"You're coming to the Quidditch game, right?" Cody said, waving his hands around dramatically. "I mean, you are a Gryffindor."

Nico paused in the hallway a moment, furrowing his eyebrows. What is that again? Oh, that thing that Ron and Harry have been talking about. Cody looked at Nico curiously, tugging him by the sleeve. "Dude, we still have to get to History of Magic."

"Uh, yeah. Is it worth coming?" Nico asked, watching Cody as he reacted with a gasp.

"Why of course Nico! You have to come, I mean, Gryffindor is going against Slytherin and no one wants them to win except Slytherin themselves."

Nico quirked an eyebrow. "Is the whole school just against Slytherin for some reason?" Cody shoved Nico in the arm laughing.

"Duh. Nothing good comes out of Slytherin."

"Aren't they just ambitious or something like that? It would be hard to say that every single Slytherin is bad."

Cody snorted, "Doesn't matter, doesn't matter. You should want Gryffindor to win, I mean you are one."

Nico shrugged. "Never been one for sports. It's a complicated culture thing with me." He wasn't into sports when he was about 10, and he wasn't into sports now. Nico guessed that Volleyball was pretty cool, but he preferred Capture the Flag.

"So you're not even interested in flying?" Cody said, wrinkling his nose.

"Ah, I. Have a slight phobia of flying, I guess you would call it? Bad experiences, I guess."

"Must've been a nightmare when you came flying into the train."

"Oh, yeah. I guess you heard about that then..." Nico said, trailing off quietly.

"They had to repair the train, of course I did. How heavy are you, even? Like a hundred pounds?"

Nico laughed nervously, "I don't know, I just don't eat much. If I knew how I did it, I'd tell you." The two of them entered the classroom, just on time for class to start.

Cody was cool, even though he was a bit too curious for Nico's liking. Plus, he had that slightly overprotective girlfriend of his. Nico had a feeling he might be interpreting their friendship wrong, though.

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"Am I supposed to be here?" Nico said, pointing at the spectator tower that clearly had Slytherin colors. Layla shrugged, with a grin.

Apparently she still didn't like Nico, but she was completely nuts about Quidditch. Refused to play, according to Cody. "It doesn't matter." Cody said, casually waving off Nico. "They're just colors, they change depending on the match.

When the game finally started, the crowd was thrown into a loud cheer, but what stood out was a group of Slytherin kids yelling out a chant of sorts. Nico frowned a bit as he heard the clear verbal attack on Ron. Was that what those odd badges at breakfast were about? He thought.

Cody and Layla were entranced by the rhythm of the game already, which Nico couldn't begin to understand. There was just a bunch of people flying here and there with no purpose, for all he knew. It wasn't like he was actually going to take the effort to understand the game once he was invited. He still looked out at the game in a slight disinterest, though.

He could tell when Gryffindor was at some sort of deficit though, and it definitely wasn't looking all that good for them. "So, boy, you decided to come to the match? You don't seem that interested." Someone spoke, drawing out their vowels. Nico turned towards the noise, seeing a girl waving at him.

"Cassidy." The girl held out her hand, standing up at her full height. Towering over Nico? Ha, never. She was actually really tall, though. Cassidy narrowed her ice blue eyes when Nico didn't returned the motion. Nico awkwardly held out his hand, shaking hers.

"Sorry, and I know you how?" Nico asked. He noted that Cassidy was a Slytherin, if it wasn't obvious by her attitude and robes.

"Oh, you don't." She said with a pleasant smile. "I've just been watching you, after some of your shenanigans in the beginning of the year. Question, are you actually fifteen?"

Shit, Nico thought. "Not yet, my birthday is in November. One more month." Okay, so many it was one year and one month before he would turn fifteen. Why was he put in fifth year, again? He would be lying if he said he understood the logic of the headmaster at least half of the time.

"Cool. What's your name again?"

"Nico." He replied simply, turning away from her.

Cassidy laughed for no apparent reason. "Well, as you can see, we're totally winning against you guys, so I'm just going to leave to a different stand so you stop distracting me. You can be my good luck charm." Nico looked back at Cassidy, raising an eyebrow in confusion. Definitely the eccentric type, but not like Dumbledore or Luna Lovegood.

Nico stared out at the game again, watching as Slytherin scored on Gryffindor time and time again. He had no clue as to what the purpose of each and every ball was, in any case.

Nico froze up as he felt something land on his head. His sight was obscured by a flash of fire, as he landed on soil. Nico had experienced this sensation before, and he knew exactly what it was. "What the Hades, Fawkes?" Nico said, more than pissed off. He glanced at his surroundings, finding himself in an area with trees rising up ominously to cover the sky.

Fawkes flew down from his head, screeching at Nico. "Stupid overgrown chicken." He hissed. Even if he wasn't paying attention to the game, that was a completely perfect friendship bonding time. Right? Unfortunately for Nico, Fawkes disappeared seconds after. What was the purpose of him to take me here? He thought.

His question was soon answered, as two Dementors approached him. He wasn't particularly knowledgable on the creatures, except that they descended from some aspect associated with Thanatos. He figured as much when Hermione was attempting to explain the concept of them to him. It was clear that they wanted to confront him for some reason, though. Was Fawkes in cahoots with Dementors?

One of the Dementors hands slid out of its shadow sleeve things, and began to quickly make motions with his hands. Sign language? Yeah, he had no clue what they were attempting to say, as he didn't understand British Sign Language. ASL and BSL were very different.

"Can you speak or?" Nico sighed exasperatedly. He didn't want to have to deal with death stuff so soon after speaking with his dad.

The other Dementor stepped forward, rasping out quiet words. "Latins coming."

"Lat—Romans?" Nico said, his eyes wide. "No, no, that makes no sense, they can't come here. Why?"

"You." He should've seen it when that hellhound came, hostile at him. Not safe for a child of Hades, but a child of Pluto.

"How do you know this?" Nico asked. The Dementors drifted off though, unwilling to answer his question. Great, now he was stuck in a dangerous forest, with no clue how to get out. Who knew when the Romans would come? Any preparations of his would be fruitless.

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man so much of my writing is so out of character but if there's anything i can do to improve that just lemme know. i haven't read or written these characters in a while now. this chapter makes no sense honestly what am i writing anyway i hope you enjoyed the chapter. k, i need to play undertale bye.

*casually starts trying to drive the plot somewhere*