A/N: First fic in a long time with a new account.

Please remember - The characters you know are older, wiser, and slightly more mature than their canonical selves. I've tried to limit the out of character-ness they'll have but they'll have changed ever so slightly due to being older. Some good qualities will be enhanced and some bad qualities will be slightly quashed. Can't be helped. That's life, darlings. :)

Yeah, I enjoy original characters of kinds, hence why I made my own little pet o.c. to play with. It's GaryxOC as I couldn't resist him having the girl, and there will be subplots of crime which become evident later on. T rating now, M later. There's your warning, but this stuff's what we really want, isn't it? ;D. A warning for Gary's sociopath-leanings, too. Anything else...? Uh...

Oh! Also, I'm not too sure how the format will look like from FF compared to my word documents. If it helps to see what I see, I use Verdana size ten with paragraph spacing before and after at zero and line spacing at 1.5.

A review will be greatly appreciated on whether or not to continue writing this and I now bow before you to let you read!

Much love,

LaRS.

Chapter One

"Fucking weather." Ivy muttered, glowering at the vision of white crossing her sight. The brunette was lumbering a suitcase and a huge duffle bag full of Christmas presents as she walked up the path to the door of her house. "They should've come to Madrid to visit me. Much nicer." She grumbled curses to herself when she nearly tripped in the foot thick snow that Scotland's weather had produced. "Damnit."

"Sis!"

Ivy looked back quickly, almost clicking her neck and grinned down at her nine years younger twin brothers who jumped her, hanging off her neck. "Matt! Tom!" She grabbed them in a huge hug, giving them each sloppy kisses on their cheeks which they grimaced at, loudly complaining. They were little troublemakers, but she loved them. "My cute baby brothers!"

"Ah! Sis got stronger!" The twelve year olds struggled in her grasp. "But she still looks like a chubby teenager!"

Ivy twitched and dropped them into the snow, much to their whining. So what she had a baby face and was shorter than most her friends? She was more a physical being than a smart one (though her one intellectual love was programming) but being short with muscles did make her look like a bloody chubby teen. Hell, she had a defined eight pack. Martial arts had been her life. Her Sifu dad had insisted upon teaching his four children and lawyer mother really couldn't say no to instilling self-defence.

"Hello, princess." Said man himself came up the path with a big grin before throwing a fist at her face. She swiftly dodged, blocked his next three aiming punches before following up with her own set as the twins laughed and ran around them cheering them both on. A yell and the two fighting participants jumped back to dodge the two heeled shoes thrown their way, father and daughter automatically catching them.

Barbara Montgomery.

The two flinched instinctively at the glower on her face. "How many times? How many times have I told you?! The neighbours already think we're crazy! I'm not having anything go wrong over Christmas! Do you hear me, you two? Because it's always you two and your martial arts!" She held out her hands and they meekly gave the shoes back.

"Yes, mum." The two mumbled kicking the ground as they pouted, obedient, while the twins snickered in the background.

Barbara focused her electric blue eyes on them. "Twins! Upstairs and wash your hands this instance! It's like you've been rolling around in mud like a couple of pig's." They nodded, banging on the door until the eldest, Marcus, opened the door once again with a confused expression, dressed in his gym clothes, a bag in hand, stumbling as the little terrors barged past, laughing and thundering up the stairs like a herd of elephants. "Marcus! Your sister's just come home from Spain and you're going out to the dojo?"

"W-Well, I…" Marcus wilted a little at the stern telling off one-liner from his equally stern mother and her just as stern glare.

"It's alright, mum, let him go." Ivy waved her mother's narrowing eyes off as they landed on her. "I can give you the low down with some mother daughter time before the crazy hits?"

She relented then, glad to have her girl back once more. "Oh, very well. I would like a nice chat before the crazy storms us."

