Author's note: I'm so happy now people actually like my story, so thank you all! I'm giving you guys another chapter so soon because I didn't really count the first chapter a real chapter, it was more the intro. I'm going to update this every week, I know that's for sure, but if I get ahead of my chapters when I'm writing them then I'll update upload early.
Thank you: KaggyAlucardSesh, percyjacksonfan135, Padfootette, 917brat, Raven Marcus, candinaru25, for reviewing.
And 917brat: I should have explained it more I guess but Azalea is going to be a combined version of a female Harry Potter and Female Percy Jackson, so she lives in both worlds. :)
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Sally Jackson was having a very ordinary day and like most people was following her daily schedule. She had no reason to suspect that anything different would happen today, so imagine her surprise when a little girl who looked barley older than three appeared beside her with a soft pop, when she was sitting on her couch.
Now Sally had experienced many things that weren't ordinary in her life that no one else seemed to notice, like there was something stopping them. She had seen men that only have one eye, people carrying old weapons like swords in broad daylight, half goat people that she could only guess were satyr, and odd animals that always had something wrong with them like an extra limb of some sort that half the time was from another animal.
She had long ago accepted this since it was either that or admit that she was mad, and she liked to think she was sane. But then again, she had just seen a little girl appear in her apartment, and that was something she didn't think was normal.
The girl was sobbing in a curled up position shaking in fear while she murmured fearfully "No I-I'm sorry p-please please." And even if the girl had appeared mysteriously in her apartment Sally couldn't just let her continue crying so fearfully without helping her.
So she softly put a hand on the girls shoulder "Shush sweetie it's alright ok, now stop that crying your safe with me alright honey?"
Azalea had been expecting many things but that was defiantly not one of them. The voice was not Uncle Vernon's and neither were the words that came out, that was for sure. So looking up she could only freeze in surprise when she saw the lady from the picture.
Though she had aged some she still looked as beautiful as before and that kind smile was still present on her face. With a louder sob Azalea launched herself into Sally's arms crying into her chest as Sally held her close shushing her while petting her hair comfortingly.
"I w-was so s-sacred and I-I had to g-get away U-Uncle Vernon, was so… so mad a-a-and and I just wanted to be s-safe." She sobbed into her chest.
'Uncle Vernon… Vernon that name sounds familiar like the man Petunia got married to he had a horrible temper, not much of a looker too.'
"It's ok sweetie what's your name? Mines Sally Jackson." Sally soothingly said.
"My names Azalea … Azalea Potter."
Sally froze in surprise that was Lilly last name and didn't she name her kid Azalea but that meant that this might be her…
"You... you knew my mom right, Lilly? I-I found a photo of you two with Aunt Petunia and I, well I guess I wanted to meet you and I-I" how was she suppose to explain that she wanted to live with her instead Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, what if she said no and sent her back to them they were already so angry at her.
"You're Lilly's child? But- but why are you crying and how did you get here?"
"It was an accident I swear I was doing my chores and was dusting while Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley watched TV when I knocked over the vase. I swear I didn't mean to. And Uncle Vernon was so mad I-I just ran, I didn't want to get punished again cause I knew it would be real bad this time and I made it up to the attic but I was trapped. So-so I wished I was with you, Sally the kind looking lady in the picture, and I guess Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were right about me being a freak since I showed up beside you. But please-please don't send me back to then I'm sorry for being a freak, just don't send me back."
Sally could only stare at the girl in shock after she had explained everything. Punishments and chores for little girl, what kind of people act like that? And how could they tell Azalea she was a freak those people, those-those assholes.' There were not many times in Sally's life that she could ever remember being truly angry and this was one of those times because this time she was furious beyond furious in fact.
"Azalea sweetie calm down I won't make you go back to THOSE people don't worry honey. Everything's alright now and I'll make sure you don't go back to them."
"You promise?"
"I Promise"
Sally stayed true to her promise making sure Azalea stayed with her and never went back to the Dursely's. All it took was one long distance phone call and Petunia was more than happy to send all of Azalea's papers over and sign her guardianship over to Sally. She was in her words "Glad to be rid of that brat." And after some legal fiasco Azalea Potter was now know as a US citizen under the guardianship of one Sally Jackson.
Years later we find a ten year old Azalea Potter on a bus heading to a Metropolitan Museum of Art to in Manhattan.
So hello my name is Azalea I prefer Liz though or Lizzy, after my middle name Elizabeth, whichever floats your boat. And I go to the wonderful Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York, can you feel the love I have for the school?
