Enchanted ||Losers Club at Hogwarts

Four

Stan-
Stan stared into his blue potion, the feeling of failure and worthlessness oozing through his veins like some kind of syrup. Not only was he failing at making this potion, but he was forced to do it alone since no one had wanted to pair up with him. His only friend was laughing and joking with some strange Gryffindor boy he had never seen in his life and not even noticing the poor Ravenclaw fretting to himself quietly. Stan averted his eyes from the two blushing boys, putting his hands on his head, raking his long thin fingers through his neat curly hair.
What did he do wrong? Why was Richie ignoring him? Why wasn't his potion working? Why was everyone avoiding him? Why was he all alone? Why did Richie choose a stranger over him? What did Stan do? Was it something he could fix? Why is this happening to him?
Stan could feel his heart hammering in his chest and his breaths felt short. The thoughts weighed down on him, pushing him heavier and heavier, a dark cloud of worry and anguish hanging over him. His palms were slick with sweat and his eyes were filling with tears- he did something to make Richie hate him but he didn't know what.
Stan gave into the darkness, shoving his face into his sweaty hands, the tears making the damp skin even wetter. The thoughts echoed through his mind, worry the only thing he could comprehend.
The boy was stirred from his anguish by someone screaming his name.
"STAN! HELP ME!" The familiar voice screeched. Stanley looked up, rubbing his tears away, to see Richie dashing towards him, the Gryffindor boy charging after him, an angry get playful look on his face, holding his wand like a dagger, shouting about some joke Richie had said.
Richie ducked behind the Ravenclaw and the little Gryffindor stopped in front of him. He looked rather confused, but like a sweet boy, the kind of person Stan wished he were friends with.
"Wait who are you?"
"This is my best friend Stan. And he's Jewish so if you attack us it's like basically a hate crime you know?" Richie said from behind the curly haired boy. Stan chuckled. He's missed his best friend.
"Oh! I'm Eddie! It's nice to meet you, Stan! Do I have your blessing to murder your friend?" The tan boy smiled sweetly, shaking Stan's hand. Stan grinned. He liked this kid already.
"Go ahead. He's annoying anyways. As a matter of fact, I have a spell perfect for you to use on him."
"Hey!" Richie exclaimed as Stan whispered the spell into Eddie's ear. "What're you telling him?!"
A mischievous smile grew on Eddie's face as Stan stepped out of the way. Eddie cast the spell, grinning excitedly. With a flash of dull light, Richie had suddenly manifested the features of what seemed to be a wolf.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" He shouted, his hands feeling the large ears on his head, he grabbed his hood and pulled it over his face in embarrassment.
Eddie laughed, happy with his accomplishment, before he saw the teacher heading their way.
"Shit." To say the least, the boys all got detention, and Richie was mortified. He kept the hood on, careful to not let Eddie see him.
"What's wrong, Rich?" Stan asked.
"I don't know, maybe the fact that you told him a spell to turn me into a freaking animal!"
"Why's it such a big deal? It wears off." Stan shrugged.
"Because...Because I think...I think I like him, Stanley." Richie said, visibly distraught, grabbing onto Stan's robes. Stan felt his heart drop into his stomach. The blood drained from his face as he processed the words the boy had just said.
"Well shit." He mumbled. Richie nodded sadly.
"Definitely." The animal boy agreed.
This situation couldn't get any worse, could it?