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[Edric Blight]

Magical Expectations​

A Harry Potter roleplay with OCs with myself and spongiecake

Starring Dewitt Bayswater and Julian Ridgeman.

This story will follow our characters through their seven year journey at Hogwarts during the golden trio era from 1991-1997.

 

[Edric Blight]

Dewitt Bayswater​

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At long last the day had finally arrived. It was here, September 1st, 1991. For a young eleven year old boy named Dewitt Bayswater living just outside of London, today was a very special day. It all began around a couple of months ago. The Bayswater family had been pleasantly minding their own business. It was night time and just after supper when the family of three was winding down in the living room after having just eaten dinner. Nothing could’ve prepared the seemingly perfectly normal family for what happened next that night. An owl had some how found its way into their home and it sent Mr. and Mrs. Bayswater into a frenzy as the large bird flew around the house. The boy of course, their one and only son Dewitt, was nothing but amused, laughing as his mother screamed and tried to shoo the owl out of their home. Once the owl had finally calmed down, that’s when they all noticed it carried a letter.

After Mrs. Bayswater successfully shooed the owl out of the house through one of the windows once the bird had dropped the letter it had in its beak, the family all gathered around to read the note curiously, an eager look in Dewitt’s eyes. It was Mr. Bayswater who ended up reading the letter aloud to the family. As he read it, he couldn’t believe the words on the piece of parchment. Mr. Bayswater’s brows seemed to be in a permanent furrow of confusion as he read the contents of the letter. By the time the man had finished, he was laughing at the absurdity of it all. Mrs. Bayswater couldn’t wrap her head around the rubbish her husband had just read. As for Dewitt, or “Dewey” as he was affectionately called by his nickname (or even “Witt”), the boy’s eyes were as wide as saucers and he had the biggest smile on his face. To the eleven year old, this news didn’t seem out of this world, even though it technically was. The letter had said that Dewitt was a wizard and was being accepted into a fancy wizarding school up in Scotland. His attention was fully captured now, which was hard to do for the hyperactive young boy. Now it all made sense- why objects seemed to float randomly at times or why things seemed to catch on fire due to spontaneous sparks coming from the boy. It was magic, and he had it.

Just as soon as the Bayswater family had begun to process the mysterious letter, there was a knock on their door. Mrs. Bayswater went to open the door and almost fainted at the sight that awaited her. Dewitt’s eyes widened as he saw a very large man with a scruffy black beard make his way into their home. The man, who introduced himself as Hagrid, gave the whole family the low down on the letter and what exactly this magical school called Hogwarts was. The giant man had explained that Dewitt was magical and was a wizard. It took the Bayswater parents a while to comprehend but eventually, Hagrid had managed to explain it all clearly to them and convince them that this wasn’t any sort of weird dream. Their son was really a wizard. The night Dewitt received his acceptance letter to Hogwarts wouldn’t be the last he’d see of this Hagrid fellow.

Hagrid was kind enough to help explain and help the Bayswater parents process that their son was a wizard and was being sent off to some magical school far away. He’d also been a huge help in getting Dewitt all set for his classes which he’d be taking at Hogwarts. Around a month later after receiving the strange letter and the visit from the large bearded man, Hagrid showed up at the Bayswater’s humble home in a town just outside of London. After gaining permission from his parents, Hagrid took Dewitt to a magical place in the wizarding world to get the boy his school supplies and the other essentials he’d need at the start of the semester. Dewitt’s trip to a place called Diagon Alley would be the boy’s first taste of the wizarding world.

Dewitt had never seen a place such as Diagon Alley before. For the muggle born boy, it was a magnificent experience all around. It was a hot summer day when Hagrid had taken Dewitt with him to Diagon Alley to get him set for the upcoming semester that would begin just in the next month. First, Hagrid had taken Dewitt to a book store to get him his textbooks and school supplies that he would need. Luckily the muggle boy had been given a grant by the school so all of his supplies were paid for. After retrieving his textbooks he’d need for his first year classes and even his very own set of quills and parchment, they moved on to a shop called Madame Malkin’s. There, Dewitt was fitted for his robes- a required part of the Hogwarts dress code. This process was rather boring to Dewitt as he mostly just had to stand still while Madame Malkin measured him and fitted him for his robes. Plus, Dewitt found the robes rather boring and bland- they were simply a black color with nothing else on them but the logo of the Hogwarts school near the chest area.

