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    For probably the first time since he'd come to Hogwarts, Axel wasn't walking with his head held high. He dragged his feet down the hallway, his his stride unusual broken and slow. The enormity of the situation wasn't lost on the boy, and his dread had been building throughout the day. His first detention... It was a black mark on an otherwise clean record. He was a bit of a mischief-maker in the early stages of pranksterism, but up until this point he hadn't done anything bad enough to warrant disciplinary action. He wasn't the best of students, but he didn't like to think of himself as a bad kid either. Setting aside his reliance on others to get any actual schoolwork done, he did his best to go to all of his classes, participate in the lessons, and make the best of his time at Hogwarts. But this time he'd really screwed up. Axel paused for a moment to stare through a crystal window. He saw the Quidditch field below - the stage for his awful mistake. He didn't really regret anything he had said that day. The awful Slytherin brat had deserved far worse than anything Axel had done. He couldn't even describe how horrible she was without using harsher words than he was willing to say aloud. He had been so caught up in the moment that he'd completely lost what little sense he had. She deserved it... Of course she deserved it! But no matter how many times he told himself that, no matter how strongly he believed it, he couldn't shake the guilty feeling in his gut. Professor Wolfe had explained exactly why Axel's brazen outburst was inappropriate and he really couldn't help but agree. He'd meant to stand up for the man, but had wound up disappointing him instead. Not only that but he had inadvertently implied that the man couldn't fight his own battles. But Axel didn't think that at all. He really admired Professor Wolfe. The ex-star had gone through far much in life: injury, tragedy... and probably things like threats and blackmail that went along with being rich and famous. His reliance on seemingly no one and his permanent smile in the face of anything were traits that Axel hoped to develop for himself someday. And he did believe he had an affinity for such things, and being independent was easy with no true possibility of finding a confidant. He was the man that Axel most dreaded to see tonight. Even more than that horrible jerk he had been sentenced with. He didn't want to see her either of course, but her stuck-up features didn't hold a candle to the disappointed look his teacher had given him. Yet when he made it to his destination, the face that greeted him was entirely unexpected. It looked like Aradia hadn't arrived yet, but someone else had. "Harvey?" He addressed the older Gryffindor with surprise. The boy had come in his usual style of dressing, complete with cocky smile. "You're doing detention with us?" {Gryffindor Roleplay Challenge #8}
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    Axel blinked. Was he saying what he thought he was saying? Axel had been hoping to win a few secrets with his chess prowess, but Harvey was more than willing to offer them up. He looked at his senior with a healthy level of suspicion. His laugh appeared to be a humorous one rather than maniacal, but could he really trust an infamous prankster? What if this whole conversation was a prank, and Harvey was only going to give him misinformation and have him caught sneaking into Hogsmeade. He didn’t seem like that kind of person, but… Axel had a hard time trusting people, mainly due to his heritage. He could never quite discern motivation (which to be fair, was rarely if ever malicious toward him). But this offer from Harvey seemed to enticing to be real. Not only would he tell him what he wanted to know, but he would take him along? And risk breaking the rules? If the three of them were caught, Gryffindor would lose a massive amount of points. No… if they were caught Axel would claim that he had snuck in by himself. Harvey and Edwin were fifth years so they would be allowed there. And Axel already looked nearly old enough to go himself. With a bit of aging potion… Wait, was he actually thinking about this? He looked at the upperclassman with a mixture of shock and awe. Had they snuck into Hogsmeade before they were old enough? Were they going to reuse some old trick? Or had Harvey just put himself in over his head as he was willing to put Axel? Either way, there was no sense in refusing. “Heck yeah!” The two chatted excitedly as they played the game, the stakes no longer a real issue. This moment was one that Axel would always remember - the beginning of a beautiful mentorship.
