Judd and Foster had been sitting in the seventh year dorms, cracking up as they scribbled all over the book they had stolen from their best friend. Ellie was into poetry now and they had found her poetry book and made their own duplicate. They were vandalising the duplicate and were going to replace it with the orignal to see her go nuts. Of course, they would not actually vandalise her real journal out of fear, er, respect for their friend and her possessions.
Suddenly, they hear a scuffle from below and they both perked up. Both boys were much to curious for their own good. They looked at each other for a moment and then scrambled off of Foster's bed, giving Foster time to shove the book under his pillow for safekeeping. They crept down the stairs, pausing above the fourth year landing to listen to shouts and scuffles. Suddenly a boy burst from the dorm and stormed down the stares. Foster and Judd gave each other a look.
"That was Lovegood's son right?" Foster asked.
"Think so," Judd responded. "Scamander. Beats me which one."
They turned back in time to see a pink face pop around the corner. "What the hell is going on up here?"
The boys yelped and then relaxed as they realized it was only Ellie. Foster smirked. "Domestic abuse with the Scamanders."
Ellie raised an eyebrow. "Bet is on Lorcan being a fool. I had to tutor him two years ago. Let me talk to him." And with the startling audacity that Ellie had, she walked into the dorm to straighten things out.
Judd shook his head and motioned downstairs. "C'mon, let's check on the other one."
The two jogged downstairs and saw the boy alone on a couch. They plopped down non either side and Judd elected himself as delegate. "Hey. Lysander, right? My name's Judd. This is Foster."
"Hey," Foster said, holding up a hand.
"What's the problem, mate?"