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Niles Greyback

And I really wanna change my heart.

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Before Hogwarts, Niles had a penchant for simply wandering around. For example, he could spend hours mapping his neighborhood or days unearthing nooks where he could hide himself from the rest of the world. While he enjoyed having tea parties with Apryl, Niles also found lingering at home suffocating. He didn’t know why then, but most certainly do now.

 

Escapism, Niles remembered vaguely, was the word. Although he had two essays due in the coming week, Niles figured spending a couple of hours out here wouldn’t hurt anyone. Besides, he saw little benefit in learning how to map stars and identify planets. How was that ever going to help him in the grander scheme of things?

 

Obviously, becoming an astronomer was the last thing he intended for himself.

 

Today, Niles found himself reclining against the Quidditch stand benches, high above the ground. The cool gales brought reprieve to his marred soul and Niles knew right there and then that it was a prime napping spot. He counted himself fortunate that Quidditch got cancelled that year, or there would be noisy people conducting try outs or practices then.

 

Slowly but surely, he slipped into slumber.  


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Kay was on another jog, her Hogwarts hobby that had already become habit. It was a good way to learn as much as she could about the layout of the school and burn some energy at the same time. She always needed to exhaust herself at least a little bit before sitting down for homework--otherwise she was a squirmy, fidgety mess of distraction.

 

Upon reaching the Quidditch Pitch, she realized that she would have to go the whole long way around or just head back, considering they'd started tearing up the pitch itself for the Try-Wizard whatever. At this point she was already too tired to go around, but not tired enough to call it quits, and so she lingered at ground level, toeing the dirt with her shoes and swiping sweat from the back of her neck, thinking.

 

It was when she caught sight of the nearest stairway to the top of the stands that she decided she'd take the third option, and climb some stairs instead. With a breathless grin she pushed herself all the way to the top, gripping the handrail only a (literal) handful of times when she really needed an anchor, and upon finally emerging victorious pumped her fists into the air and cheered--

 

--absolutely nothing, because there was someone sleeping up there, and Kay slapped both hands over her mouth to catch whatever sound slipped out in the moment, and swallowed it down.

 

It was the Greyback boy.

 

Kay would readily admit that she knew nothing about him besides the fact that he got weird looks in the hallway sometimes. And in class. And the night of Sorting, most of all--when his name had been called, it had felt like at least a third of the room went sour. Faces had pinched like he carried a bad smell, but now that she was close enough (and getting closer, out of curiousity) she could tell he smelled fine.

 

Well, actually, there was a bit of a--no, wait, that was her, that was her own armpits.

 

Back to the question at hand: what was it about this kid's face that made other people's faces so nasty? Kay stood on the bench below him and leaned over to get a good look, inadvertently blocking the cool breeze in the process.

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Being left alone was the greatest gift anyone could have given Niles in that moment. But alas, legilimency or common sense was not an inborn skill. Seconds after his breeze supply was cut off, Niles stirred to wakefulness. He was, at first, unclear at what could have disturbed him. But that confusion quickly dispelled when he was met with a pair of wide blinking green-grey eyes, the latter of which was attached to a blonde girl he did not recognize.

 

The shriek was left his lips was not manly in the least bit. (Not that he was a ‘man’ at any rate.)

 

In his surprise, Niles tumbled over the seat, landing on the concrete ground with one giant thump. He groaned and immediately knew he would be waking up with a big bruise on his forehead tomorrow – that throbbing feeling was rather telling.

 

Urgh – who the heck even?

 

Glaring up at the intruder, Niles picked out a few salient details. She was roughly the same size as he was and the mop of blonde hair appeared familiar, meaning she might have been in his classes. Chances were, she’s a fellow first year. And that meant she was little to no threat to him, magically or otherwise. Good, good.

 

That didn’t mean he shouldn’t ‘play nice’ though…. probably.

 

“Can I help you?” Niles asked rather sarcastically. She had scuttle off after apologizing or he might just not get his nap.

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