"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒇𝒇,
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍,
𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑯𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆,
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒍."

Wonpil'd managed to get the seat right next to the window, his favourite spot. He and Chan were now instructing the old Prefects on what their new patrolling schedule would look like for the rest of the year.

"Of course, we will take part to all the patrollings" explained the Gryffindor. Wonpil had the feeling that he was particuarly enjoying the situation: being able to talk and actually be listened carefully was not something that happened very often with regular students. "Wonpil will be in charge of the seventh floor while I will control the entrance. If anything strange happens or if you're not sure about what to do, you can ask us – we'll try our best to always be available".

"And don't be scared of being harsh if needed" added the Hupplepuff. "Kids can be really disrespectful this age; it's normal, but we have to make them behave" he felt like clarifying that because during his experience as a Prefect, he'd often felt guilty about telling off fellow students, so it had been important for him to remember that he was doing it for their own benefit, and not because he enjoyed getting into rows.

"Well said Wonpil! And with that, we're done. You may go and start your first patrolling. Good luck!"

The two Head Boys stood and watched all the Prefects get out of the compartment; some looking serious, others pissed – those were probably the ones who wanted to spend their time on the train with their friends, and not on duty.

Last in the line was Minho, a sixth year Slytherin he'd grown to like very much. He didn't exactly know why, since the two houses weren't known to be the bestest of friends, but both he and Chan got along very well with the boy. "Hi Minho!" he said, smiling. "Nice to see you again! Did you have a nice summer?"

"I did, thanks for asking" the Slytherin Prefect replied, bowing slightly. "As I was telling Chan, I even got to practice some new Quidditch faints-"

"Oh dear" let out Wonpil, now kind of scared about the boy's excited attitude: an improved Minho was the last thing his Team-already one of the worst at Hogwarts-needed – and he was also sure that, if the boy had mentioned it, was because he was both totally confident of his refined abilities, and eager to scare them off before the Quidditch season even started (Minho was not the type to say things without a specific reasoning).

"That's what I thought too!" admitted Chan, shaking his head. "You'll be the death of us all Minho, I swear".

The Prefect – whose cheeks had become a dark shade of red – bowed even more, clearly embarassed (a little win for the poor Hufflepuff). "Thank you guys, but really, I'm not any more good than you are. I've seen you play, and you are excellent flyers, really. Probably the best right now".

Wonpil felt his love for the boy growing even more – he appreciate how humble he could be, while still subtly letting his more 'Slytherin-self' free. And, at the end of the day, he knew his affection for the guy was mutual. "That's really sweet of you Minho, thank you!"

"No problem at all, but now I really should het going. See you around, good?" and with that, the boy left the wagon.

"He's such a sweetheart, really" said Chan with softness (he had evidently not grasped the slightly threatening undertone of his first words). "Such a squishy little ball of fluff".

"Okay, that has to be the weirdest description I've ever heard" the Hupplepuff burst into laughter, but was distracted by a girl who'd just entered the compartment. "Sorry I'm late, I had to show a new Prefect where the meeting was and then I got dstracted by two Ravenclaws who'd thrown a few dungbombs in the corridor to play a joke on someone and-"

"No worries, It's nothing" Chan tried to calm her down, and Wonpil smirked as he knew that the friend was acting so cutely and understanding only because he'd missed to notice that one Prefect was missing. "You can go find your co-Prefect now, he will tell you what you need to do". After politely sending the girl away, he turned to face Wonpil, "which reminds me, one of us should go intruct the fifth years".

"You go, I'll check if the dungbomb situation is solved" decided the Hupplepuff, so the two Head Boys parted ways.

It was not hard for Wonpil to find the spot where the incident'd happened – apart from a staining smell, a small group of students was packed in the corridor of the tenth wagon. "May I ask you what happened?"

The group split to let the Head Boy have a look at what was going on. Unsurprisingly, he noticex, Felix was among them. Wonpil sighed. "Lixie, got anything to say?"

"It was not me, I swear! I'm here just because I wanted to talk to Jeongin", replied the boy quite heatedly, and he pointed at a young Ravenclaw, who jumped scaredly. "Hwang and Seo, those are they guys you're looking for!" Felix added convincingly.

