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'Dear Mr. Bloodworth,
We are sending you this letter in regards to your re-enrollment to Milkweed Academy.
The sole reason for this invitation is to ensure that the magical population has a basic understanding of magic, and we feel that you require instruction in respinsible magic handling. We will give you a month to prepare for your departure to Milkweed, and in that time please purchase all of the required tools for your schooling.
On the day of your departure, we will send an owl with instruction, so please stay in your house.
Signed, the Chair of Milkweed Academy'
Faint green eyes scanned the yellow parchment. The accented words of Mr. Kinn didn't seem to register in his head as he stared down at the letter that he kept hidden on his lap.
He got the letter three weeks ago, so this was his last week in this sad excuse of a school. Of course, this meant that he had to go back to England, although he preferred Scotland. But it seemed like such a waste, after a few years of yearning for Milkweed he eventually learnt to live with being in the United States, and just as he was getting the hang of things he had to go back to that damp little island. Kyle had to admit, he was happy, at least a part of him was, but... His mind wandered over to Fanboy and Chum Chum.
He was going to miss the people who decided to be his friends despite his questionable personality.
Giving a sigh of sorts, he rolled up the thick parchment and poofed it away for the moment. What bothered him the most was why the Academy would re-admit him when he was already 15. Usually, if the school wanted a student back, they would've recalled him/her by the age of 13. There was a cap for age, so if he was being re-admitted ay 15, then there must be something going on back in the Wizarding Realm.
He sat upright and leaned back on the back of his chair, crossing his arms.
Also, why wasn't there a signature on the letter? He was expecting the unpleasantness of seeing Sigmund's curly cursive letters, but it was just signed 'The Chair of Milkweed Academy', another sign that something wasn't right.
The redhead bit down on his bottem lip, tapping his foot by the slightest bit.
Could it mean that there was something going on, but hadn't been released to the public? The boy nodded to himself at this thought. It wouldn't be a surprise if it were something of that sort, after all, things like cover-ups and lies happened all of the time, both back there and here in the U.S., so he could probably find out easily through gossip that traveled faster than brooksticks. A slight smirk pulled at his lips. How were the students going to react to his coming back to Milkweed? Only knowing certain kinds of magic and having to take more courses than anyone else, would they try to outcast him? Or would they give him a little credit for making it back into the world of magic and ask him what 'normal' life was like.
Kyle licked his lips as another thought floated into his mind.
What kind of replacement would be there for the Professor he ate? He couldn't wait to see that bit.
The bell rang violently, letting the students bustle out like cooped pigeons and rush out to the cafeteria. Being the slight hermit he was, the Briton took his well earnt time packing his things and slinging his bag over his shoulder. Just as he walked down the aisle of desks and was close to the door, Mr. Kinn called out to him.
"Kyle, may I talk with you in now?" The middle aged man asked. Turing around when his name was called, the redhead gave a nod and strode over to him, slightly curious if Mr. Kinn noticed him spacing out during class.
"Kyle Pender..." The man started out, looking at him with squinted eyes through those thick lenses. His mouth was pressed into a thin line, but it soon broke out into a grin. "I hear you will going back to Milkweed, true yes?"
For a moment, the Brit could feel his fingers go cold and the heat drain from his body, where it went he would never know. The man crackled a bit, clapping his shoulder and leading him to an empty desk, making him sit down.
"Kyle, you must be pondering about so much in your head, so much question that answered no one for you. And probably you ponder, why old Mr. Kinn know about Milkweed, yes?"
Still unable to speak, the boy merely gave a nod. The twinkle in Mr. Kinn's eyes grew along with his grin.
"Kyle, you ever ask why Milkweed send you to America, why not keep you in Engrand or British areas? Why send little trouble-boy here, all way, long way, cross the sea?" He asked, leaning against his desk. Kyle blinked twice at this.
"I..." He began. Come to think of it, he never seemed to question it at all.
"I never... thought about it closely I guess."
Mr. Kinn nodded. "You were young, so small, you did not need question why America, you question how get back into Milkweed. You overlook the small important part. But," The friendly glow in the old man's eyes seemed to vanish in an instant. "You are big now. You think more than you were small. Kyle, there are things going on in the Magical World that could have endangered you. You remember your mother, yes?"
He could feel his mouth grow dry the instant his mother was mentioned.
"I don't want to talk about it." He said curtly, fisting his fingers and furrowing his brows. This didn't seem to sway the other man at all.
"This is important Kyle, you must talk and learn what the point was."
"The point?" He asked through grit teeth. The old man was saying as though his mother were killed like a pig for slaughter.
"Yes, Kyle, there was a point in death of your mother. A serious reason that endangered you if you not be removed from country."
The Brit stood up, his face etched with an expression as though he had eaten something bitter.
"I think I'll take my leave now. I only have ten minutes left in my lunch hour, and I need to eat." He said with anger tracing after his words. Mr. Kinn gave a reasonable nod, and Kyle swiftly made his way out the door and down to the cafeteria.
