I watched as Hunter raced down the street, tripping and almost falling multiple times. The bus driver opened the door, rolling his eyes.

Hunter stumbled to the seat next to me, flopping down heavily. "My mom said there's a new student coming today," he said, gasping for air.

I raised an eyebrow. It was spring. Why come now? Hunter answered my question for me.

"He'd been going to a private school, and his mom couldn't pay for it anymore. So he came here. Apparently, he's in all your classes, so you need to help him get used to public school," he explained, shrugging and pulling out his biology homework.

I groaned and slid down into my seat. "He'll just make fun of me and you know it. I'm four and a half feet tall for Heaven's sake!"

"Hey, it's not your fault you're part elf," he said absently.

Did I mention that Hunter knew about Mom and Haven and everything?

When we were younger, we'd been playing around when he said we should try hide and seek. There was no where good to hide, and he knew it, so I shielded in the middle of the yard.

Hunt turned around and slammed into me. It took some convincing, but he believed everything.

Now, I glared at him. "Announce it to the world why don't you? People say I'm a pixie. Ha! I hate pixies."

He simply rolled his eyes and scribbled down an answer.

"You're wrong," I said in a sing-songy voice, receiving a light punch in the arm. That was when I looked up, catching eyes with the new boy. "Speaking of pixies," I said quietly, recognizing the childlike features immediately.

"What?" Hunter looked up. "Oh. Is that a problem?"

"Oh, of course not!" I hissed.

Apparently, there were no other seats on the bus, because the pixie came to sit next to Hunter and I in the back, since there were three seats. I tried to ignore him, but that was kind of hard. At least with my kind of height, he'd never suspect me of being half elf. Hunt ruined that when he put his homework away.

"Ow!" I hissed, as a drop of blood appeared from the place his paper had sliced my skin. The pixie watched with wide eyes as the blue sparks dove into the cut and healed it. "Don't say anything," I growled at him. "I-"

"No need to explain. I know who you are. Ivy Fowl, Holly's daughter, right?" He asked, interrupting me.

I sighed. "Yeah. What am I, big news in Haven?"

He nodded, but something in his eyes made me mistrust him. "Well, my name's Obsidian Ko-Tristan."

"Kotristian?" Hunt asked. "That's a weird last name."

I gave Obsidian my most evil glare. Something wasn't right here, and I intended to find out.