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Chapter 7: “In what universe wouldn’t I be nervous?”

The moment he woke up he realized he had no way to be woken up and was worried he’d be late but relaxed when he found a clock and found he had plenty of time. He got out of bed and knocked on the door, not a moment later it opened and Damian with his black trousers walked out with his shirt in his hand.

“Morning” he greeted.

“Good morning” Dudley really had to stop this blushing nonsense, he felt a little self-conscious what with his hair sticking up and pajamas wrinkled from sleep. He grabbed his clothes quickly and his towel and then shut the door. He took his time showering since magic assured that his shower was at the perfect temperature for him. The temperature between hot and scalding, he shut the water off and dried off with his towel before placing it around his waist.

He looked at his reflection, he both recognised himself and didn’t. He knew his father’s slight upturned nose and mother’s cheekbones that had been hidden by years of obesity. He recognised the dirty blondeness that were his fathers genes as well and the eye shape that held his blue eyes. The only thing he and Harry had in common, their eye shape inherited by the beautiful and brave Lily Evans.

But the clarity of his skin, the curve of his lips, the litheness that was now his body was the stranger. He didn’t recognise the toned muscles of his arms and legs and how thin his face was. It was a wonder his parents recognised him, he wasn’t extremely thin or large like his parents were.

He wondered just how much he looked like Lily Evans because according to his mother, he’d gotten a lot from her and Harry had gotten her eyes. Dudley finished putting his clothes on and drying his hair with his wand, a trick he’d learned from Hermione and walked out of the bathroom.

“Ready?” Damian inquired as Dudley spotted him, Dudley nodded jerkily and grabbed his bag and shoved his supplies in it quickly then walked to his side. “Are you nervous?” he asked.

“In what universe wouldn’t I be nervous?” Dudley asked, eyes gaining fire that surprised Damian a little.

“Sorry” Damian responded and Dudley’s eyes eyes changed, he was just starting to get used to the constant switching but this time, his eyes were a swirl of Pink and Pale blue.

“No, sorry, that came out mean” Dudley stuttered out as they walked down the stairs.

“It’s fine, it wasn’t mean” Damian disagreed, they eventually reached the Great Hall and sat down for breakfast. “Hey can you keep one color for long?” he asked curiously.

“I don’t think so, they kind of just do what they want…” Dudley trailed off when Rica sat next to him and Jessica sat by Damian.

“Morning, what’s your first class?” Jessica asked cheerfully, seemed both of them were morning people. Jessica looking bubbly and Rica smirking very lax.

“Potions with Slytherin House” he replied, they all winced.

“Potions right off the bat, man that’s rough” Rica told him sympathetically. Dudley only shrugged feeling not too concerned, he’d been good at Potions at home. He was nervous about the social aspect although it did help he already had three of them.

“Well the Potions are near the dungeons, Rica can lead you there, she’s heading there for History of Magic” Jessica said, Rica nodded looking like she didn’t look particularly happy or annoyed to be doing this.

Dudley ate his breakfast, his mind drifting off, Hogwarts was nothing like how his school was and he’d fast forwarded almost 2 decades. Every school had bullies but Dudley was happy that he was no longer one of them.

The pressure was off of his shoulders for now, he jolted when he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go” Rica said not wasting time, Dudley flushed a little and scrambled out of his seat. He glanced back at Jessica and Damian and waved before following after her. “So, what’s your story?” she asked.

“What?” Dudley asked.

Rica turned to meet his eyes “people don’t get quirks like yours without being burned” she said.

Burned. Dudley wondered if that was what it was, burned usually meant socially repercussions but Dudley did it to himself. “Which ones?” he asked.

Rica was quiet for a moment, her eyes calculating as she thought “shyness, socially awkward, and you’re always in your head” she said.

“I am shy with you guys but not with my family, or less so. My parents were kind of opinionated so I kept my mouth shut” he explained. He’d hated Harry so much as a child because though his parents were always cruel to him, they paid so much attention.

“That’s not all” Rica stated.

“Maybe later” Dudley said then Rica stopped in front of an open door.

“Potions, bye Dudley” Rica said in a not quite cheerful voice.

Dudley walked into the door, not sure what to do when all eyes were on him. He looked around and paused when the Professor, a woman with short blonde hair smiled at him, “ah yes, Dudley, please find a seat with a Slytherin. We like to promote intermixing houses” she said.