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    Everything was falling into place. Axel made certain to guard his expression so as not to give away how truly desperate and excited he was. If Harvey agreed to his proposition… well, the opportunities were limitless. He was standing before an expert, acting like he knew better. But in truth he was longing to crack the knowledge the more experienced student held in his mind. “Here’s the thing. For every piece I take, you tell me about one of your adventures. And I want details. If there’s a secret room or passage, I want to know where it is and how to get there. I want to know all about this place and its “rumors”. And for every piece you take…” Axel paused. Thinking ahead wasn’t really his strong suit either. What would Harvey want in return? What could a first year do for someone so far beyond them? It had to be something useful, something that would be worth revealing the secrets he had discovered over the years. Axel didn’t know how closely these secrets were kept, but he had to offer him something. His smug look faltered a bit. “For each one you take I’ll… I’ll owe you one. You pick. I’m part Veela, so I can get us into a lot of places, and talk us out too.” This wasn’t exactly a lie… he was part Veela, though he couldn’t exactly mind control people. He could probably keep that promise if it came down to it, but it’d take him more effort than he was implying it would. Wouldn’t matter anyway. If Harvey decided to take him along on some adventures that was a win-win for him.
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    Got ya! Axel deserted his attempt to look cool, as the older boy obviously wasn’t falling for it. No big deal. Unlike Harvey, Axel was extremely confident in his Wizard Chess skills. A lot of people thought it was a smart kids’ game, but Axel knew better. Wizard Chess was a game of reflexes, a game of strength and trust between player and pieces. There was a lot of strategy involved, sure, but learning moves was far more fun than learning out of a textbook. The first year had been playing in the weekly tournaments for a few months now, and had gotten quite good. He’d gone head-to-head with opponents far older and wiser than he, and if Harvey thought he was going down easy then the older boy was sorely mistaken. He might have been intimidating with his natural height and domineering appearance, but Axel knew what he was doing. He took his position behind the darker pieces, motioning for Harvey to take the others. “You take that side. It’s better.” This was actually true. It was a well known fact in both Muggle and Wizard’s chess that the light side had a first-move advantage. Not an extreme advantage of course, but large enough to count as a show of good will. There was some risk in this move as Axel didn’t actually know where Harvey’s level of skill would lie, but that only made it better. The adrenaline that came with taking risks was therapeutic for him. “You seem pretty sure that you’re gonna win. Since you’re that confident, want to make it interesting?”
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    Axel sat speechless for a moment. That story was awesome! Totally insane and stupid in a lot of ways, but totally awesome! He could see now why the teachers didn’t want him to turn out like Harvey and Edwin, but he certainly wouldn’t mind. “I’m Axel.” He managed to respond to the question, though in in a sort of daze. “First year.” He took his senior’s advice about rumors to heart, as it already reflected his own views rather well. Axel wasn’t nearly as adept as the strong-willed upperclassman and his clever friend (whom Axel now desperately wanted to meet), but he was a bit of a mischief-maker himself. The young first-year loved to explore the castle and was rather fond of the many rumors he’d heard over the past few months. He had long wondered how many of them were true, and now he was wondering if Harvey Prewitt might have those answers for him. He certainly seemed to know a lot about rumors, and about Hogwarts itself. Then he asked about the box, and a sudden idea struck him. A tight-lipped grin spread across his face. “Oh, that?” He pointed at his box, the parcel that had given him such a thrill earlier. He pulled his wand from his robes and waved it over the container. Wooden box unfolded in response, flattening out into a checkered board about the size of the Gryffindor rug. Ceramic pieces about a foot in height hovered in the air for a moment before circling and descending to their proper place. It was an impressive little display, far beyond the first-year’s magical capabilities. The box and pieces themselves were enchanted to do this, activated by waving a wand above the closed set. It had cost his family quite a bit of money - the only holiday gift he had received that year, and he was more than grateful for it. But with the way he was gesturing dramatically, one might have thought it was him conducting everything into place. “Wizard’s Chess!” He declared proudly. “Extra-Large Novelty Set! Wanna play?”
