Hey guys! Here is the second chapter. I'm afraid this one doesn't have that Doctor Who or Sherlock, but there is some, and there will be more to come. Also, I have decided to add the Marvel fandom in! (though there will be more of that next time). If I'm using one fandom too much, tell me, if I'm not using one fandom enough, tell me.

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The next few weeks of my time at this school continued in a similar fashion, and soon, I got to know everyone, for better or worse.

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Tick tock. Tick tock. My eyes were glazing over as Professor Binns lecture went on and on and on about some revolution. I looked over at my left to see Ron was already asleep, along with Amy and John. Sherlock just sat at his seat, tapping his feet impatiently, and every so often he'd interrupt loudly, causing the old man to jump in surprise, and the rest of the class would jolt up, away from their daydreams (unless, I soon learned, you were Arthur, who managed to just sleep through it – he was the type to miss some of the most obvious things even if it was staring at him in the face). Binns was an incredibly old man. Many students wondered why he hadn't already dropped dead. The only student Binns paid much attention to was, to my surprise, Nico.

Whenever Nico was having some kind of difficulty, the teacher would be there in a jiffy, asking exactly "in what way would the young master (young master being Nico) require service." Nico's discomfort at this special treatment was evident, but rather than pity him, several classmates (namely Irene, a pale-faced boy with platinum-blonde hair named Draco, or Malfoy as everyone called him, and Clarisse, a tough looking girl) decided to make fun of it – that is, until Nico sent them all his "death glare" and Jason and Percy looked threateningly towards anyone who conveyed even the slightest sign of having a problem with Nico. It was quite sweet really, I thought, how they all stuck up for each other.

An example of this happened as soon as the bell rang, signalling the end to the dullest hour of my life, and freedom, to many of the students. No sooner had Nico stepped out of the classroom, than Malfoy, Irene and this slightly crazy kid who called himself "The Master" surrounded him. This trio, I soon found, were in a league of their own when it came to terrorizing other students.

First, there was Draco Malfoy. Coming from a very elitist background laden with money, he was very used to getting his own way, and looked down on other people as if they were filthy rats. Then there was Irene Adler. As mentioned before, she was very attractive, and could persuade people to exactly what she wanted them to do. And if they refused, well. She was very good at blackmail. Finally, there was the Master. According to Amy, the Doctor and the Master were brothers. They were both very smart, gifted in Science in particular, but the similarities ended there. While the Doctor was odd, and crazy, he was so in a friendly, kind manner. The Master, on the other hand, had a spark in his eyes which hinted at malevolent tendencies. In short, he seemed like the kind of child who enjoyed torturing wildlife.

With his Malfoy's money, Irene's blackmail and the Master's having no restraint from trying to achieve the unthinkable, the threesome liked to think they struck fear in the hearts of their classmates. To be very honest, everyone in our class was just a bit tired of their antics, rather than terrified. But every now and again, they said things, things that really got under the skin of some people. Like Nico, Percy and Jason.

"So Nico," started Malfoy "what's it like having such an old man have such an obsession with you?"

"Leave me alone Malfoy, before you start to regret ever talking to me." replied Nico, almost sounding bored.

"And what could you ever do to me, you filthy mudblood," he jeered.

"A lot more than name-calling, I can tell you that" Nico said, walking away, with Jason and Percy right behind him.

Malfoy opened his mouth to retort some lame comeback, but then Irene decided to speak up.

"Oh, I have no doubt about that," Irene said softly. "We all know about his family background."

Nico stopped walking then turned to face her. "What?" he spat.

"Oh, you know. The usual." she continued to say, in her deathly soft way. "We all know how you ended up killing your sister."

"That wasn't his fault!" exclaimed Percy, while Nico stood there, as if rooted to the spot.

"Of course not," Irene turned to Percy, "it was yours, wasn't it"

He paled, speechless.

"What was her name…?" she asked, smiling to herself "Bianca, wasn't it? I have a friend who works in the news. Charles Augustus Magnussen. He's very big in the media, and I'm he'll love to tell the story. How-"

"Shut up!" Jason interrupted. "How dare you-"

Before he could finish, Nico unfroze, and started towards her, snarling, until a broad shouldered figure cleared his throat.

"I personally do not want to see any fighting breaking out in the corridors, would you all go to your next class." It was Mr Rogers, an army veteran who now working in the PE department. Legend has it that he and Mr Stark (who we had next) go back a long time, and have some kind of friendly rivalry.

"But Mr Stark doesn't mind it if we're late." said Ron.

He pursed his lips in disapproval then replied, "Well, I care. A good form of discipline won't hurt anybody."

And so the near-fight broke up, and the class, who had all been watching the argument made their way along the corridor. It was time for my first Engineering lesson, with Mr Stark, or Tony, as he preferred to be called, as he had been apparently sick.