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Gavin stared vacantly across the lake, apparently content to ignore the other students wandering the grounds in favour of silently brooding to himself. He knew he was making a big deal out of nothing but - well. It was just that he didn't really hang out with anyone very often anymore. At all, in fact, he mused to himself. It was like a rift had suddenly opened up between him and everyone he'd been close to. They had new friends, all of sudden, and yeah, they seemed nice, and he was glad everyone was happy, but he just wasn't really sure where he fit into the whole thing. Maybe he didn't.

He didn't dislike them for it, he wasn't even surprised, really, but it was still sort of numbing. He sat up slightly from his slouched position, tossing a rock towards the Black Lake halfheartedly, not even registering the few short skips it made before sinking to the bottom. Gavin let his head thunk back against the tree, and shifted his gaze to the sky. Well, he supposed he'd always expected they'd find better friends. After all, it wasn't like he'd ever been worth the effort in the first place.

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"Your owl's a knob-head," Gavin proclaimed, as though announcing some great discovery, before pausing, as he caught up with what Michael was actually saying. "Oi! The fire thing only happened once anyway," he grumbled, faux-upset, "and for your information I got someone else to do the levitation spell this time. Just in case. But honestly? Haven't been up to much. I spent the holidays 'networking' as the family likes to put it. You, Barbs?"

"Barbara, when are you not down for food?" Michael nudged her with an elbow, "And the dumbass only decided to pick a fight with a motherfucking dog. It was some evil terrier rat thing- and I think he hit a fence while trying to escape. Honestly, he reminds me of you, Gav. Anyway- what’ve you been up to? Any more fires?"

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"Hi Barbara!" Gavin yelled, again, slightly more quietly than he had done at Michael, waving in her direction. He sort of wished he'd looked more closely at the compartments - if he'd known Barbara was in a compartment so close by then he wouldn't have had to sit around waiting for someone to show up for so long. Oh well.

"Alright then," he said, in reply to Michael, "that sounds top. It'd be nice to catch up and everything." He paused for a second, stepping out of the compartment to stand at Michael's side. "So what did Urine do anyway?" he asked. "Fly into a window or something?" 

Michael waved at Barbara grinning at her before turning to Gavin.

"Gavin!  I was going to go grab some food and then sit down- do either of you guys want to come along? Fuck, it’s been ages since I last talked to you guys, fucking Urine managed to hurt his wing as soon as we got home, the idiot,”

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"Michael!" Gavin yelled as he spotted a familiar head walking past, yanking the door to his compartment open and sticking his head out into the open carriage and calling after his friend with a worrying amount of enthusiasm. After Geoff had left the compartment had ended up entirely empty, aside from himself, and at that point pretty much anyone would have been welcome - especially Michael, because Gavin was actually friends with him at least.

"Please don't leave me here alone," he continued, "everyone else had already found their damn compartments by the time I got on the train so I'm the only one here. I look like a right knob sitting around by myself."

Michael walked slowly down the train, checking in every compartment to find a place to sit, but so far they’d all either been full, or mostly full of tiny super irritating first years, so that was no good. He needed to find somewhere to sit pretty soon, so he walked faster, rubbing at a sore spot on his shoulder as he went.

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Gavin shrugged, chuckling awkwardly as he rubbed the nape of his neck. “Yeah, turns out? Very easy to mispronounce spells. Badly. I wouldn’t think about it too hard, I mean I’m not even sure how I gaffed it up that much.”

Gavin grinned at Geoff again, miming a quick salute in thanks, before mulling his question over silently in his head. “Uh, well, we’re both Slytherins so I guess it wouldn’t be too unlikely for you to have seen me around? I dunno. Either way, I’m Gavin,” he said, holding a hand out.

Geoff looked at Gavin strangely, "Fire..?" He shook his head trying to get that thought out, how did you even manage to light something on fire when levitating? Two completely different spells, he laughed. Muttering a small 'wingardium leviosa' he raised the boy's trunk up and on to the racks. Oh how he hated saying spells, made him feel ridiculous. "There you go lad.. Hmm.. You look familiar," Geoff couldn't quite recall if he knew Gavin or not.

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Gavin grinned in relief before nodding his acquiescence, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to make it somewhat presentable. "Cheers. I'd do it myself but the last time I tried levitating anything didn't end so well. There was fire," he replied, patting the pocket his wand was currently sitting in. "I'm not so great with the delicate stuff."

"Need some help there?" Geoff mused from Gavin’s compartment doorway. "I always hated getting my trunk on the racks, so by my 4th year I started moving it into the storage train..area.. ,"  He pushed his messenger bag back behind him pulled out a wand from the side pocket. Geoff waited, just in case Gavin decided against his help.

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Gavin huffed slightly to himself, lugging his trunk along behind him as he traipsed through the train. In his defence he would have used a levitating charm, and saved himself the hassle of actually having to pull it along, but the last time he'd tried that he'd ended up having a slight mishap. A slight mishap that involved copious amounts of fire and burning, so not exactly one he was eager to repeat.

"Gfhfgh," he muttered intelligibly, throwing himself into the nearest empty compartment and collapsing onto one of the seats. Now he just had the issue of actually getting his trunk up onto one of the racks.

"Goddamnit!" 

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