Chapter 2 guys. Back story will eventually be introduced so bare with, so for now have some Bad Touch Trio and bad French.

Arthur didn't know what to make of his first week at Hogwarts. The classes were interesting and he was excelling compared to other students, some barely able to manage to a simple levitation charm, and the food was alot better than anything he or his mother could come up with. His private room, seeing as no-one wished to share the twin room with him, was cozy, and already full of books and scattered pieces of parchment. He didn't mind, being accustomed to being by himself, as his mother was often busy with work abroad. As long as he had Gawain with him, he'd be alright. Though despite this he couldn't help but look with envy at the other students, smiling, talking, and laughing with their friends, while he was left by himself, no-one attempting to talk to him. Even the other Kirkland's kept away from him, though Arthur put that towards the historically known rivalry between the two houses they were in.

As with any other day, Arthur left the Great Hall, beef roll in hand, passing chunks of the meat to Gawain, who never left the boy's side. He walked through the maze of corridors with ease, unlike the rest of the first year students, choosing to take short-cuts that the ghosts whispered. He enjoyed talking to the spirits, and they enjoyed having someone to listen to them, not many students were willing to talk to, let alone approach the translucent beings, who more often or not, looked quiet gruesome post mortem. With a wave and a short greeting to the Disembowled Werewolf, a charming young ghost who transformed during the full moon, he entered the sanctuary that was the library. With a nod to the librarian, he made his way the a secluded corner, pulling a book out of his satchel. Sensing it was safe to come out, Gawain slithered out of the pouch Arthur had sown onto the inside of his cloak, and coiled himself loosely around Arthur's neck, reading the text along with him. Quietly they exchanged thoughts and opinions on the theories and practicality of the spells, not noticing that they were being watched.

As the afternoon progressed, Gawain voiced a desire for some fresh air, and who was Arthur to deny him. He placed the book back into the bag and the snake coiled tighter around Arthur's neck. As he stepped out of the library and made his way through the winding halls, he failed to notice the footsteps following him.

Once outside, Arthur sat beneath a tree towards the edge of the forbidden forest, pulling out another book to read as Gawain slithered through the grass, always within Arthur's sight, before settling down once a sufficiently warm sunny spot was located. Arthur found it to be tranquil, the breeze rustling the foliage of the forest, the sounds of wildlife being easily carried, looking out onto the lake, which sparkled and glistened in the light, to bad the tranquility didn't last.

A slight weight pressed down onto Arthur's head, and by the way whatever was moving, it was making itself comfortable. Sensing that whatever was up there had no ill intentions, Arthur went back to reading his book, "Hey, I think he went over that way," a voice called out, three sets of footsteps were heard making there way towards where Arthur was currently sitting. " 'Sup, name's Gilbert, and I'm the most awesome wizard to ever exist, you're in my potions, charms and DA class, you're good but not as awesome as me, have you seen a small yellow bird thingy, I can't find him anywhere and I really, really need to find him ASAP." the boy finished in one breath, Arthur just stared at him, wide-eyed and at a loss at what to do, as the other boy looked down at him expectantly. Luckily the silence was broken another two boys pulled up, catching there breath as Gilbert turned his attention to them, saying something about how he was to awesome to ever be out of breath from a little bit of running. The blonde boy of the trio, looked past Gilbert, noticing a fourth presence. With a smile, he stepped towards the stunned Arthur, "'ello there, I am Francis Bonnefoy of Ravenclaw," he said with a flourish, brushing chin length blonde locks out of his face, "as mon ami Gilbert may 'ave already said, we are looking for his petit oiseau, but as he is of petit mind he 'as failed to see what is right in-front of 'is eyes." he finished with a smile, before reaching out and gently coaxed whatever had perched on top on his head into his palms before pulling back. In his hands sat a snidget. "There's my little buddy, come to awesome now," the loud-mouthed boy called out, and the snidget flew into Gilbert's awaiting palms, as soon as the small, bird like creature landed, Gilbert clenched it to his chest, cooing and murmuring to it reassuringly, while the three other boys watched him. "How did you manage to get your hands on a snidget anyway? I thought they were a protected species?" Arthur the ever curious, asked. "His father is the head of the society of Protection of Magical Creatures, he gets access to all sorts of rare and endangered creatures," The third boy chimed happily, "I'm Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, it's nice to meet you." he finished, having grasped Arthur's hand in an overly friendly handshake.

