Chapter 27: Rant, and The New Base (1/2)

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In Ravenclaw common room, every complimented Quinn on his predictions. Then the prefects asked them to leave the common room for the first year's inauguration to Ravenclaw by Flitwick.

Quinn checked the assignment chart for the dorm room and climbed the boy's dorm stairs to his new dorm. He found that Eddie and Marcus were already there.

”We are roommates again this year, nice,” said Quinn to his first-year and now second-year roommates. After getting changed, Quinn retrieved two A.I.D calling cards and presented them to Eddie and Marcus.

Eddie looked at the black and gold card in his hand and questioned, ”What is this?”

Quinn moved his hand behind his back and explained, ”If you ever need help. Help with anything, anything at all. Come to this room, and I will help you for a suitable price or an I.O.U. In this room, you would find the solutions to all of your problems.”

Marcus looked away from the card and asked, ”Even for homework?”

Quinn chuckled and waved his hand, ”No, you can ask me about homework here. I won't charge you guys for homework; just think of it as roommate perks. But, anything other than that, come to that room, and I will give you a roommate discount.”

”Do you have permission to use this room?” asked Eddie as he placed his card in his dorm desk drawer. Quinn nodded and replied, ”Yeah, I have Flitwick's permission. Wrote him a letter in the break.”

Quinn was transferring his clothes to his dorm cupboard when he heard a knock on the door. He looked up to see one was one of the Ravenclaw prefects at the door.

”Yes?” asked Quinn as he walked towards the door. The prefect handed Quinn three sheets of parchment. ”Here you go, this is the timetable for second-year students, take one and pass the others to your roommates.”

Quinn received the sheets from the prefect and spoke, ”Thank you.”

He dropped the other sheets on Eddie's and Marcus's bed and climbed his own bed to check the timetable. ”Oh, this is great! I have the whole of Friday free. This is much better than last year,” Quinn spoke with delighted in his tone. With the Friday free, Quinn would have three straight free days.

After sorting his memories for the day in his mindscape by memory immersion, Quinn decided to turn in for the day and sleep for the first working day of his second year at Hogwarts.

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The next day, Quinn got up nice and early for his day. After brushing his teeth and washing his face. He took out his running shoes and changed into sportswear, and headed to one of the grounds in Hogwarts' premises.

Mind, Body, and Soul were three facilities for magic. Quinn had been developing mind since he was eight and met Alan D. Baddeley. He took on developing the body: the second facility when he was nine years old and started exercising outside of his dance lessons with Ms. Rosey.

Every morning he would go out for a run and run a 5k (5 km/5000m/3.1 mile) every day. It would usually take him around twenty-two minutes every day to complete his track in which he would think about the upcoming day and what he wanted to do on that day. Quinn found that going on a run was an excellent way to start his day with a clear mind. So after roughly a quarter of an hour after waking up, Quinn would be back in his dorm room, getting ready to take a bath.

After spending fifteen minutes in the bathroom, he would come out refreshed and wake his roommates. Marcus would wake up with a light nudge, but Eddie wouldn't wake up with anything less than a kick.

By ten past seven (7:10), Quinn would be out of his dorm room and the Ravenclaw common room and would be on his way to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Today, Quinn was eating his breakfast like usual when he heard Flitwick calling out to him from the High table.

”Mr. West, please come here when you have finished your meal,” said Flitwick from his chair at the High Table. Quinn nodded in response, and he especially noted that no one else heard Flitwick.

'His voice only made its way to my ears. Now, how did he accomplish this? Sound isolation? No, that would restrict the movement of voice in an area. He must have used a sound spell that allowed him to target his voice to the listener. But then how did he make sure that his voice didn't leak as the distance increased...,' Quinn thought as his hands moved automatically to feed himself as he thought about the concepts behind Flitwick's show of magic.

Quinn didn't notice that Flitwick was looking at him and laughing in his squeaky voice. Flitwick could have charmed a parchment to fly to Quinn to convey his message, but he decided to use his current method to see Quinn's reaction. It did not disappoint him when he saw Quinn deep in thought, obviously thinking about how he could talk to him with no one knowing.

After Quinn finished eating his breakfast, he made his way to the High Table and greeted the professors who were looking at him, ”Good morning, Professors. I hope you all had a pleasant sleep last night.”

Flitwick smiled at his charge and immediately spoke, ”Good morning to you as well, Mr. West. Did you figure out how I called you?” Hearing that, Quinn realized Flitwick did it on purpose, knowing that he would think about it. It made him chuckle in reply, ”Not yet, professor. But, do give me a day or two, and I will get back to you with an answer.”

Flitwick grinned and asked, ”Or, I could give you an answer right now.” Quinn shook his head and refused, ”No, thank you, professor. But, I would like to find an answer on my own. This way, I would learn a lot more than if you spoon-fed me the answer right now.”

Flitwick clapped his hands and praise, ”I wouldn't expect anything less than you, Mr. West.”

Quinn felt a gaze on him and turned to the source and found Lily Potter staring at him with interest. He decided to ask, ”Is something wrong, Professor Potter?”

She shook her head and responded, ”Oh, it's nothing. I was just listening to your conversation.”

Flitwick jumped in and introduced Quinn to Lily, ”Lily, meet Quinn West. He is at the top of his year, the smartest of his class. He scored number one around all the subjects.”

Quinn smiled in humbleness, ”You exaggerate, professor.”

Lily looked at Quinn and asked, ”So, Mr. West, do you have plans to take Muggle Studies next year?”

The question elicited a laugh out of Quinn, ”Oh god no. No offense to your teaching capabilities, professor, but the Muggle Studies subject at Hogwarts is worthless.”

Lily Potter frowned as she heard Quinn's response, ”Do you consider muggles lesser than you, Mr. West?”