Honestly speaking, he had lost his appetite.
Even so, he still made way down to the lunchroom where all of the others were having a good time. Passing through the double doors, he entered the filthy cage and headed toward the lunch line. Usually, the last to come had to eat the shit-like grub that was left over, but Kyle couldn't care less at this moment. Once the lunch landy saw him, she quirked an eyebrow at him.
"Red, aren't you awfully late today." She said in a gruff voice, slapping down whatever she had left from the pot onto his plate. He gave a shrug.
"Teachers. They just love to talk." He said flatly.
"Ah, I remember the days." She said with a laugh. She was more a man than a woman, but still a good person who liked small talk. "C'mere Red, I don't want anyone seein' me giving you the extra fries. You're too skinny, ya need to eat more."
A small smile pulled at his lips.
"Thank you Mrs. Griff."
"Anytime Red." She said with a tough wink before shooing him away. He could feel a laugh errupt from him as he trotted away and toward the back. The only good thing about being disliked by practically every student in the school was the fact that the teachers and staff took pity on you and treated you better. Good enough to help your survive through school, but enough to get you hated even more.
Setting himself down, he toyed with the yellow fries before taking a chance and eating it. They weren't that bad, but it could be better.
"Kyle!"
The said boy looked up, greeted by the crooked grin of the diabetic boy approaching him.
"Can I sit with you?" He asked, setting his tray of food next to his. The redhead gave a careless shrug.
"I can't stop you even if I said no."
Fanboy merely gave a 'pff' at this.
"Oh c'mon Kyle, you've only got a week left here, at least let me eat with you during your last few days."
That seemed to be a fair reason. But even without consent the taller boy sat himself down, happily munching on that... 'food'.
"So," He started. "Where exactly are you going again?"
"Back to England. I'm not sure which city or town, but they'll tell me on the day of departure."
"Cool... who's 'they'?"
"The school."
Fanboy nodded and fell silent, his eyes roaming around as if they were trying to find something to talk about. Kyle gave a smile at this, knowing that silence was not the Hero's thing to do.
"So... you gonna throw a party or something?" He asked, scratching the back of his head. Kyle just made a face.
"I don't intend to. And even if I did, I wouldn't know who to invite."
"You can invite me." He said, wiggling his purple eyebrows.
"I could, but I wouldn't make a good host, and I don't like parties so much."
"Then Chum Chum and I could come over to your place and just hang out!" He said, grinning. That's when the redhead noticed it.
"Where's the other one?"
Fanboy's expression darkened at the question. "He's with Yo."
The Brit stopped chewing his food. "With Yo?" Why? Doesn't he hate her?"
The lanky boy gave a shrug and slumped down on the table. "I don't know. Chum doesn't really hate anyone, but those two've been hanging out together. A lot." He said glumly. Kyle couldn't help but feel a bit sorry.
"Well, I only have six days left, but I suppose... we could, spend time together?" He said, not too sure if he were saying the right words. Almost immediately, the tall American broke a grin and shouted.
"Dude, I wold love that! We could do like, nightmorning and stuff!" He said, wrapping his arm around the Brit's thin shoulders. "And then we could use your magic to fly around like bugs and save kittens from trees too!" Fanboy speculated excitedly, using his other hand to help visualize the idea. Kyle merely rolled his eyes, but didn't bother to shrug off Fanboy's shoulders.
"If that's what you want to do, then I probably could pull it off, but nothing destructive. I'm warning you, that house isn't entirely mine, so if it's damaged I get charged."
"No worries, We'll do the destructive stuff outside!" He said with a goofy grin. The redhead could feel a grin of his own forming.
"So, I'll meet you at your house tonight?" The American boy asked. Kyle gave a nod.
"Yeah, I'll be sure to answer the door."
And as if on cue, the bell rang, indicating the end of lunch.
A/n: I dunno, I feel like this was rushed, but it felt natural as I was writing it. Like... it wasn't forced material. I don't mind the flow/speed of how the story is going entirely, but some areas could probably use a little more work.
Also, keep in mind that these two are high schoolers. That means that they're used to each other, and they may seem OOC due to the fact that this is fast forwarded in time. The longer you know a person, your attitude eventually/gradually changes. This is a fact, unless you are a robot.
Another thing to consider: Kyle mentions Scotland, and his lst name is mentioned. I just chose a name at random (actually, I chose the one name that fit nicely to his first name), but if anyone actually knows his Surname, I would love to know. The Scotland thing will be explained later, so just let time commit.
Also, please excuse any grammar mistakes and spelling errors. I'm multi-tasking. I shouldn't be, but I'm in a time crunch here. I know I could always save this chapter's publishing for later, but if I hold onto an idea for too long, it becomes unattractive and I won't be able to use it. Just think of these chapters as milk when they're in my head; I need to get them out on paper before it all spoils.
Well then, thanks for reading this far. Cheers!