The last part of the Diagonal Alley trip though was by far Dewitt’s favorite. Hagrid had taken the young light haired boy to a place called Ollivander’s Wand Shop. Judging by the name, Dewitt assumed this was where he was getting his very own magical wand. As he walked in and saw all of the boxes and wands on display, Dewitt was determined to pick the very coolest wand. But he soon learned that this wasn’t how it worked. The old man working the shop stressed that it wasn’t the wizard who chose the wand but the wand who chose the wizard to be its master. After a little while, it appeared that an 11 inch wand made of dogwood with a unicorn hair core had chosen Dewitt to be its master. Having his own magic wand was just the coolest thing ever to Dewitt, especially as a boy who grew up muggle born and only knowing the muggle world. He couldn’t believe there was a whole magical wizarding world and that he’d get to be a part of it.

When Dewitt returned home later that evening after being dropped off by Hagrid, all the boy could do was talk his parents’ ears off about what he had seen and done at Diagon Alley. The poor Bayswater’s heads were spinning as they struggled to comprehend all of the crazy stuff their son was saying. The whole wizarding stuff was still very new and foreign to them. After the Diagon Alley trip, it was just a long month or so wait until the date specified on the letter that Dewitt was to report to King’s Cross Station to catch the train to Hogwarts- September 1st. But now, September 1st was finally here and Dewitt was bounding with energy and excitement.

That morning, it wasn’t Hagrid who came to Bayswater’s home but a kindly witch from the school that came to pick Dewitt up and help him get to King’s Cross Station. The witch reassured the worried Bayswater parents that their son would be ok and safe and well protected. Dewitt gave a hug and a kiss and said goodbye to his parents before taking his luggage trunk and heading out the door with the witch, who transported them magically to the King’s Cross Train Station. Dewitt felt a bit out of place in his black Hogwarts robes but as he looked around the busy train station, weirdly enough, none of the people hurrying on their way to work seemed to notice the witch and the boy in his strange robes. The witch then took Dewitt’s hand and told him to just follow her and keep going. That was all fine and good but when Dewey noticed that they were walking straight into a wall, he widened his eyes. Just as they made contact with the wall though, suddenly they were transported to a whole new place.

They hadn’t hit the wall but rather they went through it. Dewitt blinked and looked around, confused and struggling to process what had just happened. He then looked up and saw a sign that said “9 3/4,” which he thought was odd. How could a platform be a number and three quarters? As he looked around he noticed he was still in a train station but this time, the people here were dressed like him. There were plenty of kids both looking his age and older that were wearing the same black Hogwarts robes that he sported. It was then that the kindly witch assisting him welcomed him to Platform 9 and 3/4. Soon enough, the whistle of a train horn could be heard. Dewitt directed his attention to the tracks where a large bright red steam engine train was slowly hissing to a halt. A big plume of white smoke arose from its smokestack. The loud voice of a conductor could then be heard and that was everyone’s cue to start boarding the train. After wishing him good luck and saying goodbye, the witch assisting Dewitt waved as he was sent off. Dewitt gave a small wave and thanked the witch for her help before turning around and dragging his trunk behind him and approaching the train.

Dewitt made his way through a crowd of students and families. Many families were in the middle of tearful goodbyes as they sent their children off to the train to Hogwarts. There were also students, some of them with robes with colors on them and different logos from the basic Hogwarts logo Dewitt had on his own robes, were saying hello and reuniting with old friends. Eventually, Dewitt made it through it all and boarded the Hogwarts Express. The boy strolled down the aisle before settling on an empty compartment. Dewitt entered the compartment and set his luggage down underneath his seat and sat closest to the window. The boy sighed as he looked out the window and into the platform, seeing parents saying their final goodbyes. It made him miss his own parents but he was also excited because he was about to embark upon a very special and magical journey of his own. He couldn’t wait to get to this Hogwarts place that Hagrid had spoke so highly of.

 

[spongiecake]

- Julian Ridgeman -
House of Ravenclaw
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The biggest homes hold the coldest of hearts. Anyone can be born into something-- influenced and shaped by the atmosphere around them. If one spends enough time around something, it's natural for it to become second nature through habit. As many witches and wizards have started on their journey, a question has always arisen: What can magic shape you to become? You see, dear reader, there is no blood heroic enough to match one who holds an ancestry of dominion and power. It is fundamentally the greatest thing one can possess in a time-

Julian closed his book, sliding his riggedly sharp bookmark in between the pages, effortlessly. He was young and yet his reading comprehension was beyond those his age. It was exactly what his Father wanted him to be. And of course, the books assigned to him were from his Father- who just so happened to write the very book in front of him. From the Ridgeman Family's view, everything was for the taking-- the further ahead you were, the more power you had in your grasp. It was an intense way of thinking; however, there was little to no time for mistakes, much worse, slip-ups in the family.