Am I a troubled kid?
Well that's a rude question and I'd thank you for not asking, or I might have teach you the meaning behind the words 'as silent as the grave'.
See I'm not troubled, well that is unless you count the fact I'm rather good at obtaining items that at the time might have been in somebody's else's procession and also opening things that some people might wish to stay close. But that's not why I'm in this school, since I have skill when it comes to those two things, but I'll explain later since patience is a virtue.
So anyway, right now we are going on this wonderful field trip to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff. Which I was ok with, since first of all I actually loved Greek history and read tons of books about it since it was an interesting subject, and I got out of school and anything involving no school is a good thing to me.
Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip so that made it even better.
Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair, a scruffy beard, and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. I personally dislike coffee even if I'm forbidden to drink it apparently no one wants to see me more hyper though I do like the smell so it wasn't that bad. But you're probably wondering what's so great about him? Well he tells stories and jokes and lets us play games in class.
He also had this awesome collection of Roman armor and weapons, sharp pointy shiny weapons he lets us have mock fights with. Any teacher who lets you pick up and fight with a sword in his class is my kind of teacher.
So anyway getting back to my reason of being in this school for troubled kids since you've been very patient so far, well you see bad things happen around me sometimes.
Well not bad exactly, just odd. Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went on the Saratoga battlefield, I had this accident with a Revolutionary War cannon. I swear I wasn't aiming for the bus, well I might have been, but who keeps a damn cannon loaded around children, well to cut a story short I got expelled, the assholes. And before that, at my fourth-grade school, when we went on a behind-the-scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool, I sort of hit the wrong lever on the catwalk and our class took an unplanned swim. I happened to think the sharks were adorable and they had acted like over grown cats when it came to me, the rest of the class strongly disagreed.
And before that well lets just say putting a bunch of shiny buttons and levers in the reach of a third grader is always a bad idea. Especially when you're at the zoo and those shiny buttons and levers are the controls to the animal cages. And that third grader just happens to open all those cages, and well yeah animal freedom anybody haha...ha?
Anyway some of you might be wondering why someone as young as mio is in the fifth grade, well for all my um… accidents it just so happens I am one smart cookie. Meaning I've skipped a couple grades, two to be precise, guess the Dursley's always trying to dumb me down made me want to be smart just to spite them, or it was the fact I didn't want to be anything like Dudley.
In all reality the reason I'm so smart is probably because to me reading was a way of getting rid of my excess energy that or sketching and painting or even tinkering with things, I've figured out how many things work that way. And how to make a lot of bombs cause art is a bang ya? As it so happens I'm not trusted enough to be alone apparently it makes people nervous of what I'm doing.
This trip though I'm determined to be a saint, so no explosions for me.
I even put up with Nancy Bobofit the freckly, redheaded kleptomaniac girl, hitting my best friend Grover in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-ketchup sandwich. Girl has problems.
Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. He must've been held back several grades, because he was the only sixth grader with acne and the start of a wispy bird on his chin. Which was ok with me as long as it wasn't a dirt stache, cause I will come at you with a razor if I see that on your upper lip. On top of all that, he was crippled. He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don't let that fool you. You should've seen him on enchilada day in the cafeteria, because damn that boy can run.
Anyway, Nancy Bobfit was throwing wads of sandwich that stuck in his curly brown hair, and she knew I couldn't do anything back to her because I was already on probation. The headmaster threatened me with death by in-school suspension, le-gasp the horror, if anything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip. This suspension threat was caused by an accident that happened, that involved me being unsupervised for awhile. Were I decided to spend my time on trying to figure out what would happen if you put certain things in a microwave, all in the name of science of course, and completely necessary. The Headmaster happens to disagree.
"I'm going to kill her. I have it all planned out I'll use a rusty spoon and then we'll hide her body by burning it, preferably using an explosion. After all of that we'll replace her with a monkey we dressed up as her and no one will be able to tell the difference mwahahah!" I said in my best evil voice.
Grover only snorted "That's a great evil genius's plan you got there but lets save that one for a rainy day, okay? And besides it's okay. I like peanut butter."
Grover dodged another piece of Nancy's lunch.
"With ketchup? Me thinks you are lying sir Grover and with that being said it's time to go smack a hoe." I started to get up, but Grover pulled me back to my seat.
"Calm you're pimping hand Liz, you're already on probation," he reminds me. "You know who'll get blamed if anything happens, especially if someone goes around smacking people while calling them hoes, since you've done it before."
