A crossover between Young Avengers and Harry Potter. Or more accurately, Hogwarts because Harry Potter makes no appearance. It's ridiculous, I know.
Young Avenger/Harry Potter aren't mine.
Could Have Been Reading Seeker Weekly
Tommy sat at his desk, jiggling his foot impatiently. He had decided the moment that a History of Magic began that it was the most boring class in the universe. Mr. Xavier droned on and on and on and if Tommy wasn't so hyper all the time he'd probably be asleep like the rest of the Gryffindor students. If he were in Transfiguration it wouldn't be so bad. At least in that class, he could entertain himself by annoying some of the Slytherins.
And it was completely unfair that Flying wasn't until mid afternoon and he had to wait through Muggle Studies before he could actually enjoy himself. There was nothing like being on a broom and zipping around without a care in the world; going against the wind and feeling free. If only he could fly around all day, but, you know, education and all that.
Glancing around the classroom, Tommy's eyes landed on Eli who looked bored but was taking notes anyway. What a waste, Tommy thought. Mr. Xavier tended to teach his lessons word for word from the textbook most days (which Tommy himself would just speed-read through later) but if the other boy wanted death by hand cramp, so be it.
Sometimes he just didn't understand that Bradley kid. He acted like a straight A student and was professor's pet in most of his classes but Tommy had heard about Eli getting into fights and had even witnessed confrontation between him and some of the Slytherins on a few occasions. Tommy wondered if doing well academically and being Head Boy kept Eli out of trouble when he, oh, say, threatened to punch that little shit in the dining hall today and Professor Rogers shook his head but didn't say anything.
Tommy also wondered if he could get away with it too.
He kind of doubted it though.
He realized he had still been staring at Eli when said boy looked up from his notes at him. Eli raised an eyebrow and mouthed the word 'practice' before turning back to his notes. Tommy rolled his eyes; like he could forget something that had to do with riding his broom.
Just then the bell rang, signaling that it was time for his next class. "Finally!" He exclaimed, grabbing the jumble of papers that may or may not have been actual schoolwork and racing out the door.
Tommy briefly wondered as he ran down the hall if doing well in Flying would keep him from getting in trouble on the Quiddich field.
It was much later, when students were piling into the Great Hall for supper that Tommy decided he couldn't contain himself any longer. "Take a hint from my book."
Eli turned around to face the other Gryffindor with a raised eyebrow, "Excuse me?"
"You're excused," Tommy said flippantly. "You shouldn't copy stupid notes in class anymore. It's useless and Xavier like, totally doesn't care. Just do what I do and read the text the night before. S'easier."
Eli stared at him for a moment then shook his head with a sigh. "I don't want hints from any of your books, Shepherd."
"What? What's wrong with my books?"
Eli didn't bother answering as he walked away.