Dudley nodded looking around again and sat next to a boy with dark brown hair and cowlicks all over. “Uh hi, I’m-”

“Dudley, yes, it was mentioned, I’m Drew Gating” he said, eyes flicking to Dudley eyes. “You’re like the hottest thing at this school right now” he said. Dudley was slightly surprised at the accent, typical American accent.

Dudley raised his eyebrow in shock “I’m really not worth the fuss” he said honestly.

“Huh, well let’s hope you’re at least good at potions then” he said “I’m very nearly hopeless, how good are you at mixing?” he asked.

Dudley smiled “I’m good at it” he promised then they both turned to the Professor when she walked to the front.

She swung around, her smile apparent and real “ah, feels like a fresh start right class?” she asked. Some people mumbled affirmations “right then, for Dudley’s benefit, my name is Professor Fleger. Today we’ll be doing a luck potion, it’s a bit tricky but I’ll put some tips on the board” she said writing down things.

Dudley was glad because he’d done the potion before, he turned his book to the right page and stood to get ingredients. “I’ve done this one before” Dudley told Drew “start cutting the beginning ingredients, crush these bits then cut” he pointed out pouring the juice intended and stirring once then twice the other way before instructing Drew to squeeze out juice from an ingredient.

Drew nodded and squeezed then jumped and dropped the skin “oh no!” Drew said “y-your eyes changed suddenly” he said looking dejected.

“Oh sorry about that” Dudley said taking his wand out and easily levitating the skin out. The mix wasn’t the right color “I’m a Novomagus, don’t worry so much, it can be salvaged” he told him cheerfully then tossed in a little extra mix. Potions was a lot like cooking, he found, his mother taught him to cook the few times he went over to her house.

She said if he made a mistake like putting too much flour into the mix then all he’d have to do is add more ingredient in the right amount and though he’d end up with more than originally thought at least they weren’t wasted. So that’s just what he did, he did the fast mental math in his head. Professor Fleger watched him from her desk, he glanced at his reflection in the mix and found his eyes were green with concentration.

Drew looked at him adding the last ingredient and looked at Dudley with confirmation. “Well?” he asked looking at it.

“It’s perfect, we can test it” Dudley went to grab an ingredient leaf, Hermione had taught him to use the leaf of Spinella plant because the leaf will melt with the potency of the potion if it’s done right and set the ingredients. He dropped the leaf in and it melted perfectly. He filled the vial with it then corked it and placed it in the front.

“One moment Mr. Dursley, before you clean up, do you mind if I fill a jar of it. I like to use it as examples of the color it’s supposed to be” she said. He nodded then looked at Drew who grinned and held up his hand which Dudley high fived with a smile.

Soon the end of class was done and Dudley got up to go to the library for his free period. He had to write an essay about uses of luck potion so he wanted a head start.

“Hold on a moment Mr. Evans” the Professor said, he walked back to her desk “I was watching you today, I was impressed by how much you seem to know. The Headmaster told the teachers to look for struggle with you but you seem to have no trouble. From what I’ve seen today, perhaps challenging you might be a good idea” she said.

“I’m not sure what you mean, Professor” Dudley replied.

“In the face of error, you remained calm and rectified a potion that most students would have started over instead of continuing. You are thinking like a Potions Master, how did you fix your error anyway?” she asked.

“Potions is like cooking” he blurted out and blushed at her raised brow “my mum likes to bake and she said if you put too much of an ingredient, adding more ingredients will fix it. I just did that” he said.

“You mean to tell me that you did all that math of adding to an ingredients list in your head?” she asked. He blushed and nodded, his ears burned; she laughed “my Mr. Evans, you are smarter than I previously took you for. Would you object to me assigning you 6th year potions beyond this class and you work on them during free periods? This would give you an advantage with whatever you plan to do after Hogwarts although I won’t be subtle in pushing you towards Potions Master” she said.

“What would I be doing?” Dudley asked.

“Things like curse salves, Polyjuice potions, and important things like that. Once you’re in 6th year, we can put you in a seventh year potions class if that’s what you want” she said.

Dudley thought about this, it sounded interesting and something he’d want to know. “What about battlefield cures?” he asked. He’d read about them in a book Hermione brought over, Battlefield healers carried packs of ingredients to aid Aurors and if there was a potion they didn’t carry, they’d use raw ingredients quickly to heal them.