The 'crazy' was simply the whole family coming around on Christmas Day. The family was huge and sprawling, with all of Barbara's and Dylan's (her father) brothers and sisters coming around and bringing each of their three to five children with them. There were many squabbles and problems, but the one to hold them all together was Great-Grandmother Ilene who demanded the family always meet up the three days before Christmas, the day itself where they all hit a single household, as well as enjoying a lazy Boxing Day.

It was currently the twenty first of December and after being in such warm conditions for her degree years in Spain, this Glasgow snow was horrific to her, despite being average of wintery wonderfulness for the season. She very easily remembered why she grabbed the first plane to Madrid to go Uni when she exited the airport an hour ago. All she really wanted was to get in and cuddle up on the sofa with a nice cuppa of Lady Grey tea and amuse her despairing mother with antics of Spanish food, attractions and men, something she sometimes liked to combine all at once when the mood hit her and especially about breaking up with her ex two weeks prior.

"Oh, very well."

Marcus kissed his little sister on the cheek, giving her a big hug. "Tell me about the women later, alright?"

Ivy scoffed in amusement. "Will do. Kick their arses, bro." She grinned as he hugged her tight.

"But, of course!" He patted her cheek gratefully and dashed off as fast as he could, waving to the family as his mother rolled her eyes. "Bye!"

The chorus of 'bye's' left them as thunder crackled in the background and they looked up warily at the darkening clouds. The wind was whipping something fierce and Barbara grabbed onto her hat before it could fly away. Ivy softly frowned, a little worried for a second. She'd never seen clouds as domineeringly menacing as these seemed to be.

Dylan stared up at the sky contemplatively. "Hmm… it could be pretty bad tonight. Hopefully they'll be alright getting here tomorrow. In we go, in we go!" He shooed them inside the still open door, helping his only girl with her baggage. "The flight didn't have any turbulence did it, princess?"

"Not a shudder, dad."

"Odd. This weather would usually permit such things to happen."

"Not on mine." Ivy shrugged, the family blue eyes bright and electric as she took in the differences. "So this is the new carpet? Are you mad?" She took in the fluffy creamy white carpet under her feet, wondering how there couldn't be any stains at all; the twins alone were menaces loving their pranks and cherryade, but bring their friends into the occasion, and a bunch of eleven and twelve year olds were terror's to anything clean and fair in colour.

"Ask your mother. She wanted it."

"It was a joint decision, dear."

"Yes, dear. Ninety nine per cent your choice and one per cent my opinion." He teased with a hint of seriousness, smirking, sharp eyed and dark haired. What mother wanted mother got. Especially after putting up with four rowdy children and their just as hyper friends for the past twenty years, as well as the grown up man child she called a husband and his regular bringing back of students he particularly favoured (and their families on top of it) without any warning.

"Like I said, Ivy. Joint decision." Barbara winked at her only daughter with a smug little smile. "Make sure it's the same when you get a husband. If you get passed that anti-marriage notion you have." She added with a sigh. "I do wish you'd allow marriage a chance, dear."

It was Dylan's turn to roll his eyes as he dragged the suitcase up the stairs to her room, leaving the women alone. He didn't want his baby girl married. That was his little princess. "Don't, Ivy. Be my baby girl forever!" He called down the stairs.

"I will, papa!"

"Aww, daddy loves you sweetums!"

"Love you, too!" Ivy grinned widely and then called up. "Remember I want to start training for the championship track!"

"AHHH!" Dylan ran down the stairs and grabbed her tight, swinging her around happily. "Daddy's so proud!"

"Dylan! You'll have time to talk about it at dinner! Go do other things! C'mon, Ivy."

"B-But-"

"Don't you have the garden to go clean or something?" Barbara waved him away, dragging her girl into the kitchen.

"…There's snow though…"

Ivy had to hold back the sniggering at her dad's expense as he poutingly went back upstairs.