I only looked at him solemnly saying "Hoes gotta learn respect." It wasn't my fault if that class full of idiots was full of hoes talking about other people's looks so rudely. Someone needed to teach them respect and who better to do it then a pimp such as myself?
Mr. Brunner led our lovely tour through the museum.
He rode up front in his wheelchair, guiding us through the big echoey galleries, past the marble statues, and glass cases full of really old black-and-orange pottery.
It blew my mind that this stuff had survived for two thousand, three thousand years. Hell I couldn't make anything made of glass that I own last more than a month without a crack appearing on it, and I know that because I have tried and failed as well.
He gathered us around a thirteen-foot-tall stone column with a big sphinx on the top, and started telling us how it was a grave marker, a stele, for a girl about our age. He told us about the carvings on the sides. I was trying to listen to what he had to say, because it was interesting, but everyone else didn't share the same sentiment and wouldn't shut up, the other chaperone, Mrs. Dodds, would only glance at me occasionally but didn't help me on my quest of knowledge.
Mrs. Dodds was this little math teacher from Georgia who had a fetish for wearing black leather jackets, even though she was fifty years old. She looked mean enough to ride a Harley into your locker or you. She had come to Yancy halfway through the school year, when our last math teacher had a nervous breakdown.
And I swear it was an accident how was I suppose to know she would react that way to the lizards or spiders or even the fireworks display, I mean who doesn't like explosions I never meant to cause a nervous breakdown.
From her first day, Mrs. Dodds loved Nancy Bobfit and figured I was the devil spawn. She used to point her crooked finger at me and say, "Now honey," real sweet, and I'd know I was going to get after-school detention for a month.
This would have continued if it wasn't for one day when coming out of Latin I got into a fight with Nancy who was making fun a of Greek god. Hades to be more specific and let me tell you one thing while I liked other gods a lot Hades was always one of my personal favorites I mean he was badass. Not only that but he got screwed over on lots of things that I didn't think were fair. I mean not only did he get cheated when him and his brothers were picking domains but he got banished to live by himself. And when he finally got a wife she doesn't love him back, well he did kidnap her so that one was his fault but still, and he can only see her for all the winter months. Now I'm not saying he's a saint but come on neither are all the other gods.
So I told Nancy my opinion on her claims about Hades being a weirdo creepo and Mrs. Dodds happened to be standing outside of the class and heard everything that happened. She didn't even seem that upset when I punched Nancy in the face for calling Hades a freak which was a very touchy word when it came to me. She only gave me a half-hour long detention of wiping down her chalk board which only took three minutes. After that she seemed to take a very strong dislike towards Nancy and a neutral view on my existence that at times went into mild liking.
Mr. Brunner kept talking about the Greek funeral art.
Finally Nancy Bobofit snickered something about the naked guy on the stele, and I turned around whispering angrily "Will you shut up." Though it may have been more of a angry growl and it didn't come out as quite as quiet as I hoped.
Ya maybe a lot louder than I expected.
The whole group laughed. Mr. Brunner stopped his story. Of course he heard me but not the other ten kids that had been talking.
"Miss Potter," he said. "did you have a comment?"
My eyes went wide in surprise. I said "It's a very pretty stele?"
Mr. Brunner only sighed and pointed to one of the pictures on the stele "Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?"
I looked at the carving, and felt a rush of relief, Greek history was my jam along with a couple of other things, and I easily recognized this picture. "That's the King of the Titans, Kronos, eating his kids, the Gods."
"Yes," Mr. Brunner said, obviously not satisfied. "And he did this because…"
Jeez I didn't know we were playing 20 questions he could have at least worded the question differently if he wanted me to explain that.
"Kronos was the King of the Titans, and he heard a prophecy about how one of his children would defeat him. So when his wife had a child also known as a god he would swallow him or her. This continued until one day when giving birth to Zeus, she replaced him with a rock and gave him that instead. Zeus grew up only to later come to his father and trick him into drinking a mixture made of mustard and wine that made him throw up,"
"Eeew!" said one of the girls behind me, really throw up makes you say eeew?
"-the rest of his children who being gods survived in his stomach, growing up in there. There was then a war between the Titans and gods which ended with the gods defeating their own father, sliced to pieces by his own scythe, and the remains then being thrown into Tartarus, the darkest place in the Underworld."
There was a stunned silence from the group, see I was a smart cookie.