“Ah, I see, you’re interested in that too then; it’s not my best but I can talk to one and he can teach you how- isn’t Teddy Lupin a Battlefield Healer?” she said.

“He is?” Dudley asked, wide eyed, he hadn’t had any idea.

“Yes, perhaps I can see if he’d like to teach you on weekends” she said, he nodded.

“Yes please and I agree to taking advanced assignments though I’d like them to be once a week to keep us with the rest of my classes” he said.

“Of course, you may go” she said smiling then he left, Dudley jumped and almost swung a fist when Drew jumped out in front of him.

“Hey, can I walk with you? What’s that for?” he glanced at Dudley fist up in a boxer stance. Dudley flushed then nodded. “So um, thanks so much for your help in Potions. It’s really not my best subject but I need to get an E in this class at least so will you be my partner please?” he asked.

“I will but weren’t we already?” Dudley asked.

“I mean every time and um I’m kind of bad essays, how good are you at those?” he asked.

“Fair” Dudley replied as they walked up the stairs, half an hour later Dudley finished his essay.

“Fair! This is immaculate, you’re a robot, like you’re using a font generator” he said.

“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment” Dudley said, refusing to flush because he’s done it too much already.

“It is, I praise thee, oh perfect hand-writing master and lord of inch writing” he said.

“It’s not about hand-writing, just write with as many details as possible and go past the minimum inches and they’ll give you a good grade” Dudley said.

“What’s to detail, you stir once clockwise and twice counter clockwise” Drew asked.

“Just add unnecessary details, like this, “place the utensils your thumb and pointer downward into the bowl and gently but firmly stir clockwise once and then twice counter clockwise to ensure the mixture will thicken and turn the correct shade of lavender” Dudley said.

“What? That’s ridiculous” Drew said.

“It’s to add length, the detail ensures you’re not just writing what the book says but actually thinking about it too” he said.

“You’re an alien, do you read the teacher’s mind?” Drew asked, with a cheerful amount of sarcasm.

“Of course, I’m just dripping with other worldly power” Dudley replied “also I’m secretly a Time lord and I regenerated into a wizard” he said.

“Oh my god, you’re my new best friend, you seriously watch Doctor Who” Drew laughed, grinning hugely.

Dudley nodded “yup, Tennant is my bitch, so my favorite” he said, Dudley realized then that Drew was a lot like Piers in a lot of ways and that he felt like a time traveler.

“Just that phrase” Drew cracked up “dude, you’re awesome; so how do you know about Doctor Who anyway? I thought you’re family was all wizards?” he asked.

“Most of us, I’m muggle born though, my parents are both muggle but I live with the Potter’s. My magic is a bit strong so my parents didn’t know what to do and so that’s why I live there” he said.

“Strong? Is that why you’re not here until now?” Drew asked.

“My parents thought I was normal, I mean muggle for a long time but when I found out my magic blocked it all came bursting out so I had to learn to control it” Dudley said, even now casting spells he had to hold back or he’d go overboard.

“Wow, what happens when you go all out?” Drew asked.

“Well, I’m not too sure, but I do know that aguamenti becomes a pool basically” Dudley said remembering, how he’d drenched the Potter’s kitchen when he’d done it without thinking. Harry had a jolly old time laughing at them all when he’d come home for dinner only to find the family drenched. Needless to say they’d dried the kitchen up and went out for dinner. He was still teased about it by James, Al, and Lily.

“Wicked” Drew said.

Dudley only shrugged “so when did you move to England?” he asked.

“Oh since my first year, I go to school here because my dad is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. My parents are divorced so I go to school here and in the summer I stay with my mom in California” he said.

“Hollywood?” Dudley asked.

“Heh, no, I live in the woodsy part of California, not a beach in sight” Drew replied.

“Still sounds fun” Dudley said and Drew nodded.

“It is, especially seeing my friends, there’s no wizarding school near me, though so they’re all muggle. So going here is an advantage in that respect” he added.

“No, are there schools in America then?” he asked.

“Yes but only three places, New York City, Salem, and Hollywood” he responded with “you know they can be literal sometimes when they mention movie magic” he grinned.

“No doubt” Dudley agreed then stood up packing his things “I’ve got Defense- is there a shorter way to say that?” he asked.

“DADA” Drew replied “seeya” he said, Dudley nodded then proceeded toward where the sheet said the DADA room was and managed to find out.

