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Spencer listened. “Okay, show me again.” 

“I think something’s off with my technique. Can you help? I really can’t get this right,” Evelyn asked the other.

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“Good, see someone at least gets what i’m saying..”

“What Quidditch mishap?”

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Letters | self para | part one

Spencer had seen his owl land on the perch in the Owlery as he wasn’t slow to act. He had picked the letter from his owls beak, Automatically recognizing the writing of his Step Mother. 

           Spencer had taken in a small breathe before he had itched on the envelope as he unfolded the neat parchment.

Darling Spencer.

I hate to be writing this letter to you on many occasions but something has happened to you father. We all know the risks and damages the sport of Quidditch holds, especially in the professional means. Injuries happen and come and go, the sport has even been known to take many lifes because of how Physical it is known to be.

Oliver was at an practice for the team, He had taken a bludger to the head and fallen from his broom. Now, don’t start making demands to come see your father. He has had this injury once before back when he was a keeper for Gryffindor. He had only remand unconscious for a few weeks.

The Healers at St Mungo’s are doing the best they can to keep him comfortable and keep us involved with the situation. I’ll write a letter to Charlotte when I know much more details but for now. I ask that you keep your fathers condition quiet until we know the extent of the injuries. 

Much Love.

Katie. 

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“Bludger to the head or something...”

“What mishap?”

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Spencer looked at her with a small frown on his features. “Someones eager.” He joked. “But sure, Company would be great.” Spencer spoke, motioning to the seat near him.

“The one from last week?” Isla smiled brightly, standing up. “Would you like some help, or company? I’d be happy to.”

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“No, I don’t wanna talk about my fathers Quidditch Mishap and No, My sister doesn’t know yet so I appericiate it if you keep your mouth shut.”

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“And I’m glad we aren’t dating because you’re always such a grump.”

“Yet another reason why I’m glad we’re not dating anymore, you never were a gentleman.”

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“Too Bad, I’m still using it.”

“I simply asked you to hand me that book, why else would I talk to you?”

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“Then why did you start talking?”

“Honestly, I don’t care what you’re doing.”

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“That’s a nice story, However I’m gonna be a productive student and catch up on my Potions readings..” 

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“And this is why you properly should write my assignment for me.” Spencer said with a very charming grin

“Your fourth line of notes is entirely incorrect - did you know that there’s a difference between corrosive and corroding? You mean corrosive.” 

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“I do quiet well actually.” Spencer freely admitted. 

And what grades do you get… on occasion?

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“My sister would be able to do it.” Spencer warned as he read through his work before nodding slowly. “Alright, anything else you can see Professor Matthews?”

“Oh come on, you wouldn’t throw me. Maybe push me, but I’m not light enough for you to throw,” Devon said, smirking. “The grammar on your third line of your notes is incorrect - just so you know,” he said, his eyes flashing down and then up again. 

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“If you weren’t headboy.. I would throw you off the Astronomy tower.” Spencer informed his friend causally. “But thank you mate, Really appreciate it.”

“Well come on, then,” Devon said, chuckling at Spencer. “Might as well help you less fortunate study,” he snarked. 

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“Surely you have something in that pretty little head of yours.”

“What do you want me to say?”

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“Hey, I do.. on occasion..” 

When you decide to do homework? Do you ever do it?

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“Bryn, it’s fine.. You’ll just have to cover me when I decide to ever do my homework.”

Sorry I asked. You don’t have to do that.