#schooldays.

[malfaith]

@ghcstrain

"Ten points from Gryffindor! Get out of here," Lucius says. The two Gryffindor students retreat, one making a rude hand gesture. Lucius recognizes one of them - the Black kid who got put in Gryffindor. He turns to the kid they'd been harassing, and he can see why: ratty clothes, small for their age, everything about him screams I am a target! He recognizes them from the Sorting and the Slytherin common room, but nowhere else. Lucius hopes for his sake he finds some friends.

"You're going to have to learn some decent hexes," he says to the kid. "I recommend despulmo."

[malfaith]

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"Listen to me," Lucius says, "I'll be right back. You won't even notice I'm gone."

The Ravenclaw student in front of him looks petrified, both of him and the headmaster. "I can't," he whispers. "You aren't even supposed to know I have it -"

"The Headmaster won't know," Lucius says softly. He uses his height - the product of a growth spurt last year - to tower over his classmate. "It doesn't have a tracking charm on it. I'll be there and back." He snaps his fingers.

The third-year shakes his head. "No. I can't."

Lucius smiles. "You know who my family is, don't you? We have more money in our pockets than your entire family has in their vault at Gringott's. You could be well-paid for doing me a favor."

The student looks around like a Dementor is going to come out of a closet and give them the Kiss. "What if I get expelled?"

"You won't, Headmaster Dumbledore is a pushover," Lucius says. The student looks unsure. He has to push further. "My friend Ivan Edelman says that, anyways." Calling them friends is a very generous stretch, but Lucius rightly bets that everyone below sixth year is terrified of Edelman. The student shivers, bends, and draws the amulet up over his head before carefully placing it in Lucius's hand.

"You sure you won't get caught?" he says, voice small.

"I never get caught," Lucius says, taking the time-turner. He flicks it back to one hour before, when he'd walked into class and gotten a bad grade on his Transfiguration exam.

[marvellousandrew]

OUR UPPER 6th I wonder where in the world is Spence. Smartest of our bunch by all accounts In a street-wise sort of way we used to think. Probably a millionaire by now. Or else in clink. I remember one of our class called Boyd. Talked like Eccles, a Goon, which always annoyed Us all no end. Not the brightest. No prizes won. Went up to Balliol---where his brother and his Dad had gone! Poor old Chiles. When we were brash, so he was mild. When we talked of girls, he only smiled, When we talked of Jags. he rode his bike, While we lived, he died when a Jag. didn't brake. As for Beverage, he was a very strange boy With his secretive smile, always seeming to enjoy A private joke. But we all knew he'd go far, And the last that I heard he'd been called to the Bar. Now Southgate, the maniac, liked to start fires, Often indoors to get a good blaze. But he played like an angel, and oddly it seems Could quieten the class with a touch on the keys. I wonder whatever's become of...him, and....him, and...him. Their names have now gone and their faces have dimmed. From this distance of 50-odd years, I can't see What, or whether they still think of me.

[iraskies-blog]

today was the day when i literally laughed my ass off. omg.