Now, Ivy may be a daddy's little girl because she could easily overcome Marcus in the fighting arts and could nearly kick her dad's arse, but she was mummy's only girl and mumsy had forced an attachment between them despite their polar opposite personalities. A career super woman who was a lead lawyer in her lawyer firm as well as able to bring up four children and her man child husband and keeping the house in top condition, while her girl was a free spirit with no main career motivation in life while slacking off and bailing from anything just to go practise her martial arts had definitely brought the two to loggerheads time and time again.

Barbara wanted the best for her child, like all mothers, and couldn't do much with a child who had no idea what she wanted in life. Ivy had repeatedly told her she wouldn't be taking over dad's dojo (Marcus was far better at accounting, as well as wanting to inherit the dojo even if she was a substitute teacher when she could take the time to) nor would she want to intern at her mothers' business… follow Aunt Susan's with her massage and beauty treatment spa… be a graphic designer like Uncle Robin... The list went on.

Ivy liked many things, but couldn't imagine doing it for more than a few years as a permanent job.

It was simply disinteresting to her.

"Oh, sweetie, it's been so long without real female companionship in this house." Barbara said with a sigh, opening her arms wide.

Barbara and Ivy hugged tight and talked for the next forty five minutes as they prepared dinner. Well, Barbara did because Ivy just wasn't a good cook but she let her daughter chop stuff up. Barbara had a smugly vindictive tone as she talked about her victorious cases and Ivy told her about starting to do part time learning of guitar while holding a part time job at a dojo since the end of May instead of coming back after finishing her software engineering degree. She wasn't ready to do a full time job so had picked up some freelance programming stuff online. Her mother had admitted to trying to learn how to knit a couple months ago, but failing and quitting, making Ivy laugh at the thought of the hard woman in a rocking chair with knitting needles and yarn before her mother smacked her upside the head, causing a pout.

Eventually they were broken up from their talks by hungry males looking for said dinner that was simmering on the stove. The curry was finally ready fifteen minutes later and dished up; including an extra plate covered and put in the microwave for Marcus, while the extra portions were sealed in Tupperware. The weather was getting worse, and Barbara was getting worried for Marcus, knowing he'd have to come back in that rainstorm.

"Call him, Dylan. Make sure he's alright. I have to go prep for my latest case and chase up one of the old cases for fee money."

"The Foster vs Macintyre case?" Dylan wiped his mouth on a tissue before running a hand through his reddish brown hair all the children had inherited. "Still?"

"Yeah. So I'll be in my study if you need me." She grimaced, pecking him on the cheek and walking from the room, leaving her children and husband to clean up.

"So you'll be training full time?" Her dad said excitedly to his little princess.

"Well, I was thinking doing programming jobs online to pay rent, but I'll be doing as much training as I can during the day. I was thinking…" She went into a little spiel about what she wanted, getting into a serious conversation about her needs and their situation and how Dylan would do what he could to train her while also teaching his many students. When they'd agree to come back to it after the crazy, her twins pounced on her.

Matt looked up at Ivy, who was slowly eating the last bit of her meal, clinging from one arm while Tom clung from the other. "You're good at computer stuff, right?"

She eyed him curiously. "I did just do a bachelor's degree in software engineering in Spain for it, dear boy."

"Help us with this mod!" Tom cheered happily. "Pleeeease?!"

Ivy gave a warm smile. "Mod? For a game I take it?"

"Yeah!" Matt smiled widely, showing off the fact he'd lost a tooth at one side of his mouth.

Thunder crackled outside as she was pulled from her meal into the boys' room upstairs. She was pushed into the comfy chair in front of the computer and sighed at their pleading eyes. "Fine, fine. What did you want exactly?"

"Jimmy is stronger!"