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Chapter 7: “In what universe wouldn’t I be nervous?”

The moment he woke up he realized he had no way to be woken up and was worried he’d be late but relaxed when he found a clock and found he had plenty of time. He got out of bed and knocked on the door, not a moment later it opened and Damian with his black trousers walked out with his shirt in his hand.

“Morning” he greeted.

“Good morning” Dudley really had to stop this blushing nonsense, he felt a little self-conscious what with his hair sticking up and pajamas wrinkled from sleep. He grabbed his clothes quickly and his towel and then shut the door. He took his time showering since magic assured that his shower was at the perfect temperature for him. The temperature between hot and scalding, he shut the water off and dried off with his towel before placing it around his waist.

He looked at his reflection, he both recognised himself and didn’t. He knew his father’s slight upturned nose and mother’s cheekbones that had been hidden by years of obesity. He recognised the dirty blondeness that were his fathers genes as well and the eye shape that held his blue eyes. The only thing he and Harry had in common, their eye shape inherited by the beautiful and brave Lily Evans.

But the clarity of his skin, the curve of his lips, the litheness that was now his body was the stranger. He didn’t recognise the toned muscles of his arms and legs and how thin his face was. It was a wonder his parents recognised him, he wasn’t extremely thin or large like his parents were.

He wondered just how much he looked like Lily Evans because according to his mother, he’d gotten a lot from her and Harry had gotten her eyes. Dudley finished putting his clothes on and drying his hair with his wand, a trick he’d learned from Hermione and walked out of the bathroom.

“Ready?” Damian inquired as Dudley spotted him, Dudley nodded jerkily and grabbed his bag and shoved his supplies in it quickly then walked to his side. “Are you nervous?” he asked.

“In what universe wouldn’t I be nervous?” Dudley asked, eyes gaining fire that surprised Damian a little.

“Sorry” Damian responded and Dudley’s eyes eyes changed, he was just starting to get used to the constant switching but this time, his eyes were a swirl of Pink and Pale blue.

“No, sorry, that came out mean” Dudley stuttered out as they walked down the stairs.

“It’s fine, it wasn’t mean” Damian disagreed, they eventually reached the Great Hall and sat down for breakfast. “Hey can you keep one color for long?” he asked curiously.

“I don’t think so, they kind of just do what they want…” Dudley trailed off when Rica sat next to him and Jessica sat by Damian.

“Morning, what’s your first class?” Jessica asked cheerfully, seemed both of them were morning people. Jessica looking bubbly and Rica smirking very lax.

“Potions with Slytherin House” he replied, they all winced.

“Potions right off the bat, man that’s rough” Rica told him sympathetically. Dudley only shrugged feeling not too concerned, he’d been good at Potions at home. He was nervous about the social aspect although it did help he already had three of them.

“Well the Potions are near the dungeons, Rica can lead you there, she’s heading there for History of Magic” Jessica said, Rica nodded looking like she didn’t look particularly happy or annoyed to be doing this.

Dudley ate his breakfast, his mind drifting off, Hogwarts was nothing like how his school was and he’d fast forwarded almost 2 decades. Every school had bullies but Dudley was happy that he was no longer one of them.

The pressure was off of his shoulders for now, he jolted when he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go” Rica said not wasting time, Dudley flushed a little and scrambled out of his seat. He glanced back at Jessica and Damian and waved before following after her. “So, what’s your story?” she asked.

“What?” Dudley asked.

Rica turned to meet his eyes “people don’t get quirks like yours without being burned” she said.

Burned. Dudley wondered if that was what it was, burned usually meant socially repercussions but Dudley did it to himself. “Which ones?” he asked.

Rica was quiet for a moment, her eyes calculating as she thought “shyness, socially awkward, and you’re always in your head” she said.

“I am shy with you guys but not with my family, or less so. My parents were kind of opinionated so I kept my mouth shut” he explained. He’d hated Harry so much as a child because though his parents were always cruel to him, they paid so much attention.

“That’s not all” Rica stated.

“Maybe later” Dudley said then Rica stopped in front of an open door.

“Potions, bye Dudley” Rica said in a not quite cheerful voice.

Dudley walked into the door, not sure what to do when all eyes were on him. He looked around and paused when the Professor, a woman with short blonde hair smiled at him, “ah yes, Dudley, please find a seat with a Slytherin. We like to promote intermixing houses” she said.

