A/N: Stephenie Meyer and JK Rowling own the playground, I just play in it. ^^
Chapter 1
Edward walked down the busy London streets, chuckling to himself about the petty problems humans seemed to have. Ah… a lost dog, a marriage proposal gone wrong and… what's this? Edward walked towards the source of the voice and saw a boy about his age standing by a brick wall. He had untidy jet black hair that stuck up at the ends (Edward envies this, for no matter how much product he puts into his hair, it never has that much volume) and round glasses framing his shocking emerald eyes. He had a peculiar scar which was half hidden by his fringe of hair. It looked like a lightning bolt.
Crap, which brick is it? Crap, crap, crap, Hermione's going to kill me! What was it, 3rd brick to the left? But which row? Maybe I can just try some random ones… I might get lucky. Ha! Me? Lucky? Well, there's a first for everything.
He looked around as he stuck a hand in his jean pocket, and then stopped.
Why is there a creep staring at me? Greeeat, I can't try any of them now. No, wait, bigger problem! There's a creep staring at me! Why did he just laugh? No one made a joke! What the heck? Is his skin… sparkling? Why does his skin sparkle? Is it makeup? Is he gay? His pants are awfully tight… wait! Is he going to rape me?! Crap, Ginny will kill me…
Wow, paranoid little boy. He turned around and looked me right in the eye and said –
"Please don't rape me."
Seeing the amused look on my face, he quickly corrected himself.
"I mean – who are you?"
This should be fun.
"Hi. I'm Edward. No, I am not wearing makeup. I am most definitely not gay, I just like my pants tight. And don't worry, I won't rape you."
The look on his face was priceless as he thought through the list of possibilities.
What IS he? Maybe it was just a lucky guess? That's not legilimency… that's only for memories, not thoughts... Is he one of us? Or is he… something else?
What does he mean 'one of us'? And what's legilimency? Edward was burning with curiosity, for he's very used to being the know-it-all and doesn't appreciate competition.
"What are you doing?" Edward asked.
Crap… I have to think of a cover story. I mean, I can't just come out and say 'Hey, yeah, I'm trying to find the right brick to tap so that I can find the magical – wait! I got it! The perfect story!
What is he talking about? The magical what? Is he bonkers?
"I'm trying to find the key for my house. My mom said she hid it behind one of these bricks, but I can't figure out which one it is."
"That's curious, because it doesn't explain why you're just standing there looking at it. A normal person would be trying as many bricks as possible."
Sheesh, annoying… Who died and made you Dr. Phil anyways?
"For your information I make an excellent therapist. Plus, I have great hair." Edward slid a hand through his hair. Oh shoot, it's stuck. I knew I should've stopped at 5 pumps of gel… Oh, I'll just stand here and look cool… no one needs to know my hand is stuck in my hair…
What is he doing? It looks like his hand is stuck in his hair.
Shoot. That didn't work.
"I feel bad for you; you can't get into your house. I won't rest until I help you find that key!" Edward said, stomping his foot on the ground for dramatic effect.
Oh crap… I'm late for sure. Why won't this creep leave me alone?
Edward was getting sick of this boy's attitude, but he needed to know what he was talking about when he said 'magical…' and 'legilimency' and 'one of us' and 'tap the brick'. And while he was at it he may as well find out who Hermione and Ginny were and also what he was late for. Edward also realized that he didn't even know the boy's name.
"What's your name?"
Should I say my real name? Uh…
"Neville Longbottom."
What kind of a name is that?
"Well Neville, let's start looking, shall we?" Edward said in a falsely cheerful voice. He plastered a smile on his face and strode towards the brick wall.
Hermione's going to kill me…
A/N: I will post another chapter soon, please review. Any feedback is treasured. :) Merry Boxing Day!