His reunion complete with the snidget, known as Gilbird, Gilbert turned his attention onto the boy sitting under the tree before taking a seat in-front of him. "So... what's your name?, we told you ours so you need to say yours." Arthur looked at him surprised, "Arthur, Arthur Kirkland." he mumbled, before turning his attention back to his book, hoping that the other boys would get the message and go away. Unfortunately for Arthur, they either didn't take the hint or chose to ignore it. "So you're the little bro of all those other Kirkland's right?" Gilbert asked excitedly, "They're in my house, never a dull moment with them." He finished with a laugh, the other two boys, having also sat down either side of Gilbert, chuckled, "You only say dis because you 'as been joining in on dere mayhem." Francis added, "Didn't Patrick turn your hair pink on the second day?" Antonio piped up, "Dat is right mon ami, an' 'is sister made your cloak match." causing him and Antonio to burst into fits of giggles, much to Gilbert's annoyance, even Arthur managed to smile a little, only to familiar with his siblings' antics. "Well lucky for me the hair was easy enough to change, me being awesome and all" Gilbert retorted smugly. "You mean you figured out the reversal charm to a simple colour change spell?" Arthur muttered, more to himself, though the other three seemed to have heard, "pfffft no way, I'm to awesome to that," Gilbert replied, "I'm an Metamorphmagus, awesome right" he finished proudly. Arthur was honestly impressed, knowing how rare such a person was, "So that explains the white hair and red eyes then", "Not exactly, 'e isn't dat good at it yet, isn't dat right mon ami" Francis looked to Gilbert, who had started to pout at this revelation, having hoped to be seen as awesome for having mad skills. Noticing the albino's decline in mood, Arthur felt he should add something to cheer to arrogant boy up, seeing as his two friends seemed more interested in poking fun at him, "That's still pretty neat though, I've never met a Metamorphmagus before." he said nervously, not use to interacting with other children, seeing as most seemed to keep well away from him.

Hearing this caused Gilbert to brighten up significantly, "I know right, it's pretty awesome, and it's alright that I can't do it much now, can't expose the world to all of my awesomeness to soon, don't want to over load it or anything." he grinned. he made to say something else when a girly shriek was heard. It had been Francis, who was now sitting stock still, and was paling by the second, Arthur was the first to spot the cause of his situation, reaching out towards Francis' sleave, were Gawain slithered out, after a small bit of persuading, winding around Arthur's arm instead. The sound of laughter was heard, both Gilbert and Antonio having fallen back at seeing what had spooked the French boy, who himself was looking at the serpent warily. Once Gilbert had calmed down some what, he slapped Arthur on the back, "That was awesome, and I don't use that word lightly," The two other boys rolled their eyes at this,"Pretty cool trick what you pulled, you must be a parselmouth, right?" he looked at Arthur expectantly, making him the centre of attention. Finishing draping Gawain across his shoulders, he nodded in agreement, before looking down at his lap, not knowing what else to say or do.

He ignored the fact that the other boys had turned away from him and were talking amongst themselves in whispers, instead picking up his book and stood to head back to the castle, it was beginning to get dark after all. As he started to walk, a voice called out to him, "Hey wait up Arthur, we're coming." the three boys ran to catch up to him. Francis and Antonio had slung their arms across his shoulders, mindful of the snake resting there, and Gilbert walked before them, facing towards them as he continued to speak. "We have decided that you're now a part of our gang, since you are awesome but not as awesome as me," he stumbled a bit, having not seen the uneven ground underneath him, "As such, you get to hang around the awesome me and these other guys." he finished, suddenly grabbing Arthur's hand and dragging him into a run, "Last one inside is a rotten egg" he called out, still running with Arthur's hand in his grasp, cackling as the other two tried to catch up to them.

Wooo, new characters are introduced. I've decided to split the gang up house wise for reason that will be made apparent in future chapters.

French-

petit oiseau- little bird

mon ami- my friend

Metamorphmagus

Unlike some of the other types listed here, Metamorphmagi are born with the ability to change their appearance at will. Nymphadora Tonks is a Metamorphmagus. The word comes from the Greek prefex "meta-" connotating change, "morph" meaning "form," and "magus" meaning "wizard."

Parselmouth

The ability to speak the language of snakes and to command them is extremely rare.

Snidget

A small, spherical bird which can fly with amazing agility, changing speed and direction almost instantaneously. Its golden feathers and red, jewel-like eyes are so prized that at one time the snidget was hunted almost to extinction. The fact that a snidget became such an integral part of the game of Quidditch (and usually died when it was caught) didn't help matters either. The snidget became a protected species; there are now severe penalties for harming or even capturing one. Snidget reserves have been set up worldwide, and a magical device, the Golden Snitch, has replaced the live bird in Quidditch (FB, QA).

Reviews and feedback are always appreciated and is greatly encouraged. I'm also up for ideas on what to do in future chapters seeing as I only have bits and pieces planned out as of yet.