"Halstead!"
Leonard Blank hurried down the steps into the courtyard to catch up to the older boy. "Have a word?"
The fourth year was trying to sound serious. He was hoping to be taken seriously. Tennyson Halstead was older than him and he seemed carefree and confident in a way that Leo had never gotten the hang of. Halstead was, most importantly, good at Quidditch. The only problem was that he was a Gryffindor. But Leonard hoped that, somehow, this would not matter.

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