"Uh… main character then?" She asked, picking up the case and noting the character seemed a bit young, nodding absently as they said yes in sync. Fifteen year olds? Pssh. She'd change the skins to make them a few years older. She wasn't letting her boys think fighting was acceptable at that age just because of the family trade. Hopefully they'd be available for downloading. She really wasn't one for 3D modelling. She preferred control of scripts, herself. She tapped her fingers along the mouse, remarking they'd have to get a better gaming mouse and then got down to it. Hex Editor would be used for these things, she figured. She'd also have to find the main default file with all the values and behaviours of the items and characters in the mods and maybe other things. "This will take a few hours, tiddlywinks. Best go set up the PS3 and clean up downstairs if you want me to do this for you."

They groaned at the thought of waiting hours but did as said and went downstairs.

She first downloaded a few self-made mods for the game that other people slaved over in their love for the game, and they started up wonderfully well and had quite the bit of programming used from other Rockstar games in it making her chuckle but not use them at all, simply verifying the coding blog site she'd found to make sure it worked for herself. Ivy simply left them in a separate folder in the game files that wouldn't mess the original up so she could copy and play them later when she bought the game off of Steam on her own awesome gaming laptop, knowing her boys wouldn't be off it now she'd be adding stuff in for them.

Hours trickled by quickly as the woman modded, making the characters appear about eighteen, glad the mods had been made for her, though she left a couple of them younger for giggles. She sighed and leant back, glad that was done. "Now onto the values." That was much easier, it was simply digit number changing as would take mere minutes… if it worked as it should. She'd also stopped the 'notoriety' levels completely from 'Adults' making it non-existent for that first play to see if it worked.

The twins came up to her side, dragging their chairs over, all smiles.

She chuckled. "Nearly done, hermano's. Now, Hopkins will be much stronger. Let's just double… okay fine, (brats, stop pouting) triple his attacking power first (happy now? Good.) though before we make him a one hit wonder boy let's up his health… yup max regeneration, right there and up the speed because I hate slow fucking characters…." She set up that straight away. "There we go! And… what else we got going on here?" She looked through the files curiously. "Which one is Gary? And Petey?" The blog sites hadn't given away spoilers, just codes, but she had played a little of the game so the names were familiar though faces left her mind, more focused on the coding working.

"The boss bad guy and the really nice guy."

She hummed to herself. Those had been a couple of the ones she'd upped in age too seeing as they were at the top of the list. "Wonder if I can fiddle with them too. Don't give me that look. Where's the fair-play challenge, eh?" Ivy set about looking at Gary's numbers, figuring she should also put his stats up for some challenge because if he was the end boss, she wanted some difficulty. Health regeneration at max and strength up, trebling it for all three. She typed away. "There. Can't change the story but can change the attributions."

The lights fluctuated, and she quickly saved and jumped when she heard how powerful the thunder and lightning outside had gotten. Matt had astraphobia, the fear of lightning, and he clung to her. She'd completely forgot about that, and wondered what he'd done on his own to combat it, an arm swerving around his tiny shoulders. The thought of him just hiding under the covers on his own with hands over his ears broke her heart. She swept her arm around his waist, squeezing gently to give him reassurance. Tom put a hand on her shoulder, giving her a fearful look and another arm wrapped around him protectively.

They both knew this would be one of the worst storms they'd ever go through and Matt was so scared.

She felt him shaking and cuddled him closer, her head jolting up and she scowled when she realised that storm was fucking close.

Her eyes dilated in adrenaline when a lightning bolt slammed through the roof and into her then flashing out into the computer, causing it to explode and her stomach swooped at the sensation of falling, the sting of burning pain and the dazzling colours before her eyes. Her body twisted and ached and pulsed and flooded with adrenaline and all of her muscles felt like they throbbed before she felt herself blacking out, not even able to shriek at the suddenness of the onslaught.

.I.

Light awoke her, glaring into Ivy's eyes, but it was the sensation of moving that jolted her into a fully awakened state. She was… in a car…? And the warm lumps she then took in were her younger brothers, familiar with their weight. They were in a car? And she had no idea who the hell the people were driving it. She looked into the rear view mirror, stomach dropping. She looked… different. The same features but… different. Younger? Fear rose up in her gut as well as anger. Where was she? Who were these people? Where the hell were they going?

