The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - will you be a quidditch pro or maybe a prefect? The year is now 2021, and now it's time for the next generation to make their mark. The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - and that is where the fun begins.
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During the day, Finn’s sleep hadn't exactly been peaceful. The leadership team had given him permission to change his lessons to theory only, in another professor's classroom for a term, but he slept even worse at night. It might have been the scene of most of his nightmares, but his classroom in the Astronomy Tower was also the place that he felt the calmest. No-one else, bar perhaps Ezra and a few Minstery of Magic investigators, had travelled to the heights since that night, but there were a lot of places in Hogwarts like that for a lot of different people.
He wishes that the sky wasn't clear. He can hear his heart start to beat faster as he wishes he couldn't see. The night was too short in the summer months for him to ease into the revitalising presence of moonshine. Wind blows through him, and he doesn't move to take shelter. Hands grip onto the exposed brick edge as he tries to not listen to every little thing. The school grounds were never silent, but it had been that night. His fingernails go white as the wind blows again, the rustling of various trees and bushes causing him to tense.
What catches him the most off guard is a far-away sound of something dropping to the floor.
Finn has to stop himself from running full pelt toward it. It's not that night, he reminds himself.
Harry Potter is dead, and there’s nothing he can do.
The professor reminds himself that he wouldn't have been able to do anything on that night either, and he shouldn't blame himself. He still does, but at least he tries to talk himself out of it most of the time. For a month since the incident, there was some progress. He had managed to keep himself composed around most members of staff, only displaying the proportionate amount of grief that most of the Wizarding World was feeling, but he feared having to teach a Potter or a Weasley any time soon. None of either family's children of Hogwarts age were on the premises, or at least not that he had noticed, but they'd have to come back at some point, and Finn would have to teach them. Everyone would express their condolences, and ask the children if they could do anything above and beyond for them, but the Astronomy Professor knew he couldn't even do that. He'd fall into apology after apology, and it would be both awkward for them and possibly a bit suspicious. Sure, he had managed to keep the truth to only the people who needed to know for investigative reasons, or those who were there, but could he stop himself from telling the immediate family?
“I'm so sorry for your loss, but I made sure your father was protected from the elements just moments after his death,” was probably not what any of the Potter children wanted to hear. Not now, and maybe even not ever.
Stepping back from the viewing balcony and picking up his wand, Finn whipped up a warm drink and sat in his chair. His eyes closed for a moment longer than he was expecting, but knew that even if he tried he wouldn't be able to sleep yet. A view of a broom splintered over a large area had greeted him, and if he closed his eyes again he knew what would come next. Instead, he sent off a quick hext to Ezra before easing into his chair again.
Just brewed up. Fancy one?
590 words // characters mentioned: Ezra A. Morris & potters & weasleys