Behind me, Nancy Bobofit mumbled to a friend, "Like we're ever going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our job applications, 'Please explain why Kronos ate his kids.'"
"And why, Miss. Potter," Mr. Brunner said, "to paraphrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?"
"Busted," Grover mumbled.
"Shut up," Nancy hissed her face even brighter red than her hair.
I thought about his question, shit I got nothing time to bullshit my way through this.
"It's helpful for the fact that it teaches you… prophecies screw over everyone always and trying to stop something from happening only makes it worse."
Mr. Brunner looked thoughtful for a few seconds before he spoke, "Well while there is truth in those words Miss. Potter that's not exactly the answer I was looking for so half-credit. On that wonderful note, it's time for lunch. Mrs. Dodds, would you lead us back outside?"
The class drifted away, the girls holding their stomachs, the guys pushing each other around, acting like morons.
Grover and I were about to follow when Mr. Brunner said, "Miss. Potter."
"I swear I didn't do it, I mean how was I supposed to know that would happen when I pulled the switch, it probably wasn't that expensive anyway?"
Mr. Brunner raised his eye brow in interest as he calmly said, "That wasn't what I was going to talk to you about, but I would like to know what you did that makes you feel the need to defend yourself so fiercely."
"What? I never said anything, and I never defended myself about anything. Maybe you thought you heard me do that since, but I've been with you this whole time and never left the group. I would never do anything bad."
Mr. Brunner only raised his looked at me skeptically.
Grover only looked between the two of us until I told him to keep going and that I'd meet up with him later. Then I turned towards Mr. Brunner. "So sir, what do we need to talk about?"
"You must learn the answer to my question," Mr. Brunner told me.
"Ok?" Wow what in the hell is he talking about?
"Miss. Potter you need to learn my question about real life, and how your studies apply to it."
"Ahhh"
"What you learn from me," he said, "is vitally important. And I hope you remember that."
I mumbled something about how I would take his lessons to heart and other crap like that and then made my hasty retreat, while Mr. Brunner took one long sad look at the stele, like he'd been at this girl's funeral.
He told me to go outside and eat my lunch.
The class gathered to the front steps of the museum, where we could watch the foot traffic along Fifth Avenue. Because there's nothing like eating and staring unblinkingly at someone while taking bites of a sandwich as they walk by, I don't get why they keep glancing at me so nervously while I do it though.
Overhead, a huge storm was ah brewing, with clouds blacker then I'd ever seen over the city. Huh must be global warming, we'd been having weather like this since Christmas. We'd been having massive snow storms, flooding, and wildfires from lightning strikes. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a hurricane blowing in.
Nobody else seemed to notice. Some of the guys were pelting pigeons, the poor diseased rats, with lunchable crackers. Nancy Bobofit was trying to pickpocket something from an old lady's purse.
Grover and I sat at the edge of the fountain, away from the others. Ya know so maybe they'd think we weren't from that school, the same thing you would do when you're out in public and someone you know starts to act like an idiot on purpose to embarrass you.
I pulled out my lunch, my rather large lunch since I love foods and I've taken a strong liking to cooking though I can't do that at Yancy they don't trust me in the kitchen. I personally thought the 'No Azalea Potter' sign on the door was a bit much.
I watched the stream of cabs going down Fifth Avenue, and thought about my Aunt's apartment, only a little ways uptown from where we sat. I hadn't seen her since Christmas. I wanted so bad to jump in a taxi and head home. She'd hug me and be glad to see me, but she'd be disappointed, too. She'd send me right back to Yancy, remind me that even if she loves me more than anything, I need my education and I had to try harder to not have so many accidents. Even if this was my fourth school in four years and I was probably going to be kicked out again. I can't stand when she's even a little disappointed in me.
Mr. Brunner parked his wheelchair at the base of the handicapped ramp. He ate celery while he read a paperback novel. A red umbrella stuck up from the back of his chair making it look like a motorized café table.
I was about to unwrap my sandwich, a delicious peanut butter and jelly sandwich, when Nancy Bobofit appeared in front of me with her shall we say very ugly friends-I guess she got tired of stealing from defenseless old ladies since their such hard targets- and dumped half of her lunch in Grover's lap.
"Oops." She grinned at me with her crooked teeth. Her freckled were orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face with liquid cheetos. Ohh that would be good with some crackers, so yummy, no focus.