The young boy, only 11 at the time, had a full schedule for the day. There were to be no interruptions, regardless of emergencies. His family wasn't strict- they were just focused. In the ever-changing world, there was so much potential for the young lad.

It would drain Julian to admit he was nervous-- nervous about the future Hogwarts held for him. It had been a week since the letter arrived. Its tea-stained paper stuck out from the wooden floors as it was dropped off by an owl. His father was quite upset that one of the maids was the first one to find it. His father treated the letter like gold, a rare occasion despite their family being well-off.

All that reading experience and yet he couldn't even read his special letter with his own eyes.

It didn't matter.

How could anyone be upset over a silly letter when the fact of the matter was that the young lad was going to Hogwarts! He wasn't upset. He was just..nervous..

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The early morning wind was especially cold. The boy's cheeks burned red as he slipped through the crowd with his Father and Mother. He was surrounded by strangers and yet he wasn't afraid. For once, Julian might have felt excited to discover something new-- however, he wasn't certain of that yet. There was too much to think about, too much to prepare for. He needed to be sharp as a tack upon his arrival.

The young boy stood tall as he walked alongside his parents. The small bag in his hand felt lighter with each step he took. The mix of nervousness and excitement was hard to hide but with the use of his black scarf, he covered his mouth partially.

Once they reached the train station, it seemed that time had sped up. Julian's father didn't say much during their departure. He didn't have to. Julian had always waited for this day. After all, both of his parents had attended Hogwarts. Their stories were intriguing when they'd let a story or memory loose from their hiding past.

As for Julian's mother, she kissed him on the forehead, wishing him the best of luck while secretly knowing he didn't need it. He was a smart boy after all. He was her lovely son.

Julian was a Ridgeman.

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The Hogwarts Express, as enchanting as it was, smelt of black licorice and steam (the type you'd smell if someone was washing their laundry). The carpet was clean and its patterns held so much history within them. The boy silently thought about how many Wizards and Witches stepped foot on this very train at his age.

Julian walked forward, passing all the fully occupied train carts. It seemed that most of them were full, preoccupied by the returning students who preferred to sit with their friends. For such a prestigious school, some of the other students seemed a bit rowdy. You could hear cheering and the sound of laughter from some of the carts.

A free cart appeared, or at least it seemed to be empty. Julian peered into the window, noticing that there was a boy alone in the cart. It was better than nothing. Without forgetting his manners, Julian tapped on the glass window, trying to get the other's attention.

 

[Edric Blight]

Dewitt had closed the door to his compartment before settling down and sitting but there was a window on the door so anyone couldn’t looked in and saw that the compartment was only occupied by the one boy. Around him, Dewey could hear compartments full of kids already making new friends or reuniting with old ones, talking, laughing, and having a good time. He was content to sit in silence for now, ironic for a boy who liked to talk and just generally make noise. Dewitt was minding his own business looking out the window and into the platform when suddenly, he was distracted from the excited thoughts of Hogwarts racing through his mind. Dewitt perked up as he heard a tapping on the glass of the window on the door to his compartment.

The boy quickly turned his head around to look through the window on the door. His eyebrows raised as there he saw another young boy standing outside. The boy outside had curly blonde hair and a stunning pair of beautiful eyes. Dewitt, always one to be polite and always willing to entertain a social interaction, quickly got up and out of his seat and pulled the door open. “Hullo mate,” Dewitt greeted the boy. Dewitt’s own accent was a bit rough. He was clearly from muggle London and it was evident through the way he spoke. He didn’t speak a perfect sophisticated Queen’s English like one of a pure blooded wizarding family might. His accent was a little rough around the edges, just like Dewey himself was.

There was something about the boy before him that exuded high class and excellence, something Dewitt wasn’t used to seeing on a daily basis. “Oi, you look a bit tense, don’t ya?” Dewitt said with a playful grin. To him, this boy looked like one of those prep school boys. Dewitt personally attended public schooling in London his whole life but this boy reminded him a lot of the well kept and high class preppy boys. “Take a seat lad, there’s more than enough room!” Dewitt said, sitting back down and leaning back with a smile. “Unless I decide to take a good nap here on this train then you might need to make some room,” joked Dewitt with a chuckle, already showing his talkative side. “I’m only pullin’ yer leg though mate,” said Dewey as he flashed a little wink to the new boy.

 

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In an instant, Julian’s small luggage felt heavy. He wanted to put his bag down, but certainly not in this room. The stranger had quickly gotten up, swinging open the compartment door. It was a nice thing to do.

