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Jamie shifted himself slightly as Ginny mentioned she had seen the Weird Sisters play in a field once, it wasn't really much different, in all honesty. He knew for sure that she wouldn't be completely ignorant to what the idea of one was, especially considering she wasn't like one of those all high and mighty wizarding pure blood elitist families, which, in a way he was grateful for; they wouldn't even be on talking terms if she was part of that malarkey. While Jamie was known for being that person who wouldn't hold grudges against people for minor things or their background, that was something he definitely felt strongly about, all things considered what had just happened, his feelings about it had gotten ten times stronger. "Well, during the Summer I'm considering going to one or two, I mean, they do cost but they're full weekends full of dancing, drinking and camping out," He began explaining, then realising he was treating her as if she had never lived before, "So, if you're up for, want to come?" He asked, pushing past the anxiety of even asking. He felt ridiculous having his stomach doing back flips even asking her if she wanted to go for a weekend of partying, who in their right mind wouldn't be up for that? 

Thinking about which one he'd want to go to was going to be difficult, especially with not being able to access the internet and see what was on offer for each different festival, and not to mention the fact with the dates or where they were even being held. Who knew when these event management teams wanted to change up the locations for each one, it was ridiculous they did it so rarely, but when they did, it would throw everything out of sync and people would need to look at various other forms of transport. Thankfully for Jamie, he knew he could probably just fly there, or worst comes to worst, apparate and hope he didn't get caught. Then, there was the choice of portkey, but that in itself was a pain getting them set up, well, finding someone who knew how to was the biggest challenge. "I mean, they're a good weekend from what I've seen, and we will be surrounded by muggles who won't have a clue about us, or who we are, and not only that, I'm sure a fair few muggleborns go, so it can't be that bad," He mused, mainly to himself, but in a half hearted attempt to convince her to come along if she had been having any doubts about it in the first place. There was Jamie, trying to get someone to go out of their comfort zone, knowing full well if they had offered him a wizarding all weekend duelling competition, he would have backed out immediately because he didn't have the first idea of what was involved. Wait, are they even a thing? 

It wasn't such a bad thing, having best of both worlds, being able to switch up as and when he pleased, for the most part, but it was quite difficult not to let slip around his one and only muggle friend when they asked what he had been to at school, he had to alter things; History of Magic was just history class, and he had to be careful not to mention the fact that things weren't quite as the muggles knew. He often saw magical creatures that he would want to go and pet, but he had to ignore them and pretend they didn't exist because he knew for a fact that if Ryan saw them, he would freak out and begin asking questions. Maybe there would be a time on his life where he could tell his friend all about it, but he doubted very much that would be any time soon. He did wonder if there was any way at all that wizarding and muggle folk could live side by side, openly without there being war, but just like with anything unknown to muggles, they would riot, probably cause a war; one which they'd most likely lose. who in their right mind would go up against people who brandished wands and spells that could kill with quite simply, a matter of a few words? Idiots, that's who. 'Wow, you're beginning to think just like them' He thought to himself, them referring to those who wanted to get the word of the magical people out there, from what he hadgathered, though, in a not such co-existing way.

Unable to understand how Ginny was able to reply with 'I'm not too bad', he found his face turning to slight disbelief without even intending to do so; at least one of the two had managed to move on properly. So far, all Jamie's plans for the year revolved around focusing on his studies and trying to keep his mind off of losing his partner. He hadn't forgotten what he looked like, but he had pretty much forgotten what his voice sounded like, it had been way too long since he had the pleasure of hearing it. The words he spoke still echoed in his ear, but the voice they were coming from was his own, sometimes he wondered if his partner had even spoke them, sometimes wondering if he was making them up in his head to make himself feel better and bring himself some sort of comfort. Doubting himself almost daily was becoming the norm, but the damage done was almost unrepairable, the idea of being whole again seemed to be something of a fantasy. "Well, I'm glad you're doing okay," He stated simply, with a slight tone of relief in his voice present, but he himself was unsure if it was relief that he wouldn't need to be the shoulder she cried on, or if it was relief that she was doing okay in general and beginning to get her life back on track. 

What she said next was something that he couldn't agree more with, even not as a parent, he didn't want his own brother coming back to Hogwarts just yet, not until things had sorted themselves out properly. Still, it seemed that things were picking up, even though the traumatic scars were still all around and evident for everyone to see, not int the building so much, more in the atmosphere and the sunken look of others as they roamed around, it appeared that there were hints of hope that people were on their way to recovery. Every now and then, Jamie would clock someone had a genuine smile on their face when walking around with their friends. It wasn't often, but it was enough to glimmer a little bit of light into what seemed to be a dark path that they had yet to come out on the other end of. "I personally wouldn't, but then again, with him gone, I assume most parents would feel safe doing so," He replied after thinking for a second, trying to think about it logically. Thing is, he knew that there was no such thing as logic at the moment in this place, hell, it wouldn't surprise him if he got told he was about to go back into the first year with some bullshit reason that, in the minds of everyone who experienced the horrors, made total sense. This year was going to be one of those ones where he knew he would just have to wing it and go with the flow. 

