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Chapter 1-Rustelle and The Four

"Not again," Ginny groaned as she stared intently at the motorbike, as if that would will it to repair itself and start again. Wearily, she started inspecting the bike. On average, this happened at least; let's see, five times a week? Basically, that was every damn day she rode the bike over to the college. And the list of stats also displayed that out of these five times she was obliged to conduct the same inspection; five out of five would be futile. The check was basically cursory in other words. Oh she knew what ailed the bike. It was nothing more than a case of old age. Everything couldn't run for too long or the bike would shut down on itself. Sighing dramatically, she started to push the bike along with her. 'At least it's rather peaceful,' she thought, trying to keep optimistic. She spoke too soon. Out of the blue, a car swerved to overtake her at high speed, causing her to shriek in alarm. Her mouth opened to hurl a well deserved insult, but it snapped shut once she saw the number plate of the Lexus. Because, she gritted her teeth in frustration, it spelt Malfoy. It also spelt out clearly that she had better keep her mouth shut if she had any hope of getting through this college. If she was in any other place in her life, at any other circumstance, she would have kicked Malfoy's ass for doing that. But at the moment, since she was studying at Rustelle, she had to keep as invisible as possible.

Her life at the moment was problematic and complicated. Ginny wasn't willing to settle for anything less than the best education she could get and when the chance of a scholarship to the best wizarding college in England was offered to her, she couldn't say no. After a week however, she was seriously doubting her decision. The professors were the best to be found in their field; make no mistake about that. They were literally enticed there by the ultra-wealthy parents of the student body with large amounts of research funds and whatnot. Which professor could resist pursuing their own breakthrough? Therefore, she really couldn't complain about the staff but the students, the students, were an entirely different matter. She could go on for days just ranting about how spoilt, obnoxious and insufferable the students at this college were. People like her were of course, brought in for statistical purposes. 'Oh look! We do have students from varied backgrounds you know. We're not snobbish! What a silly accusation!' she thought sarcastically.

She pushed her bike through the back door of the school. Not snobbish. Yeah yeah yeah, ya-da ya-da ya-da. She locked her bike and started walking towards the school building. 'At least out of all this snobbery, I get some amusement,' she grinned as she watched the competition play out between Pansy and Millicent. Yeah they attended Rustelle as well. To her utter dismay, the majority of wealthy wizarding parents had children in Slytherin. But back to the entertainment.

She watched as Millicent blatantly made eye contact with Pansy, while swinging her bag markedly over her shoulder. 'Oh Prada is it Bulstrode?' Ginny thought mockingly. 'Let's see what Parkinson has to offer.' She turned to Pansy in time to see her flourish the inside of her coat in an exaggerated fashion. 'Ooooo…Burberry. Now back to Bulstrode.' her head turned to Millicent. She was leaning over in the direction of Pansy, tracing the path of her necklace. 'Mikimoto Pearls huh? You just might have won this time Bulstrode,' Ginny sardonically contemplated. It seemed that Millicent also thought so for a superior smirk had begun to take shape over her features.

"What's wrong Pansy?" she asked the crestfallen girl contemptuously. "Have you got nothing better?"

But it seemed that the girl had only been putting on act for she now shook her head and beckoned Millicent over with a crook of her finger. Suspiciously, she advanced towards Pansy. "Closer still Millicent," Pansy said with a sickeningly sweet smile. Confusedly, she did as she was told. Suddenly, realisation dawned on her.

"Julia Robert's nose!" she hissed in what could only be described as wonder at Pansy. In reply, she got a self-satisfied nod. The tension between the girls seemed to melt away as Millicent punched Pansy in the shoulder. "No wonder you missed the first week of school! Why didn't you call me along you selfish girl?" she asked Pansy good naturedly.

"You just answered your own question Millicent," was Pansy's complacent answer.

Their voices faded in the background as the voice in Ginny's head called out 'drop curtain and end show.' Oh yes…this was a school where money, branded goods and cosmetic surgery took precedence of all else in the heads of the girls. Oops, my bad, she forgot the most important aim of all- find a guy with as high a social standing as possible and marry him. 'The crème de la crème being none other than Draco Malfoy,' she thought derisively. That alone made her think that the girls here had serious problems which could only be addressed with a substantial number of sessions with a psychologist.

Entering the school building, her attention was drawn to a throng of students, all of whom seemed fixated on some fascinating object. Curious, Ginny headed towards the classroom into which they all seemed to be peering. She saw a guy who seemed to be clearing out all his school supplies with his head bowed. She recognised him as Zack but she had no inkling of any other information pertaining to him. Yet, she knew exactly what had befallen him. Why he was packing up his stuff. Why he seemed to be leaving the school for seemingly no reason whatsoever. Why he looked so defeated. The workmanship of The Four. Their signature could have literally been scrawled over it, that clear it was as to whose doing it was. She was jerked out of her thoughts by the voice of a girl standing next to her.

"How pitiful," the girl sighed. The girl next to her snorted.

"Want to be virtuous and help?"

"No way! If The Four gets to know about it…"

Only one week into school, even Ginny knew to keep out of the Four's way. Who were they exactly? Well, The Four comprised of Blaise Zabini, Paul Denver, Tristan Caldwell, and……Draco Malfoy. They were an elite group of the school's, and England's, four most influential and eligible bachelors. Together, they held the entire school in thrall, fear and admiration. When they passed by, girls swooned. When they talked to anyone, they either stuttered or giggled. When they wore anything out of the ordinary, guys scurried hastily to get their own version of the product. In short, they literally ruled the school.

