So...I found this fanfiction stored depp in the confines of my laptop. Like, buried underneath everything else. xD Be gentle, my Bloors Academy brethren. It's my first try at a Bone fanfic.

So...yeah. Sorry it's a little short.

Tancred Torsson stepped off the bus, brushing his blond hair back with a cocky grin on his face. His green cloak was already draped over his shoulders, but the sleeves were rolled up with nonchalance. His backpack, beat up, faded gray, was slung over one shoulder.

Many wouldn't have recognized him without his best friend, Lysander Sage, right next to him, but Lysander had been sick all weekend with a bad flu. So, he was arriving alone. His stormy eyes gave the grounds of Bloor's Academy a quick sweep. He sighed, resigning himself to walking into the school…when he noticed something a bit out of the ordinary.

A girl he didn't recognize was dragging a GIGANTIC, black instrument case behind her. And she seemed to be struggling with it. She paused every now and again to take a break, and then started dragging it again. She received many glares from the snootier students, sneering at the noise. He heard one of the boys made a rude comment, "This is why weak girls shouldn't be toting around such noisy instruments!" A drama boy. Tancred rolled his eyes, about to walk over to defend the girl, but she did something surprising. He couldn't help but laugh when she swiveled around to face one of the snickering boys. "What? You wanna be a gentleman and help with this, or are you gonna stand there and snigger like an idiot?" He hurried away, and she called, "Yeah, thought so!"

His smile softened when he noticed her huff. He walked towards her, able to keep steady pace with the gargantuan case. "That's a big instrument for a little girl like you, isn't it?" he asked, tone joking.

She turned, and his eyes widened. He stifled a gasp, smothering it with a sheepish grin.

Who did she remind him of?

She had chocolate brown hair, slightly golden where the few beams of sunlight hit it and darkly warm in the cloud's overhang. It fell to her shoulders in a feathery sort of manner. She was pale, with a spatter of freckles over the bridge of her nose. She had a skinny frame with thin wrists, but she quite obviously had hips. Her eyes were a blackberry brown sort of color, deep, slightly dark, but not menacing. Around her neck was a pair of large, puffy headphones.

"Big hair for a small guy," she said, breaking him out of his daze. She smiled ever so slightly and added, "Yeah, I talk. Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"Hey, now!" he exclaimed playfully. He easily had three inches on her, possibly even more. "I wouldn't be cracking short jokes at your height!"

She laughed, letting out a, "Phew," as she rested the instrument (whatever it was) on the ground. Tancred shook himself to keep from staring and asked, "Want me to help you with that?"

She looked a little surprised. But she recovered quickly and said, "Um…sure. Yeah. That'd be helpful, actually."

"Great," he smiled. She smiled as well, then said, "Grab that side handle right there, yeah, that one. Count of go, lift. Ready, steady, go!" With a heave, they both lifted their sides. Tancred hurriedly tried to grab more weight on his end, as the girl was struggling slightly. They walked into the building, laughing as they struggled. "I don't know where to go!" she laughed, groaning at the same time.

"Music room, we can drop it off there. That's what you're here for, isn't it?" He said this as he walked. She bit her lip, and then replied, "Yeah. Music." He thought she added something under her breath, but he couldn't be sure. They walked as fast as they could.

Finally, they reached the secluded instrument room of the Music wing. "Careful, ease it down…" they set it down gently, and collapsed on their butts, sighing and giggling a little. He wiped his forehead, one eye open as he grinned at her. "So, what exactly is that thing?"

"That," she nudged it with her foot, "is my bass. His name is Iggy." Tancred looked at her questioningly…she laughed, blushing. "I hav-had really weird friends."

"You're not from around here, are you?"

She shook her head. "Just moved to London about a week ago from California." She stood up, and then offered a hand to Tancred. He took it, and she helped him up. Her hand was surprisingly warm…burning, almost. She saw his face and withdrew quickly, then said, "So, I don't know your name. Unless you'd prefer I call you Blondie." Her grin was so mischievous, he had to smile back. He offered his hand. "Tancred Torsson."

Her smile went a little wider as she took his hand and shook it, withdrawing quickly again. Did she have a fever? "Torsson. Hi. I'm Margot Blythe." Tancred's face heated up a little…last names? The girl meant business.

"Blythe. Hey." They looked at each other for a split second, and then averted their gazes, laughing nervously. "So, ah, you got anybody to show you around?"

She was about to open her mouth when the bell rang. "Oh, crud." She hurried away, Tancred behind her. They parted at the assembly doors, so she could file in with the rest of the music students. "Yeah, actually. Kid named Dagbert Endless. Nice meetin' ya, Torsson!" With a wave, she disappeared into the crowd.

He hadn't time to tell her that her guide was a dangerous drowner and his greatest enemy.

So...where the heck is Tracy? (or whatever that girl's name is.) Is Margot endowed? (Of course she is!) Is she a Mary Sue? (Please tell me if you think so. That means I have to adjust her.)

Please review, and thank you for reading!!