Chapter 1

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Hermione wept as she walked into her second period class. There were already tear marks staining her face. Her parents had just moved to America, and now she was going to McKinnely High School, where her father's brother, Will Shouster, was the Spanish teacher.

All through Spanish, she felt so stupid… she was fluent in French, because her mother was French, and she was fluent in Latin, because she was a witch, but how would a witch learn Spanish? Sure, she knew bits and pieces, like "uno dos tres" and "hola" and "adios" and "amigos" because, well, that's stuff Muggles learn when they're in kindergarten. But that wasn't nearly enough to excel in this class. She was passing, but… she was Hermione Granger. She had to do more than just "pass".

She felt a pair of eyes on her. She had gotten into that during her sixth year, when those eyes had been Ron's. But as she didn't know whose eyes they were this time, and did not want any other person's eyes, she felt uncomfortable, and tried not to think about them.

"Hermione?" Shou said, calling on her for some question she did not hear.

"Incommoditas, bardus muggles, volo praecessi domous," she muttered in Latin. The class laughed. Hermione blushed, and more tears fell down her cheeks.

"No, Hermione," said Shou kindly, "the correct answer is 'El elefante estado unico molesto socorrer de el madre con ella dorso ediciones'."

Hermione was embarrassed, and therefore resolved to pay attention for the rest of the period. However, she let her mind wander again, and once again was called on. This time, she did not make the mistake of muttering rude things about her classmates in an ancient language.

"Um… 'el unicornio must comer ella precioso animal domestico tarta para ahorrar Venus de arana'?" she guessed.

"Very close, Hermione," Shou told her. "The correct answer is 'el pequeno chica didn't guerer ella mommy ser comdio por el loro, pero ella hermano estado un gatito-gato y pore so ellos tenian mover hasta el rainforest'."

The class snickered. Annoyed, Shou called on a boy sitting behind Hermione. He had a nice tan and a Mohawk. The Mohawk scared Hermione slightly.

"Puck! Can you say anything to me in Spanish?"

"Yeah," said the Mohawk kid called Puck, "Su aliento olores como my sobaco material con el cadaver de esta verdaderamente antiguo mozo guien vidas subsuelo."

"See me after class, Puck. What about you, Finn?"

A stupid but cute looking boy with black hair and dark eyes answered, "Son un pavoroso tio, zapato I'm contento I've recogido un amigo que con el bebe eyacluacion y alegria y futbol. Gracias, capato, tio."

"Nicely done, Finn. Quinn?"

"Erróneo zapato my vida caída separadamente en cuanto hablamos. He sido puntapié desconectado de aplausos , todo YO haber es alegría qué es efectivamente algo gracia pero verdaderamente unpopular , y o sí , Soy Embarazada. Cómo está usted pensar Siento , erróneo zapato?"

"Sorry about that, Quinn. Kurt?"

"No soy también bueno , erróneo zapato. I'm enamorado de un mozo , qué es no fresco , y él tiene otro chica cuyo enamorado de le , y es teniendo un bebé con otro chica. También my papá took ausente my coche. Pero agradecido en alegría , YO haber algunos amigos."

"Well, that's too bad, Kurt. Hermione?"

Hermione took a deep breath before telling her older cousin in a shaky but fluent voice, "YO proyectil my amigos dorso residencia. YO proyectil my amigo. YO justo querer hasta volver. My amigos y YO tenían todo justo realizado algo nosotros tenían todo longevidad hasta hacer por todo de nuestro vidas. También many de them haber died. Nosotros necesidad uno al otro , y No quise mover. A menor Sé YO haber alguien en mi lado, er, ' zapato'."

"Very nice, Hermione. Why don't you stay after class, too?"

The bell rang not long after. Hermione and the freaky rude Mohawk kid went up to Shou's desk.

"First, Puck," he said, turning to the Mohawk kid, "you earned yourself another week of detention. But from now on, we're not giving you the pleasure of being punished in front of your friends, I don't care how 'cool' it is."

"Hermione," he said, turning towards his witchy niece, "if there's anything you need, you can talk to me, okay? Or Miss Pillsbury, she's a very good counselor."

"Alright, Will," Hermione squeaked. She rushed out of the room, and the kid called Puck followed.

"Hey," he called, "what's your problem?"

"At the moment, you," Hermione snapped, turning towards her locker.

"I was making you cry?" Puck had a confused look on his face. Hermione began to sob, thinking of Ron.

"Right now you are!" She grabbed her books, slammed her locker, and rushed to third period.

"Wait a second…!" Puck called, but he gave up on her.

"I am Noah Puckerman," he told himself. "I get all the hot chicks I want." He shook his head. "I have got to stop watching CATS with my mom. I'm turning into the Rum Tum Tugger."