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"On this day, the thirteenth of June of the year two thousand and thirty four, in the spirit of honesty, safety and the equality of all mankind, the magical population and the non-magical population will no longer remain hidden from one another, but will be unified as one. Rather than withholding from one another, we today take a step toward a better future, as the union of two such extraordinary cultures and resources promises a betterment in quality of life for all. This statute applies to every living being that is capable of thinking and reasoning for itself. Either Discrimination or Deceptiveness in respect to the statute are both considered the highest form of noncompliance in all countries involved, and are punishable as treason. Every world leader, both magical and non-magical, have signed this statute in agreement that Transparency between the respective communities of the world is the best path toward knowledge and peace."
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<h1>its a first date</h1>
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Nervously, Duncan ran a hand through his hair again. He looked at himself in the mirror and figured he was probably the best he was going to get. He'd grabbed a black button up shirt, thrown his dark grey zip up sweater on top of it. He'd had a hard time deciding between dark jeans or a thicker trouser, and because of the weather, had decided to go with the thicker trouser. He'd decided on thick wool socks and his black shoes. His parents would be proud that he's not wearing "those common people jeans" and a long-sleeved shirt. <p>

He sighed. He was nervous. He knew Jessie liked him; they'd hung out and made out a few times that he didn't have to doubt that. Also, this was his first date. He and Astrid had just hung out and more often than not, ended up falling asleep.<p>

It was almost time for everyone to depart to Hogsmeade so he figured he should suck it up and go get Jessie. He took a deep breath, stood straight, nodded to himself in the mirror, and left his dormitory, walking through the common room. He quickly made his way to the Hufflepuff common room where he said he was gonna meet Jessie. He saw her standing outside the common room, looking more beautiful than he'd seen her before. Because he figured she'd dressed the way she had specifically for him. And that made his heart flutter.<p>

<b>"Hey,"</b> he said as he walked over and nervously took hold of her hand, instantly threading their fingers together. He just hoped he didn't look as nervous as he felt.
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how awkward could it be? | @Jess
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8 November, 2035 | @Casey Mullane

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<h1>despite the anger</h1>
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<i>Duncan,<p>

Your father and I have discussed Christmas. We feel you should be old enough to attend a family Christmas event without the crutch of friends, and so are requiring that you, and you alone, return home for Christmas for our annual trip. We will be going to the Caribbean this year. An island group called the Bahamas. We expect this news will disappoint you, despite our efforts to raise you as a proper son of a high society family. Son, you are too emotional. As we have said before, you must control these silly emotions of yours and only allow people to see you care when it benefits you and how you attain your goals.<p>

We have reservations about your dating the daughter of two aurors. This Astrid is not of a high society family, so we will not be giving our blessing. We are unsure whether we should approve this relationship or not. Maybe we should start making plans to promise you to a proper young lady? Let us know your thoughts.<p>

We understand you are a growing teenager, so we hope this letter finds you in a good mood. You often do not portray yourself as a proper member of London's high society should. If this does not change over Christmas, we may be forced to visit you at the school to root out the cause. Please, do not disappoint us.<p>

With dignity,<br>
Ms. Pebbles and Mr. Lyall Connery</i><p>

Duncan was fuming. His parents didn't "approve" of Astrid? They'd never even met her! She was daring, fiery, fun. She refused to let him wallow in self-pity, in his broody mess. She was his best friend and his confidante and they didn't "approve?" And hell no would he be letting them "promise" him to anyone. He would not put up with an arranged relationship simply to ease their reservations. Fuck no.<p>

And his parents had lied. Again. They'd said Duncan could invite his three friends along on their Christmas vacation to the Caribbean, but now, they had retracted that offer. It was stupid. Not that any of his friends could probably go anyways. But for his parents to have this letter delivered the day before his birthday, saying they would be unreachable for the next three weeks on vacation to Italy. They were too absorbed in themselves that they forgot his birthday. Again. Fifth year in a row.<p>

