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“Well if it isn’t my favorite seeker,” Fin laughed, grinning widely at Elise. “What brings ye back to Hogwarts? Dinnae tell me Seeker Weekly’s doing a piece on the league here - it’s hardly anythin’ special.” Falling into step beside his former classmate, Fin glanced about the Hall. “Tell me where yer off to. I’ll lead the way.”

“I’m so excited to actually be back at the castle. I have so many great memories here.. now if I could just remember which way is which I’d be set.” The blonde let out a soft chuckle as she tucked her hair behind her ears. “I honestly have such horrible sense of direction if I’m not on a broom.” 

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“Aye, so I’ve heard. That’s precisely what I’ve come here to talk to ye about, mate,” Fin started, walking toward the front of the classroom, sparing grins to the last stragglers filtering out as he did. Facing Kai, he gave the man a small grin and shrugged a shoulder. “Thought we could go down to Hog’s Head and celebrate if yer up for it. Weasley’s finally lettin’ me back into the pub, so we got two things to drink to. What do ye say?”

Kai sat back in his desk after the class ending, having found himself a little more worn out than he normally would have been. He looked up to see someone hanging back in the classroom. “Can I help you? If I must please make it quick, I must be getting to the Hospital Wing today is my final check up with Walsh before she removes my stitches.”

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Just go fuck someone and get over her already

“I’m over her and I dinnae even have to sleep with anyone.”

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Have you thought about dating again? I love Malsh as much as the next person but you deserve happiness regardless who it's with and it doesn't look like that's with Olive :(

“Okay.”

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At the sight of the dejected slytherin, Fin offered a sweet smile. “Dinnae worry, laddie, I’m sure ye’ll be brilliant. Ye come by tomorrow and we can have a one on one practice, I’ll help ye work on your skills,” he nodded at the young man, boosting his confidence as he walked away. Turning to Nick, Fin crossed his arms over his chest. “Ye dinnae need to be so tough on him. A good captain keeps up the morale for everyone, especially the ones that wanna try out. If ye wanna have a strong team, ye treat everyone with respect and kindness, ye got it? Ye never know what kind of potential he has; for all ye know he could be the next great seeker or keeper. Dinnae scare away any potential talent.” Fin knew what he was talking about. He captained the Hufflepuff team for two years and managed two house cups as captain. On top of that, he’d been with the Magpies for four years and won two league cups during that time. But the ‘puff in him hated seeing captains and older team players act so cruel toward the hopefuls. That young slytherin could have been very promising, and Nick’s lack of enthusiasm could have extinguished the fire of passion within him.

“Listen I don’t care how great your mummy says you are kid, if you want a spot on the team you gotta try out like everybody else.”

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Fin smiled weakly at the girl when she began calling him "Professor". He hated the title. It always felt so wrong. He wasn't a professor - he felt more like a glorified baby sitter. Teaching flying wasn't anything spectacular or life changing. It wasn't like Charms or Potions or Defense Against the Dark Arts - once people learned how to apparate, broomsticks were irrelevant. Fin knew it, hated it. "Ye can call me Fin," he said, because at the end of the day that's all he was. Fin. Just plain old Fin. "Yer welcome," he started in a small voice, eyes dropping down. "I'm sure yer tired of hearing it, I just..." He paused a moment, swallowing against the thickness growing in his own throat before giving her a smile. "I knew him. Well. He was a great man, and... Yeah, I just it dinnae feel right to not come and say somethin go ye." He sniffled a little, giving her a grin as he decided to change the topic of conversation. "How are ye liking here? Seems like a pretty fun job. What do they have ye doing here?"

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Fin watched from the side, seeing what looked like the Chudley Cannons manager hang his head in dejection as he slowly exited the office. Whatever the bloke wanted, Fin was sure it was a ridiculous thing. But he wasn’t going to pry. He wasn’t there to talk quidditch or anything. This was more personal. Shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, he glanced over at the intern - one Charlotte Wood - with a slight frown on his face. Her father was a friend of sorts of his father, it only felt right to come and share his sympathies in person. Timidly, Fin moistened his lips before approaching the girl. “Hi,” he said softly, fingers dancing against the edge of her desk. “I uh… I just wanted to come by and say… Hello.” His cheeks turned red as he looked down, “And to offer my condolences for yer loss.” 

Charlotte sat there for a second as her eyes had fell onto the flying professor. She had been avoiding the conversation about her fathers death since it had happened, she had been focused on her job and Bella. Charlotte Wood didn’t have time to mourn her fathers death. “Prof–” Charlotte began as she cut herself sort, realising that she wasn’t actually in school anymore. “Sorry force of habbit.” She quickly apologized as her expression had dropped slightly at the mention of her loss. “Um.. thank you.” Charlotte begun as she looked at the pile of papers on her desk. 

