Chapter 20~

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Katherine's POV

The First years were flying around, smiling.

I smiled, thinking about Mark, Venessa, Alex and I's first time flying.

Mark flew by me and smiled.

"Remember our first time flying?" Asked Mark, smiling widely.

"Yeah, it was a great memory, " I answered, smiling back.

I continued scanning the field and making sure everyone is not flying too high due to the dementors.

Took me a while to realize everyone is okay.

Once, I realized they're all safe, I started flying around them and having fun myself.

Venessa's POV

The class was now over, and Katherine and Mark aren't back yet.

"V wanna go to the Quidditch Pitch? We might still find them there, " Asked Alex.

"Yeah, Let's go there, " I replied and we left the class.

As we walked the Quidditch Pitch, I asked Alex something that had him stuttering.

"Have you been talking to your brother?" I asked him without hesitation.

"E-Ermm. Y-Yeah! Why wouldn't I?" Stuttered Alex.

'That's strange. He rarely stutters.'

"Are you lying to me?" I looked at him in the eye.

He didn't look back at me.

"N-No! Why would I lie to you?!" He said defensively.

"Alex, you can tell me anything, " I gave him a soft smile.

"Fine. I'll just tell you later, just focus on the two children, " he smiled back.

I chuckled and soon forgot about what happened to Alex.

-meanwhile with Katherine and Mark-
Mark's POV

I looked around the field and saw a dementor flying to close to the field, I saw it aiming for one of the Ravenclaw students.

Katherine didn't notice because of the students asking questions.

I quickly flew closer to the Ravenclaw boy.

I took out my wand quickly.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" I yelled as a Sliver wolf flew towards the dementor.

The boy flew off his broom and I noticed Katherine blew him, ready to catch him.

Katherine caught him, and the dementor flew off.

I flew down to Katherine's level and looked at the boy concerned.

"Is he okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, he is.. Just unconscious, " She looked painfully at him.

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