Protective anxiety became foremost when the supposedly asleep Tom gripped onto her arm.

He whispered quickly. "They're calling us their kids."

"What?" Ivy hissed back in alarm, head moving to him.

"Oh, Ivy dear! Finally awake, hmm? We had to carry you into the car, and your room when we went to get you, daughter!" Her… 'mother' gasped in horror of remembering it. "Like a storm had hit it! Where did those scorch marks even come from?"

"Uh… what?" Her voice croaked and she had to forcefully clear it.

"The scorch marks?"

"I, uh, have no idea." She whispered in reply, dazed and confused.

The car stopped and she spied outside her stomach dropping in horror as the pure realisation emerged. Bullworth stared back at her. Her mind simply stopped. Impossible. No way. She was adaptable, but this was fucking nuts. There was no way. How? How was it even possible?

She shuddered, eyes darting about the place.

No.

No, no, no, no.

It couldn't be.

She did a sharp pinch, twitching at the pain. Yes real. She'd had some extremely compelling dreams that made her question if she was sleeping or not, but never had she personally felt pain in her dreams, and nor were they so slow. Generally her dreams went from place to place, imagination making such trips logical.

But this fucking was real.

Bullworth was real.

Bully was… is real.

"Ivy, hunny. There's Miss Danvers." The woman smiled from the shotgun seat. "C'mon, we'll see you again at Christmas." She noted her hesitance, eyebrow raising. "Wasn't it you who wanted independence?"

She nodded slowly, eyes wide. "Yes, of course." Her Scottish accent made the two people blink at each other before they shrugged. "What's the whole date again?"

"The whole date?" Dad cocked his head, confused as he reached for Matt, waking him up as Tom sat up from laying his head on her stomach. "It's September the third, two thousand-six." Over six fucking years ago?! What the hell? Ivy felt ill all of a sudden, a dazed expression smacking her face. "A Sunday if you must know, silly. Now remember, always be nice to the Harrington's. They have a house dorm here, after all and it wouldn't do to offend them. It's Derby Harrington. He's blond and brown eyed with dark brows like they all have. You've never met, so always be on the lookout. As I'm regional manager of their oil company, we must always be seen to... Ivy?" Her stunned look must have worried him. "Hmm, you do seem a little bit… different today. Matthew, Thomas, do wake up properly now."

"Yeah… Uh… when was I born?"

The woman sighed. "September the thirtieth, nineteen eighty eight… You know, the year of the dragon? It's why you love that… Bruce Lee brute so much." Her nose twisted.

Brute? Fucking Brute? He and Yip Man were her fucking idols! Her whole style was based off of Wing Chun and Jeet Kune Jo! Efficiency and extreme speed on attacking when the enemy was preparing their blow! She had over sixteen years of daily experience up her damn sleeve! Matt's gentle touch calmed her instantly and she looked at him, pursing her lips when he shook his head a bit. She went back to her thoughts, slowly nodding in agreement. She was eighteen then? Three years younger? How the hell… the mod. No way. She absently touched her stomach. There was still an eight pack there from copious training.

She eyed the boys.

They were fine.

Normal age.

Not fifteen or nine.

They looked the same.

Okay, because… because she was the modder and was touching the computer, she changed but they didn't… maybe…. kinda?

Then why were they here?

She had no clue.

She was being touched by them should have meant them getting younger as well, right? Why weren't they affected by the mods she'd done? If she'd gotten younger, had she gotten stronger as well? A thrill of delight shocked through her, before her mood suddenly went low again in fear.

Just… how could they even get back?

She swallowed down the fear, trying her best not to hyperventilate. "So the twins were… ninety five then?"

"Of course… Are you feeling alright, Ivy?"