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Olive’s face hardened, and she sent Finlay a glare. She was ready to let him go. He was being a stubborn child, and if he wasn’t willing to accept her help then she wasn’t going to force him into taking it. But when he passed by her, resting against the wall as he stumbled to leave, she put her pride behind her and moved towards him. She was a healer, and her main priority was to make sure the people in this castle were healthy. “You do, Fin. You might not want to admit it, but look at yourself. You can barely walk. Now come with me to the hospital wing and let me heal you.” Grabbing his arm firmly, she started to lead him towards the hospital wing. “And I’m not asking.”

He wanted to fight her again. The last thing he wanted was to spend more time there with her, or to have her helping him in any way. But Olive had grabbed his hand and was pulling him toward the Hospital Wing, not allowing him to refuse. Jaw tightening so tight, he swore his teeth would shatter, the man followed quietly after her, wishing this would just end. Arriving at the Hospital Wing, he sat on one of the beds, glancing at the floor, as she went about checking his wounds and preparing whatever was necessary to heal them. Fingers squeezing the sheets so tight, he finally let his gaze settle on her, watching her go about her work much like he used to when they shared a home together. 

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Fin watched from the side, seeing what looked like the Chudley Cannons manager hang his head in dejection as he slowly exited the office. Whatever the bloke wanted, Fin was sure it was a ridiculous thing. But he wasn’t going to pry. He wasn’t there to talk quidditch or anything. This was more personal. Shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, he glanced over at the intern - one Charlotte Wood - with a slight frown on his face. Her father was a friend of sorts of his father, it only felt right to come and share his sympathies in person. Timidly, Fin moistened his lips before approaching the girl. “Hi,” he said softly, fingers dancing against the edge of her desk. “I uh... I just wanted to come by and say... Hello.” His cheeks turned red as he looked down, “And to offer my condolences for yer loss.” 

“Listen, as much as I wanna make the rules. I’m just an intern who pushes the papers around.” Charlotte commented looking up from her stack of books and papers. “Now if there is actually something I can help with, i’d be happy to.”

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She knew Professor Maddock had lost his father at the gala. Perhaps if anyone currently knew what she was feeling, it’d be the professor in front of her. Bella always saw a lot of herself in Finn. Not only was he a Quidditch player, but he’d been in her house, played pro, and her father always had spoken highly of him. “Hello Professor Maddock.” Bella smiled, her voice quiet as she looked up at him. When she noticed his arms, she couldn’t help but step forward and allow the hug. Any sort of hug or contact felt more special now. It was a reminder to her that she wasn’t in this alone. “I’m sorry for not being back sooner. The doctors wanted to just…keep a close eye on me.” She mumbled, a bit ashamed to let her depression get back in her life like it had. “And I promise I’ll be back and ready for try outs.” She rambled on and on. Of course that wasn’t something she was even close to be ready for right now. She could barely look at her broom without feeling like she needed to curl into a ball and cry, but she was the captain and she needed to rebuild her team.

Fin let his arms wrap around the girl when she came in for the hug, his arms firm but gentle around her. He knew what she was going through, all too intimately. He had lost his father too, and any time he closed his eyes he saw it over and over again. The green flash. His father jumping in the way. He went through what this girl was going through, and he knew her pain. He knew how good it felt to just be hugged, and to know that someone was there for them. Fin wanted to be that person; for her, for the Longbottom son, for the Weasley girl, Hamilton boy - everyone who lost someone that ill fated night. Because he knew their pain. Shaking his head as he pulled back, he gave the girl a smile, only able to do so in the face os his students these days. “Dinnae apologize, lass,” he said softly, rubbing her shoulder, “Ye needed to take care of yerself, nothing is more important than that.” Squeezing her in a soft hug once again, he pulled back completely, waving a hand so her things rose and followed after them as he lead her back into the castle. “Dinnae worry about try outs,” he replied with a grin. “That’s not important. What’s important is ye, and if ye don’t feel up for it, then don’t worry about it. Alright?” 

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What would you have done if you didn't take up the teaching position at Hogwarts?

"Unemployed and witherin’ away in a pub in Glasgow, probably. Pride of Portree wanted me to be a trainer with ‘em, Magpies even wanted to find me some boring job behind the scenes so I could stay in that world, but... Nothin’ felt right when it all ended. Nothin’ except for Firewhiskey. I guess I’d still be there, doin’ nothin’ with me life. Just slowly dyin’ away.” 

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Do you blame yourself for what happened to your father?

“Would ye blame yerself if yer father died blocking a killing curse aimed at ye?” 

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Do you have anything to say to all the people wishing they could have sex with you?

“Sorry I’m saving myself for marriage.” 

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How are you holding up?

“Fine.” 

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If not Rosie, then Scorpius?

"No, thank ye.”  

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Do you have a 'no homo' pal?

"’M sorry - A what?”  

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What is one of your biggest regrets?

“Agreeing to answer these owls, probably.”