Looking around, he noticed some faces that he thought seemed familiar. Some of them seemed to be less affected that others, which he found slightly concerning, some of these people, he knew for sure, had been here during the battle. Maybe they were just good at hiding their emotions, maybe they were good at hiding guilt and trauma, or maybe they truly were unaffected. Others, he noticed, seemed to be more angry than anything, but what did they have to be angry about, he wondered, unless, good God, they were rooting for Voldemort. Surely that wasn't possible. They wouldn't be in the school still, surely they would have disappeared with the rest of the followers, into the darkness, or to the wizarding prison, which he still wasn't entirely sure what it was called. Being someone who kept themselves to themselves, he didn't even really wonder what it was, or if there even was one, but surely there would, he remembered seeing Sirius Black's posters sprawled everywhere during his second year. Jamie turned his head around back to face Ginny, then pushed himself up off of the step, they really should move off of the stairs, not only was it blocking the way, but he was almost sure he was beginning to get piles. "Turns out the stairs aren't the most comfortable thing to sit on," He announced as he brushed down the back of his trousers, all while realising his attempt to make a light hearted not even that funny comment sounded a lot better in his head, timing was everything and this probably wasn't the best of times to be trying humour, and he realised that pretty quickly. 

Thinking forward to the feast, his mind almost glazed over for a few seconds until he decided to attack the question head on, "Do you think there's going to be a speech about it?" He asked cautiously, knowing full well the question could go either way. He felt, or rather knew that he didn't even need to mention what 'it' was, everyone knew what it meant when someone asked about an 'it', it didn't take a genius to figure it out, either.

Attempting to put on the brave face was going to be more difficult this year. Sure, he had lost someone himself, but he knew he hadn't been through the traumatic events that actually took place first hand, so what right did he really have to be upset and the centre of depression this year? Surely it should be those who had actually been at the school while that fight happened and the ones who witnessed death and injuries that changed lives forever. He could only imagine the sort of scenes that would have been here, knowing for a fact that if he was here during it happened, he wouldn't be able to be sat on these steps today. A few students had given him a glare or two, considering the amount of room he was taking up on the steps, quite selfish of him really, but with the mind frame he was in, he didn't really care. On that note, however, it didn't seem that many people actually cared too much either, everyone seemed to be dealing with things in their own ways. Being muggle born, he couldn't exactly come back through these castle doors the previous year, but due to a lot of home study, he somehow managed to keep up with what he had assumed would be a rough 'syllabus' for the year, and even found the time to mentor his younger brother during that time, all while attempting to keep his head afloat and fight the urges to attempt to sneak back into the castle. Now the time had come for him to actually come back, while he felt safe, he didn't feel entirely welcome still, the idea of a closeted death eater still roaming around almost terrified him, even though he could hold his own, it was a confrontation he didn't want to have. 

It didn't take him too long to hear a voice that was familiar, causing his head to spin around, almost snapping his head off of his shoulders. Of course, Ginny, the girl who, from what he had heard, had lost her brother, still seemed to be able to some how get through a smile, even if it did seem full of sorrow from where he sat. "Hey Ginny," He began, getting ready to offer condolences and those usual empty words that someone always gives when there's a loss, 'I'm here if you need anything'. Truth of the matter is, whenever someone said they, nine times out of ten they mean it for a while, until they move on first. In a sense, Jamie felt relieved when she asked the question first, it gave him time to delay having to offer that shoulder to cry on. Once again, slightly selfish and insensitive, but to him, he felt like he was dealing with enough. "Yeah, not too bad," He answered, then nodded towards her, almost as if he gestured he didn't have anything else to add to that, then gave the polite question back. "What about you? How're you holding up?" He asked, instantly dreading the words that had come out of his mouth. How could he be so stupid as to ask that, she had lost her brother, for crying out loud, and was the only Weasley left in Hogwarts, so essentially going through this alone. Attempting to make the conversation move on and away from the events at this point was going to just seem rude, he had to at least listen to her for a few minutes if she needed to talk or get things off of her chest. 

While he knew Ginny through classes, he couldn't boast they were best friends or anything, maybe this could be the year he completely changed his friendship circles, especially with everyone affected so differently, and from what he saw, a lot of people just seemed different in themselves, even those who he knew were supposedly the 'good guys'. Some of them just seemed a lot darker in character than he once believed. It was going to take a lot of getting used to, it almost seemed like he was entering the castle for the first time all over again. Nothing seemed to be what he knew, bar one or two people. "It's going to be a rough year, mate, I know that much for sure." He chimed with a sense of almost dread in his voice, pretty much voicing what he already knew, but never wanted to accept. 

{OoC: Yeah, makes sense really!}