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[attr="class","akipostywooh3"]Strolling down the corridor, the brown-haired male was seen passing through the large open hallway as the hems of his dark midnight robes fluttered around his ankles. The afternoon sunlight streamed across the young student’s form, the beams roaming across the softly brushed walnut locks that seemed to glow amber in the light, before the rays glittered across the Ravenclaw emblem that was stitched onto the collar of his robe. An eager look flashed through the young metamorphmagus’s eyes, which were glowing a deep mahogany, instead of his normal cerulean shade, as Luca stared down at small piece of unfolded paper that he was holding. A cobalt ribbon fluttered on the back of the letter, with Luca’s full name inscripted across the paper. It was a letter from his beloved lover, Sebastien, who was away at Auror training. Getting a letter from him was like a receiving jewel each day, as Seb would send little presents to Luca. What would he get this time?
Small orbs of light flashed across the small paper that was gripped in Luca’s fingers as two ink figures dueled against each other, colorful lights passing from the figures’ wands. At the sight of the dueling figures that had risen up from the enchanted paper, Luca let out a soft laugh, the ends of his soft lips turning up in a big grin as he watched the inky figures melt away onto the paper, forming into the actual contents of the letter that was addressed to Luca.
‘My one and only light, Luca, I hope this letter reaches you in good spirits as the final year at Hogwarts begin! Auror training has been extremely-’
Hushed sounds of several students whispering abruptly interrupted the Ravenclaw’s attention as his now cerulean gaze shifted from the paper towards a small cluster of male students huddled behind a pillar. They looked to be third years from the Ravenclaw house, as Luca could tell by the familiar crest that was stitched on the younger ones’ robes. What on earth are they up to now? Frowning, Luca’s eyes followed the direction that the students were pointing to and blinked as he found himself staring at the retreating back of a particular student. Draco Malfoy.
‘Go on, go!’ One of the boys urged in a quiet voice before one of them boldly stepped out from behind the pillar, the wand brandished in his small, crabby hand, the beginnings of a hex forming upon the boy’s lips as the smirking boy pointed his wand at Draco’s back. Oh no.
Quickly stepping forward and hastily folding the letter into the front pocket of his black slacks, Luca reached the boy in mere two strides and harshly gripped the child’s wrist. Abruptly, the kid cried out in pain, as a flash of light exploded from the wand tip before it crashed into the wall behind Malfoy. The wand dropped from the child’s fingers, the wooden thing clattering loudly to the ground as it rolled away. “Kid, it’s not considered a fair fight to point a wand at someone’s back, now is it?” Luca sharply chastised as he glared sternly into the defiant boy’s face, the older male’s eyes flashing a bright amber color. ‘So what? He’s not supposed to be here! He’s one of them!’ the child retorted as he jerked his arm out of Luca’s grip.
Annoyed by the child’s petulance, Luca’s other hand darted out, smacking the kid upside the back of his head. “Clear out, before I decide to call the prefect here. Do you want our House to lose more points, huh?” At that, the boy shook his head before he quickly snapped up his wand from the floor and scurried away, running past with his fellow boys as they scampered past Draco. Sighing as he watched the little ones scamper off, Luca pursed his lips as he ran a hand through his hair and his eyes resumed their normal cerulean hues. “Are you all right?”
Small orbs of light flashed across the small paper that was gripped in Luca’s fingers as two ink figures dueled against each other, colorful lights passing from the figures’ wands. At the sight of the dueling figures that had risen up from the enchanted paper, Luca let out a soft laugh, the ends of his soft lips turning up in a big grin as he watched the inky figures melt away onto the paper, forming into the actual contents of the letter that was addressed to Luca.
‘My one and only light, Luca, I hope this letter reaches you in good spirits as the final year at Hogwarts begin! Auror training has been extremely-’
Hushed sounds of several students whispering abruptly interrupted the Ravenclaw’s attention as his now cerulean gaze shifted from the paper towards a small cluster of male students huddled behind a pillar. They looked to be third years from the Ravenclaw house, as Luca could tell by the familiar crest that was stitched on the younger ones’ robes. What on earth are they up to now? Frowning, Luca’s eyes followed the direction that the students were pointing to and blinked as he found himself staring at the retreating back of a particular student. Draco Malfoy.
‘Go on, go!’ One of the boys urged in a quiet voice before one of them boldly stepped out from behind the pillar, the wand brandished in his small, crabby hand, the beginnings of a hex forming upon the boy’s lips as the smirking boy pointed his wand at Draco’s back. Oh no.
Quickly stepping forward and hastily folding the letter into the front pocket of his black slacks, Luca reached the boy in mere two strides and harshly gripped the child’s wrist. Abruptly, the kid cried out in pain, as a flash of light exploded from the wand tip before it crashed into the wall behind Malfoy. The wand dropped from the child’s fingers, the wooden thing clattering loudly to the ground as it rolled away. “Kid, it’s not considered a fair fight to point a wand at someone’s back, now is it?” Luca sharply chastised as he glared sternly into the defiant boy’s face, the older male’s eyes flashing a bright amber color. ‘So what? He’s not supposed to be here! He’s one of them!’ the child retorted as he jerked his arm out of Luca’s grip.
Annoyed by the child’s petulance, Luca’s other hand darted out, smacking the kid upside the back of his head. “Clear out, before I decide to call the prefect here. Do you want our House to lose more points, huh?” At that, the boy shook his head before he quickly snapped up his wand from the floor and scurried away, running past with his fellow boys as they scampered past Draco. Sighing as he watched the little ones scamper off, Luca pursed his lips as he ran a hand through his hair and his eyes resumed their normal cerulean hues. “Are you all right?”