A/N: Oh the world of Harry Potter. I've only gone into once before, and I was flamed. Oh well. But of course, I could never leave behind my favorite bird kids
Nudge: ME! I'm your favorite! Uh huh! Yeah!
Me: NUDGE! The whole Flock is my favorite bird-kids.
Nudge: AW! But I luffles you! When you're nice, cause you're not always nice, but when you are nice then it's nice.
Me: I know you want to rant further, but the story shall interup-
The E-House was a magical place. I watched the green leaves, soon to be red, even though they weren't interesting. Yes, I loved the views from the E-house. By E-House, I mean it was shaped like a sideways E, and could make you feel like you were flying if you stood in the right spot. But I didn't need to stand there for that.
Chuckling to myself, I left the high window and headed downstairs. I was the fist one awake, as usual. Last night had been nightmare free, which was odd considering lately. I poured myself a glass of orange juice, something I couldn't burn or undercook. Thank the heavens for prepackaged food.
"Good morning Max." A sweet little voice came from the hallway. I turned to see a little blond six year old yawning with an overly large stuffed frog under her arm.
"Good morning Angel. You're up early." I chirped. I was in a good mood.
Angel looked at me innocently. "You are in an awful good mood. That hasn't been happening lately."
I rolled my eyes, knowing the little girl had just read my mind. She was special like that. Her little white wings were relaxed at her back, and she yawned again.
Oh, yeah. Wings. I blame the evil scientists who tore me away from a family I never knew, experimented on me, and did the same to my amazing adopted family. But that's just me.
"Hi Max, good morning! Today it's so pretty outside! I just want to go out there, and fly across the country, and then eat a giant bowl of ice cream! That would be awesome! Angel why'd you wake me up, that wasn't very nice, and I'm still in pajamas, so I'm a mess, and I should go fix that, because Iggy's not up yet so we can't have food, cause no offense Max your cooking sucks. I have to go do my hair, and change, and make my bed! See you later!" Nudge ran in, babbled, and ran out. No, she didn't have caffeine (I hope); she was just always like that.
And she really was a mess. Her wild brown hair had stuck up everywhere, her purple pajamas were wrinkled, and she was doing her little nervous habit: pulling at the brown skin under her arms.
"Hey Angel," a sleepy voice questioned from the hallway "Why was there a pile of stuffed things by my door?" A tall 14 year old boy stepped out. He had a mop of strawberry blond hair, foggy blue eyes, and a mountain of stuffed bears, cats, dogs, fishes, and wild animals in his arms. Angel giggled.
Iggy followed the sound of her giggle and dropped the toys on top of her. I barely held back my laugh. Sibling love people, sibling love.
"Hey Ig." I yelled. "Make yourself useful and cook something. Nudge will be down soon wanting food."
He rolled his sightless eyes and headed to the fridge. "Sure, master Maximum. What would you like?"
It was my turn to roll my eyes. "Ask Angel." He saluted.
Dork.
"I'm gonna go check on Fang and Gazzy." I told them.
Angel nodded while still talking to Iggy about food, and Ig saluted again.
What could those two be up to? Separately, of course. Those two weren't exactly best friends. But as I opened Fang's door, I saw both of them sitting on his bed, looking at something.
Gasman quickly sat on the stack of somethings when I came in. Needless to say, I was not fooled.
"What is that stuff?" I asked suspiciously. Fang's face was blank as he grabbed hefty envelopes from under Gazzy's butt and handed them to me.
I wrinkled my nose as I took them, but my face soon smoothed as I assessed what I was holding. There were 4 schmancy envelopes, heavy for being paper, but the words on them made my eyes widen.
Maximum Ride
The E-House
A Bedroom
Iggy Griffiths
The E-House
The Kitchen
Nudge Holsing
The E-House
The Kitchen
Fang Asher
The E-House
A Bedroom
"What the?" I trailed off. Then I realized they were different. Mine and Iggy's envelopes had a red stamp, and a crest with 4 animals (a bird, a lion, a snake, and some rodent thing) and 4 colors. Fang's had a green stamp and a crest with waves and a ship, along with beaver tail hat on top of the design. As for Nudge, there was a blue stamp, with a crest of silver and gold and a dove with a holly sprig.
"Should we open them?" Gazzy asked excitedly.
"Maybe the people that got the letters should open them." I said strictly.
"But Max, what do we do about them?" Gasman asked innocently, pointing to Fang window. Sitting on the sill were three owls. One tawny, one black, and one snowy white.
