The wind rattled the windows of the castle as a terrible thunderstorm threatened to engulf the small, uncharted island somewhere off the coast of New England. Two men occupied the highest room of tallest tower which was lit by candle light, both dressed in black cloaks going over a list of some sort. The room was large and square with an emerald green carpet that. Three of the walls were windowless but covered with many portraits that curiously enough depicted mostly sleeping men, all of them very much aged. The back wall featured a very stained glass window that housed what appeared to be a coat of arms held up by to dragons with a motto written in Latin on a banner beneath them. The coat of arms itself was a shield divided into four sections: the top left was blue and gold and featured a bald eagle, the top right was red and black and featured a wolverine, the bottom right held a wolf against an orange and blue background, and the bottom left was silver and black and housed cougar. In front of this window sat a large wooden desk, facing out toward the room.
The two men sat at this desk. One sat behind the desk, he was the older of the two. His hair was long and grey, running to the small of his back, but well kept with a beard to match. His eyes were a cool, icy blue with a glitter to them that shone through the darkness and always accompanied by a smile. Being as old as he required one to always see the brighter side of things and to look into his eyes was to see nothing less than inspiration and hope. Despite his age, he didn't wear spectacles or any other visual aids nor did he appear to be frail. The man sitting across from had short, thick, dirty blonde with much darker blue eyes and a clean shaven face. An air of confidence wafted from him cemented there by the calm demeanor that he held. The younger man was going over the finishing touches on a list that had been written up by the older one. "Well, Professor Phoenix," he began, "the list seems to be complete."
The old man stood up, revealing himself to be quite the tall man, albeit a little slim. "Perfect Smith! With so little time before the school year begins, I was worried that we would have to delay classes for our first years if it had taken any longer!" The headmaster exclaimed, the fatigue of a late night's work more than evident in his voice. "Now then my young colleague, I shall be getting ready for bed. I suggest you do the same." Phoenix's hand reached into his cloak and pulled out a wand, giving it wave the desk transformed into bed.
Reaching into his own cloak, Professor Smith retrieved his wand. "Good night sir. I'll let you know how my visit with the new additions to the list goes. Such extraordinary talent you've recruited this time, and to think that the three of them haven't even known that they were magic when you see the things that they have accomplished. Imagine how they'll react! Imagine what they'll become!" With that, Smith muttered an incantation under his breath and began warping as if a whirlpool were sucking him in until he vanished from the room.
"Yes, just imagine what the three of them will accomplish. Just imagine." The head master muttered to himself as he drifted off to sleep.
"Watcha doin?" Isabella called from the gate of the Flynn-Fletcher backyard as she made her way over to crush and his stepbrother. It was another typical summer's day in Danville. The sun shone brightly over head with hardly any clouds in the sky. As usual, another Phineas and Ferb project starting in the backyard.
"Oh! Hey Isabella! Ferb and I were just about to start working on a device that would transport us where ever we wanted to just by saying the place!" Phineas shouted across the yard. "Wanna help?"
"You bet!"
"Ok, just grab that blowtorch and mask and I'll tell you were to fire... Who's that behind you Isabella?" Phineas's voice changed from one of excitement to one of utter confusion. Behind Isabella stood a cloaked man of about average height who wasn't there when he originally looked over. The man was tanned with short, dirty blond and blue eyes with an odd calmness about him for someone who popped out of nowhere.
Before Isabella could turn around he cleared his throat to speak. "Sorry to startle you young. . . Phineas I assume?" Phineas nodded his head silently, shocked that the man knew his name. "Anyway, my name is Professor Joseph Smith from Mugwump School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm almost positive that you've never heard of seeing as you've lived amongst muggles your entire lives and what not..." Noticing that three children were staring at him for his rambling he stopped and chuckled to himself. He reached into his pocket and pulled out three envelopes. "These will explain the basics to you but the main point is you're magic. Each of ya."
"Magic?" Ferb asked, an eyebrow cocked with interest.
"Yes. Magic."
"How," Isabella spoke up, "could we be magic? None of us have ever done anything out of the ordinary."
"Really?" Smith began, "you haven't done anything that defies the laws of physics? Never flown a plane made of papier-mâché? Never sailed a cruise ship across land? Never made a compound that would create bubbles that can support human weight?" Silence greeted him.
"But all of that was technology. . ." Phineas began to argue before his own lingering thoughts quieted him. "Wasn't it?"
"Awe, I see Phineas is the first to catch on. You see, there is only so much that can be accomplished by technology. Sometimes a little extra. . . umph needs to given if you know what I mean."
"But, wouldn't we need a wand or something? Wouldn't we know?" Isabella asked.
"No, not for simple things like you used it for. You weren't casting spells, in fact it was more like an accidental leakage of magic. Plus, if you could control your magic already I'd be out of a job now wouldn't I?"
"What," Ferb questioned, "exactly is your job."
"Quite the chatterbox today now aren't we Ferb? And my job? I teach Defensive Magic. Oh would you look at the time! I have another appointment on the other side of the country in less than five minutes!" Sliding his hand into his cloak, Smith pulled out his wand. Flicking his wrist, he vanished from sight in a whirling vortex. "Don't worry, I'll be back once you and you're parents have finished reading those letters." His disembodied voice rang out in a fading tone from the spot where he once stood.
A/N: This story hasn't completely taken off yet but I like the first chapter so far but that's just me. This one will hopefully evolve into a full story with a villain and everything but I need your reviews to see what you guys think. If the reviews are positive, then I will continue with this as my main focus. If not, well then this will continue but much more slowly and I'll put my effort into writing Stereo Hearts.
Disclaimer: I own only the school and OC's. The idea for a wizarding school is credited to J.K. Rowling and any spells that may appear latter on will be credited to her, if I don't make some up myself. Phineas and Ferb and all related characters are property of Disney.