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Greg just nodded in response. He wasn’t nervous because of them personally, that’s just how he was. Meeting new people wasn’t his thing. He hated the awkward small talk to begin with and then when do you consider someone a friend? After speaking to them three times in one day? 6 months after you first meet? There was just so much uncertainty with people these days. Everyone was bitchy and backstabbing – how could you tell if someone genuinely liked you? Izzy and Mike had been friends with plenty of people who pretended to like each other’s company. Greg didn’t see the point.

He did have friends, of course. A boarding school without friends sounded pretty grim. Greg never had those two-faced concerns though because they were quite similar to him. None of them understood the point in pretending to be friends with someone. His group was small but varied; two Ravenclaws, three Hufflepuffs, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin. He was thankful that at least one of them shared a house with him. Annabeth. She was pretty with long dark hair. They had been each other’s first kiss. Not for romantic reasons, just to get it over and done with. Score it off the list. She often joked about sleeping together too – just to get that out the way. Greg never took her up on that offer. Maybe she was just a really bad kisser but he definitely didn’t feel anything from it. In fact, there weren’t many girls he actually wanted to kiss. He wasn’t sure why, there were plenty of attractive girls, Annabeth definitely being one – in fact, he probably preferred her to everyone else. He considered perhaps he liked men instead but they never particularly aroused him either.

Quickly, he slipped into the seat next to Rory. He might be awkward with chat but the last thing he wanted was to be isolated at the end of the table. At least here he was near Mike, who would probably do most of the talking for him. “Hope you don’t mind,” He said in a quiet voice towards Rory, just in case he preferred to have Ruby next to him instead. Not that it seemed likely; Izzy had managed to push herself onto the youngest Brown and was babbling away with her.

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Greg watched as the two older males conversed, not really sure why he bothered to tag along… what if Rory started asking him questions? Merlin’s beard… But it was that or stand around awkwardly by himself. Either way, there would have been awkward standing.

Jumping slightly as the conversation directed unexpectedly over to him, he just nodded without saying anything. He wasn’t sure if he had imagined it but he was positive there had been traces of a smile about to linger on Rory’s lips, it was gone before he could determine whether he was correct or not. He blushed slightly, the palm of his hands clamming up. Crap, please don’t shake my hand.

“Yup, this is Gregory,” Michael introduced, covering the silence, patting his brother affectionately on the back. “He’s the youngest. Isabelle is over there… staring at something shiny probably…” Greg grimaced at Mike’s use of their full names. He was being so proper. Greg knew it was down to nerves but this side of his brother really irritated him.

As soon as Lavender reappeared, Michael’s attention was fully fixated back onto her. There was no denying how much he adored his future wife. Greg could barely stand his obvious heart-eyes; his brother was basically a pathetic puppy dog. “Sure,” Mike beamed, giving Lavender’s hand a gentle squeeze.

While the group moved rooms, Greg slunk beside Rory, having no desire to walk with the loved up couple. “Greg,” He said in a quiet voice, his heart pounding from nerves. “Not Gregory.” 

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Greg wasn’t particularly excited about this dinner. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, obviously he did. Greg and his two older siblings were very close, it helped that they were all placed into Ravenclaw house at school too. Mike and Izzy had both finished now though and Greg was in his last year.

He’d like to say that he was far different from the timid, small, pale faced boy who could never really fit in when he first started Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry… but unfortunately he was very much the same. But he wasn’t ashamed. He never once envied his siblings popularity – Izzy had seemed happy with it but Greg watched his older brother fall from the top of pyramid, not entirely by choice, and it was situation that Greg was quite content to never experience.

One thing he didn’t like was social dinners. It was the same questions over and over again. What’s your age again, dear? What NEWTs are you studying? Ah, interesting choices – what results did you get for your OWLs? What do you plan on doing when you leave school? Who’s the lucky girl? Every single one of those questions was hellish to answer. He was awkward and tended to get very clammy when they were rounded on him continuously, and family gatherings were the worst.

Thankfully though, this was an engagement dinner, one for his brother and his fiancé so Greg was positive that most of the attention would be directed on them. Good.

Upon arrival, Greg was somewhat surprised by the size of the Brown Manor, it was significantly bigger than the cosy Devonshire cottage that the Corners’ resided in.

“Wow,” He mumbled, walking up the front path, “Mike’s marrying into money…” That earned nudge in the ribs and a small ‘tsk’ from his muggle mother.

Now however, it was the awkward ‘standing around, waiting until the food arrived’ portion of the evening where it was too soon to be seated at the table but the beginnings of the smell of food was rising throughout the house.

Greg could see his brother standing in the corner, a little fidgety while Lavender was in the kitchen with her own parents. He was constantly fixing his tie or attempting to flatten his hair (and failing) every time he caught his reflection in an ornament or mirror – he was obviously nervous. Michael Corner spent far too much time fretting over what people thought of him, a trait he seemed to have developed from the amount of pressure their parents put on the eldest son.

“You look like a frightened mouse,” Greg teased quietly, stepping towards him.

Taking a notably large swing from his wine glass, Michael glared. Before he could say anything however, Ruby Brown’s excitement filled the room as a new male entered. He was in his twenties, Greg assumed, but older than the nearly wed couple.

“Ah, Rory!” Michael greeted loudly, walking towards him with his free hand out to shake (Greg decided to follow), “It’s good to finally meet you.”