Taking the letter down to the common room, he collapsed into a couch, throwing the letter on the table in front of him. His eyebrows were drawn down, his arms crossed over his chest. Glancing up, he noticed the muggle sixth year, Casey M-something. Whatever. He looked just as grumpy as Duncan felt. <b>"You get bad news too?"</b> He grumped out towards the older boy.
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November 2, 2035 | @Liz

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<h1>and the thoughts</h1>
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Looking out at the Hogwarts grounds, Duncan sat high in the Astronomy tower. There were no classes today in the tower, so he was blissfully alone. It was a cloudy, overcast day with a terrible bite in the wind, but he didn't seem to mind. He had his robes on and could transfigure something if he needed a blanket. For now, he was fine just leaning against the railing of the tower. <p>

He'd been in a mood since yesterday. Duncan was broody. Duncan was irritated. With a lot of things. But mainly with himself. Because he was a dick. And maybe Marc had been right. Maybe he did need a niceness tutor. He was kind of a dick. But he hadn't been the only one! Duncan had been teasing when he mentioned Marc's arithmancy skills, but was that what had set it off? Or had he done something earlier than that? Was it about the skating rink? Maybe Marc had taken it as a personal insult, when Duncan had really meant that being pulled from his warm and comfortable bed to go play on ice in the middle of the damn night by his friends was what was stupid. Even if he did have fun.<p>

He just couldn't figure out how everything had gone so sour so fast. Well, it wasn't that difficult; he'd been insulting and basically had gotten violent with Marc. What the hell had he thought was going to happen when he literally threatened the boy's life? With his teeth? Like, where had that even come from? He'd never gotten actually violent when he was angry before. Was this something he'd have to watch out for now?<p>

Watching a bird flit in front of him on the tower, he sighed. Marc was right. He needed a niceness tutor. He needed something. Why couldn't he just figure out his own shit without needing someone to help him? He was a failure in that respect. And it was hard for Duncan to not feel like he was a failure for the miscommunication between him and Marc, and even harder still to not to just feel like a failure for any and all social interactions with anyone. Were Astrid and Matthew just putting up with him? He didn't think they were, but what if it was true? He hadn't really ever thought about this, but it had been in the back of his mind sometimes. The doubt. Then anxiety. The fear that he wasn't actually their friend and he was simply someone they pretended to put up with.<p>

But that couldn't be true, because Astrid and he were dating now and Matthew and he had climbed trees last month and talked about important shit. You don't do that with someone you're just putting up with.<p>

Back to Marc, though. Duncan knew he had to apologize. He'd been a dick. Merlin's beard, this would be hard. But he had to apologize. He thought if he went up to Marc and did it like that, Marc would probably glare it him or turn and go the other direction before he could even get a word out. No, he had to do something so Marc didn't know it was him until after he'd apologized. Maybe a letter? That should work.<p>