"Um, leave them there and maybe they'll go away. But come on, I smell food." Yes I realize I just got a mysterious letter in the mail, but I hadn't had breakfast yet and that trumps all else.
We headed down to the sacred area known as the kitchen, me holding mine and Nudge arrival, Fang with his and Iggy's. Gasman just looked bummed he wasn't allowed to open one.
"You can read Iggy's to him." I promised, seeing his little glum face. He brightened a little and I smiled. It was so easy to love these kids sometimes.
In the kitchen, Iggy was making an insane amount of scrambled eggs. They smelled way too good. Nudge was chattering to Angel, who was practically asleep on the table. But as soon as I noted this, her head shot up.
"What did you find, Max?" Angel asked, now bouncing. How could she wake up that fast?
"Um, well…" I held up the envelopes I'd been holding and Nudge ran up and grabbed hers.
"Holsing? My last name isn't Holsing, I don't have a last name, so it's not Holsing! But what if these people know my real last name and it is Holsing! Oh that'd be COOL!" Nudge shut herself up and stared at the crest on the thick paper.
"…Yeah. Well, I got one, Fang got one, and Iggy you got one." Fang gave Iggy the stiff envelope. Gasman ran over to Iggy and started whispering excitedly. Angel looked downhearted.
"Me?" She asked sadly.
"Wasn't one for you baby." I responded softly. She sighed knowingly.
"Can I open it?" Iggy asked excitedly.
"Sure." Fang responded, his voice low with wonder.
I took that to involve me as well, and slid my fingernail under the seal. It opened after a fight, and I brought out yet another piece of stiff paper with fancy words on it.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Ride,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find a list of all books and equipment enclosed in this letter.
Term begins on September 1. We await your response no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress.
Inside there were 2 more pieces of paper that I was far too stunned to read. I looked over at Iggy's incredulous face as Gazzy read those last few lines to him.
"Nudge, have you ever heard of Hogwarts?" I asked her quietly.
"No. Why?" She looked at me confused.
"Doesn't it say that in you letter?" How did it not?
"Um…no. It says Beauxbatons, and that's just funny. Beauxbatons school for witchcraft. Hehe. Witchcraft? I'm not a witch, witches are mean!" She looked unsure. "I'm not a witch, right Max?"
"I honestly don't know anymore sweetie." I said truthfully. Glancing at her letter, I saw it was close to the same as mine. But hers was indeed for an obviously French or Italian place called Beauxbatons school for Witchcraft. Why would anyone send us these things?
"My mind is blown." Iggy breathed. "Why the heck would I need books like that?"
I didn't know what he meant so I grabbed the other papers out. The first was a list of books and supplies. Let me tell you, it was the weirdest list I've ever seen, not that I've seen many lists.
Each student in 4th year will need:
Uniform
3 sets of plain work robes (black)
One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
One pair of protective gloves
One winter cloak (black with silver fastening)
Please note that all clothes should carry name tags.
Books
The standard book of spells (grade 4) by Miranda goshawk
A history of magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical theory by Adalbert waffling
A beginners guide to transfiguration by Emeric switch
One thousand magical herbs and fungi by Phyllida spore
Magical drafts and potions by Arsenius jigger
Fantastic beasts and where to find them by Newt Scamander
Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring a cat or owl or toad
Um….huh? I glanced at what Nudge held. She also had a list with foreign books, odd clothes, and weird 'equipment'. This was all confusing.
I walked over and sat by Fang, who had disappeared to the couch. "So," I said as casually as possible. "Hogwarts. That's weird."
"No." Fang responded, almost confused. "Durmstrang." What? How could he and Nudge have gotten different ones than me and Iggy? That wasn't cool!
But as soon as I'd had that thought, 3 of the oddest people I'd ever seen popped into my living room.
A/N Yeah...I need a beta. Nudge left during the story, because she was mad, so...yeah. It's only 9:00, but I'm so tired. How does Saint update stories at 3 in the morning? IDK, but I don't own Harry Potter or Maximum Ride or any characters except my own OC's which will come later. So...I has a question. Do you guys want this to happen 100 years after Harry's TriWizrd Tournament or the same one? I need your opinion.
Oh! Another thing! I'm waking up! But that's not it! I will have a reviewer-ing contest. Depending on the quality of your review I will give you points that have no real meaning but it'll be fun! So yeah. At the end of the story the top 5 people will get their names prettily bolded, italicized, and underlined! It'll be great! Requirements for reviews to get the most points will be on the Profile Page. So I'll see you there.
Flying out.