Julian stood quietly as he listened to the other speak in a fast manner. His accent was unsettling and hard to understand at first. The boy in front of him definitely wasn’t what Julian was accustomed to. It now made sense why this room was barely occupied.

The Stranger pointed out his tenseness- a quite rude thing to do, causing Julian to frown a bit. Was he tense? He felt fine. The only thing bothering him was his heavy luggage, which seemed to be growing on him- though, if you were to ask him, he’d say their one-sided conversation was more troubling than anything else. . .

Julian watched as the boy with the funny accent leaned back, playfully teasing about napping. He was quite rambunctious and they hadn’t even exchanged words yet.

“Erm,” Julian muttered softly as he tried to dismiss the urge to crinkle his nose with judgment (a look that both his mother and father were skilled at).

“I’m good, thank you…”

Julian politely tried to dismiss himself from the situation. The boy then glanced back down the hallway, wishing to Merlin that there were empty rooms up ahead.

 

[Edric Blight]

Dewitt grinned as he sat and looked at the stranger standing outside the door. He was thrilled to finally have an ear to talk to. Clearly though, the boy here was a bit uncomfortable, which Dewitt could detect. Dewey just didn’t seem to detect that the reason the stranger was rather uncomfortable was because of him and how he came off. He was bounding with energy and came off strong, talkative as ever. Not only that but his accent was rough, clearly a classic urban London accent, nothing like any high class sophisticated sort of “Queen’s English.” Dewitt just screamed muggle born to anyone who was pure blooded, and unfortunately for Dewey he had no idea what either of those two terms meant.

The light color haired boy continued to smile as he looked at the stranger, but the boy standing in the door way seemed hesitant. He then seemed to decline Dewitt’s offer to sit with him and looked down the hallway, seemingly indicating that he was going to find somewhere else to sit. This made Dewitt frown. Maybe he had come off too strong, he thought, cursing himself internally for it. It was always a hit or miss with the boys back at school at home. This boy standing in the doorway had a noticeably different British accent than Dewitt. It was articulate, pleasant sounding, and sophisticated- clearly of a boy of high class and social status.

“Oh…” said Dewitt softly, crestfallen as he looked down at his laps and frowned, nervously twiddling with his fingers. Really the boy was just excited at the prospect of a potential new friend, but his talkativeness and joking probably turned the stranger off. Dewitt couldn’t help it though, it was in his nature. “A- alright then…” he said quietly, his voice with a much sadder and less passionate and bright tone than before. The stranger both looked and sounded like one of those rich prep school boys from back home. It seemed you could judge a book by its cover because he seemed to be exactly that. Maybe it was for the better if this kid didn’t want to sit with him, he thought. He didn’t need that negative energy. “Well good luck I suppose,” he said with a small shrug.

 

[spongiecake]

It was early in the morning and Julian didn’t have time for any silly games. The young boy seemed nothing but a distraction.

With that thinking in mind, Julian sharply turned and began walking down the hallway. He only took a few steps before the figure of a Train Conductor was seen, walking in his direction.

“The Train’s all full, my boy! Turn ‘round now and find yourself a seat,” he said, flicking his hand in the air. The train had a rigorous schedule to keep after all.

Julian hesitated for a moment. His head felt groggy from being up so early. He was a smart kid but he never was a morning person.

With a sharp sigh, the boy turned back around and swiftly walked into the train cabin. He kept his eyes down, somewhat displeased about his seating arrangement. After all, Hogwarts was a long journey— even by train.

“Trains all full,” Julian murmured, as he sat down on the leather train bench.

He glanced out the window, then at his bag which was by his side. Properly, he leaned over with his luggage and stowed it away. Julian took his time. In his mind, if he took a longer time being preoccupied, he wouldn’t have to exchange words with the other fellow.

 

[Edric Blight]

Dewitt frowned as he watched the boy leave and go find somewhere else to sit. This left Dewey alone and rather than being excited as he previously had been, he was rather down now. The encounter with the stranger had left a sour taste in his mouth. He’d been nothing but kind and friendly in his offer of a seat to the boy but he had completely turned it down. Maybe this whole making friend things at Hogwarts was going to be harder than Witt had thought. It was always those preppy boys, he thought to himself with a roll of his eyes.

Dewey sat alone in the train and only became more down in the dumps as the minutes passed and not one person came to sit with him. He figured he was going to have to survive the few hours long journey alone and sighed, his shoulders sinking as his mood only deflated more. It seemed like everyone had boarded the train and it was set to depart from the station at any moment but along came someone, entering the compartment. It was the boy from before who had completely shut down the notion of sitting with Dewitt.

