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Muggle Meets Magic
Serena cherry: sorry its short but other chapters will be done better!
Prologue
It was a cool October day in England, the sun dulled by thin clouds, and the streets filled with slush from sleet.
Now on a day like this anyone would think it wise to stay inside, but Harry Potter was running, for she was very late for school.
She was not the only one, though, not enjoying herself. Their where a few others, five to be exact.
"D. Dursley," called Quatre as he tried to hide his scowl as his eyes landed on the fat, bully of a kid. Oh yes, what had he been doing here.
He and the other four pilots had achieved an all out low.
Teaching children, specifically snobbish, stuck up 5th graders, was not his idea of a fun time. He could tell the others didn't like the situation much either.
Now he wasn't a kid-hater, oh no, he loved kids it' s just- you had to notice how snobbish, rude, and mean kids like these really were! They were horrible!
Now he had been able to hide the scowl on his face so that the children wouldn't know how stressed he was. His friends however, were who he was worried about.
Duo had found the situation funny and it would be easier for him as he was more of a child than anyone had ever seen.
As for the other three....
Heero had raised an eyebrow and quickly said no. They had to check him for guns before they left; For the children's safety of course. He had only carried a small hand gun, so it wasn't that bad. Yet he had a sinking feeling they missed at least one.
Trowa was more quiet but had protested nonetheless.
And Wufei had been furious but in the end had finally given in.
When he had finished with the attendance Quatre smiled.
"We have a new student today who has risen up from the fourth grade. As I understand she's your cousin Dudley."
Dudley grunted a yes and Duo rolled his eyes. He had taken an instant dislike for the 'Fat hippo' and most likely the girl was the same, only smarter.
"Well can you tell us a little a bit about her?" He asked.
Dudley scowled, his fat features contorting while his chins wobbled, "I live with her. She's a nightmare. She always does things wrong and she is always causing a lot of trouble. She is sooo skinny, you would think her a walking corps!"
"Now Mr. Dursley!" said Quatre. "That is a cruel thing to say!"
Then he spun to a snickering Duo and hissed, "And as for you! You're supposed to at least TRY to set a good example! Be kind to the child. I'm sure she has some kind of disease or something if she is that bad."
"Oh yeah she has a disease all right," yelled one kid, "I went over to her house once and she was so weird. She never talks and is always so weird. She might be pretty- If she rely thought of gaining a few pounds. And she never laughs! And all she dose is read and and and!"
Suddenly the door creaked open and a small girl came in. She had the blackest hair any of the pilots ever seen, and her big green eyes were bright and curios. Indeed the girl was skinny- unhealthily skinny- and she had a big bruise on her left cheek and a cut above her right brow that looked like it was done by a knife.
"Sorry I'm late," she said in a soft voice that could barely be heard.
"Hey Potter!" yelled a kid, "Why don't you go back to preschool and learn to talk more!"
All the kids laughed while Duo made a detention slip. Quatre went to lecture him, while Heero, Trowa, and Wofie stared at her silently. She blushed madly and looked down at the floor.
"Now I expect you to give Mrs. Potter more respect. Now Harry," he said once the riot of laughing children had stopped, "You just choose a empty seat."
Immediately every kid with a empty seat next to them blocked her way of getting in the seat.
"Now kids let her sit where she wants to," said Quatre.
"It's ok," she whispered, "I don't care."
She slowly made her way to the end and sat in a corner at least four seats away from the nearest kid.
"Well if you want that one," he whispered.
She didn't say anything, she just gave him an emotionless look, then bent down and picked up her backpack and started getting her stuff out putting it in her desk.
'This is going to be a long day!" thought Quatre in despair as he got hit in the back of the head with a spit ball.
Serena cherry: sorry its short but other chapters will be done better!
Prologue
It was a cool October day in England, the sun dulled by thin clouds, and the streets filled with slush from sleet.
Now on a day like this anyone would think it wise to stay inside, but Harry Potter was running, for she was very late for school.
She was not the only one, though, not enjoying herself. Their where a few others, five to be exact.
"D. Dursley," called Quatre as he tried to hide his scowl as his eyes landed on the fat, bully of a kid. Oh yes, what had he been doing here.
He and the other four pilots had achieved an all out low.
Teaching children, specifically snobbish, stuck up 5th graders, was not his idea of a fun time. He could tell the others didn't like the situation much either.
Now he wasn't a kid-hater, oh no, he loved kids it' s just- you had to notice how snobbish, rude, and mean kids like these really were! They were horrible!
Now he had been able to hide the scowl on his face so that the children wouldn't know how stressed he was. His friends however, were who he was worried about.
Duo had found the situation funny and it would be easier for him as he was more of a child than anyone had ever seen.
As for the other three....
Heero had raised an eyebrow and quickly said no. They had to check him for guns before they left; For the children's safety of course. He had only carried a small hand gun, so it wasn't that bad. Yet he had a sinking feeling they missed at least one.
Trowa was more quiet but had protested nonetheless.
And Wufei had been furious but in the end had finally given in.
When he had finished with the attendance Quatre smiled.
"We have a new student today who has risen up from the fourth grade. As I understand she's your cousin Dudley."
Dudley grunted a yes and Duo rolled his eyes. He had taken an instant dislike for the 'Fat hippo' and most likely the girl was the same, only smarter.
"Well can you tell us a little a bit about her?" He asked.
Dudley scowled, his fat features contorting while his chins wobbled, "I live with her. She's a nightmare. She always does things wrong and she is always causing a lot of trouble. She is sooo skinny, you would think her a walking corps!"
"Now Mr. Dursley!" said Quatre. "That is a cruel thing to say!"
Then he spun to a snickering Duo and hissed, "And as for you! You're supposed to at least TRY to set a good example! Be kind to the child. I'm sure she has some kind of disease or something if she is that bad."
"Oh yeah she has a disease all right," yelled one kid, "I went over to her house once and she was so weird. She never talks and is always so weird. She might be pretty- If she rely thought of gaining a few pounds. And she never laughs! And all she dose is read and and and!"
Suddenly the door creaked open and a small girl came in. She had the blackest hair any of the pilots ever seen, and her big green eyes were bright and curios. Indeed the girl was skinny- unhealthily skinny- and she had a big bruise on her left cheek and a cut above her right brow that looked like it was done by a knife.
"Sorry I'm late," she said in a soft voice that could barely be heard.
"Hey Potter!" yelled a kid, "Why don't you go back to preschool and learn to talk more!"
All the kids laughed while Duo made a detention slip. Quatre went to lecture him, while Heero, Trowa, and Wofie stared at her silently. She blushed madly and looked down at the floor.
"Now I expect you to give Mrs. Potter more respect. Now Harry," he said once the riot of laughing children had stopped, "You just choose a empty seat."
Immediately every kid with a empty seat next to them blocked her way of getting in the seat.
"Now kids let her sit where she wants to," said Quatre.
"It's ok," she whispered, "I don't care."
She slowly made her way to the end and sat in a corner at least four seats away from the nearest kid.
"Well if you want that one," he whispered.
She didn't say anything, she just gave him an emotionless look, then bent down and picked up her backpack and started getting her stuff out putting it in her desk.
'This is going to be a long day!" thought Quatre in despair as he got hit in the back of the head with a spit ball.