Family dinners weren’t an uncommon concept in the Brown family, Lavender was prone to cooking extravagant meals and ordering her family to sit together and eat, however Rory had never once received a formal invitation to a dinner.

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Michael gave a small nod as he slyly studied his two best friends. “They’re the only one’s who’ve stuck by me,” He said in a small voice, “Especially since I don’t see much of your lot now.” There had been a time when Michael was considered popular. He was younger, more immature. Terry and Anthony had been there too, along with a mixture of other witches and wizards. They had been young, careless and made memories Michael would never forget. It was through that group, he met Lavender. Those days had gone though. Everything grew bigger, too big and Michael was left behind. Not completely unwillingly. The drama was too much for him too but he would be lying if he said he didn’t miss all of them.

However, he was quite content with where he was. He was still a notable figure around Hogwarts but for different and better reasons now. He had moved on and achieved many things; Dumbledore’s Army was where he met a whole new set of different people – gained two girlfriends from it too, Ginny Weasley and Cho Chang. He was still close with the latter considering they were both in Ravenclaw.

“Well, I know it’s probably the last thing you want to hear, but I believe everything happens for a reason.” Michael shrugged, beginning to stuff his face with scrambled eggs before his food got too cold, “If you and Malfoy are meant to be, you’ll find each other again. If not, obviously someone better is out there waiting for you to find them instead.” Perhaps his words would have been a little more meaningful without breakfast muffling his speech. He did pity Lavender. Michael seemed to be the only person who had no problem with her and Draco Malfoy together. As far as he could tell Draco had been nice to Lavender and therefore he didn’t see a problem – it was none of his business but of course, the rest of Hogwarts didn’t share his opinion. He was a little happy that their relationship had ended though. Michael hadn’t seen much of Lavender while they were together… Malfoy seemed weirdly jealous whenever the two of them got together, something Michael never really understood. He and Lavender had never been anything more than friends. That, and Malfoy was an arrogant prick.

Michael just shrugged at her apology, “It’s fine, you have nothing to apologize for. I’m seeing you now and that’s what counts.”

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A small laugh escaped his lips. Michael had only encountered Myrtle a small number of times and they were more than enough. Having been dared to run into her bathroom by Terry in his third year, Myrtle had caught a small glimpse of him doing so and mistook him for the famous Harry Potter. For the next couple of days after the event, Michael noticed the overly sensitive ghost lingering around every bathroom he entered. Eventually, it stopped once she realised she was stalking the wrong boy. Michael was given an earful for leading her on. Sadly, as far as he knew, Myrtle was the first girl to give him any attention at Hogwarts.

Casting a glare over to his two best friends, who were now once again arguing because Terry had accidentally spilt juice over Anthony’s plate, Michael sighed. “They’re always noisy. I wish they could find quieter ways of tormenting one another.” He was glad most of the time he wasn’t involved in their capers, only because he was deemed boring for his lack of reactions. Little did they know, not reacting was exactly Michael’s plan. Now he lived a quieter life. With that cunning, it was amazing he wasn’t welcomed into Slytherin.

Groaning, he once again attempted to flatten his hair. Clearly the war wasn’t over for the day. “Stop,” He groaned. Michael was an intelligent, well respected Ravenclaw – he needed to look so. Everything about him was perfectly placed, aside from his unruly mop of brown hair. “I finally tamed it this morning and then Terry messed it up, every attempt I’ve made to fix it only made it worse.”

Replacing the toast Lavender stole with another slice, he gave a quick glace. “You look nice today.” A little embarrassed by his boldness, he added, “Happier.”

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The dormitory was always unfortunately noisy in the morning. Michael was usually the first to rise, only because he needed those rare moments of peace before everyone else awoke. Just as he had finished tightening his blue and bonze tie in the mirror, he heard an “oft!” behind him, followed by loud laughter. Glancing behind his self in the mirror, he witnessed the usual routine of Terry Boot not-so-gently waking up Anthony Goldstein with his pillow. This happened every morning and regrettably, Terry still found this extremely amusing.

“STOP DOING THAT!” Anthony yelled, jumping out of bed to chase after his morning foe.

Wanting to avoid the crossfire, Michael slunk down to the common room as Terry shouted behind him, “We’ll be down in a minute!”

A minute become fifteen, and then thirty before the pair arrived, Terry still looking very pleased and Anthony somewhat calmer.

“Ready to go, Mikey?” Terry exclaimed, running a hand through Michael’s hair, messing up what he had attempted to tame.

Frowning, Michael followed after them. He hated the name “Mikey”, one that many of his friends had grown out of calling him… but not Terry, of course.

By the time they had reached the Great Hall for breakfast, Michael was still attempting to fix his hair. Every mirror they had passed on the way only showed the state of it worsening. Sighing, he gave up. Maybe he would win tomorrow’s battle.

Tucking into his breakfast (more or less everything on his plate), it wasn’t long before it was also disturb. Feeling the soft hands against his skin, he smiled. The voice was so familiar to him… but not one he heard often. It was comforting though.

“Hm, Lavender Brown, perhaps?” He debated, his smile slowly turning into a smirk, “Or… is that the voice of Moaning Myrtle, I hear?”  

Lavender Brown. A name that stirred up conflicting ideas and the most amusing of rumours, because Lavender was the girl that never quite fit the norm; one day she could be found eating dinner with the “Elite" of the school and the next day she would be having breakfast with the bookworms. She...

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