"Yes." Ivy blinked and peered outside at the fakely smiling Miss Danvers, giving a polite smile back automatically, forcing her mind to think. Just calm down. Freak out later. Calm down. Be chill. Be cool. "What type of… school is this?" Her words were strained, more than she wished they were with the effort she'd just put it to calm down.

"It's a boarding university, darling. One of the very first of its' kind in this area! From ages nine to eighteen or until your finish your degree. You're in your final year, so you choose what you want to study fully before the end of this year." Then she smiled uncomfortably. "If you need tutors… Like you have before… please tell us before you accuse him of molesting you just to get out of them."

'Seriously? I did that? Holy shit.' Her nose wrinkled at such a bitchy, childish act. Unless he did? "Yes… I will." She didn't exactly want to say mother. "We will be leaving now. Goodbye." She shuffled them out quickly, grabbing the bag she noticed on the floor as maybe her handbag. Seeing as her 'mother' saw her pick it up and said nothing, she exited the vehicle, admiring the very expensive looking silver machine. The boot popped open and she grabbed the suitcases out, handing them over to her boys and wondering since when the fuck did she like shiny plastic in hot pink? This Ivy was so far from her it boggled the mind. She even had hot pink nails. She'd sure as hell make sure to scrub them off with nail polish remover straight away.

There was a tag attached to the suitcase. Her eyes strayed to the surname she now held. Jones. Ivy Jones. It flowed, admittedly. Then she paused. Her brother's name was now Tom Jones. Like the Welsh singer that did that song sex bomb? She bit her lip as the desperate laugh that wanted to flow from her lips before a rather discerning thought crossed her mind and she immediately went to the window as Miss Danvers slowly walked over, looking very intense.

"Mother. I wish to learn to defend myself. Will you give me money to let me have lessons?"

The man and woman looked at each other, surprised by the strength of force in her words before slowly nodding.

"How many per week?"

"I was thinking an annual subscription which would allow me to go as many times as possible or as many as I wish. I will keep up a good attendance and grade average-" She wasn't from America, so she hadn't a single clue about the grade systems here apart from some kind of 'point average' and the traditional A+ to F. "If you allow me and Mattie and Tommy here, to go to lessons."

"Well… Surely you wanted singing lessons?"

The fuck?

Singing?

She shook her head. "I've changed my mind. I'm set on this."

"If this is about that man-"

"No, no, it isn't. I promise you that." Her voice had a wry tone.

"Why are you speaking with a Scottish accent?"

"She was around her other tutor… That MacGuyver fellow all year at Saint Anne's preparatory." Dad pointed out. "I didn't realise it came about so quickly though. Your older brother also had him and he didn't develop one though…"

"I liked it and developed it."

"Ah, Mrs Anne Jones and Mr Parker Jones? I'm Miss Danvers. I'd like to say that Miss Jones' request is actually morally fit for Bullworth." Miss Danvers said elegantly, brushing her hair over her shoulder and looking slightly dishevelled. Someone had a good shagging session, Ivy smirked to herself before wiping it away, having noted the red mark on her neck. "Not only does this promote self-esteem and moral fibre, something we at Bullworth fully approve of, it keeps up health of mind and body and would be a good deal to make, assuming both parties stick to their words."

Danvers seemed snooty as hell, and maybe she was sucking up, but this was exactly what Ivy needed to at least retain some sense of stability in this fucked up situation.

"Very well, on top of pocket money we send weekly we'll find you an excellent karate dojo in town."

They wouldn't know the first thing about finding one, but she wouldn't argue. Karate seemed… okay. It wasn't her beloved Wing Chun but she'd make it work, though she was worried about the twin's education in Wing Chun. Mum hadn't been too happy with the way her martial arts enthusiast daughter had turned out, and tried to keep the twins away from it until they were in their double digits. Even then they'd noted Barbara's disdain towards it and had only started the last year she'd done in her bachelor's software engineering. So, it was a year to two at most. "Thank you so much."