Dewitt raised his eyebrows, a bit stunned and surprised to see the boy back. They lowered though as the stranger, who seemed less than thrilled and like coming back to sit here was a chore for him, said that everywhere else was full as he sat down and handled his luggage. “Oh so I guess now you come back and suddenly want to sit with me?” Dewitt asked in a slightly irritated mutter as he crossed his arms and looked at the boy who seemed to be taking much longer than was necessary to stow away his luggage under his seat. “Guess you’re stuck with the bottom of the barrel now, eh?” Dewitt asked bitterly. “Didn’t even think to ask if you could sit here either, huh? Just sat right down, like you own the place and it’s your right,” said Dewitt. Prep boys were all the same, he thought to himself.

 

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Julian’s eyes glanced up, noticing that the annoying kid was about to start something. He had a real attitude on him and a tone that wasn’t welcomed in most places.

The boy folded his arms and snickered softly. His eyebrows raised as he began taking a better look at the stranger in front of him.

“You’re going to be trouble at school. Are you sure you’re even on the right train?”

Julian squinted softly, looking at the boy a little closer. His coat jacket looked to be made of a cheaper material, which was unusual but not uncommon. However, the stranger’s accent puzzled him. Julian’s life was filled with wizards and witches— he hadn’t heard any accent quite like the boy’s.

“Tell me,” he leaned forward with his arms still crossed, “You’re going to Hogwarts, hm? Where are you from then?”

 

[Edric Blight]

As the boy across from him with the curly blonde hair spoke, Dewitt could hear more and more of the sophisticated high class British accent he had. It was a stark contrast from his own urban accent. Dewitt raised an eyebrow as the stranger crossed his arms and seemed to snicker. It all felt very condescending to Dewitt. It seemed that the stranger wasn’t at all in any mood to be friendly, and it really put Dewitt off to the boy even more. He was certainly the epitome of everything that was wrong with rich and preppy kids.

“I think it would’ve been better for the both of us if you didn’t come back,” snorted Dewitt. “Why don’t you go sit somewhere else with someone who does belong?” Dewitt asked with a mocking smirk. “And if you must know, I’m from London and yes, I am going to Hogwarts, thank you very much,” he said indignantly, crossing his arms. “Where might you be from? If I had to take a guess it’s some place that never bothered teaching you any common decency,” he scoffed, embittered by the first encounter from before with this boy.

 

[spongiecake]

What a rude young man! Julian’s brows furrowed, and his lips pressed into a thin line as he processed the words hurled his way. He maintained his composure, sitting still yet tense. He was quite mature for his age and knew how to handle a fight, despite being around a more proper crowd.

“Well, aren’t you a hot-head..” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Like I said, there aren’t any free cabins. I would have left otherwise, I assure you.”

A subtle hint of disgust flashed in his eyes. He hated London.. it was too— well.. populated with muggles. Their dirty blood covered the streets… such magic-less people. It was pathetic!

“Goodness,” Julian chuckled softly with a tone of snobbery in his voice. “You are on the wrong Train. Last I knew, filthy non-mags weren’t allowed.”

 

[Edric Blight]

Dewitt kept his arms cross and just scoffed, rolling his eyes at the boy across from him. The brash London boy was certainly showing in Dewitt now. Dewitt sensed an odd air of superiority about the stranger that made him feel uncomfortable. This was only exasperated as the boy continued to speak. The stranger had called him a hot head. It was certainly not a foreign term to him. He’d been told a couple of times he did tend to speak his mind, sometimes a bit too freely.

It was then that the snobby boy before him used a term that gave Dewitt pause- a term Dewitt had never heard before. Dewey raised a confused eyebrow, one over their other as he tried to process what the stranger had just called him. “Non-mag?” Dewitt asked, repeating the word. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, practically demanding an explanation. “And filthy? I can assure you I’m not dirty!” Dewitt said, sitting up straighter as he defended himself. “What gives you the right to say such a thing?” Witt asked.

 

[spongiecake]

Julian's expression changed -- in the worst way possible, that is. He sat up a bit stranger and smiled as he looked out the window. The train hadn't even moved yet and their conversation was already getting heated. Hopefully, not everyone was like this fellow. Julian glanced back to his traveling companion.

"It seems you're stupid too, I guess."

It was rude, but Julian's sense of respect left once he realized where the boy's accent was from. He was a muggle- a person whom his parents hated. Heck, many people hated muggles! They ruined so many things, corrupting the world with their idiotic ideals. It wasn't just by chance that muggles didn't have magic. It was pure natural law. After all, not everyone can be a wizard or witch!

