⚡ Hogwarts AU - Patrolling with Steve

[prettysure]

Being a prefect had always seemed to Gwen like the proverbial double-edged sword: On the one hand, the additional responsibilities provided unique opportunities she might not otherwise have. She particularly liked, for instance, assisting the first years when she had been in fifth, and being in charge of the regular Ravenclaw study group. On the other, the position came with a less-than-ideal reputation, and some very tedious tasks. Her first year as a prefect, she'd absolutely loathed going on patrols, despite that Charles Xavier wasn't bad company; nobody wanted to be caught out of bounds, and when the halls were clear, all she could think of was how much time she was wasting.

Now, two years later and Head Girl, evening patrols were one of the favorite parts of her week. Over the last three years, she'd earned respect for being firm yet fair with her authority, and had learned that crime didn't always merit a punishment. She didn't dread finding someone doing something wrong, but had rather easily slipped into a leadership role as she'd gotten older, like a big sister to the entire school. And the boring parts? Those were a blissful break from an academic and social schedule that kept her hopping all week long.

The night was clear and crisp, fall beginning to give way to winter, and the halls had been mostly quiet. Hands tucked in her robe, she cast a sidelong glance to Steve beside her as they strolled through the halls, their footfalls softly echoing off the old stone.

"It's weird, isn't it, the way things change when you get older?" she asked with a curious cant of her head. "I used to hate this. Now it's the best part of my day."

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[prettysure]

"Oh, wouldn't I," Gwen corrected, finally breaking the facade with a laugh and a wide smile. "Although it might be insult to injury, seeing as they both already lost to a Hufflepuff," she added, pointing a finger Steve's way with a smug little wink. "Salt in the wound and all that. Wouldn't be very sporting."

Gwen was pretty sure that when Steve was appointed Head Boy, Charles and Erik were the only two people in the school who were surprised. She'd tried to not be too amused by their disappointment, she really, really had.

"But seriously, though," she began again, turning toward him and reaching to touch his arm. "You ought to come out to London during the holiday. We're only up in Hampstead, so I wouldn't even have to floo. We could make a day of it."

Even if Bucky would be there with him, it made her sad to think of them knocking about the castle alone at Christmastime.

[captain_rogers]

The haughty, marble-smooth perfection of Gwen's expression when she played at a seriousness not actually felt was one that had found its way onto the pages of Steve's sketchbook more than once. As pretty as the girl was, his attention to the shift and play of her expressions had always been more aesthetic than romantic or sexual, and it was no less true then. He liked the way her smile lit up her face, as he did the triumph in making her break character.

His grin for her then had little to do with Charles or Erik, for his having netted the position of Head Boy (and she was wrong, he had still been surprised when he had discovered the badge in his packet - only for a moment, but all the same). No, it had all to do with the way her nose wrinkled when she laughed and his own joke having gone over well.

Her touch was nothing less than delicate, but he slowed in his step all the same to assure them both that she had his full attention as she spoke more soberly.

The Christmases at Hogwarts were beyond anything he had imagined as a small child, those early Christmases first painted in sickness and his mother's increasingly harsh coughing, and later with thin sheets and hastily made gifts at the orphanage. The celebrations the others went to with their families seemed more the stuff of fiction than real life, but distant enough that he no longer imagined taking part in them as he had so long before. But he could not say that a day in London with Gwen was unappealing, and he smiled. "We can always hike out to the edges of Hogwarts," he told her, immediately and unthinkingly including Bucky in the plan as there was no way in heaven or earth he'd leave his best mate behind at Christmas, "And apparate from there. Wouldn't have to rely on the train that way."

[prettysure]

Despite their over six years in school together, Gwen didn't know much about Bucky beyond his reputation, which tended to run toward being good on the Quidditch field and a skirt chaser. That he was Steve's best friend, however, said a lot for him in Gwen's estimation, and having him along had seemed rather like a foregone conclusion anyhow.

"I'll owl my mum and ask her to see if there's anything fun going on," she said, taking up their stroll again. "Diagon's always done up for the holidays, but the Muggles do all sorts of things, too. It's interesting to see how they get around needing magic- I can't imagine what's involved in all the decorating they do, it must be exhausting."

[captain_rogers]

His lips quirked up in his amusement, though he nodded in agreement. "You do remember I grew up with Muggles, right?" He asked her, his tone lifting into something light and teasing. Being a half-blood hadn't mattered much to any in his House, the topic one that was more likely to bring curiosity or increasingly outlandish questions on all things Muggle. Where the rest of the school could fall one way or another, from a few of the Slytherins at one extreme with vicious joy taken in humiliating him in his younger years to Ravenclaw classmates who thought to use him as a handy resource for their Muggle Studies classes, but the 'Puffs had never looked at him twice for it.

"Not that I've ever been part of any decorating committees, but you can't help but be in the thick of it when December rolls around." The months he spent away from Hogwarts had become ones he buried himself in short term jobs, saving up any and all money he could for his and Bucky's plan to find a place for themselves once they were out of school, but those had never included the winter months and so he could not claim to have worked wrapping gifts or working a retail job dealing with post-holiday returns. Still, he had been fascinated by the glitz and gaudiness of the holidays. Hard not to when the holiday had been presented up as the things dreams were made of, complete with images of full, happy families enjoying themselves.

All worlds away from the orphanage and surly nuns and cold Christmases.

[prettysure]

"Yes, I remember," Gwen replied, giving Steve a playful knock with her elbow in reprimand. "But you were little then. I mean, how much do kids really do when they're that young? You can't tell me you were climbing ladders to hang bunting in the rafters with… Oh, I don't know, rope? String? Chewing gum? What do Muggles use for things like that?" She laughed, easy but self-deprecating, with a shake of her head. "And to think, I was so proud that I got top marks in Muggle Studies."

She still remembered how small Steve had been when they'd first begun at Hogwarts—The smallest and most frail of all the boys, really, and many of the girls, too. It was ridiculous, but she felt a tiny flash of anxiety thinking of little Steve wobbling atop a towering ladder. Glancing sidelong, she reminded herself that an uncanny growth spurt had ensured he was plenty sturdy now.