"You're quite welcome, darling. Here, for the week until we send the next amount next week in your account." They nodded, handed her some dollar bills, which she looked at as if it were monopoly money, eyeing the few hundred in disbelief, waved with cheerful smiles and drove off.

She wondered if she really would have to suck up to this Harrington bastard then, shoving the bills in her skin tight jeans that seriously prohibited movement and just about fitting them in the pocket. Sexy, definitely. Practical? Fuck no.

"Come along, children."

Matt and Tom were unusually quiet but she couldn't blame them. After playing the game for a short while and reading online stuff about it while searching for Mods, she knew they were in for a rough time and by the way they'd sidled up to her minutely as they passed numerous other people, the twins knew it too. She'd do her best to look after them, but she'd need to get them to the dojo with a trusted master soon. She instantly regretted not arguing to find her own master now that would suit the twins the best.

They were guided to the main school and she listened very carefully to whatever the woman was saying while the twins simply tried to keep up with the quick pace the women set.

The small gasps made her turn around with narrowed eyes.

They were looking at the main hero of the game, Jimmy Hopkins, who was also hounded by that Gary, arm slung over the shorter males' shoulder and whispering, backs to them as they walked to the Boys Dorm. The first thing she saw was him before the main hero and the first thing of the main villain she spied was those gorgeous eyes, dark brown – though her preference was dark blue - but framed by such amazing eyelashes viewable from even this distance and well-rounded eyebrows she couldn't help but stare. Most gorgeous eyes she'd seen on a man.

An odd feeling coursed through her, making her feel intrigued and excited, lusty, pumped and ever so slightly… Ivy frowned. It was something she'd never really felt before. She shook her head, tearing her eyes away from the duo, not noticing his eyes lock onto them over his shoulder as she peered away, roaming over her body with interest and then an intent before turning away again, flickering back once.

It reminded her of that loading screen… which was now real life for them.

She hugged one twin to her as she kissed the others' cheek. "Twins. Concentrate on Miss Danvers words. I know it's new but you'll be situated in no time at all."

They nodded and Miss Danvers approved of this, eyes commending when she turned around again. She nodded in recognition, slightly smiling. Spotting some Prefects, Miss Danvers waved them over, ordering them to take their baggage to their dorms. The four entered the doors of the large building and went straight towards the stairs, going up the stairs and passing a trophy cabinet. She faked admiration about these trophies for the woman, wanting to keep on her good side and try to make some new sucking up ability. Maturity was helping; mostly, as well as the need to protect, so hopefully using this would work.

It had to.

Her hand shook but she clenched it into a fist and put it into her jacket.

Crabblesnitch looked up as the lovely Miss Danvers entered and he put on the powerful man look that sent her knees weak. He inwardly smirked at the effect as she nearly tripped from wobbly legs.

"The Jones' children, Headmaster." She gestured to the chairs and the three students to be sat down.

"Ah excellent. Welcome to Bullworth, Miss Ivy, and Misters Matthew and Thomas."

Ivy nodded politely. "It's lovely to be here. The architecture is wonderful." She was sure she'd seen it before somewhere or something that looked a hell of a lot like it... Fettes? Was that it? She wasn't sure.

"Thank you. We do pride ourselves on it. A very intriguing accent, Miss Ivy."

Smiling she gave a soft reply, doing her best to look non-threatening and demure as she crossed her hands in her lap. "My tutor from my old school was Scottish. Mr MacGyver's passed more than his wisdom and knowledge to me. He was from Glasgow and a very understanding man. An excellent teacher."

"Wonderful. Teaching is a most respectful job to have." He then went on about Bullworth's history, some necessary rules telling as to which he handed out some guides and a prospectus and about the town outside. She took keen mental notes about everything now she held the responsibility of her younger brothers on her shoulder in this abysmal place. "Now, you'll find the dorms very easily; straight onto where the fountain used to be and left and right, girls and boys respectively."

Ivy nodded slowly. "Thank you for your time."