly roars. “I will not accept another. She is MINE!” Frantically, Sly unbuttons his shirt and pulls it to the side, revealing the gleaming gold mark in the shape of my teeth on his neck. A few in the crowd gasp openly as he turns his body slowly to make sure everyone gets a good look. “Alpha-level…” some of them whisper. “She’s more than wolf enough…”

“Nuh-uh. Not anymore.” Rowan froze. He blinked, confusion creasing all over his face before his gaze dropped—straight to Brad’s suit jacket. The jersey. The Skyblazers jersey. Bright, bold blue peeking out like a crown jewel. Whispers shot through the students and their phones even raised higher. “No way…” “Is that—?” “The Blazers?” Sophia, daft as ever, broke the silence with a shrill screech. “What?!” Rowan’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. He was staring at the jersey like it had stolen his future.

Mae raises a brow. “Nothing?” I shake my head. “I can’t think of anything at all.” She watches me closely now. Then she says softly, “Alright… then tell me something you’ve never told anyone before.” The moment she says that, something shifts inside me. My thoughts go still. And suddenly An image appears in my mind. A jersey. Black. With bright orange and red on it. A bold “B” on the front. And a number on the back. But something is wrong.

I nodded my head in agreement, "How will she help me with my training, Dad?" "Okay, let's see it this way," He took a deep breath and lifted his hand that was holding the bird in the pit of the palm above his head. "You have seen Harry Potter, right? And the Golden Snitch— that cute little ball, used in the game of quidditch, with thin feathery and pointed wings is not something I need to tell you about. The ball one of the two seekers of the competing team has to catch to call it a game."

Cuffe asks again. "Yes. We already told you, Mr. Cuffe. My wife, Selena, inherited the magic title from Salazar and Helga, so she technically is Lady Slytherin and Lady Hufflepuff too." Just to make a point about what Erik just told Mr. Cuffe, Selena raised her right hand to the air and made the same grabbing gesture that Erik had made earlier during the interview. A silver longsword encrusted with emeralds and an Olde English inscription in the blade's body appeared in her delicate hand, shocking the two guests from the Daily Prophet.