"Congratulations on the win" Solar said once they were within earshot of each other.

"Thank you!" Hyejin replied, happily, proud that Hufflepuff was able to redeem themselves in the sport.

A slight nudge to her right reminded her she wasn’t alone.

“Oh! Right. Unnie, this is Wheein my girlfriend.” Hyejin introduced.

The girl smiled widely, proudly displaying her dimple. “Jung Wheein, third year from Ravenclaw.” she stuck her hand.

Solar chuckled, noticing the hand was quite small like its owner. “Yes, I saw your game versus Slytherin, you were amazing!” she commented. “I’m Solar, fifth year of Gryffindor.  “

“She’s also a prefect so don’t release Ggomo to run down the corridors after midnight.” Hyejin added.

“That was once!” Wheein pouted. 

There was a time during their first year when Ggomo escaped his cage and went berserk around the Ravenclaw tower. Filch, Hogwart’s caretaker, nearly expelled Wheein after catching Ggomo chasing around his precious cat, Mrs. Norris. Thankfully, after a talk with Professor Flitwick, Wheein was only given a week of detention and suspended from one Quidditch game.

The group laughed as Wheein tried explaining herself as they walked back up towards the castle. Half of the time, Hyejin felt like she needed to compete with the stupid orange cat for Wheein's love. 

“Aw I bet Slytherin would’ve won today if Byulyi-unnie played.” Wheeinie whispered as they caught sight of the Slytherin team ahead of them. The players dragged their feet against the path, clearly exhausted from today’s game and in somber moods from their lost. 

Before she could stop herself, Solar asked curiously “Do you know why she didn’t play?” She ignored the look of surprise from Hyejin. 

They had not spoken about the Slytherin seeker after that day in the library and Solar had kept silent about any details during their detentions. Nonetheless, the detentions were long over by now but Solar kept hope that her friendship with the younger girl would continue in secret. 

Wheein slowed down her steps, making sure that they were further behind from the students in front of them. Clearly the girl knew exactly what happened and didn’t want too many to find out.

Solar herself desperately wanted to know what had happened to the brown haired fourth year although she had no idea why she was reacting this way.

“Don’t tell anyone.” Wheein mumbled. “But Byulyi-unnie got in a fight.”

Solar took note of how affectionately the little Ravenclaw had called the Sly