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Wren was rather excited to be going back to school. His mother had subjected him to the usual homeschool routine the moment he was back. However, Eliana had resumed her librarian post and now assigned his square of a cousin to tutoring him for the summer. The two and a half weeks August had spent with his own grandparents in Scarborough were the only real vacation Wren had. And as if August wasn’t insufferable enough, Professor Hill had thought to award August with a Perfect badge, which, Wren noted with an eye roll, was already prominently displayed on his suit jacket. Ugh. How stuffy could one person be before they exploded?

He’d had an uneventful train ride with Moira, and had been content to do mock tarot readings for insight on their various classmates. That had been fun, and he was looking forward to poking a few minions. Unfortunately, they couldn’t grab a carriage to just themselves. He greeted the other people in the carriage with a nod and scooped Dunce up before she could go begging other people for food.

The carriage lurched to a move and Wren glared outside. If they were going to have self-driving carriages, couldn’t they be a little smoother at least? Or faster? He glanced at their company in the carriage and, remembering that Yukon’s first day of flying, smirked a little with an idea. ”Why don’t they just have all the older students fly over to the castle? We were already forced to do a year of flying anyways. Wouldn’t that be fun, Yukon?”

Wren had actually quite liked Flying class after awhile. He wasn’t as sappy as Sonora about wind through her feathers or freedom in the sunlight, but it was nice to be alone up in the air, and flying was better than walking. Yukon Knolle, if he recalled, had started out wanting to stay firmly on the ground. Now Wren didn’t consider himself very close to the Potato Boy, but he did make a point in staying...informed, and had noticed that Yukon was…well, quite a decent flier by the end of the year. Whether this changed Yukon’s perspective on staying firmly in the earth, enough to take Advanced Flying or Quidditch perhaps, was what interested Wren now.

Wren raised an eyebrow at Yukon’s enthused answer. Well, apparently his attitude on flying had changed quite entirely. Fickle. He didn’t really care about the Potato Boy’s speculations for why flying across the lake wasn’t a thing. "It's not that expensive to buy a broom. I figure it was just so we didn’t ruin the night skyline for the firsties,” he muttered. He might have gotten a nice broom for himself that summer, but that was a nice broom. Why, they same day he'd gone there was a 3-seater broom for only 12 galleons!

”Both, huh. I heard Hufflepuff’s looking for young tots again to stuff their reserve bench. You eyeing a particular position?” Wren asked casually. Quidditch, huh. Wren hadn’t signed up for Advanced Flying, but he was being forced to join some activity this year. Quidditch didn’t sound as fun as Cooking Club, but Cooking Club met on a weekend morning. Also there was no guarantee that cooking club cooking would be any good. So Potato Boy, why that Quidditch position?

"Keeper sounds good. You just need to float there and dive for the quaffle occasionally," Wren commented. "But beater basically means you get a free pass to hit people. Doesn't that sound fun."

Maybe hitting people would be fun. He didn't have very many people he wanted to hit, but it would be funny to knock a bludger into someone's broom and watch them yelp. He nodded along to Yukon talk about making more friends, and it didn't bother him that he might be warming the reserve bench for a while. Well, dreams of fame didn't seem like the Potato Boy's type anyways. Making friends though? He doubted it was anything that simple. He'd have to check the Hufflepuff roster--Maybe there was someone Yukon fancied on the team and that's what he was after.

"I dunno, Quidditch sounds okay," Wren replied airily before turning the conversation right back around. "What else are you doing?"