Hiddenville:

Max smirks, eagerly awaiting his mundane classes report card from Salem School for the Gifted. Phoebe was always going on about how she got better grades than him. When he didn't have to compete with Phoebe he actually applied himself, mostly for the sake of Luna and Val. Val was stretched out on the couch reading a book she was going to write a book report on just so she could get some extra credit. Every little bit helped when some of her grades were less than subpar which would be worse without Max's help.

Her familiar, named Fenrir, was curled up at her feet, Fenrir was also getting brushed by Nora. While Crups were notoriously protective of their masters this one had grown up around Billy and Nora. Fenrir knew whom was a threat and whom wasn't. The report cards are opened and it turned out Max did better than Phoebe, whom got a B in Art. Max had opted to take music and learned how to play the pipe organ, as Salem had one. Val was working on getting him one that was feather light and self-shrinking for his birthday. Kendal Warbeck, brother to singing sensation Celestina Warbeck had been the one commissioned to make the organ. It was going to be made out of Black Walnut with Acromantula Silk tempered as the strings. Max deserved the best and Val could afford to give it to him. While she may not go into any of the main vaults she could still use them.

The goblins had no problems with her doing so, it actually helped to have the accounts being used and not just accruing interest. Phoebe was staring at Max's report card in dumbfounded silence, " Since when do you actually apply yourself? "

" When I don't have to worry about everyone comparing me to you. " Max states simply.

Hank and Barb both start guiltily, was that why whenever they were in the same school Max simply didn't care? He had no reason to try because he'd always be considered second best to Phoebe. Max had no clue how much he'd said with that one sentence, he'd simply told the truth. That everyone did view him as second to Phoebe in the Super community. It was why he loved the Magical one so much, they saw him for himself. They judged him on what he could do not on what his twin sister could do. He loved Phoebe, don't get him wrong but, constantly being compared to her and coming up short was not fun.

He knew it was unintentional on the part of their parents yet, for everyone else it wasn't, they enjoyed comparing him to Phoebe, pointing out his flaws while not doing the same in Phoebe's case. Phoebe was naïve of how the streets worked, she had no clue on how to network, and more importantly she was anal about rules. Well, more like moral rules, she just didn't understand that there were times you had to throw your morals out the window to get something done. Val, however, did understand that key concept all too well. She had no problem helping him steal, seducing guards and the like to buy him time.

Watching her work when they were out stealing was breathtaking. Her umbraportation was very useful, making it so they could steal from anywhere in the world and then use the Magical Black Market to sell their loot. The Mundane authorities and the Heroes couldn't track where the loot ended up, it was win/win for them. Luna would plan their heists, she was the mastermind while Max covered the roles of hacker and thief while Val generally was the grifter and hitter. It made things quite interesting, especially when Val had mastered the memory charm early on.

Hogwarts:

Professor Pomona Sprout mulls over the situation of the missing Potter Heiress while she tends to her greenhouses. The girl was using the Quibbler to cause quite a stir, which in turn boosted the sales of the Quibbler in Europe. It had come as quite a shock when Xenophilius had relocated to America so soon after his wife's accident. Luna had been slated for Hogwarts but Xenophilius had sent her to Salem instead. He'd felt Salem was a better fit for his little girl, plus, they taught the magicals there how to blend in with Muggles and how to use their inventions. They were up to date with the Muggles and taught Muggle subjects too. This meant the children could get jobs in either world and didn't just simply cease to exist in the Muggle world.

Pomona knew that fact raised several suspicions yet, there was no way you could convince those bigoted Pure Bloods the Muggles were more advanced than them. The muggle borns absolutely hated being expected to change their ways simply because the British magicals had stagnated centuries ago and refused to change. Several of them started looking into different schools after their first year and never returned, not liking how backwards things were.

Burrow:

Molly Weasley nee Prewett fumes as she goes about her daily chores. Where had that girl gotten too? She was supposed to marry her Ron. Of course, Molly had no way of knowing that all marriage contracts before the name change were null and void. Any new ones would be going through Val's lawyer. The red headed matriarch of the Weasley family rolls her shoulders as she continues to work. Why Bill and Charlie had left just as soon as they could she didn't understand, nor did she understand why they had insisted on getting such jobs. Cursebreaker and working on a dragon reserve. The nerve of them, they should have gotten Ministry jobs like their father. Children these days just had no sense of what was right for them. Ginny was over helping out Mrs. Diggory at the moment, leaving Molly to her own thoughts and feelings.

She couldn't wait for the luxury the Potter money was going to bring her and her family once Ron married the girl.

Hiddenville:

Max grins as he works on his Potion for his mastery. He so wanted to oust Severus Snape as the youngest Potion Master ever. Val had relocated to his Lair to continue to read her book, curled up on his bed. Fenrir was playing with Nora and Billy at the moment and she had pulled her Stitch doll out from her bag. Stitch was curled up beside her as well. " Val, how much should we learn before we get dragged to Hogwarts? "

" Everything we possibly can that they're too backwards to teach. " Val states flatly, marking her place in her book.

" In other words warding, blood magic, summoning, all that stuff, right? "

" Pretty much, Max. " Val says.

Max and Val, with Luna's help had been adding to the wards in his Lair, no one could come in once night fell save for Max, Luna, Val, Billy, and Nora. This meant Max and Val would finally have some privacy as Val had animated Colosso's stuffed bunny he wouldn't bust them either. Max rolls his shoulders, " Care for a spar? "

" Powers practice instead. "

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Thundermans.