Logan couldn’t recall Moody saying exactly how the spells were supposed to be dished out, but then again, he was surprised he managed to remember the project at all. And clearly Jason was remembering things, which was a plus and maybe meant he wasn’t a complete airhead. Perhaps Jason and Logan were more alike than they both realize and willing to admit. They both seemed to find classes pointless, maybe for different reasons, but who cared. Obviously their differences outnumbered the similarities. Their physical appearances being the obvious difference. Logan was short, scrawny, was pale skinned and had wavy, long jet-black hair. Whereas Jason, was tall, tan, muscular with perfect brown hair that created the perfect wave on top of his head. Not too mention gorgeous eyes. Jason was handsome without a doubt. 

Hearing Jason suggest the Quidditch pitch, Logan inwardly cringed. Of all the places in Hogwarts that Logan avoids, it is the Quidditch pitch. In fact, the only time he has ever been on it was when they took flying lessons first year. Logan couldn’t even get his broom to go “up!” He knew right away he would never fly, and he was completely fine with that. But Quidditch meant fans, and fans screamed and were loud, everything Logan does not enjoy. But maybe if it was empty, it wouldn’t be so bad.

Without even being able to answer, Jason pulled Logan from his seat. Logan barely had time to grab his bag as he was being dragged out. Logan would have been more annoyed if he hadn’t gotten everything packed up, but there was a brief moment of amusement in his eyes. Jason’s excitement was contagious, and Logan was unsure how he felt about it. It wasn’t that Logan wants to be miserable, and for the most part he is content with life, but expressing emotions was not something Logan has mastered.

Walking along through the corridors, Logan having to walk rather quickly to keep up, he heard Jason ask if he’s ever been to a match. Logan wasn’t going to lie, so he said “Nope, never been to one.”

To him it was no big deal. Again, he had absolutely no desire to go. They reached the entrance to the outdoor courtyard and stepped outside. It was a beautiful fall day. Not too hot, not too cold. And the leaves on the trees were beginning to change colors. This was Logan’s favorite time of the year. He loved it so much that sometimes he would choose to read outside instead of the library, assuming of course, he found a quiet spot to do so.