When Sam had found out that he was a reserve for the Gryffindor Duelling Team, he'd had a set of mixed emotions. He had to admit to himself that he was slightly disappointed at not being put on the team itself, and instead merely being left as a reservist, which at first had left him feeling really quite down.
But they he realised two things.
1. There were heaps of people in Gryffindor, and only five had been selected, and he was one of those five.
and 2. He was the youngest person, as far as he could see, on that list.
In realising those two things he'd immediately felt a lot happier, grinning broadly as he left the Gryffindor Common Room and walked to his next class, which he then spent being distracted the whole time as he thought of nothing but the Duelling Team.
Finally when the bell rang he jumped up, thank god Herbolody was over, one of the plants had bit his nose, and it was hurting quite a bit. What a dreadful subject that was.
Still, now he was able to go where he wanted - the Duelling Team's practice.
Walking up the stairs to the castle he bounded two at a time, before running through the entrance hall and straight up the spiral staircase, managing to avoid any unplanned detours, and making it to Wilson's classroom a few minutes early.
"Good afternoon sir," he said cheerfully as he entered the classroom, walking forward and nodding to the professor with a smile on his face. The desks had been moved, so he awkwardly stood in the middle of the room, wondering where exactly he had to be.
"How was Philippa after the last class?" He asked, his voice laden with concern. She'd seemed very distressed at the end of the last DADA class he'd had, and she'd missed every class after it, as well as dinner.
Imagine that. Missing dinner. It must have been serious.
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