How have classes been? Absolutely awful was the short answer. Sure a few classes had been alright, and having the free periods, was a breath of fresh air compared to Ilvermorny. Hell, even Snapes class had been nice compared to Defense Against the Dark Arts where she and everyone else in that class was forced to reread the childish version of the basics they already knew.

But that wasn't even the most horrendous part of that class. Umbridge really took a liking to making Raelyn and Harry's lives miserable. Harry had his detention and came out with I must not tell lies carved out of his own hand. Right after he had his detention, Raelyn had hers and she came out, fuming mad of course with I will not talk back on the back of her hand.

"Can you believe that Dumbledore is letting her do this!?" Raelyn exclaimed dramatically as she stormed into the courtyard her robes billowing behind her. Remilda had an eyebrow rose, not sure what she was talking about. However as Raelyn approached her, she was holding up he hand which she was covering with her other sleeve. "This would be illegal back at Ilvermorny!" she added as she snatched back her sleeve. Remilda's eyes widened as she gawked at the back of Raelyn's hand. "Physical punishment? Are you kidding me!?"

"Bloody hell, what are you screeching about?" Lucy Diggory's voice pipped up from the place she had seated herself on a bench. To be honest, Remilda had sat there on purpose, to try and get Lucy to talk to her.

"That flaming pink bitch that we have to call a professor." Raelyn snapped back as she seated herself down next to Remilda. "One day of classes and already this!?"

"Did something happen in your detention?" Lucy asked.

Raelyn nodded and showed her the words on her hand.

Lucy's eyes widened, and she leaned in and peered at it closely. "Dumbledore wouldn't let that happen..." she defended.

The rest of the week following that encounter had envolved everyone but Raelyn bitting her tongue. Sometimes you have to get angry was what she would say, sometimes you just have to let it out. That was how she defended her muttered insults and back talk in Umbridge's class. Raelyn, as bright as she was, the way she saw it; if someone was in the wrong, she'd make it well known. Even if it meant fighting...

For example, when they were five (give or take a few years) they were at a park near the house. And they had been playing on one of those spinning toys at parks. The things no-maj's called Merry-Go-Rounds. And a boy, about the same age had pushed Raelyn off. So she got up, didn't shed a tear, grabbed the boy by his arm and yanked him off with all the strength she could muster up. The boy hit the ground and started crying, Raelyn laughed a bit and hopped right back on.

"She's a fighter, that one," Mr. Perkins, their old neighbor would say every time Raelyn had a tantrum, or got mad at Remilda for taking a toy from her.

Remilda was reclined back on one of the sofas, when Harry approached. Remilda retracted her legs and pushed herself up. So there was plenty of room for him to sit down with his backpack.

"Happy Friday," Remilda smiled, he chuckled but rose an eyebrow as if to ask what that meant. "It's something we all started to say to each other at Ilvermorny."

"Course it was,"

Remilda rose an eyebrow, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Harry shrugged, "Nothing, you and Raelyn just talk about it a lot." he said honestly, "Do you wish you were there?"

Remilda shook her head, "Surprisingly, not at all," she paused, "I think Raelyn does though, simply because of Umbridge."

Harry rolled his eyes at the thought of her.

"How's your hand?" Remilda asked curiously.

Harry shrugged and turned it over a few times, the initial scan had already peeled off and now it just looked like tender skin that was scarring. "If it wasn't for magic, it'd probably feel a lot worse." he said simply, "Are you trying out for Qudditch tomorrow?"

Remilda scoffed, "No," she replied, "maybe next year. But Rae is going out for Keeper. She was basically the keeper for the Quadpot team at-"

"-Ilvemorny." Harry said quickly, cutting her off and finishing the sentence.

Harry laughed and Remilda's cheeks began to flush pink, "Yeah," she said softly, the heat in her cheeks raising, "but I'll probably be watching the tryouts. Which houses are having tryouts?"

"All four," he replied, "Gryffindor and Ravenclaw in the morning, and Hufflepuff and Slytherin in the afternoon."

"I'll be there," Remilda smiled and nodded, "I'm going to go talk a walk," she excused herself from the conversation. "just so I can learn to get around better."

That Remilda was one of the last girls in the room. The other being Romilda Vane who can in about a hour afterwards. Remilda was quiet when she went in, Hermione was the only other girl awake in the room. She sat crosslegged on her bed, her wand illuminating an advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts book she had gotten from the library. Unlike Raelyn, she kept her mouth shut for the most part in Umbridges class and just dealt with things outside of the class.

Remilda took her wand from her robe pocket, "Lumos," she muttered quietly. The tip of her wand illuminated and she used its light to find her pajamas. She quickly changed, and then mirrored Hermione position on her own bed. She grabbed a piece of paper and the pencil from the nightstand and quickly began to scribble down her letter she would send off in the morning.

