A/N: I've been wanting to write for both of these fandoms lately and I figured a cross-over was the perfect way to do it. I plan on having each chapter be slightly longer than the last, until it all evens out to roughly 3,000 words per chapter. This story itself is a series of co-related drabbles. Enjoy and let me know what you think!
"This is stupid." Sokka grumbles, letting himself slouch further against the saddle. Across from him, Zuko rolls his eyes. Katara ignores him in favor of talking to Aang, listing everything they think will happen and everything they hope to see. Toph is crouched on the other end of Appa's saddle, still running her fingers over the brail printed letter that she recieved only two days before.
None of them think it's 'stupid'. They don't think that it's dangerous. That it may be a trick, a lost cause, a waste of precious time and resources. No. Instead, the rest of Sokka's rag-tag group see it as a way to end the war without killing the Firelord in the end. Almost as a saving grace. This school that contacted them, this Hogwarts place, is supposed to be exactly what Aang needs. Or so Katara says. Personally, Sokka thinks that the very idea of going to a magic school for training is ludicrous.
Not for the reason that the others think, though. Not for reason that Katara got mad at him over. Because, despite what everyone thinks, Sokka knows that magic is real. He claims that he doesn't believe in it, argues with Katara and Aang over it being real or not, and lies when he tells Zuko that he believes the letters are a fraud.
It's just that he wishes none of it was real.
The water-tribe boy wishes that water didn't just appear for Katara. Looks over the fact that, sometimes, things just move closer to Toph. Ignores the things that dissapear when Zuko is angry. Laughs away the sight of Aang finging things that shouldn't really be there.
These things that happen - Sokka knows what they are. It's magic. Simple as that. Or maybe not that simple, Sokka thinks to himself, because the reason he thinks that is as far from simple as it could be.
"This is really stupid." Sokka says again, louder this time. He's hoping one of the others will ask him why. Listen when he explains his thoughts. Agree with him in the end and get Aang to turn around and keep heading towards the fire nation.
Toph casts a nasty look in his direction, porcelain fingertips never leaving the raised paper. Zuko rolls his eyes and goes back to watching the clouds drift by. Katara and Aang act as though he didn't speak - and now his baby sister is excitedly talking about the different classes their letter spoke about and how amazing it will be to take the Potions Class.
No one says a word to him.
So Sokka lets himself slouch down further. The leather of the saddle feels hot even through his shirt. The fact that he recieved no letter, no invitation to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry, weighs him down like no wound ever has.