Had not it not been for the friends he had made within the school and the many fascinating subjects he had been allowed to study in his six years and change at Hogwarts, Steve might have thought he might have chosen to remain in the Muggle school system. Not out of any particular love of its many faults and rampant neglect of its students, but as he had ridden the Hogwarts Express that very first year with the knowledge that he would be leaving behind the bullies of his old neighborhood and his old school only for the potential to meet a new crop of the breed.
He had thought, on the arrival of his Prefect badge by owl before his fifth year, that there must have been some mistake made. That some other Hufflepuff had been assigned the responsibility and he had received it either by some member of the staff having labeled the letter incorrectly or perhaps that the owl had become confused somewhere on its trip and delivered it to the wrong address.
Saying so aloud had only earned him a reproachful nip from the beak of the harried looking owl before it had turned in disgust and flown away to finish its own duties.
Steve had then commanded little respect in or out of the classroom, and when not overlooked entirely by those around him (particularly girls, despite Bucky's best efforts), he had been prone to being cornered on a fairly regular basis by one bully or another. When, that was, he did not provoke their anger by speaking up at what he believed to be some wrong being done. Two years and having grown into the role of Prefect, now named Head Boy, as well as through a growth spurt between his fifth and sixth years, Steve understood why he had been chosen for the role and embraced its many responsibilities in favor of curtailing the more mean-spirited or cruel behavior of his fellow students and attempting to keep the peace.
"It is," he agreed, turning his head enough to be able to look at her a moment as they walked along on their rounds. "As long as Peeves isn't involved, right?" Steve teased lightly, thinking of the last time they had had come across the poltergeist having exploded several of the pumpkins meant for the Halloween feast, each splattering seeds and pumpkin flesh all over the library.
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Date: 2014-05-09 10:56 am (UTC)He had thought, on the arrival of his Prefect badge by owl before his fifth year, that there must have been some mistake made. That some other Hufflepuff had been assigned the responsibility and he had received it either by some member of the staff having labeled the letter incorrectly or perhaps that the owl had become confused somewhere on its trip and delivered it to the wrong address.
Saying so aloud had only earned him a reproachful nip from the beak of the harried looking owl before it had turned in disgust and flown away to finish its own duties.
Steve had then commanded little respect in or out of the classroom, and when not overlooked entirely by those around him (particularly girls, despite Bucky's best efforts), he had been prone to being cornered on a fairly regular basis by one bully or another. When, that was, he did not provoke their anger by speaking up at what he believed to be some wrong being done. Two years and having grown into the role of Prefect, now named Head Boy, as well as through a growth spurt between his fifth and sixth years, Steve understood why he had been chosen for the role and embraced its many responsibilities in favor of curtailing the more mean-spirited or cruel behavior of his fellow students and attempting to keep the peace.
"It is," he agreed, turning his head enough to be able to look at her a moment as they walked along on their rounds. "As long as Peeves isn't involved, right?" Steve teased lightly, thinking of the last time they had had come across the poltergeist having exploded several of the pumpkins meant for the Halloween feast, each splattering seeds and pumpkin flesh all over the library.