Remilda hesitated to elaborate more on Umbridge. Was her form of detention something for her to tell him? It hadn't happened to her, so it probably wasn't her place. It was probably Raelyn or even Harry's. Then again, Harry wasn't about to tell anyone. He snapped at Hermione when she merely suggested it.

Remilda took a deep breath as she folded the piece of paper, wrote her fathers name on it. And then put it on the nightstand.

"Nox," she said simply and then gently put her wand down as well. "Goodnight, Hermione."

"Night, Remilda." she replied quietly, "See you in the morning."

However, she didn't see Hermione in the morning. Because she had overslept. She had taken advantage of not having to wake up as early in and slept in. So while Hermione got up as usual, Remilda had to hurriedly get up, throw on some casual attire, and she put her hair up in a half ponytail just to make it look like she did something with it. She then grabbed her bag, slid her piece of paper into the notepad and dropped that inside. Then once she was all put together, she hurried down the stairs, out of the Gryffindor tower; then down the enchanted stairs in hopes she'd make it down to the pitch for the tryouts. The last thing she needed was for Raelyn to thing she wasn't going be there for her.

"Where are you off to, Remilda?" Luna asked as she rushed past her on the stairs on her way down.

"Quidditch tryouts, to watch. I'm not trying out or anything," Remilda said, a bit out of breath as she leaned on the railing.

"That's where I'm going too," she smiled, "you have plenty of time to get down there." she smiled, "We can walk down there together, if you'd like."

Remilda hesitated but nodded, "That sounds like a great idea..." she said as she huffed out a sigh of relief.

The two of them made their way down to the Quidditch pitch. It was a lot like the Quadpot field at Ilvermorny. It was shaped like an oval, and the grass was exceptionally green and looked very soft to use. On both sides were large bleachers with pillars that would sport house colors during a game. Already on one side was the Ravenclaws preparing to tryout and few onlookers. Then the other, it was practically the same. Only Gryffindors.

So Remilda went to take her seat on the Gryffindor side and expected Luna to go to her own side. However, Luna followed close behind Remilda.

"Uh, aren't you going to sit on the Ravenclaw side?" she asked hesitantly as she sat on the first row of seat by the railing.

Luna looked down at the pitch, "I don't really see the point in that," she confessed, "I have friends in both houses that I'd like to support."

"That's really nice of you," Remilda said, offering Luna a smile of reassurance.

Ron had gone down to the tryouts with Harry, and was talking to him until the captain (Remilda was pretty sure that was Angelina Johnson) booted him off the pitch. So he went around, and then up the stairs. He was going to stand at the railing or sit on his own until he saw Remilda and Luna. So he made his way over and sat down on the other side of Remilda.

"Is Harry nervous?" Remilda asked him.

He shook his head, "Nah," he paused, "Every year Harry is a sure-in for Seeker. He has been since first year."

"First year?" Remilda asked, raising an eyebrow. "I wasn't even allowed to tryout for Quadpot until I was in my third year."

Ron chuckled, "This summer you and Raelyn should show us how to play that,"

"If I can get my hands on the right ball, I will." Remilda stated.

"So who are you here to watch?" Luna asked, quietly cutting into the conversation.

Remilda stared at her and then glanced at Ron before looking back at Luna, "I think my sister and Harry, but I'm not sure." she replied.

"I thought you would have come to support George Weasley," Luna said with a small shrug, "since you two like each other and all-"

"What!?"

Both Remilda and Ron stared at Luna. Remilda's eyebrows were pressed together and she could've sworn that her mouth was going to get stuck open.

"You like George?!" Ron asked quickly.

"What!? No!" she replied sharply, "Luna, where did you hear that?"

Luna stared back at the two of them, "I thought it was quite obvious actually," she stated simply as she looked back out at the field. "you two spend so much time together." she added with a shrug.

"We eat breakfast together before we are the first two to the Great Hall before Fred, Raelyn, Ron, or anybody else is there." she clarified, "That's not that much time."

Luna simply shrugged not at all convinced, "It's okay, I won't share it with anyone. And I bet Ron won't either."

"There's nothing to share, Luna." Remilda stated sternly, "I don't-"

"I think Cho is having some trouble with nargles over there," Luna said quickly, more urgency in her voice than there had been during their conversation. "I should see if she wants to wear this during tryouts," she said holding up the cork necklace she had on. "it keeps them away." she said as she stood up and quickly ran off.

"She actually is loony." Remilda stated as soon as she was down the stairs, "Loony Lovegood, it makes sense now."

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