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It was an incredibly sunny day in Scotland. A rarity, as usually the clouds loomed and the sky whispered promises of foul weather. Yet today the sky was a crystal clear blue. "Excellent." Whispered Axel, more to himself than the two friends who joined him in his compartment on the train. He adored weather like this. He didn't play Quidditch or anything in particular that good weather would enhance the experience of, but good weather on the way to Hogwarts was probably the best omen he could ever have gotten.
Axelanders three older brothers used to say that good weather on an important day had to mean something. They lived in a world of magic after all, coincidences are never just coincidences when the laws of nature are yours to bend to your will. And boy did he intend for this year to be a good one. Axel was not blind to the world around him. Albus Dumbledores death meant more than the loss of a great mind and the passing of the torch to Headmaster McGonagall. It meant the world was a much less safe place. The world cup disaster happened before his passing, who was to say what the Dark Lords followers would do now that the most firm beacon of the light had faded? His brother Daniel was a hit wizard, and Axels personal coach for dueling. While Axel knew Daniel was more than capable, the idea that his services may soon be called upon to face former Death Eaters and quell the inevitable blood feuds that would happen scared him somewhat. And who was to say how annoying the Slytherins would be this year. He overheard one of the ones a year his junior openly mocking the life of the deceased hero as he passed him on the platform. He would have raised a scene had it not been for the lads parent being right there. He instead chose to scheme a prank he would never forget. But that would come later. And now that Percy had graduated he might just be able to get away with more than he had in all his previous years combined! The ruddy carrot-top was gone! He was free!
But more importantly than all that, he was finally ready. In his fathers own words: "Axel you've been the best duelist at Hogwarts for two years now, and thought you may not have been a Ravenclaw like myself, I've never heard of a Gryffindor strive to not be the greatest. And I say this not as your father, but as an intellectual objectively assessing the prowess of a young man, you better enter the national tournament this year and wipe the floor with all of them, because you are ruddy scary." Axel chuckled internally at the memory. His father had silently walked in on him and Daniels duel in the basement and observed Axel soundly serve a fully grown hit wizard his arse on a silver platter.
"AXELANDER GRANT!" He heard as he was abruptly disturbed from his daydream of causing mischief and winning glory by the assertive sound of his friend Stacy shouting his name at near point blank range. He jolted with a fright and clutched his rapidly pumping heart. "Merlin, Morgana, and Arthur you damn near scared the life out of my you hag! AND DON'T USE MY FULL NAME!" He shouted back angrily, matching her glare. Her boyfriend and Axels longtime friend Conner pulled her back into his lap and shook his head with a grin. "Mate we've been calling your name for a solid minute and all you've done is grin like a git out the window at the sky. Can't blame her too much for shouting. You were acting like you were confounded or something." His grin matched his small Irish face, with brown buzzed hair lining his face, connecting with his stubble at his jaw. "Whats captured the attention of the ever aloof Axelander?" Stacy said, leaning back into her boyfriends broad chest. Stacy was a pretty girl, long curly brown hair and a very tanned body, her eyes a dull green and sharp. Axel looked at their cuddling with a slight wince of awkwardness. "Axelander is a dumb name. Why cant people just call me Axel?" He bemoaned as he ran his hands through is short, messy brown hair. His sharp grayish blue eyes, the same eyes all of his family members had, seemed to pierce through his fingers in an intense look at the couple before him. "First of all I am just thinking how dope this school year is gonna be. I mean yeah its not the greatest start, what with what happened over summer and all, but I have a couple plans. Prank some snakes, win nationals, and find a pretty girl to give my Hogsmeade weekends to. And hopefully I will be rewarded in turn for my efforts..." He said with a toothy grin. Stacy rolled her eyes as Conner chuckled and they went back to cuddling on their side of the compartment.
Axel was an attractive guy, and he was well aware of it. He had developed a small reputation as a womanizer, and his carefree attitude and poor marks in classes added to his bad boy repertoire. Axel wasn't one to kiss and tell, but among certain circles of the school it was well known he had a romantic roguish side. He was also seen as a bit of a bully, as he knew how to crack a joke at the expense of anybody, but especially Ravenclaws and Slytherins. He held no contempt for Ravenclaws, its just his whole family were bloody birds and he knew how to make them mad. Slytherins on the other hand... well he was a Gryffindor. That was enough justification for him.
He was by no means stupid, but he struggled tremendously with non practical magics. Transfiguration and potions in particular were always terrible subjects for him, as a sharp understanding of theory was important in both. because of this however many viewed him as a dud. That was simply because they had never been on the receiving end of his wand however. Axel was a damn genius of body language and offensive magic. He had gotten to the point where he could figure out what spell a wizard or witch was going to cast the second they moved their wand and lips. Short of silent, motionless spell casting Axel would know what was coming, and his extensive knowledge of fighting spells meant his counter was almost always effective. His own speed was near unmatched, and his countering due to his knowledge of body language always ensured he could stay on the offensive. On top of that the young man kept in good physical shape, allowing him to be agile on his feet, not having to waste time blocking every spell sent your way allowed his aggressive style of wandwork to flourish. Much like right now, he would think of battle strategy and different spell chains and counters while idle waiting for time to pass, and so Axel set to doing just that, and resumed his staring at the beautiful blue sky.
