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There is was, the suggestion of another school. His parents had sat him down and had this conversation with him just the night before and it was something he'd given serious thought. Another school might not have been a so bad, a fresh start where no one knew how awful he was at magic. There, he could fake it til he made it and no one would be the wiser. The only problem was...he liked his friends here and a few of them had been upset when he'd mentioned considering such a change so the boy simply shook his head. No. Not another school. "It's the magic. It sucks. I hate it. I hate that even in classes that aren't magic based we still need magic. I just hate it all." It was something he said so often that it no longer bothered him to say it. No doubt, it was also something his quill had heard a lot and yet there it floated, dutifully taking down this conversation as if it was the first time.
Having fully gone into the issue at hand, Blaise didn't think it necessary to answer the question on why he wasn't excited. It was obvious. So long as Hogwarts required him to learn and cast magic, he would never be excited to come back. He'd never be excited to go anywhere really. The boy perked up some at the mention of Durmstrang. "One of my cousins used to go there! He liked it a lot and they have combat teams and they still play Quidditch and he says it's much nicer than Hogwarts!" Nodnod. True story. "Dad wanted me going there but mum still isn't convinced." Shame but there was nothing he could do about that.
And then it happened....
The prefect went and mentioned the BANE of his Hogwarts existence and suddenly Blaise was finding it difficult to keep his composure. The quill suddenly scribbling at an accelerated pace should have been enough of a giveaway that an explosion was coming and it was hurrying to make sure it missed nothing. "That sodding club is the absolute worst thing that could have happened to Hogwarts! Even worse is mum thinks it'll help me and won't let me freakin' quit! Always the same thing, Merlin's beard! Go into the arena, have none of my spells work, nearly DIE and run and dodge and belly flop because forget shielding." Dumb club, very dumb and stupid and awful and he was going to have WORDS with Professor Hirsch.
Hugo listened to the Gryffindor and nodded occasionally at his comments. Well, sure he couldn't blame him to hate Hogwarts if he was having trouble with magic, everything was related to magic here. But so, it was in other schools, at least wizarding schools, yeah.
There were a few things Hugo could have said to Blaise but, the thing was, that
maybe he shouldn't say them. Like, have you tried to ask for help to the professors? Probably he had. Or even offer him some help and Hugo knew that chances of him accepting his offer were zero. The conversation changed subject briefly. "
They do? That's cool. I should have left Hogwarts for a year just to see what it was like in there" but now, it was just a thought and not a priority for him.
Everything was going well until the mention of the dueling club. It was like the worst thing he could have ever said. Even Blaise's quill knew that. And yeah, he exploded. Hugo had no more doubt of the Gryffindor hate for magic. "
And what if I help you?" even if at first he thought it was not a good idea to suggest it he also thought there could be a chance Blaise would accept it.