Next question. How did they get so influential? First things first- Wealth. They were the children of the four wealthiest families in Britain. Any girl who could capture the hearts of one of these guys would be ensured a lifetime of sumptuous luxury; and every single girl in this strange, strange school, was obsessed with that. The fact that they weren't exactly harsh on the eyes might also be a factor. The only problem of course, was to actually perform the capturing. This was a feat yet accomplished by none, quite possibly due to the nature of these boys themselves.

Blaise Zabini and Paul were incorrigible playboys who exuded that bad boy persona; charming girls in all directions. Immaculate dressing and killer smiles meant that they were never short of girls to choose from. And pick them they did. What's more, by some method -Ginny herself thought hypnotism was a highly probable suspect-, every single one of these girls fell in love with them and thought they would be their "One". Their dreams were however, shattered one after the other as the boys went through them as quickly as tissues when you're having the flu.

Then you had Tristan. Tristan was an…enigma in his own right. Quiet and mysterious, you never actually ever understood him and neither does he ever allow you to understand him. All Ginny knew was that he was studying music at Rustelle. Actually, come to think about it, he was the classic case of the reserved genius.

Lastly -let Draco Malfoy never know Ginny put him last-, there was Draco Malfoy. Personally, Ginny saw him as an aggressive bully with anger problems. Yeah. That's all she had to say about Draco Malfoy.

Not only did these boys have unmatched influence over the students, they also had influence over the professors. One word- funding. So basically, they walked over everything and everybody just like the school was theirs. And in a way, it was. But getting back to the problem in question, Ginny knew that the likely reason why Zack was dropping out was due to pressure from The Four. How? From what she had heard, it happened on a fairly frequent basis. There were three simple steps to the entire operation.

1) Red Tag issued to the target. Target was normally a person who spoke out against The Four.

2) School given free reign to terrorise target

3) Target automatically drops out under the pressure.

Sounds freaking unbelievable doesn't it? But it had happened and Ginny had borne witness to it happening before. No one dared to say anything about it for fear of being tagged themselves. Those who did were certainly dealt out their punishments fast enough. Ginny herself felt outrage at such a practice of course but she kept quiet. Cowardice? Maybe. But she couldn't afford to get kicked out of Rustelle. She had wanted this for too long to mess up now.

Finally finishing his packing up, Zack made his way out of the class. The crowd separated to let him through. He then stumbled, over what seemed to be a stuck out foot, causing his books to tumble down to the floor. Slowly, he bent down and started to collect them. Feeling indignant on his behalf, Ginny almost lost her cool and started to make her way over to help. Thankfully, somehow Ginny's only friend at the college, Heather, had found her way beside her and now deterred her with a firm shake of her head.

"If you go over and help him, Merlin knows what The Four will do to you," she warned.

And so, Ginny chalked up one more count of weakness in the face of The Four. Her self loathing was fortunately temporarily delayed as the voice of the professor for this class, Professor Maxwell, carried over.

"What's going on?" he demanded. "Why are you all standing around?"

Wearing the smile of someone trying to get into the good books of their Professor, Pansy Parkinson walked up to him and said, "Zack's leaving the school…"

"I'm the head professor of this faculty! Do I recall giving him permission to drop out? No!" the professor said, sounding put out. "Zack!" he called to the boy.

At this point, Millicent Bulstrode hurried over to give him a clearer perspective on the issue, "It was The Four's wish that he wouldn't attend Rustelle anymore."

"To think that there are such troublemakers in the school!" the professor huffed. Ginny's face brightened. There might be still hope after all... She watched as the professor made his way over to where Zack was standing.

Giving Zack a pat on his back, he said with an utterly serious tone, "Zack, don't be a troublemaker anymore. Make sure you learn from this mistake and be a better person from it." Ginny stared at him in utter disbelief. Whaattt? There was something extremely wrong with the people here. Was it the food? Or maybe the water? Turning away from Zack, Professor Maxwell called out to the crowd of people, "Right, move along now. Time for class." Still stunned, Ginny stood stock still for a moment. Heather had to drag her into the classroom in order to get her in. In a daze, Ginny made her way over to an empty desk.

"Right," she heard the professor start speaking. "The topic for discussion today is morality and justice…" It was all too much for Ginny to stomach. What the hell? The professor was going to talk about morality and justice after what he had done outside? No way was she going to listen to his superficial bullshit. She put her hand up.

"Yes, Miss Weasely?" the Professor enquired.

"I would like to be excused," Ginny offered no reason with her request. The Professor himself seemed to care less about her and impatiently dismissed her with a wave of his hand. Collecting her things, Ginny left the classroom and headed over to the terrace of the school. She needed to let out some steam.

Once she got there, she took a deep breath and started yelling towards the sky. "What kind of crap school is this anyway? Zack was forced to leave and was called a troublemaker? And then the professor has the arrogance to talk about morality and justice? All of it is crap! Rustelle is chockfull with superficial idiots with no hearts! Especially those Four. That pig headed four! You guys had better not mess with me. I will not give in to you!" She paused, panting for breath. As she calmed down, she said in a small voice. "If I really wouldn't give in………why didn't I dare to help Zack just now?" She sighed. "Better return to class now…"

Author's Note:Thank you, thank you, thank you, person who has managed to read the above to the end! "P I'm sorry if it was an ordeal. I know that at some places it doesn't flow as it should because of the sentence structure and stuff so I'm sorry for that. I'm also sorry if it sounds really contrived. If there are repeated words I'm sorry. If there's too much dialogue and not enough description, I'm sorry. I'm sorry if it sounds immature. I'm sorry if there are any grammar or spelling errors- I read it multiple times to check for this though…and yeah…any comments are welcome…goal is to get better…