There was an empty classroom on the ground floor that Fitz had decided to use when he would meet with Harvey because they would probably be unbothered there. He was excited to hang out with people, especially people like Harvey who had a purpose. They talked Quidditch a lot, and Fitz was all about that life.
He had snagged the boy after one of their classes and was walking with him down to the ground floor. "Think we can get the hang of that spell by the end of the week?" he asked Harvey with a grin.
Harvey always looked forward to hanging out with Fitz. His fellow fifth year was one of the few people that he could talk to about things besides quidditch, but, of course, that was their usual topic of conversation. As the two started walking down the hallway toward one of the empty classrooms, the redhead got excited when considering the possibilities after Fitz asked about the spell that they had just learned. "I certainly think so, and it'll make the game a lot more interesting if you could use it in a match." The spell was the equivalent of a chewing-gum curse, one that prevented the subject from using their mouth to vocalize anything but mumbling. "Imagine not being able to call out commands and warnings during a match - too bad Professor Soto would never allow the use of wands during a quidditch match."
Fitz grinned. If it was fair game, he would totally use hexes and curses in games, but he wasn't a cheater and he wanted it all to be fun and fair for everyone. "Imagine using it on our some of our professors," he suggested, giving Harvey a playful nudge. "If they never caught wind of it, we might get to leave class early." What a swell thought! "Professor Soto couldn't argue with us then."
They came upon a staircase, and Fitz wasted no time heading down them. "What are you doing for the holidays?"
Harvey didn't want to say anything, since he liked the idea of using the spell on a few professors, but he liked Professor Soto too much to want to pull such a prank on her. He decided to just nod in response and not vocalize his objections, since he knew that in all likelihood neither of them would actually go through with a plan of that sort.
When asked about the upcoming holidays, Harvey half-laughed, half-sighed. "I'll be going back homes and spending the holidays with my folks and my sisters..." he paused for moment and sighed, "which will be awkward, since Harmony's not exactly excited about the whole, uh... fangs thing."
Fitz abruptly gave Harvey a clap on the back and then snaked his arm around the other boy's shoulders. "Hey, she'll come around, right? I mean, you're family. Family sticks together." He pulled Harvey a little closer to him as they continued onward.
Fitz was sure if he'd even become a vampire, his family would still love him. He'd probably still love himself, but he'd hate having to change his habits, like trying to find blood. No thanks. "If you ever need to crash at my place, just let me know. I'm sure my family would love to have you, mate. I sure would!"
The feeling of Fitz's hand on Harvey's back was unexpected, but welcome. It caused him to smile. "Nah, thanks for the offer, but I'm fine, mate. Mom, Dad, and Hannah will keep Harmony in line - I think she's just jealous. I don't know why she would be, but that's the story Hannah keeps telling me." Harvey shrugged, then grinned widely until he felt the tips of his fangs press against his bottom lip, which caused him to quickly drop his smile for something less... revealing.
As the two boys started up the staircase, Harvey tried to change the subject. "How do the Carimeres celebrate the holidays, anyway?" he asked.
"Come on, what's not to be jealous of? You're unique. Interesting. You've got a wicked story to tell." Fitz certainly wasn't jealous, but he wasn't fudging the truth either. "The Carimeres, eh? With explosions, bright lights, and lots of eggnog and laughter." He leaned in really close to whisper in Harvey's ear. "And not that I'm telling you, but sometimes the eggnog is spiked."
The Carimeres were probably a terrible influence on Fitz. He loved them just the same.
Harvey blushed, but didn't say anything. He wasn't anything special, but he didn't want to shatter any of those perceptions that Fitz had of him, for Fitz's sake. Harvey wasn't too surprised to hear that the Carimeres' eggnog was spiked. He laughed and joked "I hope that the explosions and eggnog don't go hand in hand - that sounds pretty messy." A few more steps up, Harvey added, "Still sounds like a lot of fun, though."
"It's really great," Fitz confirmed. "What about you--what do the Hunts do?" They were nearing the empty classroom now, but he wasn't in any hurry. He enjoyed spending time with Harvey no matter what they were talking about, and he liked learning more about him. Hard to believe it had taken them this long to become friends!
Harvey laughed lightly. "The holidays are like any other get together in my family. Harmony complains about something or other, then Hannah gives her confusing girl advice, then Mom rolls her eyes and tells Hannah to stop being a mom too early, all while Dad and I eat delicious food and take bets from the sidelines." As the two reached the empty classroom at the top of the stairs, Harvey shrugged and added. "Only difference on Christmas is that there are presents involved." He knew it was a little unorthodox, but Harvey loved his family all the same, and he knew that they all loved each other, despite their bickering.
Fitz was beaming through the whole explanation. It sounded so boisterous and exciting! "That sounds great, Harvey! Do you win those bets? The way you hone in on Quidditch, I bet you do. And the presents--expecting anything in particular this year?"
The badger opened the door the classroom and peaked his head in. Empty! He trotted in and claimed a random table, but he turned to Harvey before doing anything else.
Harvey laughed. "It's about half and half, actually - quidditch makes a lot more sense than girls do!" he answered. "I'm not expecting much this year - hopefully a few more posters of the Arrows."
Walking into the empty classroom, Harvey watched Fitz claim a table and then sat don on the top of the table next to it, so that he was still facing the Hufflepuff. "Anything your hoping to find under the tree Christmas morning?" he asked.
Fitz hopped onto his own table and sat facing his friend. "Girls can be really confusing!" he confirmed. "It's easier if I just stick to bats and bludgers."
There were all kinds of things he could have gotten for Christmas: new Quidditch gear, for one, or a new journal, or keys to a brand new car that he would not get to drive until much later. "I've already got a lot of stuff," he admitted with a shrug of his shoulder, "so I'll be happy with whatever I get. Say, Harvey, what are you going to do after Hogwarts?"
Fitz's question hit Harvey like a truck. He hadn't really thought much about the future since he was turned; he still was trying to come to terms with the fact that he would never really look older than he did now, and who would ever hire or take seriously someone who looked fifteen? The redhead got really quiet, then started rambling, "I'm not sure to be honest, mate. I always had kinda hoped to play quidditch professionally, but I don't exactly have the... talents for that. Maybe I could cover quidditch for the Prophet or something. I don't see myself in an office cubicle all day long, that's for sure."
Maybe he could have said something like, "You could totally play Quidditch!" but Fitz wasn't sure he'd ever seen the other boy do it, so instead he said, "I could totally see you reporting on it, mate. Maybe you could even become a...I dunno, a strategist. An adviser. I don't actually know if that's a thing."
Fitz laughed to himself. "People would read your stuff. I would, and I don't even read."
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