Text Cut: Train Boy! :3
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Mell 
"It's okay. You're lucky to have someone that looks out for you." If he had a sister he would probably be the same as her brother. Heck, he was probably going to be like that with his brother.
Her question about the weird things that had happened at Hogwarts in previous years. "Well...uh...yeah. I mean there were a couple of incidents last year but that was the Durmstrang and Beaubaxtons students being gits. The year before though, a pack of Dementors got into the school and attacked some students and the Groundskeeper had his soul sucked out." That probably sounded really bad to a new student, huh? "But I'm sure nothing like that will happen again." Probably not a good idea to promise something like that but what else was he supposed to say?
Michael let out a small chuckle. She was already surprising him. The chuckle turned into a laugh when he saw the look on her face upon hearing that his mother had punched someone. He was so used to the way his mother was that he forgot that other people would find that strange. "I was about nine I think and we were at this fair, waiting in line." He couldn't even remember what it was for now. "And this guy pushed his way through, kinda knocking me out of the way in the process and well...mum didn't take too kindly to that." Yep, you don't mess with his mother.
Oh so she had one of those families. "Oh you're family has a potions company too? So does my dad. GothSaint Enterprises." Thankfully though his dad didn't expect him to join the company if he didn't want to. "Do you know the Newell twins?" They were in her house so she might have seen them. "Their mother owns the other half of the company." He was pretty sure that she still did. "So you don't think your parents will let you do what you want?"
Hehe. Michael grinned rather mischievously at her. "Well actually I can drive." And he did. Rather well actually. "Legally I can't though until I am seventeen." But you know, when one's mother can do magic then there is no problems.
And he seriously don't know why she worried about being in crowds or how she should act around people because he found her to be really nice. Not to mention she had a sense of humour and was smart too.
"Thanks." He BEAMED at her congratulations. "It is my first time playing on the team. And I'm just a little nervous." Okay more like a lot nervous but he was not going to tell her that. He was a guy! They don't admit to things like that.
"It would probably be a bit hard for you to continue it at Hogwarts." He grinned at her again. "But I so want to see you do a backflip some time."
Michael followed Little Bunny's gaze and found Airey Flairey staring at them. He was tempted to look down at his shirt to see if there was something on it but instead he gave the Astronomy Professor a small salute.
He turned back to look at the girl beside him to see that she was blushing. And he raised an eyebrow but made no mention of it. Girls often had crushes on their Professors.
Ahem.
That much was true. She knew she was lucky to have her brother. Bev didn't even want to think what she'd do without him. "I am." Wait for the 'but.' "But, I'm sometimes the one to take care of him as well." An amused grin danced on her lips. Hey, she had to take some credit too, okay. If it weren't for her during the summer he would have STARVED.
Ew, Durmstrangers. Beverly wrinkled her nose a little at that. She knew a few; her cousins, barbarians they were. Woah! Wait. It HAD been true? Dementors at Hogwarts and all. Great, she owed her dad an apology now.
"By what I've heard, you can't really say that," she said, but it was nice of him to assure her nothing like Dementors would happen again. She preferred to stay on the realistic side of things. Wishing and denying hardcore facts was a waste of time, something she learned from her dad. "I hope we're ready if it does, though," she mused. The DADA professor BETTER teach them something useful or Bev would be using her as a human shield.
His laugh was contagious, she couldn't help but join in. And the story behind the punch was cute, she may have let out a small 'aww.' "She sounds brave, your mum." She would have paid a galleon to see that. Bev was all about girl power.
Another potions family. They seemed common. How many potions did the world need? "Yeah, my grandmother is the head of Jones Enterprises." His had a fancier name, though. Maybe it was because all she heard was Jones this, Jones that. Gah. "But my dad and his other two brothers each manage three different branches." The Newell twins? How could she not? Especially the boy, he got PUNCHED. So she nodded in response.
She bit her lip in thought. "My dad wants what's best for me. " She shrugged. "It's complicated." She was sure Train Boy didn't want to hear all about her family's 'traditions' or customs when it came to the business.
Oh. She was familiar with that look. Not on him, but she's seen it before on others. The look of doing something he shouldn't but still doing it. "How did you ever learn? Do tell." Her interest piqued. If he could do it, then she could, yeah? Kennedy wouldn't mind... Hmm.
She smiled. "If you are, you don't seem like it." Nervous that is. He looked extremely happy about it. "You'll do great, although..." Should she say it? Nah... Well... "...
Don't get too sad when Slytherin wins." Shy, yeah. Competitive, hell yeah! Heh.
He wanted to see her do a backflip? First time she's been told that. "It's not
that impressive," she said, shaking her head, grinning. But maybe one day.
Oh Merlin. He noticed, didn't he? Beverly tucked her hair behind her ear and cast her eyes down. That was...embarrassing. It made it worse that her face felt warmer. Well crud.