Axelanders three older brothers used to say that good weather on an important day had to mean something. They lived in a world of magic after all, coincidences are never just coincidences when the laws of nature are yours to bend to your will. And boy did he intend for this year to be a good one. Axel was not blind to the world around him. Albus Dumbledores death meant more than the loss of a great mind and the passing of the torch to Headmaster McGonagall. It meant the world was a much less safe place. The world cup disaster happened before his passing, who was to say what the Dark Lords followers would do now that the most firm beacon of the light had faded? His brother Daniel was a hit wizard, and Axels personal coach for dueling. While Axel knew Daniel was more than capable, the idea that his services may soon be called upon to face former Death Eaters and quell the inevitable blood feuds that would happen scared him somewhat. And who was to say how annoying the Slytherins would be this year. He overheard one of the ones a year his junior openly mocking the life of the deceased hero as he passed him on the platform. He would have raised a scene had it not been for the lads parent being right there. He instead chose to scheme a prank he would never forget. But that would come later. And now that Percy had graduated he might just be able to get away with more than he had in all his previous years combined! The ruddy carrot-top was gone! He was free!
But more importantly than all that, he was finally ready. In his fathers own words: "Axel you've been the best duelist at Hogwarts for two years now, and thought you may not have been a Ravenclaw like myself, I've never heard of a Gryffindor strive to not be the greatest. And I say this not as your father, but as an intellectual objectively assessing the prowess of a young man, you better enter the national tournament this year and wipe the floor with all of them, because you are ruddy scary." Axel chuckled internally at the memory. His father had silently walked in on him and Daniels duel in the basement and observed Axel soundly serve a fully grown hit wizard his arse on a silver platter.
"AXELANDER GRANT!" He heard as he was abruptly disturbed from his daydream of causing mischief and winning glory by the assertive sound of his friend Stacy shouting his name at near point blank range. He jolted with a fright and clutched his rapidly pumping heart. "Merlin, Morgana, and Arthur you damn near scared the life out of my you hag! AND DON'T USE MY FULL NAME!" He shouted back angrily, matching her glare. Her boyfriend and Axels longtime friend Conner pulled her back into his lap and shook his head with a grin. "Mate we've been calling your name for a solid minute and all you've done is grin like a git out the window at the sky. Can't blame her too much for shouting. You were acting like you were confounded or something." His grin matched his small Irish face, with brown buzzed hair lining his face, connecting with his stubble at his jaw. "Whats captured the attention of the ever aloof Axelander?" Stacy said, leaning back into her boyfriends broad chest. Stacy was a pretty girl, long curly brown hair and a very tanned body, her eyes a dull green and sharp. Axel looked at their cuddling with a slight wince of awkwardness. "Axelander is a dumb name. Why cant people just call me Axel?" He bemoaned as he ran his hands through is short, messy brown hair. His sharp grayish blue eyes, the same eyes all of his family members had, seemed to pierce through his fingers in an intense look at the couple before him. "First of all I am just thinking how dope this school year is gonna be. I mean yeah its not the greatest start, what with what happened over summer and all, but I have a couple plans. Prank some snakes, win nationals, and find a pretty girl to give my Hogsmeade weekends to. And hopefully I will be rewarded in turn for my efforts..." He said with a toothy grin. Stacy rolled her eyes as Conner chuckled and they went back to cuddling on their side of the compartment.
Axel was an attractive guy, and he was well aware of it. He had developed a small reputation as a womanizer, and his carefree attitude and poor marks in classes added to his bad boy repertoire. Axel wasn't one to kiss and tell, but among certain circles of the school it was well known he had a romantic roguish side. He was also seen as a bit of a bully, as he knew how to crack a joke at the expense of anybody, but especially Ravenclaws and Slytherins. He held no contempt for Ravenclaws, its just his whole family were bloody birds and he knew how to make them mad. Slytherins on the other hand... well he was a Gryffindor. That was enough justification for him.
He was by no means stupid, but he struggled tremendously with non practical magics. Transfiguration and potions in particular were always terrible subjects for him, as a sharp understanding of theory was important in both. because of this however many viewed him as a dud. That was simply because they had never been on the receiving end of his wand however. Axel was a damn genius of body language and offensive magic. He had gotten to the point where he could figure out what spell a wizard or witch was going to cast the second they moved their wand and lips. Short of silent, motionless spell casting Axel would know what was coming, and his extensive knowledge of fighting spells meant his counter was almost always effective. His own speed was near unmatched, and his countering due to his knowledge of body language always ensured he could stay on the offensive. On top of that the young man kept in good physical shape, allowing him to be agile on his feet, not having to waste time blocking every spell sent your way allowed his aggressive style of wandwork to flourish. Much like right now, he would think of battle strategy and different spell chains and counters while idle waiting for time to pass, and so Axel set to doing just that, and resumed his staring at the beautiful blue sky.