The days at Hogwarts flew by. Calix liked most of his teachers, except for one. The professor was named Douglas. Professor Douglas had greasy black hair, much like Calix’s. The professor always regarded Calix with the same look: resentment and curiosity swirled into a smoothie of hatred. One day Professor Douglas held Calix back after class, lecturing him about his “concrete-like” potion. Calix grimaced. After the lecture was over Douglas looked at Calix with The Look. “Where are your parents from Calix?” Professor Douglas asked, coolly, his wording crisp and sharp. “I’m an orphan.” Calix mumbled. He shouldered his bag and ran off to meet Callie. Callie, who had become his best friend. “Hey Calix!” She chirped. Over the past week she’d seemed disappointed about winding up in Ravenclaw, but Calix was secretly pleased. A Gryffindor and Slytherin could not be friends. “Where you headed?” Calix asked. “Oh, dada.” She responded. Calix nodded. Hogwarts kids often referred to defense against the dark arts as “DADA”, or, more commonly, “dada”. “Well, I’ve got to dash, or else I’ll be late for Herbology.” “Okay, bye Cal.” Calix stiffened, he did not particularly enjoy the nickname Cal. “Bye Cal.” He said, making use of the fact their names had the same prefix. Callie laughed and hurried away.
lol I finally updated. I will try to be more consistent with my fanfic. School has been cutting into my Scratch time, but summer is close, so I’ll also make a lot of content then too.