Dudley nodded looking around again and sat next to a boy with dark brown hair and cowlicks all over. “Uh hi, I’m-”

“Dudley, yes, it was mentioned, I’m Drew Gating” he said, eyes flicking to Dudley eyes. “You’re like the hottest thing at this school right now” he said. Dudley was slightly surprised at the accent, typical American accent.

Dudley raised his eyebrow in shock “I’m really not worth the fuss” he said honestly.

“Huh, well let’s hope you’re at least good at potions then” he said “I’m very nearly hopeless, how good are you at mixing?” he asked.

Dudley smiled “I’m good at it” he promised then they both turned to the Professor when she walked to the front.

She swung around, her smile apparent and real “ah, feels like a fresh start right class?” she asked. Some people mumbled affirmations “right then, for Dudley’s benefit, my name is Professor Fleger. Today we’ll be doing a luck potion, it’s a bit tricky but I’ll put some tips on the board” she said writing down things.

Dudley was glad because he’d done the potion before, he turned his book to the right page and stood to get ingredients. “I’ve done this one before” Dudley told Drew “start cutting the beginning ingredients, crush these bits then cut” he pointed out pouring the juice intended and stirring once then twice the other way before instructing Drew to squeeze out juice from an ingredient.

Drew nodded and squeezed then jumped and dropped the skin “oh no!” Drew said “y-your eyes changed suddenly” he said looking dejected.

“Oh sorry about that” Dudley said taking his wand out and easily levitating the skin out. The mix wasn’t the right color “I’m a Novomagus, don’t worry so much, it can be salvaged” he told him cheerfully then tossed in a little extra mix. Potions was a lot like cooking, he found, his mother taught him to cook the few times he went over to her house.

She said if he made a mistake like putting too much flour into the mix then all he’d have to do is add more ingredient in the right amount and though he’d end up with more than originally thought at least they weren’t wasted. So that’s just what he did, he did the fast mental math in his head. Professor Fleger watched him from her desk, he glanced at his reflection in the mix and found his eyes were green with concentration.

Drew looked at him adding the last ingredient and looked at Dudley with confirmation. “Well?” he asked looking at it.

“It’s perfect, we can test it” Dudley went to grab an ingredient leaf, Hermione had taught him to use the leaf of Spinella plant because the leaf will melt with the potency of the potion if it’s done right and set the ingredients. He dropped the leaf in and it melted perfectly. He filled the vial with it then corked it and placed it in the front.

“One moment Mr. Dursley, before you clean up, do you mind if I fill a jar of it. I like to use it as examples of the color it’s supposed to be” she said. He nodded then looked at Drew who grinned and held up his hand which Dudley high fived with a smile.

Soon the end of class was done and Dudley got up to go to the library for his free period. He had to write an essay about uses of luck potion so he wanted a head start.

“Hold on a moment Mr. Evans” the Professor said, he walked back to her desk “I was watching you today, I was impressed by how much you seem to know. The Headmaster told the teachers to look for struggle with you but you seem to have no trouble. From what I’ve seen today, perhaps challenging you might be a good idea” she said.

“I’m not sure what you mean, Professor” Dudley replied.

“In the face of error, you remained calm and rectified a potion that most students would have started over instead of continuing. You are thinking like a Potions Master, how did you fix your error anyway?” she asked.

“Potions is like cooking” he blurted out and blushed at her raised brow “my mum likes to bake and she said if you put too much of an ingredient, adding more ingredients will fix it. I just did that” he said.

“You mean to tell me that you did all that math of adding to an ingredients list in your head?” she asked. He blushed and nodded, his ears burned; she laughed “my Mr. Evans, you are smarter than I previously took you for. Would you object to me assigning you 6th year potions beyond this class and you work on them during free periods? This would give you an advantage with whatever you plan to do after Hogwarts although I won’t be subtle in pushing you towards Potions Master” she said.

“What would I be doing?” Dudley asked.

“Things like curse salves, Polyjuice potions, and important things like that. Once you’re in 6th year, we can put you in a seventh year potions class if that’s what you want” she said.

Dudley thought about this, it sounded interesting and something he’d want to know. “What about battlefield cures?” he asked. He’d read about them in a book Hermione brought over, Battlefield healers carried packs of ingredients to aid Aurors and if there was a potion they didn’t carry, they’d use raw ingredients quickly to heal them.

