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Daphne looked at him with a rather disgusted look as he ate. "Are you trying to make the rest of us lose our appetite?" she asked with a wince as he shoved food into his mouth.
"Hungry," was Magnus' only response before he stuffed another two strips of bacon into his mouth and began to make himself a bacon butty with extra red sauce.
"Yes we can see that," Daphne sniffed, "but that doesn't mean you have to eat like a farm animal."
Tracey smirked, "better be careful or else someone might mistake you for Weasley," she teased.
At that comment, Magnus paused as he raised his butty to his face but only for a second before taking a bite and then reluctantly putting it down onto his plate, "low blow" he commented shooting Tracey a scathing look to which she only smiled at.
"So how are you feeling after yesterday," Daphne asked after taking a drink, "you looked exhausted when your Aunt took you from the hall."
"I was. Aunt Andy said I was bordering on magical exhaustion when she helped me to bed after, and she caught me before I came down here," Magnus explained.
"She's told me not to use my magic for the rest of the day at least, and let the other professors know to excuse me from any practical work for the next two days as a precaution."
"Not surprising," Daphne said with a rather thoughtful look on her face, "given the advanced magic you used in the duel, I was surprised you were down today at all. There is a reason that they don't teach such advanced spells to first years you know, aside from the obvious difficulty, we'd be drained in an hour of practising them at our age."
"Its why everyone was so impressed with you being able to pull off fourth-year magic at your age, you must have some magical reserves to have been able to cast as many spells as you did, I don't think I could have pulled it off." Tracey admitted.
Magnus thought on that, he hadn't really thought about it like that before, but it made sense, it was rather incredible now that it was explained to him.
He just hadn't thought about it before.
'Eh just another thing to research in the future,' he thought to himself before taking another bite of his bacon butty.
That was when the hoots and squawks of owls filled the hall as the morning mail arrived as the owls swooped in from above with letters and packages all in claw for delivery.
'Incoming,' Magnus heard Erebus' voice in his head before looking up as his familiar in owl form swooped down with letters in his talons and a copy of the daily prophet as well.
Magnus arched an eye as he took them from him, 'Who are these from?' He mentally asked looking at the letters
'Read them and find out.' was the reply he got in return before Erebus pinched a strip of his bacon and took to the air again.
Magnus rolled his eyes before he put the letters down to look at in a moment before he checked the front page of the daily prophet and smirked at the headlines he saw.
"House Black's Honour Defended, public apology from House Malfoy."
"Honour duel bet results in House Malfoy losing its only Heir."
What followed below both was a recount of the events that had happened the day before in the duel and how it had all gone down.
Moody had apparently been more than happy to give a detailed account of what he had witnessed as the designated Auror chosen for the task, and made it clear of his dislike of Draco's use of dark magic and voiced his suspicions of just where he had learned them.
Below that, Magnus noticed the brief paragraph that was dedicated to Lucius' publicly announced apology that was worded exactly as he had spoken it in the great hall before the next paragraph went over the events that had led to it all started.
Magnus shook his head, it might have not been the great grand apology that he had been looking for but it didn't matter.
He would take what he could get from Lucius, and now everyone would know that House Black and most importantly himself, would be taking no insults laying down.
"Well that was a rather poor apology," Daphne said as she read her own copy of the prophet, "but I suppose an apology is an apology, at least the matter is settled now."
"Yeah," Magnus said as he put his paper to the side and took up the letters again. There were three in total.
And the wax seal on the first he instantly recognised to be from Gringotts.
Cracking the seal he opened it and smirked at the content.
"Heir Black,
I am writing to inform you that the fifty thousand galleons compensation from House Malfoy has been claimed and deposited into the Black family vaults, upon word of your victory over the former Heir Malfoy.
And I would like to personally thank you for the privilege of doing so, their account manager is disliked by a great many here because of House Malfoys dealings, watching such a large sum from the Malfoy's vaults was a great shame to him and a very pleasing sight to me.
I hope you will have further dealings with the Malfoys that will allow me such enjoyment again.
May gold overflow your vaults and your enemies fall by your blade.
Ironclaw
Account manager for the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black."
'Well that is one very happy goblin,' Magnus thought as he folded the letter and put it away into his robes before he opened the other two and blinked at what he saw.
Both basically were the same thing, an invitation to learn from the writers in duelling techniques, as both had been suitably impressed by his display during his duel with Draco.
One was from his head of House, Professor Flitwick, a former three-time duelling circuit champion, and the other... was from Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody himself.
Only one thought crossed Magnus' mind as he looked at both the letters, 'well this could prove interesting.'
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