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“I was going over a few quidditch plays.” He squinted back at her, already pink in the cheeks from the cold and the drink. “Come to spy?”

    “ Well, I could go if you’re too involved with that bottle of yours.”

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Zacharias shoved over, making room for the newcomer. “If by best spot you mean blind spot.” The table was conveniently out view of Madame Pince’s desk.  

“ were you expecting the giant bloody squid? shove over, this is the best spot in the library. ”

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“Details, Wealsey. Now what really happened at the end of last term? With Potter?” 

“Oi! You. This spot is supposed to be reserved for prefects, didn’t you know??”

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"Don’t doubt it. I mean, imagine we’re the parents, friendly parents, I mean -- not -- but with kids at Hogwarts, aren’t we going to talk shit about what we think they’re getting up to? Don’t need to be part of any kind of club to call up a mate to spy on my kid.” He laughed at her naive smile, floating somewhere between concerned and joking. Zac knew from experience Susan’s mum was more likely to use rumor to punish her child than his was. “Anything bothering you?”

She had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. “Mum likes sharing recipes though she’s been on a recent health kick. They probably gossip too, especially about us kids. Think they’re conspiring against us?” She had meant it jokingly but sometimes she did feel slightly paranoid with the constant need to look over her shoulder.

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“The friar, big silvery fellow, has a habit of turning up unexpected. ‘Specially when there’s drinks involved.” Nevermind that the friar was ghost. 

“who were you expecting?”

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"No-not as such.” He confirmed no one was in earshot. “Hannah’s around. I’m sure if she’s looking for you she knows where to look.”

“am i interrupting something? i was just looking for hannah- do you know if she’s around?”

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And he went careering after her, trousers down to his ankles before he realized anyone looking out from the castle had a good view of his bare ass, and hit the water with an impact sharper than he’d admit, his energy offsetting the September chill. Zacharias hadn’t expected Hestia to join. 

“Hope you’ve had some swimming lessons? Heard there’s a bunch of ankle-biters in the shallow parts.” He said with all the confidence of a wizard who’d forgot their wand back in their trouser pocket. 

she tilted her head to the side. it would have been rather interesting to see her mother’s reaction to her brand new shirt completely ruined. “ the ONLY way you’d see me on the sidelines is in your d r e a m s. ” she took off running towards the water, pulling her shirt over her head and unbuttoning her pants.

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"Right, er, didn’t expect to see you here.” 

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It took a second before he realized that the topic of mums wasn’t the easy conversation it’d been a few months prior, and a secret relief spread that he hadn’t been talking to Hannah. “I keep saying, passive-aggressive insults is how she shows her affection, Suze. That book club is an excuse for a gripe session, isn’t it? I know mum’s only in it for the wine.” 

“I’m still unsure if she likes me or not. She and Mum get along well enough.” She shrugged, trying not to linger on the former thought too much. “It’s quite a miracle actually considering how much she hates the monthly book club choices.”

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“huh,” he eyed the hem for longer than was polite. “See, I figured we’d be swimming in nothing but skin, so there’d be no danger to your finer things.” The air was brisk, it was midday, it wasn’t the time or place for this. “Well, if you’d rather sit and watch the show, I’m not about to argue. But I’m going in.”

“ good. ” she slowed down alongside with him before picking up the pace again. just seeing the water in front of her made her restless. “ reality’s a lot less exciting. ” hestia winked at the other. “ but this is made of silk and i’d much rather not get it WET. ” she tugged on the hem of her shirt.

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one, two, ten, a million

The Smith family isn’t broke. 

Zac’s mum married into the family at a time when the Smiths certainly were not broke, given that the will of everyone’s favorite great great aunt, was after more than a decade, still in dispute. (Yes, he’s one of those Smiths)

His father runs a used wand shop, a vanity business that supports his delusion that he’s the next Ollivander. It barely breaks even, but his mum supports it because it keeps him out of the house. 

Zacharias grew up believing his surname’s heyday was just around the corner. When, at age thirteen, his long dead great-something aunt’s will was settled and given to charity, his sense of eventual entitlement matured into the chip on his shoulder that still festers today. 

But they weren’t Weasley poor.

Everyone in his family agreed on that. The name Smith is respected. Purebloods help purebloods, and his mum accepted loans from several respected pureblood families on the credit of their name. And when they offered her last year’s dress robes (as what good would they do sitting in the closet?) and the textbooks their Hogwarts graduates had dogeared, she graciously accepted. And really, if it wasn’t a bother, if they don’t mind watching Zacharias this weekend? 

 And this didn’t bother him. Zacharias is an only child, his mum older than most, having given birth to him a fifty-three. 

He likes attention. He feels entitled to your attention. He’s a five-year-old boy who just figured out how to press the big red button that makes things go BOOM and when he finds yours he’s going to press it again and again and again because -HA- he’s got your attention now. 

(shocker) Not many people can stand his presence for more than ten minutes. 

He thinks he as more friends than he does. Not friends, actually. Acquaintances. He was a wide circles of people he’ll greet in passing, maybe five that he knows more than ten things about. 

Zacharias is Captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. It’s highly likely he nagged Sprout into giving him this position. He’s not a stellar player. He lacks precision and tends to misjudge his opponent, but he’s kept his position because he’s going that Quidditch mania that keeps him running drills when the rest of the team’s still sleeping. 

Harry Potter is a crackpot. 

Zac’s housemates dragged him to Dumbledore’s Army, but he joined of his own initiate. Something reeked, between Potter’s lousy explanations and Potter’s seeming superpowers. If it weren’t that he’d won the respect of most Hufflepuff’s, Zac would have turned him into the due authority.

While he rarely shows it, Zacharias respects his fellow Hufflepuffs. He’s more of a misfit in the common room than he’d like, but sees this as something beyond his control.  

He has a huge problem with the word ‘no’ where girls are involved. Fortunately, he has a short attention span. 

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I’m going to write up an #about for zacharias, then getting to replies. 

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He eyed her for a second, unwilling to admit to himself how gullible he was, now, at seventeen. “Can’t say I do.”  Zac slowed his pace toward the lake, if only to give himself the mental space to catch up to Hestia. “Might pride myself on my powers of imagination, but I don’t know in what reality I’d prefer you in that shirt to off.” 

“ i wonder where we fall on the list. ” she rolled her eyes at him. “ i was eleven and quite impressionable. can you blame a small girl for falling for a trick or two ? ” her grin had shrunk into a sly smile. “ now i’m thinking shirts would make it just as f u n. ”

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“She won’t be, if I have anything to do with it.” He grimaced. “Not that I’d off her or anything, but you’ve met her. Voice alone can strip paint.”

“I wonder if she’ll be around for the little Zachari in the future then.”

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“Another year, another few years to knock off mum’s lifespan.” 

“What’s got your wand in a knot? It’s only beginning of term.”

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“Roper, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to rope me into bed.” 

       “Of course not. I make all the sense in the world and you know it.” She nudged him with her shoulder, batting her eyes at him. “Uniform or not, you’re plenty cute on your own. Super, actually.”