He went back down to the common room and went into his dorm room, getting out a quill and piece of parchment to write his apology on an unmarked envelope, the only writing on the outside reading "Marcus Barrow."
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<h1>he was intensity</h1>
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Astrid was off with her partners for Defense again, studying for the exam tomorrow, so Duncan had taken the time to head to the library to study for Arithmancy, but Merlin's beard, was it boring as hell. He sighed and tried to focus on his books again, evaluating the properties of the numbers 13 and 7, which was a bullshit assignment, because 13 was an unlucky, unhelpful number and someone would only use 13 of something during a magical ritual if they wanted to harm someone, and 7 was a magical, beneficial number, that brought balance to rituals and provided a good core to the ritual magic. This assignment was stupid and he pushed his book away, letting his head rest against the table. He began banging his head lightly against the table in frustration.<br><br>Duncan sat back up and pulled his homework back towards him, picking up his quill again and preparing to continue his essay. Arithmancy was one of his most hated classes, but he had to get through it if he wanted to become a healer. Which was stupid. Because healers don't even <i>use</i> arithmancy in their practices, since it's only a dull, boring subjects for students who like diviniation and numbers. <br><br>After setting his mind to the task, he completed the essay in record time, sighing hugely in relief when he was finished. Be rolled the parchment up, packed both the parchment and his textbook into his school bag, and took out his Defense Against the Dark Arts book to review the required spells for the exam the following day. They needed to know the disarming charm (expelliamus), the patronus charm (expecto patronum), the shield charm (protego), and the termination counter-spell (finite incantatem). Of these, he had yet to produce a full corporeal patronus, but he could produce the wispy white shine and knew vaguely what his animal was. He knew it had four legs. But he could do the shield charm and could terminate all spells in the vicinity using finite incantatem, something only three other students in the class could accomplish, a fact he was quite proud of as he'd never done spectacular in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Maybe his exam wouldn't be so bad after all.
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he was driving will and stubborn determination
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<h1>remember the day</h1>
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It had been a long, tough week. His classes without Astrid had dragged by unendingly, boringly. He had been successful in glaring one professor into submission and they had let his class go early, feigning sickness and rushing the students out the door. That had been the worst class of them all, arithmancy class taking on an extremely dull, depressing atmosphere on Friday afternoons when it was probably one of the last nice days before the cold of Scotland’s winters arrived. He’d sighed as he walked out of the class, shouldering his school bag which, despite the never-ending pockets inside and weightless charms, felt a million kilograms heavier every day. He’d need to have another weightless charm added soon if the old ones were wearing out already. <br><br>He and Astrid were planning to meet at one of the study lounges for students set on the sixth floor corridor, so he was on his way there now. He’d gotten used to climbing the thousands of stairs in Hogwarts castle, mostly because he climbed them for exercise as well as simple daily trips through the castle, such as to the Great Hall or classrooms. On his way up the stairs, he began thinking back to when they had first found this study lounge. Ari had informed everyone that she, and only she, knew of a new secret place for them to discover, to which Duncan muttered under his breath that someone else must have found this secret place before, the castle was big but not that big, and she had dragged them to this “secret” study lounge. Where the second and third year group of students had promptly found two seventh years in the midst of… Anyways, the point is it hadn’t been very secret, and Duncan had been right, but now they had it all to themselves. <br><br>Duncan finished climbing the stairs and began walking down the hall towards the lounge. He quickly ducked into the boys lavatory on the way before continuing towards their meeting place. When he arrived, he set his school bag down, rubbed his shoulder a little, and transfigured a chair into a small sofa. He was still practicing his transfigurations as they were definitely not his best subject. He transfigured it back before doing it again and finally sitting down. He then transfigured a second wooden chair into a stool for their feet to rest on. The room looked decently comfortable now, rather than two wooden chairs in a dusty, dirty old castle room.<br><br>Going back to thinking about the rough week, he felt bad. Astrid and he had only started dating a week ago, but in that week, they’d had hardly any time together outside of classes. Honestly, the only time they had together outside of class was at meals, where they’d alternated sitting at Gryffindor’s table and Slytherin’s table, more times than not at the latter, simply because Ari and Matthew also sat there. Even in their shared classes, it was hard to get a moment to talk. Potions had been unrelenting, practical potion brewing upon theory class, piled with homework to prepare them for their O.W.L.s later this year. Charms and Transfiguration had been no better. Herbology was somewhat of a relief, the class focusing more on how to rear certain new plants than essays and spells. Defense Against the Dark Arts had also taken a relieving turn, focusing more on reviewing their past four years and adding a little bit more background information into what they already knew. Arithmancy was dull and boring, repeating the same theories and mathematical formulas over and over, similar to the boring class History of Magic, still half taught by Professor Binns. His second elective, Care of Magical Creatures, was slightly interesting, as they were learning about more exciting creatures, like the different dragon species, phoenixes, and winged horses like thestrals. He liked caring for other creatures.He liked caring for others in general, which was why he was trying to study to become a healer.<br><br>While waiting for Astrid to arrive, he smiled softly and took out a book to read. He was tired of studying, and as it was a Saturday, he’d decided to read a novel instead. This one was a muggle story called The Screwtape Letters by a man named C.S. Lewis. So far, it had proven interesting and thought provoking. He made himself comfortable on the sofa with his feet up and waited patiently.
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