I tried to stay cool, but Grover's my best friend so fuck that. The school councilors voice rang through my head, "Count to ten, get control of your temper." But I don't have a god damn temper; I just feel the need to inform people of how I thought of them. I wasn't an idiot I could control myself and my mouth when I have to. As the saying goes though, 'It's not that I hate people, I just hate stupid people.' But this was my best friend so my anger just filled me making my mind go blank. A wave roared in my ears.
The next thing I knew, Nancy was sitting on her but in the fountain, screaming, "Azalea pushed me!"
Mrs. Dodds materialized next to us.
Some of the kids were whispering: "Did you see-"
"-the water-"
"-like it grabbed her-"
I didn't know what they were talking about. All I knew that I was in trouble, again.
Mrs. Dodds glanced at Nancy and seeing that she was alright turned to me. There was a knowing look in her eyes, as if she had been waiting for me to do this all semester. "Now honey-"
"I know," I grumbled. "Detention,"
Not answering me she instead said, "Come with me."
"Wait!" Grover yelped. "It was me. I pushed her."
I stared at him stunned. I couldn't believe Grover was covering for me Mrs. Dodds scared him the bajeezes out of him.
She glared at him so hard his whiskery chin started to tremble.
"It's ok, man," I told him. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine it's not your fault Nancy fell into the fountain."
"Honey," Mrs. Dodds called to me. "Now."
Nancy Bobofit smirked.
I gave her my deluxe I'm-gunna-murder-your-ass-later look making her take a step back, ha. Then I turned to face Mrs. Dodds, but she wasn't there. She was standing at the museum entrance, way at the top of the steps, gesturing impatiently at me to come on.
Wow that was one fast old lady.
I went after Mrs. Dodds.
Halfway up the steps, I glanced back at Grover. He looked pale and terrified staring at me with worry in his eyes. He kept glancing back and forth between me and Mr. Brunner like he wanted Mr. Brunner to notice what was going on, but Mr. Brunner was absorbed in his novel.
I looked back up. Mrs. Dodds had disappeared again. She was now inside the building, at the end of the entrance hall.
Okay, she's going to make me buy a new shirt for Nancy at the gift shop.
But apparently that wasn't the plan. I followed her deeper into the museum. When I finally caught up to her, we were back in the Greek and Roman section.
Except for us, the gallery was empty… creepy.
Mrs. Dodds stood with her arms crossed in front of a big marble frieze of the gods. A frieze she was currently looking at like she wanted to destroy it.
"I'm sorry to say this Miss. Potter but you've been giving us problems." She said.
I did the safe thing and said, "Yes, ma'am."
She tugged at the cuffs of her leather jacket. "Did you really think you could get away with it?"
She looked at me with pity but fierce determination, like she was going to fix a problem.
This can't be good.
"I'll-I'll try harder ma'am."
Thunder shook the building.
"We are not fools Azalea Potter," Mrs. Dodds said. "It was only a matter of time before we found you out. And while I don't hate you and I think you may have just been an unknowing pawn in all of this we still need it back. Confess now while you still can."
I have no idea what the frick she is talking about.
All I could think is that the teachers must have found my illegal business of selling kids hard to get goods, nothing bad I'm only ten for fucks sake just stuff like candy and games, I make quite a profit. Or maybe they figured out that I was the person who dyed all the school uniforms orange to show school spirit.
"Well," she demanded.
"Ma'am, I don't…"
"Your time is up, and maybe this is better, we'll find out the truth once you die and you'll be safer dead than alive honestly."
Then the weirdest thing began to happen. Her eyes began to glow like barbecued coals. Her fingers stretched, turning into talons. Her jacket melted into large, leathery wings. She wasn't human. She was a shriveled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouthful of yellow fangs, and she was about to slice me to ribbons.
Then things got even stranger.
Mr. Brunner, who'd been out in front of the museum a minute before, wheeled his chair into the doorway of the gallery, holding a pen in his hand.
"What ho, Azalea!" he shouted, and tossed the pen through the air.
Mrs. Dodds lunged at me.
With a yelp, I dodged and felt talons slash the air next to my ears. I snatched the ballpoint pen out of the air, but when it hit my hand, it wasn't a pen anymore. It was a scythe, longer than me it was about six feet tall with a long curved blade coming out of each end the black with streaks of bronze through it gleamed wickedly in the light. How in the hell am I suppose to use this?
Mrs. Dodds spun towards me with a surprised look in her eyes when she saw the scythe.
My body shook from nerves. The same feeling you get right before you do something very important, filled me making my stomach twist with nervousness while I shuffled my feet unable to keep still.
