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As a young child, Simon had always loved treehouses. His father built one in the backyard during one summer. He spent all of his time up there with his brother and sister as they pretended to save damsels in distress and fight menacing dragons. His parents would have to lure the kids out of the treehouse with the prospect of dinner or lollies.
When he had overheard some of his fellow students speaking about a treehouse, he knew that he had to find it. Treehouses were awesome. They were fun and always a place to just hide away from the real world for a couple hours and recharge. He could think for once.
Simon walked to the edge of the forest and discovered the magnificent house. It was rather tiny upon sight. He frowned. From all the rumours he had heard around the school about how amazing this treehouse was, he couldn't comprehend how this small house could fit with everything they had heard. He started climbing up the rope ladder, refusing to look down.
Once up there, he entered the treehouse. His jaw dropped. His blue eyes widened becoming as big as saucepans. "Woah." he said and repeated it twice more. He blinked his eyes. This place was enormous! The building was much larger on the inside than on the outside. This was much more than he had expected. "This is awesome," he muttered and made his way into the room, glancing about all of it in awe.
Magic was awesome.
Ethan started to feel a lot better that day, as soon as he discovered this new spot. The treehouse is impressive all right, but the chair up the balcony was pure awesome. It was quiet, and doesn’t resemble any classroom, or the library or the study room in their dorm. The fresh, but cold air did help him relax and clear his mind after doing the practical part of their Defense Homework, back in the Duelling Arena. It was intense, all right? What with being disappointed with their last Potions class, he poured out his frustration and all the sad feels towards the dummy. The Slytherin should thank Professor Romanos for allowing them to blow those dummy up. Really a good stress-buster if you ask him.
The boy scrunched up his nose as he bit the end of his quill trying to remember the things they discussed in Defense the other day. See, he was doing his homework and his notes wasn’t helping. Ethan mentally slapped himself for failing to take down proper notes. He really should keep the doodling at bay. The Slytherin however, got distracted when he heard a voice. Looking up from his notebook, he saw a boy about his age appreciate what he saw. Was he a muggle born? Was it his first time to see or be in a Treehouse? Enchanted Treehouse?
Ethan grinned at the sight and threw his notebook on the table.
“It is, isn’t it?” he said to the boy as he hung his arms on the railing and propped his chin on it, smiling at the new comer.
“Are you new? Because I’m new too.” Hi. Hello.
“I’m Ethan. Hi! Transfer student.” The boy waved at the other boy as he rummaged through his brain as to where he saw him before. He wasn't wearing his school robes, so it was harder to guess if the newcomer's a Slytherin or not.
But that face...? Yeah, he does look familiar.