“Ah, I see, you’re interested in that too then; it’s not my best but I can talk to one and he can teach you how- isn’t Teddy Lupin a Battlefield Healer?” she said.

“He is?” Dudley asked, wide eyed, he hadn’t had any idea.

“Yes, perhaps I can see if he’d like to teach you on weekends” she said, he nodded.

“Yes please and I agree to taking advanced assignments though I’d like them to be once a week to keep us with the rest of my classes” he said.

“Of course, you may go” she said smiling then he left, Dudley jumped and almost swung a fist when Drew jumped out in front of him.

“Hey, can I walk with you? What’s that for?” he glanced at Dudley fist up in a boxer stance. Dudley flushed then nodded. “So um, thanks so much for your help in Potions. It’s really not my best subject but I need to get an E in this class at least so will you be my partner please?” he asked.

“I will but weren’t we already?” Dudley asked.

“I mean every time and um I’m kind of bad essays, how good are you at those?” he asked.

“Fair” Dudley replied as they walked up the stairs, half an hour later Dudley finished his essay.

“Fair! This is immaculate, you’re a robot, like you’re using a font generator” he said.

“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment” Dudley said, refusing to flush because he’s done it too much already.

“It is, I praise thee, oh perfect hand-writing master and lord of inch writing” he said.

“It’s not about hand-writing, just write with as many details as possible and go past the minimum inches and they’ll give you a good grade” Dudley said.

“What’s to detail, you stir once clockwise and twice counter clockwise” Drew asked.

“Just add unnecessary details, like this, “place the utensils your thumb and pointer downward into the bowl and gently but firmly stir clockwise once and then twice counter clockwise to ensure the mixture will thicken and turn the correct shade of lavender” Dudley said.

“What? That’s ridiculous” Drew said.

“It’s to add length, the detail ensures you’re not just writing what the book says but actually thinking about it too” he said.

“You’re an alien, do you read the teacher’s mind?” Drew asked, with a cheerful amount of sarcasm.

“Of course, I’m just dripping with other worldly power” Dudley replied “also I’m secretly a Time lord and I regenerated into a wizard” he said.

“Oh my god, you’re my new best friend, you seriously watch Doctor Who” Drew laughed, grinning hugely.

Dudley nodded “yup, Tennant is my bitch, so my favorite” he said, Dudley realized then that Drew was a lot like Piers in a lot of ways and that he felt like a time traveler.

“Just that phrase” Drew cracked up “dude, you’re awesome; so how do you know about Doctor Who anyway? I thought you’re family was all wizards?” he asked.

“Most of us, I’m muggle born though, my parents are both muggle but I live with the Potter’s. My magic is a bit strong so my parents didn’t know what to do and so that’s why I live there” he said.

“Strong? Is that why you’re not here until now?” Drew asked.

“My parents thought I was normal, I mean muggle for a long time but when I found out my magic blocked it all came bursting out so I had to learn to control it” Dudley said, even now casting spells he had to hold back or he’d go overboard.

“Wow, what happens when you go all out?” Drew asked.

“Well, I’m not too sure, but I do know that aguamenti becomes a pool basically” Dudley said remembering, how he’d drenched the Potter’s kitchen when he’d done it without thinking. Harry had a jolly old time laughing at them all when he’d come home for dinner only to find the family drenched. Needless to say they’d dried the kitchen up and went out for dinner. He was still teased about it by James, Al, and Lily.

“Wicked” Drew said.

Dudley only shrugged “so when did you move to England?” he asked.

“Oh since my first year, I go to school here because my dad is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. My parents are divorced so I go to school here and in the summer I stay with my mom in California” he said.

“Hollywood?” Dudley asked.

“Heh, no, I live in the woodsy part of California, not a beach in sight” Drew replied.

“Still sounds fun” Dudley said and Drew nodded.

“It is, especially seeing my friends, there’s no wizarding school near me, though so they’re all muggle. So going here is an advantage in that respect” he added.

“No, are there schools in America then?” he asked.

“Yes but only three places, New York City, Salem, and Hollywood” he responded with “you know they can be literal sometimes when they mention movie magic” he grinned.

“No doubt” Dudley agreed then stood up packing his things “I’ve got Defense- is there a shorter way to say that?” he asked.

“DADA” Drew replied “seeya” he said, Dudley nodded then proceeded toward where the sheet said the DADA room was and managed to find out.