"Hwang and Se- – of course!" Wonpil was about to slap himself in the face: how had he not thought of it? The two Ravenclaws – who even played as Beaters for their House's Team – were known to be the wildest, most refined pranksters Hogwarts had had in quite a while. "Do you know where they went?"

The whole group pointed in perfect synchrony towards the last wagon.
Wonpil sighed. "Thank you", and he set off to find them.

"Shall we go here?" asked Jisung, carrying his heavy truck with his left hand. "Also, is it okay if we leave the door open? So y/n can find us more easily once she's done".

"Okay with me" replied Felix, entering the compartment and flashing immediately towards the window spot, making himself comfortable.

Jisung too sat down opposite the Hupplepuff, and it was not until a few minutes later that Felix noticed the Gryffindor's gaze fixated on his figure.

"Do I have dirt on my face?" he asked confused, not really concerned about his face not being completely clean but because the atmosphere had become too awkard for his liking.

"No, you look good" assured Jisung. "You've grown up" he then added. "And your hair looks blonder. Is it possible?"

"I don't know?" Felix shrugged his shoulders. "You've changed a lot, too".
The hupplepuff meant it the good way: he was used to a more chubby, squirrel-like Jisung, while the boy that was now standing in front of him was taller, fitter and seemed a lot more mature – it basically looked as if he'd had an injection of Bolt's Quick Growing potion.

"Y/n's told me this, too" replied the Gryffindor, looking unsure. "But I don't think I got that big of a makeover", to cover his embarassment, he reached for his bottle of water and took a sip.

"To be honest, I think you did" confessed Felix. "Who's the lucky girl?" he then added jokingly.

He regretted it immediately once Jisung chocked on the water he was drinking. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I understand, it's personal, it's none of my buisness, please breathe-"

It took two solid minutes for the Gryffindor to recover, but once he did, he did not look too happy. "Don't you ever dare. To do. That again", he sentenced darkly.

Felix was not too sure what to believe. Had he reacted that way because he'd been taken aback, or had it just been an accident? Felix was eager to know – and his response came quite quickly once he spotted a boy walking by the corridor.

"Yes!" he said to himself. Then he noticed Jisung was staring at him quite puzzled. "Ahem... is it a problem if I leave you alone for one sec? I'll be quick, I promise", he asked in an uncertain tone.

"Go ahead", answered the Gryffindor. "It's not like I can forbid you to do it anyway".

Seizing the opportunity, Felix quicly got out of his compartment to catch the Ravenclaw. "Jeongin!" he screamed to make himself heard, and luckily the boy did immediately.

"Hi Lixie! I was actually looking for you this morning, but I couldn't find you anywhere, it was so packed-"

"Nevermind that" exclaimed the Hupplepuff, who just wanted to cut to the chase. "But I do have a question for you: Han Jisung. Does that tell you anything?" he inquired.

Jeongin squeezed his eyes, like he always did when he was really focused on something. "Han Jisung... no, I don't think I've ever heard of him. Why do you ask?"

"He's a good friend of mine, and apparently he crushes on someone. I hoped he could've maybe told you something, but he obviously does not take much notice of Yang's confession studio" explained Felix, making fun of the friend: Jeongin was in fact a natural at making people trust him easily, so he was often asked for advice by fellow sudents – and thanks to that, had got to know many people. Felix had even suggested the Ravenclaw asked for payment, but the ladder had declined the offer immediately.
"Shut it, I'm no studio" Jeongin blushed slightly, but was soon distracted by a disturbing smell. "What the hell happened in here?" he asked, covering his nose with his sleeve.

Before Felix could come up with a reasonable anwer, two boys ran into them and stumbled. "Sorry!" one of them screamed as an apology, fighting hard his wish to laugh. Before they knew, they'd already vanished.

"What was that?" questioned Felix, confused.

The Ravenclaw sighed. "I think we just encountered my fellow Ravenclaw House mates. Seo Changbin and Hwan Hyunjin, you know".

~♡~
Hi Stays! How are you?
I'm personally really happy, yesterday we got so much skz content, my heart feels healed :).
It's really nice to hear from them again, and it seems they're doing okay, which is always great!
Now we just gotta wait for Austronaut's MV release on the 14th, i'm so excitedd~

Vic🌙.