The beginning of each term was, for Coach Amelia Pierce, a time to go over each team's roster and cross out the names of the seventh years who had graduated. If the team no longer had a captain, she promoted the assistant, and named a new one.
Aladren's roster looked particularly bleak with three of the names crossed off.
She took out a quill and wrote off a quick note:
Dear Daniel Nash II,
Congratulations! You have been promoted not only to Head Boy but to full Quidditch Captain this year.
That couldn't come as a surprise, but it would probably still feel like an accomplishment when the promotion was made official.
Please put up a roster in your common room and hold try-outs. Unless you have a better suggestion or an objection, I am going to assign
She paused for a second and looked over the remaining three names left on last year's roster.
Edmond Carey as your assistant. Please inform him of his promotion and good luck this year.
Sincerely, Coach Amelia Pierce
The Aladrens had won the Quidditch Cup last year, but Daniel would need all the luck he could get this year with the team as decimated by the three graduations as it was.
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The owl from Coach Pierce was an expected thing, so Daniel collected the letter with the familiar handwriting on it without worrying about why he might be getting an letter so early in the term. (He'd learned to recognize the coach's handwriting during the year he was soccer captain.) He fed the owl a treat and sent it on its way before opening the envelope and reading the contents.
He felt a warm buzz of accomplishment as he read her congratulations, and looked down at the two badges he was already wearing. He'd gotten the Captain's badge from Thomas at the end of last year, and the Head Boy badge, obviously, had come from the Headmaster at the Opening Feast. The assistant badge he'd worn was still up in his bags (presumably Jera had turned hers in to the coach directly since he only had the one) and now he knew who to give it to.
He hurried up the stairs to fetch it and then returned to the common room to stalk it until Edmond Carey made an appearance. No sense in putting it off.
When he did spot the younger Aladren, Daniel put aside his book, stood up from his chair, and called out, "Hey, Edmond!" Satisfied he'd gotten the other boy's attention he waited until they were at a more normal speaking distance before he held out the Assistant Captain badge and grinned at him, "Want another badge to balance out the prefect one on your robes?"
He had no objection to it when he was working on something, or felt social, but when he was reading, Edmond usually abandoned the common room in favor of the library. The colors in the commons, along with the just infrequent enough to be difficult to ignore movements of other Aladrens, were distracting, especially if he was working his way through one of the especially difficult tomes Robert had set for him. His foster father wasn’t nearly as good at picking books which were well-written as well as informative as his foster mother was, and the things Robert had him read usually required all his discipline to finish.
Right now, he was struggling through a very dull history of the original magical intrusions at Jamestown, which had just enough glimmers in it for him to realize it might have been interesting in the hands of an author who didn’t ramble so much about money to the exclusion of telling him what people had actually done, and it was going slowly. He’d made it through almost twenty pages in one sitting before not realizing until the last line of a paragraph that he’d read it twice, which was his signal to go back to his dormitory and find another book, possibly one for his actual classes here. Pre-reading was much better than economic history, and would do him more immediate good as well.
No sooner than he came back into the common room, though, than he heard his name and, since the Head Boy outranked a prefect – and dear goodness, he still wasn’t used to that – went over to the speaker. “Hello, Daniel,” he said politely. “I hope you’re well today.”
The grin seemed to support the theory that Daniel was, which was good, considering that Edmond was involved. “Balance is good,” he said, taking the Assistant Captain’s badge from the captain. “I wasn’t expecting either, though. It seems I’m considered more reliable than I realized.” Logically, of course, he really should have expected this one, being the next oldest member of the team after Daniel now that Thomas and Jera were gone, but it had simply never occurred to him that he’d even be considered for a position of authority. It was good that he hadn’t sent the letters to inform the family of his first badge off yet.
Of course, Daniel couldn’t have cared less about any of those things, and hearing one’s second in command expressing something like doubt about his abilities was likely not a desirable thing. “The family record, you know,” he added, confident that he had done nothing to suggest mental instability in Daniel’s presence in the past five years, during which they had crossed paths fairly often. “It’s almost traditional to antagonize…everyone, now that I think of it.” He shook his head slightly. “I assure you, though, I’ll do my best to assist you properly.” He offered Daniel his hand to shake.