Having survived the opening feast without being hexed or becoming the victim of a food fight, Drew was optimistic for the year ahead. He couldn’t avoid Kit and Darlene forever (the roommates were in three-fifths of his classes), but maaaaaybe that wouldn’t be so bad? Darlene at least had had the summer to cope. Drew really hoped she was feeling better by now.
In the meantime, he was busy. He’d signed up for Quidditch again, of course (thank Merlin Connor wasn’t around anymore), and he’d volunteer for whatever the drama club ended up doing, if only to avoid getting inevitably drafted later. There was dueling club and self-defense club—Drew wasn’t sure what they were doing about the latter, but he didn’t intend to let it die just because two very fightable people had graduated. And he was still the editor of the newspaper.
That was why he was in the library today. Drew didn’t quite understand what business there could be between the newspaper and the head students. Remy hadn’t mentioned anything to him, but then again, they’d just gotten back. He hadn’t had a chance to properly catch up with her yet, beyond congratulating her on getting the badge, but he figured she would’ve given him a heads up about anything major. Then again, maybe that was why.After five years attending the school where his dad and stepfather taught, Drew was very familiar with the phrase “conflict of interest.” He barely knew Magdalena, except that she and Darlene got on in the way that most purebloods seemed to. So if there was any kind of serious news about Rocky Voices, maybe one of the staff had deputized Magdalena, since she wasn’t friends with Drew.
Not sure what to expect (were they being cut? No, Dad would have mentioned. Maybe Alena just wanted to start a column and it wasn’t actually an admin order?), Drew made his way to the library at their agreed time, wearing jeans and a green plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to just below the elbows. As promised, Magdalena was already posted up in the library looking like a business executive with a desk and papers. Papers… maybe she was trying to apply for Rocky Voices. Aw, that was kind of sweet. He could have told her she didn’t need to go to all this trouble.
“Yeah, hey,” Drew greeted Magdalena, sliding into the seat across from her. He started to answer her question (“yeah, I’m all right, how was your summer?”), but didn’t get the chance when Magdalena started speaking.
Oh. So this had nothing to do with the newspaper. Drew was beginning to see that he had really underestimated how much other people cared about his love life. Or, he supposed, Darlene’s love life, since Magdalena probably didn’t care too much about his. Drew let out a nervous, incredulous laugh. “Uhh,” he said. He’d learned this summer that when someone confronted you with something like this, you couldn’t just say it’s none of your business, so go away and expect that to work. On the other hand, Magdalena wasn’t saying that he needed to get back together with Darlene, unlike a certain cousin of his. Yet. “Look, I think it’s great you care about Darlene,” he tried. “I don’t know what you heard,” how quickly was this news getting around the school, anyway? Drew still hadn’t told anyone else, “but I tried to be as respectful as I could. What do you think I need to do to make it right, exactly?”