Ravenclaw Proud

Year Finished

I ended up getting an Outstanding for my OWLS, as expected.

On the ride home, I sit with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville.

"It's been a spectacular year, eh?"Ron asks.

"Yeah,"Hermione and Harry say.

"The way you kept shooting the Quaffle though,"Neville remarks."That was impressive!"

"Thanks,"I say."They were too slow. My Thunderbolt's faster." I pat my steel silver broomstick handle as if it were my owl.

"So how's it going with Darius?"Hermione asks, wiggling her eyebrows.

"I kinda ship it,"Harry says, and I smack him.

"Is Darius taller than you?"Harry demands.

"Everyone is."

"Does he like to read?"Hermione inquires.

"Definitely."

"Does he hate Malfoy?"Ron asks hopefully.

"Despises him."

"Does he treat everyone equal?"Neville asks.

"Yep."

"We approve,"Harry concludes,"You and Darius have our permission to date."

"Hold up,"I say,"I can't date without your permission?"

"We're your older unbiological siblings,"Ron says.

"Because we're taller," Harry puts in.

"And we don't want you to end up with a stupid toerag of a guy,"Neville adds solemnly.

"Or a guy who was no good looks,"Hermione finishes.

"Whatever,"I sigh.