The young boy sighed, agonized by the conversation he was having. If only his parents were here. What did he do to deserve this bad of luck?

"Listen, I don't know how you made it on this train, but just know that when you get to Hogwarts, not a lot of people are going to like you." He said, not as harsh as he'd expect. His words were more straightforward, plain and simple.

"And from the few words I've spoken with you, I don't think you're ready to handle that reality."

 

[Edric Blight]

Dewitt scrunched up his face looking extremely offended at the boy’s words. Too stupid? Now this boy was insulting his intelligence, and Dewitt didn’t take to kindly to that. Witt would’ve went on but as the stranger continued, he was stunned into silence. Dewitt raised his eyebrows, looking both surprised and confused as the boy across from him informed him that apparently people at Hogwarts weren’t going to like him. Why that was, Dewitt had not a clue. He didn’t understand why people wouldn’t like him. Was it the way he presented himself or the way he talked? Never did the thought cross his mind that it was because he was muggle born and wasn’t born pure blooded to a witch and a wizard.

“What are you even going on about?” Dewitt asked, his brow furrowed, growing more and more irritated with the boy across from him and his stupid little fancy British accent. “I’m not stupid!” he said loudly, defending himself and his dignity. “I think I’ll be just fine at Hogwarts, thank you very much! I wouldn’t have gotten the letter if I didn’t belong!” Dewitt said, growing rather heated at the condescending and demeaning nature of this stranger whose name he didn’t even know, nor did he really care to know.

 

[spongiecake]

"You think you'll be fine, huh? Very well then, if you say so," Julian shrugged as he spoke in a sarcastic tone.

From there, Julian stayed quiet. He didn't want to argue or ever speak anymore. It seemed pointless. Plus, what would he gain in talking to a muggle? He hoped in his mind that no one would pay attention to who he was sitting next to on the train. After all, he wanted to make a good impression and he didn't need a mud-blood screwing things up. He hated being harsh-- or even getting into trouble -- and the kid in front of him seemed to be nothing but trouble. So, it was best to stay away. Julian needed to keep his cool.

Just then, a loud humming sound filled the air. Some squeaks echoed from rusty wheels grinding on the cold, metal tracks. The Train had finally finished boarding, despite there being no spare rooms. It seemed that it would just be the two of them in the roomette. Everyone had gotten situated, which meant that their departure from the Train State had commenced. Next stop-- Hogwarts!

 

[Edric Blight]

Dewitt still had many questions. What was a “non-mag?” Why were people going to dislike him? What had this stranger so uptight and rude? Witt just scrunched up his face in disgust for the boy across from him and his nasty and sarcastic comments. Surely people like this were not the type that Dewitt wanted to associate himself. This boy just reeked of insecurity and wealthy entitlement. Unfortunately for Dewitt though, he was completely unaware that he himself reeked of muggle born origins. His accent and his appearance screamed that he was muggle born and from a muggle city like London.

Eventually Dewitt could hear and feel a rumbling from beneath him as the train started to move and leave the station. The last thing Dewey wanted to do was talk to this awful boy sitting across from him. He was content to grumpily stare out the window and pay the other no mind as he watched the British countryside go by as the train clacked along the tracks. At some point during the journey, the tense silence was broken as the door to their compartment opened. Dewitt quickly turned around from the window and looked at the doorway. Standing in the aisle was an old woman who had a trolley cart. On this cart were many different items with odd names, none of which Dewitt had ever seen in his life before.

“Anything from the trolley, dears?” the kindly old lady asked with a sweet smile. “Bloody hell! What’s that?” he asked aloud as he pointed at all of the candies on the trolley. “What are all of these?” he asked, unintentionally revealing that he was indeed a muggle born who had never once encountered these treats that were common in the wizarding world. Every pure blooded child growing up in the wizarding world knew of these magical candies. Dewitt did not, and it showed that he had been raised by muggles.

 

[spongiecake]

The old woman looked sweet, an old soul you could trust. Though, her trolley cart looked a bit sweeter. Julian had a sweet tooth, though he would never admit that. His parents really only let him have sugary sweets on his birthday, claiming that it wasn't the best for a growing mind. But hey, they weren't here now were they?

Julian was about to ask a question before he was cut off. The sparkle in his eyes dimmed out as he was reminded that there was another fellow in his quiet roomette. The boy next to him was clueless AND he didn't have any manors. He was doomed.

"Didn't your Mother teach you to be more respectful.." Julian muttered under his breath.

He scanned the cart, unsure of what the other was asking about.

