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Works in progress.

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I don't even know, it came to mind after something I said to Kitty, especially as she ended up in Slytherin and I in Ravenclaw,  like Sam and Gabe in our HPSPN headcanon.

"You see the size of that kid?"

Sam looked down the duelling platform at the tall, fairly solidly built Victor Henrickson, and raised an eyebrow. 

"What about him?"

Gabriel scoffed, waving a hand in Henrickson's general direction. "He's like two times my size. I'm supposed to take him down? Plus," he gave Sam a critical look. "He's one of your brother's Gryffindor buddies. I'm pretty sure he's looking to knock me down a few pegs for you-know-what Balthazar and I did to them last week."

"Don't tell me you're chicken, Gabriel."

"Shut up, Bela."

The slender brunette smirked, winking, and leaned back in her seat, nodding her chin at the platform. "Either way, you're on in two minutes."

Gabriel groaned, pulling his wand out and twirling it in his fingers. "And, he's a year ahead. Definitely not fair."

"Like you were going to use spells in your year-range?" Sam countered with a hint of a laugh.

Gabriel shrugged a shoulder, frowning slightly. "Well, no, but what if he charges me like a typical Gryffindor brute?"

"Uh, my brother is-"

"-My point."

Sam rolled his eyes, getting up from where he was sitting next to Gabriel's vacated seat, across from Bela. After a quick glance around to make sure no one was really paying attention (sure, he had a reputation that no one would cross, as Dean Winchester's little brother, but still, Slytherin-Ravenclaw relationships weren't 100% smiled upon), he pushed a hand through his hair and cleared his throat. "If you're really that paranoid," he grabbed the front of Gabriel's Slytherin robes, tugging him in quick for kiss. "There. For luck."

Gabriel smirked, licking his lips and turning to mount the stairs to the platform.

"Yeah, I feel lucky now."