“Nonsense, most people naturally have one of them. You’re probably just in some sort of slump and it doesn’t help that our magic is somewhat tied to our emotions.” He shrugged lightly as he opened his book to a review section and began to search for an easy enough spell that wouldn’t get them thrown out of the library before the smoking did. “I’d suggest talking to someone if you’re having personal problems that need to be worked out. I’m not a therapist and really most things go in one ear and out the other.”
A small chuckle left him as he found a spell and began to turn towards the page it should have been on. “Really you’re too kind, Caradoc. I’m one step closer to controlling the cat population here, McGonagall is gonna be the hardest but she’s worth it. Don’t tell Madam Hooch I said that, she’d go green with envy.” He joked as he frowned slightly when the spell he was looking for wasn’t on the page. “Confidence, Caradoc. You have to say that you are capable of it and keep telling yourself that until you believe it. It’s like that Quidditch thing, you fly and then tell yourself you can get the ball in the hoop.”
“Yes but Mary looks a little questionable in the mornings so I understand her but I’m entirely perfect in the mornings. I’m much more reliable.” He teased as he looked up at Caradoc for a moment before returning to he summary page. “A kiss? Well I can’t lie to you Caradoc, from the very moment you stepped foot into my little Ravenclaw life my heart begged for nothing more than a kiss from you. I know it sounds a little creepy but believe me muggles would write stories on what a love between us could be. So a kiss from you? I’d like to say yes but the world is not yet ready for that.”
“My emotions are okay! I feel totally normal, like I could take on the world,” he said, feeling rather ridiculous the moment the words left his mouth. He felt as if he could take on a maximum of one minor complication without completely breaking down, and that was only because today was a relatively good day. “Well, I dunno, maybe not, like, normal normal, but close enough. It’s probably just exam stress, right? I used to be okay at this.”
“No, no, it’s my pleasure to turn Hiccup over to your loving dictatorship! As long as I get visitation every other weekend or so, it’s entirely alright,” he said, then leaned in, as if to suggest they were in on some big secret together. “No worries, Mundungington, your secret’s safe here. I’ll not tell a soul, not even my closest confidants. Confidence, though, yes! I’m confident, one hundred percent. Just like quidditch.” Quidditch, which he didn’t have to think about, which allowed his mind to turn off and his muscles to do all the work. Transfiguration was another story entirely - one tiny mistake lead to another, which lead to him doubting himself, which lead to another mistake.
“Right, she does. That hair! It’s charming though, isn’t it? Sort of endearing?” he said, smiling fondly. “Not to say that you aren’t too, in your own perfect way. I’m glad to hear that! I’m sure the muggles would love to hear about our romance, but as you say, it’s too good to be true. Perhaps in another life.”
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