"What are you referring to? The Fizzing Whizbees or the Pepper Imps..? The Pepper Imps are disgusting by far. They pop in your mouth and make your ears tickle," he admitted. He wasn't a candy expert, but most children to wizards and witches knew at least a few magical treats.

 

[Edric Blight]

Dewitt’s eyes scanned the contents of the trolley back and forth. There were all sorts of magical treats with wacky names he had never even heard of before. It was a good thing the trolley witch was such a sweet, kind, and patient old lady. Witt had chosen to ignore whatever the other boy had muttered about him and kept his eyes glued to the trolley. It was then that the boy across from him inquired as to what exactly he was asking about, naming off a couple of candies. Dewitt of course had never heard of either of them and the names just seemed to foreign to him.

Dewey looked over at the nameless boy with eyes wide with wonder. “All of it!” he blurted with a smile. “I’ve never quite seen anything like this! We don’t have any of these candies back at home in London,” he rambled on, the brightness and animation once again returning to the muggle born boy, seemingly forgetting all his troubles and gripes with the lad across from him. “Whizzing Frisbees?” he asked, incorrectly recalling the name of one of the sweets. “Pepper Imps? These all sound bloody made up to me!” Dewitt giggled, his melodic laughter filling the compartment.

 

[spongiecake]

Julian frowned, crossing his arms. Of course, the muggle was unaware of magical candy! Did he even know that he was going to a magical school? One thing was for certain, he didn't want to be around the kid when it came time for potion lessons. The smart students know to choose their potion partners wisely. You'll never know who's a knucklehead. It just takes a fraction of a mistake to cause a lot of trouble.

"Fizzing Whizbees. It's sherbet," he corrected the fellow. "Do they even have sherbet in London?"

The boy glanced back at the trolley, silently appreciative that the old woman was still there, ready to assist them with their needs.

"Hmm.. I think I'll take," Julian paused for a moment, second-guessing himself as he rescanned the trolley cart. There were a lot of decisions. He couldn't imagine how hard it would be to choose without even knowing what some of the stuff was. You could easily pick something gross-- like the chocolate frog. He hated frogs. Plus, it was quite gross to see your treat turn into a bouncy frog.. the spell worked a little too well on the chocolate.

 

[Edric Blight]

Dewitt nodded, taking note of the boy’s correction of the candy name he had gotten wrong. “Pfft, of course they have sherbet in London!” he blurted out, grinning. “I’ve just never heard of a Fizzing Whizbee before!” he said, looking in awe at the sweets on the cart. “I want to try all of them!” Dewitt said eagerly with a big smile. Unfortunately he didn’t know that he didn’t have the correct wizarding currency to pay for anything on the trolley. The trolley witch certainly had the patience of a saint as she waited for both boys to order something.

Dewitt’s eyes then came across the chocolate frogs. “Chocolate frogs?” he asked curiously. “People eat frogs covered in chocolate? That sounds rather gross! Doesn’t it?” he asked, giggling a bit at the prospect of something so icky. Really, chocolate frogs were entirely chocolate and it actually real frogs. They were simply magically enchanted to bounce and hop around and behave like real frogs.

 

[spongiecake]

"All of it? Bad idea. You don't want to puke at the Sorting Ceremony. You'll get a weird nickname and never live it down," Julian was speaking more now, but he felt like a babysitter. Did the stranger have any good ideas? Didn't seem so.

"Come on now, don't be rude to the Misses... she can't wait all day for you to make a decision," Julian added. He glanced at the trolley cart, ready to order without being interrupted this time.

"I'll have the Cauldron Cakes, please," he requested politely. Julian needed to set a good example. "The frogs aren't actually frogs. It's chocolate in a frog mold. There's a spell that makes them croak and jump," he corrected the other.

Julian glanced at the edge of the trolley cart. An idea came into his mind.

"You should try the Flavored Beans. They come in some interesting flavors," he chuckled softly, trying to hide his excitement in such a witty suggestion.

"I won't go into detail about the flavors, but you should trust me! It's something you won't forget trying."

In actuality, most of the Flavored Beans, made by Bertie Bott, were disgusting. There were plenty of crazy flavors like earwax, grass, and even vomit. You had to be crazy to create such things-- and stupid to try them!

 

[Edric Blight]

The boy across from him did have a point. Maybe stuffing himself silly with every type of candy wasn’t the greatest decision to make. “Oh, right… maybe not the best idea,” said Dewitt softly, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Dewitt then nodded in a state of silent intrigue as the stranger explained to him that the chocolate frogs weren’t actually real living frogs but were magically enchanted by spells and entirely made of chocolate. Dewitt thought of picking out the chocolate frog but he didn’t know how comfortable he felt with his food moving and making noise. That was going to be hard to stomach for Dewey.

