“despite what half of our professors say, it is essential that we practice our magic outside of our textbooks.”

cain’s voice rang out around the room as he walked by, eyeing the partnered students who were practicing basic defensive magic.

“if we cannot utilize what we study, what is the point?”

the dark haired gryffindor adjusted the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. the sleeves of his button up were rolled up, accompanied by his black vest with the gryffindor logo. his wand was in his hand, drawn, and occasionally he stopped to adjust someone’s form.

through mr. flitwick, he had sanctioned duelling practices, open to anyone who wanted to attend… which was half the school, considering nearly every girl found him attractive and nearly every guy wanted to be him.

not only was he attractive, but his parents were rather famous too- his dad played for a famous quidditch team while his mom worked for the ministry.

some people even stopped to stare as he walked by.