SPOILER!!: Abey! <3

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Automatically, and because it was polite and respectful and because he had been brought up to value and practice those very things - especially with his elders - Abey greeted the professor back.

"Good morning, Professor Stewart," he said cheerfully enough, smiling shyly because that tended to be his way when he spoke with adults one-on-one. Usually he dragged Théo or Derf or Junia with him when he needed to ask professors questions, and got them to do the asking for him, or at least the part where they got the professors' attention. "Yes, very much, thank you. Um... how about you?" ... and then, because he was already talking at it was much easier to ask questions once he had got going... "Were you out running? ... Or flying?" That last part maybe sounded almost hopeful. Abey looooooved talking about flying actually.

His shyness was rather apparent and adorable! How Kay loved the younger kiddos especially! "I'm doing rather well, thank you for asking.'' Kay laughed quietly. "Running, actually. Though it is quite a wonderful day for flying. You should definitely take advantage of that.''

And now she moved on to the topic she was most anxious to get to. "How have you been coping with the events from last term? I know it would have been rather traumatising for you.'' Did Abey get nightmares? The woman hoped not.

Merlin, Brent missed sports. Although he was happy here at Hogwarts, it was something that he missed about Ilvermorny. It was also the reason he'd been out on the grounds, taking a walk outside and missing the opportunity to get and play some sports. He'd quickly grown bored, though, what with no actual game going on. He thought about what Quidditch must have been like in it's prime, right here at Hogwarts. It was too bad they didn't value sports as much as he did. He thought the kids here would really enjoy it, but apparently his opinion wasn't the popular one.

Brent opened the doors to the castle and stepped back into the entrance hall. Did he like it here? Sure he did, and he actually preferred Hogwarts over Ilvermorny now. That might have a little something to do with a certain female Slytherin named Miss Skylar Diggory. It was also strange to him that his two schools were merging as one this year. It was odd seeing so many familiar faces but knowing that they were now from a different school, even though they'd once upon a time been his classmates. He lingered in the entrance hall for a little longer, debating on whether he should explore a little more or just head back to the common room.

Melanie didn't often go into the Hogwarts' Great Hall for food, but today was different. She was hoping to run into certain Hogwarts' staff members to see...progress on things. Unfortunately, none of those people were in there when she had checked, and so she grumpily made her way out.

And that's when she saw none other than Brent Westwood. Traitor of sorts, wasn't he? She sneered at him. "Well if it isn't Hogwarts' champion Brent Westwood?" she asked. "How are you, boy?" She hoped he lost. Valerie and Kyle had to win, else she be severely disappointed. And no, she didn't feel this was a cruel opinion. Melanie had no qualms. This was the real world, and in the real world, not everyone was cheering you on 24/7. She wouldn't be openly cruel to his face, though. He was a child, and she was an adult. The odds were unfair. "Liking Hogwarts since you switched over? Hmm?"

The itch she had to go home was strong lately. She hated this place, the weather, the general politeness of the Brits, and the way they over-pronounced every damn 'T' in all their words. It was waaadder, Brits. Not WA-TTER.

/endrant.

Melanie was done with all of this, especially since what she had come here for had been done successfully, as far as she knew.