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    Axel was nearly bouncing with excitement as he burst into the common room. He was carrying an ornate wooden box that was half his size, so tall that it blocked his view of most of the common room. And heavy enough that it prevented him from actually bouncing. Axel was strong for his age, but the parcel was cumbersome enough that it was giving him some difficulty. No matter. No amount of weight was about to hamper his mood. He waddled uncomfortably toward the fireplace, setting the box down with a soft thud onto the rug. There was a piece of parchment hung on the bricks with a neat, bold, handwritten message. “WIZARD CHESS SIGN UPS”. The weekly tournaments were a source of entertainment and camaraderie in the Gryffindor house. (Though the classic Gryff competitive streak did tend to take these tournaments to a new level). Professor Wolfe was always organizing stuff in this vein. All sorts of games and friendly competitions went on in Gryffindor. It was no wonder they were the best house. At least, Axel certainly thought so. He scratched his name onto the sign-up sheet before stretching out his arms. The box had given him more of a workout than he expected. It was then that he noticed someone else was in the room. Also stretching, strangely enough. Axel turned around to see Harvey Prewitt over by the chairs. He knew who the fifth-year was. An infamous trouble-maker according to the teachers, though there was always a certain fondness in their voice when they talked about him. Axel himself had been warned many times not to turn out like “The Prewitt Boy”, since the first-year had his own mischievous tendencies. Still, he had to wonder what made his upperclassman such a legend. He’d heard stories of him and Edwin Degerlund’s crazy antics, but those could hardly be true, could they? It was unusual for a first year to address a fifth year directly, as like with Muggle schools Hogwarts held a sense of age-based hierarchy. But while Axel was a very sociable person, social conventions were meaningless to him. “Hey, you’re Harvey Prewitt, right? Did you and Degerlund really spend a whole weekend in the Forbidden Forest?”
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    Axel was pacing as well, but for an entirely different reason. There was an unusual streak of panic in his eyes while they scanned each of the doors in the hallway. It was halfway through the year at this point, but Axel looked much the same as he had on his first day. Lost in the hall, searching for a classroom he had not yet been to. Though he had been much more laid back that first day. The Veela boy rarely minded being lost. It provided so many opportunities for exploration. He loved this castle for its vast halls, its moving staircases, and its endless mysteries. But right now? Now he cursed it for those very same properties. He knew of the secret room on the seventh floor, he'd met the ghosts that wandered the place - every myth, every secret that had come to his attention had been thoroughly explored. And yet... he could not for the life of him figure out where the Library was. While he was normally very easygoing, today he was beating himself up inside. He had made a promise to meet the transfiguration girl about fifteen minutes ago now. What was it he had told her that first day? I always keep my promises. Some joke. Even if the rest of the world was fake, at least he himself was supposed to be honest and reliable. She had been so kind as to offer him much-needed instruction. He didn't truly believe that the offer stemmed from kindness of course, but that didn't excuse him from the obligation. He knew why she had invited him- the same reason that everyone offered their support. Sometimes he wished that people weren't so nice. If someone were rude or mean to him, at least he would know that their feelings were genuine. Had did occasionally receive some grief from other boys, jealous of the attention he was constantly given. He actually liked these interactions quite a bit. But his charms were often enough to win over even them, and the resentment never lasted once he attempted to befriend the person. Axel knew full well that his classmate had only invited him because he had slipped up and let her see him worrying. Anyone would have rushed to help. But still... he felt terrible. Finally he fount it - a placard with the words "LIBRARY" embossed across the front. It was embarassing to be so late. Heck, at this point she had probably left already. But if he didn't at least check in, it would only eat away at him more. So he pushed open the door as quietly as he could, peering inside. Transfiguation girl was still there, talking to an older-looking girl with yellow hair. He approached them cautiously, giving a sort of half wave. "Hey there!" he said in the loud-whisper voice he had always been taught to use when conversing in libraries. Coming from him, it had an almost hypnotic tone to it. "Sorry, I kinda got lost..."
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