First year was also a lot for Cameron to process, but for different reasons. He was a muggleborn, and part of his first year was simply spent absorbing the magic of the wizarding world. It hadn’t helped that his mother hadn’t been too keen on magic at the time (though her stance on that had quite obviously changed in the past four years). He hadn’t worried too much about his class work, but in the years that followed it became more apparent that to remain in the magic world he’d have to excel—or at least do well enough to keep a place at school.

“My Mum wouldn’t talk to me about school until she got engaged to Mr. Bell,” he admitted. Love really did work in strange ways, didn’t it? “But you’ve got to teach me how to do that. Or something like that.” Not only would it be useful for classes, but for scheduling quidditch and coming up with new strategies. He could envision it perfectly.

“I don’t know what prizes would work.” Although he was certain that he and Sloane could come up with “prizes” on their own without Alice’s help or knowing. Winning itself was enough of a surprise, though; anything else only made it more interesting. “But anything helps. I still need to figure out how to get into NEWT Potions. Did you know Professor Valenduris requires an O?” He hadn’t, and now he was scared to look at his other class requirements.

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