There was so much to choose from and Dewitt’s head was spinning. He honestly didn’t know what to get. Then the nameless boy made a suggestion- Bertie Bott’s Flavored Beans. Dewitt raised his eyebrows and curiously looked over at the box of Bertie Bott’s on the trolley. From a first glance, they looked innocent enough. “Ok, those just look like jelly beans- I’ve had those at home plenty of times before,” said Dewey with a shrug. “I’ll have the box of Bertie Bott’s then!” Dewitt told the old lady with a smile, forgetting his “please” at the end. The poor boy didn’t know at all what he was getting into. Bertie Bott’s weren’t just any regular jelly beans.

 

[spongiecake]

With the final decisions being made, the older woman hovered over the cart. With a flourish, she presented Dewitt with a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, each bean shimmering with magical potential. They looked so colorful in the clear bag, seeming effortlessly delicious. Then, she handed Julian his cauldron cakes, packaged yet fresh as ever. They were warm to the touch, maintaining a warm heat for whoever would enjoy them.

"Thank you, misses," Julian said, politely.

He took his Cauldron Cakes which were warm enough to soothe his cold hands. His eyes were set on the boy across from him. Julian was eager to see his reaction to the disgusting jelly beans.

"Enjoy, my dears," the old woman exclaimed as she then continued down the hallway to the other cabins. After all, there were plenty of other children to serve treats to!

 

[Edric Blight]

Dewitt grinned, blissfully unaware of the unpleasant experience he was about to have as he took the box of Bertie Bott’s from the trolley witch. “Thanks!” he said as he eagerly looked down at the box in his hands. The witch had handed the other boy his Cauldron Cakes and wished the two of them well before closing the door gently and moving on to the next compartment. Dewitt and the boy whose name he did not yet know were alone and left to themselves once again.

The muggle boy always had a sweet tooth. But, he enjoyed muggle sweets. Wizarding sweets was a whole new ball game that Dewitt was entirely unfamiliar with. Without wasting any time, Dewey quickly ripped open the box and peered inside. It was full of innocent enough looking jelly beans, indistinguishable from muggle jelly beans. Dewitt was rather hungry so he eagerly dug his hand into the box and pulled out a jelly bean. He smiled before opening his mouth and putting it inside, beginning to chew.

Unfortunately for Dewitt, he had been incredibly unlucky on his first try. The smile on Dewitt’s face quickly turned to a face of disgust. As Dewitt chewed, his eyes widened at the taste. This wasn’t a tasty fruity flavor- it tasted awful! Dewey’s face scrunched up as he struggled to chew through the disgusting tasting jelly bean. He looked around, so badly wanting to spit out the nasty tasting jelly bean onto the floor but knowing he couldn’t do that. So, with no other options left, Dewitt closed his eyes shut tight and took a big audible gulp as he swallowed the jelly bean.

Once it had gone down, Dewitt opened his eyes again and stuck out his tongue, gagging and making a disgusted face. “Yuck!” he shouted. “What’s the deal? What the bloody hell was that?” he asked, wanting an explanation. “That tasted like rubbish! Is all wizard candy this shit?” he asked, still gagging and trying to get that awful taste out of his mouth. “I think I’m going to be sick…” said Dewitt uneasily as he put a hand on his stomach. Never had he ever tasted something so disgusting. He’d even take asparagus over this, and he hated asparagus. His mother was always forcing him to eat those wretched vegetables.

 

[spongiecake]

Julian's eyes were practically sparkling as he watched the boy eat one of the jellybeans. Would he be foolish enough to eat a whole handful? He wished! The young boy tried to guess the flavor judging by the glimpse of color he saw. Whatever the flavor was, it looked disgusting! This would be fun to watch.

He couldn't help but laugh, snickering and slightly snorting. He covered his mouth with his hand, but his eyes couldn't help but give away his smile.

"Pfft-- Oh, my Merlin! Your face," he said, through his laughter.

"Ha-ha! That's priceless-- really!!"

Julian clutched his stomach and leaned forward laughing. It seemed that the other boy wanted to spit out the jelly bean but there wasn't a trashcan! How rich! It had been a while since he had laughed this hard at such a silly little thing.

"What's the matter, lad?! You don't like magical jelly beans?" He smirked softly as he spoke sarcastically. Julian's formalities were slowly sinking as he called the other boy lad.

"Okay, fess up-- what was the flavor? What did it taste like?"