46 Beat Them Up (1/2)

”Cough!” Draco awkwardly coughed and cleared his throat, getting Casimir's attention.

Just then, Louis started to wake up from his trance and, when he saw the suggestive position he was in, his face immediately turned bright red. ”C-Casimir..?”

The spell seems to be working. Casimir thought to himself, relieved. He then, turned around and let go of Louis, facing Draco who just stood some distance away awkwardly. ”I suppose you haven't met each other yet.”

”Draco, this is Louis. I met him around a year ago in France.” Casimir motioned to Louis who was hiding behind him. ”Louis, this is Draco, my childhood friend.”

”H-h-hello...” Louis stuttered and hid further behind Casimir. It seemed that this kid had social anxiety even without his memories from that day.

”Good day...?” Draco replied in an unsure voice, glancing between Casimir and Louis in suspicion. Noticing this, Louis blushed harder, making Draco knit his eyebrows.

(Casimir: The spell might be working a bit too well...)

It seemed like these two kids were having some sort of misunderstanding. Casimir smiled wryly, not knowing how to explain this situation to both of them. In the end, he just decided to let it be.

But that in itself, proved to be the wrong decision.

...

Over the course of the next few days, there were some suspicious rumors floating about with regards to Casimir.

One of them stated that, aside from Casimir being extremely violent, he also had an insatiable desire in bed, not discriminating in the gender of his partner. Another one stated that he was actually a playboy. He was only eleven for Melecrit's sake, okay?! And besides, he had no interest in children. That would just be pedophillia!

Let's wait after twenty more years, then we can talk about it.

Unfortunately, before he could properly address this issue, another important incident came up.

Yes, this was it. The most awaited event in the entire schoolyear.

Quidditch Season is here!

Right now, in the locker room on the Slytherin side, all seven players gathered around, already in their green quidditch robes, ready to go out at any moment.

Just when they were about to make their entrance on the field, Marcus suddenly slapped each of their shoulders and smirked.

There was no inspiring speech, and no words of encouragement. There was only a single sentence but, that was enough to get their blood boiling just the right way.

”Alright, boys! Let's beat up some lions!” Marcus said, earning him six cheers of agreement.

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