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In the morning, Cosgrach had visited the Gryffindors. In the evening, he was in his old house. He felt like what he was doing was in vain, that they were going to die freezing anyway, but he still entered his home and for the first time in a long time, didn't hate living in the dungeons. He felt warm and hopeful again... until his eyes fell on the window and the sight of a lake that looked colder than the Arctic.
...yeah.
Shrugging to himself, he tried to look brave and as if everything was alright, that there were fresh flowers instead of snow outside a if should be in the summer. He looked away and studied the rest of the room. It was more or less the same as his childhood. That was better while he was overwhelmed with nostalgia and walked to a coffee table. He set down the bag he was carrying and got out vials with different potions and name tags: West Odessa, Ethan Mordaunt, Cutty Mordaunt, Grayson Whitlock, Theo Kinsley and Caleb Newell.
Sitting at an armchair nearby, he started observing the students as he remembered his old times.
Was anyone surprised to see Culloden there? Not West. Even if it was mildly unusual he knew that the potions professor was technically one of them, a former Slytherin and all so where else would he feel comfortable but home, right? To be honest he wouldn't even be weirded out at seeing Bellaire chilling out in here. At least it was warmer than a lot of the castle was right now. But.... apparently he had reason to be here... certain students were heading over and West noticed the vials though from the distance he sat at of course he couldn't make out his own name. He did offer something halfway between wave and salute though. We see you, professor.
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Emms Then this older guy was just staring at him. Could he seriously not believe that he had ever seen a Quidditch match? Perhaps not. Perhaps this guy was quite the Quidditch fanatic. Simon gave the older boy a smile when he became more enthusiastic. His eyes widened when he heard that this guy had played Quidditch ever single term and had been Quidditch Captain too. Wait was this guy West something? The one that everyone said had been robbed of a last year to wow Hogwarts with Quidditch. He didn't want to assume anything so he held off from asking the boy if he was West. And who were the Wigtown Wanderers? It sounded like a silly name for a Quidditch team but where did they hail from? Wigtown? And where WAS Wigtown? And did they all wear wigs there in Wigtown? He hoped so. All of these questions passed through Simon's mind rather quickly. "Congrats, that's awesome about the reserve position but too bad that we're all stuck in this weather. Uhh... Where is Wigtown?" His blue eyes widened at West's next question. He nodded. "Yep, I am muggleborn and proud." He beamed. It was a thing to be proud of, yes?
Then the older boy almost gave him this look that told Simon that the boy could relate to him. With that piece of advice from the older Snake, the Slytherin third year smiled. Yeah, he ought not let girls get him down- that'd be silly. "Yeah, I'll try not too. They're just confusing. Do you know why some girls flip their hair ALL the time?" he asked. Maybe the seventh year would know the answer? He hoped so.
"Well long story short, I used to go to the school over there but one of the Professors told me that I'd be better suited for the Hogwarts style of education where I could actually do research for fun," he said. Yep, Professor Wallinger had told the boy and his parents to send Simon to Hogwarts so that he could get a proper education and learn from the best of the best. It was nice of the elderly man to do that and he missed Wallinger quite a bit.
Simon grinned and held out his hand towards the older boy in a handshake gesture. "Nice to meet you too....," he blinked and then realized that the older boy hadn't introduced himself. So putting all the facts that he HAD learnt about the boy so far, he assumed that this must have been West that he was speaking to. "Uhh are you West?" Please be correct; otherwise, this will be super duper awkward.
Nod.
"Thanks. I couldn't accept a starting position and stay at school so it was the next best thing." And yes it did suck being trapped here and unable to play...
"Wigtown is in the southwest of Scotland, its just a small town... its where the team is based out of. I live on the otherside of the Solway Firth... in the Lake District in Cumbria." So it was close enough in Wizarding terms, a short stint on the knight bus, a leisurely scenic fly by broom, a quick floo, or a blink-and-apparate. No problem really.
Another nod.
"My best mate is muggleborn. Theo. Y'know... the head boy." Yeah. Best mate in the universe and all.
Oh yesss confusing girls and their awesome hair that smelled amazing and looked so soft and nice and touchable. West had had plenty of hair-related concerns when he was about the age of this kid. He considered Ella and Penelope and Theo for a moment, and grinned a little bit. Funny how stuff changed.
"Flirting usually, nerves sometimes." That was why they flipped their hair.
"Sometimes, if they're Slytherin, or occasionally with certain kinds of Ravenclaws, its also because they have this sass button, and if you hit it just right with your words or actions, its like a nervous tick that indicates they think they're sassy and outplaying you." West added with a perfectly sincere expression.
"Sometimes its best to let them think like they're succeeding." Especially the ones who baked.
Huh. Well. He hoped the kid didn't regret it. Hogwarts was his favourite place to be... and the Slytherin common room? It was home. West found it hard to understand when people didn't like it, even with everything that went on.
He gave Simon's hand a shake and then nodded. Oh hmm?
"Yeah. Of course I am." West Odessa. Who else would he be?