"It's time to die, honey!" she said.
And she flew straight at me with her claws aimed and ready.
My body quivered with nerves and excitement as I watched her come closer, for a second fear twisted in my mind but I crushed the feeling before it completely took hold. She got closer and closer until she was feet away and I did the only thing I could, I swung the scythe.
The long curved blade surrounded her body for a second before it sliced clean through her it, taking her torso off the bottom part of her body in one clean slice like she was made of water. Hissss!
Mrs. Dodds was like a sand castle in a power fan. She exploded into golden powder, vaporized on the spot, leaving nothing but the smell of sulfur behind and a dying screech.
I was alone.
With a giant scythe in my hands.
Mr. Brunner wasn't there neither was Mrs. Dodds. Nobody was there but me.
Holy hell someone must of spiked my drink or hidden magic mushrooms in my lunch because if not, then what in the hell just happened?
The scythe in my hands shook and I got the impression of a dog waging its tail after it thought it had pleased its master. Far be it from me to question that, if a ball point pen can transform itself into a huge scythe then I guess why can't it have a mind of its own to.
"Uh, good boy." I said with that over exited voice you used with pets as I patted the curved blade on the top end carefully. It shook harder like it was happy about my acknowledgement of its help and almost seemed to purr under my hand as it grew warmer. Ya that isn't creepy at all.
"I need you to grow smaller boy can you do that for me?"
With a one last happy purr, it began to shrink in my hands until a pen was all that was left, Mr. Brunner's pen to be exact.
I went back outside.
It had started to rain.
Grover was sitting all by his lonesome looking miserable and near to tears his eyes red and puffy, with a museum map perched on his head. Nancy Bobofit was still standing there, soaked from her swim in the fountain, grumbling to her ugly friends. When she saw me, she said, "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your but."
"Who?"
"Our teacher. Duh!"
"Oh ya forgot her name." which she accepted since I'm horrible with names and she knows it, well at least she thinks she does I used to call her Norm Buba all the time just because I could and she did push Grover on the floor and stole his text book. You mess with Grover then you mess with me and considering the fact I've been taking self defense and classes martial arts classes, well I can protect both of us or at least try. I started to take those classes because it made me feel safer and I never wanted to be as helpless as I was with the Dursley's.
I headed over to Grover who didn't notice me until I was a couple of feet away.
"Liz!" he said in relief as he jumped up from his sitting position and hugged me. He pulled back and held me at arm's length looking me over to see if I was hurt anywhere.
"Geez Grover you act like you thought you'd never see me again. And why are you looking me over for, wounds?"
"I-I umm was j-just so w-worried when y-y-you g-got lost is a-all, and-and I thought y-you might have g-gotten h-hurt." He stuttered nervously not looking me in the eyes as he glanced around quickly at everything else.
His voice slowly grew stronger and calmer as he continued speaking, "Besides you're like my best friend and little sister and I'd feel horrible if anything happened to you."
I only laughed at him teasing him for being such a worry wart, but I knew he was lying he could never meet my eyes or not stutter when he lied to me. And when I asked him about Mrs. Dodds he stared down at the sleeve of his shirt and began to pick at it as he answered after a long pause about he had no idea what I was talking about. If that's not a lie then I don't know what is.
I saw Mr. Brunner sitting under his red umbrella, reading his book, as if he never moved.
I went over to him.
He looked up a little distracted. "Ah, that would be my pen. Please bring your own writing utensil in the future, Miss. Potter.
I handed Mr. Brunner his pen. Right before Mr. Brunner grabbed it though I could feel the pen grow colder almost as if it was sad and upset. A whimper seem to echoed in my head like a sad dog being separated from its owner, and I could only give it a reassuring squeeze as I thought about how much I didn't want Mr. Brunner to take it. This seemed to calm it down almost as if it had understood me since it stopped being so freezing cold and calmed down right before Mr. Brunner grabbed it.
"Sir, where's Mrs. Dodds?" I questioned.
He stared at me blankly. "Who?"
I stared at him silently for a second. He was lying, don't ask me how I knew this I'm not sure, but looking into his eyes I could almost feel as if a voice in my mind whispered that what he said was a lie.
I wasn't one to trust blindly and this was one of those times where I wouldn't let my opinion get in the way of my actions.
He was l lying.
To me.
And I would act like he was telling the truth for now but I'm onto you now mister and I'll be much more careful around you.
