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Disclaimer: I've realized that some in the previous chapters, I haven't put this up. Consider this for all other chapters, along with the previous ones. I do not own Twilight or Harry Potter. Sorry Stephenie Meyer and J.K. Rowling. Can I please play with your creations??

6

I walked to school quietly, thinking more about the Cullen family. Now that I think about it, it's like I'm addicted to them – an unhealthy obsession. I heaved out a sigh as I tied my hair into a low, side ponytail. It was quite windy, and I didn't want it to be everywhere. It was long, and it would be a bother to the people surrounding me to be hit with my hair.

I sat in my seat in Algebra, the last lesson for the morning, and as the lecture started, if found myself not paying attention. This lesson was far too similar to the Arithmancy classes I took in Beauxbatons; it just lacked magic, that's all, so it was easy to ignore whatever was happening around me. I thought back to this morning, and to the package I received. Yes, I received another package. My order from the muggle catalogue finally arrived. It was hard to order, seeing as you can't exactly order weapons from catalogues since it's against the law, but I managed it.

I know it was against my better judgment, but I can't just brandish around a wand if by some chance I do get in trouble. The Statute of Secrecy is a law I am not willing to break. So I ordered a gun. It's going to take me some time to get used to it – it is a muggle weapon after all, and muggles…they are so inhuman. Poking a hole through one's body as self defense… I'll stick to my body bind curse any day.

"Oh Merlin…" I slumped on my desk, my head in my arms. "I can't believe I ordered that thing." The gun suddenly felt heavy in its holster, which was around my thigh. If ever someone in my family, and I'm thinking Nessa and Bree here, if ever they find out about this, I am so screwed. I won't hear the end of their teasing, not to mention Fleur's lectures. She hates the muggles just as much as I do.

"What exactly, did you order?"

"Oh it's just a –" I stopped in my tracks and sat up straight quickly. The teacher, Mrs. Algebra, as I've taken to calling her, was just a few inches away from me. She looked at me like I was something she stepped on with her cheap, tacky shoes.

I resisted the urge to spell a boil on her nose.

"Just a what, Ms. Delacour?" Mrs. Algebra asked. As I looked back at her, I couldn't help but notice that she was wearing a very familiar brooch on her blazer. A very familiar brooch… "Well?" I was shaken from my thoughts when I heard her piercing voice.

"Oh, just this Gucci bag that I saw in a magazine," I managed to plaster a sweet smile on my not-so-innocent face. "I ordered it online from this online website of this well-known shop and let me tell you," I shook my head dramatically, "you can not trust the mailman around here."

"That mailman you talk about," Mrs. Algebra placed a hand on her hips, "happens to be my husband."

Uh-oh.

"Right…" I nodded my head slowly. What have I gotten myself into? Luckily, the bell rang, ending today's lesson. I speedily gathered all my things and stuffed them into my bag. I muttered a quick sorry as I passed Mrs. Algebra, and it's safe to say that I will be changing seats from now on. No more sitting at the front for me.

"I see you've just gotten acquainted with the devil herself," a tall man with soft, curly blonde hair approached me with an expressionless face, though I can detect a smile in his words.

"Mrs. Algebra?" I asked just to make sure we were talking about the same she-devil, because personally, in my life, I've been acquainted with quite a few, especially if one has the relatives I have.

"She's the teacher in Algebra," the man said, "if that's the woman you're pertaining to."

"Oh, sorry," I ducked my head in embarrassment, "I can't memorize all the teacher's names, so I call them mister, miss, or missus plus the subject they are teaching. But I do know, that Mrs. Algebra's real name is Mrs. Viveca, am I right or am I right?"

"I don't seem to have a choice, now do I?" He held out his hand and I took it graciously, not even flinching at the coldness of his hand. "I'm Jasper, by the way, and you must be the Ms. Delacour everyone's been talking about."

"Oh, I don't know about everyone," I let go of his hand and discreetly pocketed mine. One could only take so much coldness. "But the students of Fork High seem to be abuzz with me. It's nice to meet you, Jasper, and I must say, I like you're accent. Please tell, where do you come from?"

We both walked down towards the cafeteria, since it was time for lunch and the cafeteria was where everyone eats, except for the vampires like Jasper, because they don't eat. It's tragic, really. I don't know what I'd do if I have to survive on blood. I simply can't live without my daily dosage of Honeyduke's Chocolate Truffles (Original Recipe).

"I come from the south, Texas, to be exact."

"Well, Texan Jasper," I sent him a smile, "I guess this is where we part." We stood there, in the middle of the double canteen doors. People, I noticed, were sneaking glances at the two of us. Typical, stare at the new girl and her new friend.

"I'm afraid so," Jasper nodded his head in goodbye, before he set off for his table. I glanced behind him and saw his family gathered around, all watching us, except for Edward. I waved a hand to him and he didn't wave back; he did look at me, though. I somehow felt disappointed. But that disappointment didn't last long, because when I laid eyes on Alice, I felt something different. I felt fear. I managed to not let it show in my face, but I can't deny that I still felt it. Unconsciously, I felt the hilt of my wand just to check that it was there. I mean, it was hard to check if it was there, in my right boot, without arousing suspicion, but I managed to do it.

As I took my seat next to Angela, I felt the eyes of Jessica on me, along with the blonde girl on her right.

"Alice is glaring at you," was all Jessica said to me, and with those five words, I found myself staring at her in shock. I haven't stared at anyone in shock in such a long time, and that shocked me. So what I'm feeling right now was a double shock. Who knew that a small town such as Forks was capable of unearthing these feelings in me? I've felt anxiety, shock, embarrassment, stress and finally, awkwardness…the feeling I felt with Edward.

I closed my eyes and tried to regain control of the situation. I really didn't know what I was getting into when I decide to continue my mother's legacy. Being Watcher…it's a tough job, and add that to my other responsibilities. I'm just surprised that I haven't broken down yet from everything I've had to deal with.

Hesitantly, I opened my eyes. I was met with two pairs of eyes, well, three if Angela's counted, but she wasn't in my vision my when I opened my eyes. I glanced over at the Cullens' table. Jessica was right. Alice was glaring at me, ad she was glaring at me with so much venom, so much bite, that the thought of being changed into a vampire via glare flashed through my mind.

"Excuse me?" finally, I was able to ask.

"I said," Jessica rolled her eyes, "Alice is glaring at you, probably at stealing her man."

"Those Cullens," the blonde beside Jessica scoffed derisively and shared a look with her friend, and by blonde I did not mean me. I checked a lock of hair just to make sure. Yeah, I'm still a brunette. "They're so possessive and uptight."

"Uh, excuse you." I pointed a finger at the girl. She needed to be put back into her place. Who gave her the right to talk about people like that? She was given a mouth so that good things can come out of it, not the exact opposite.

"Are you talking to me?" she asked, pointing a perfectly manicured hand to her face, well, neck if one was specific.

"Yes, I'm talking to you," I answered back with twice as much attitude. I don't like this girl, not one bit. "Who gave you the right to talk about my friend and his family like that?" I didn't dare to analyze my words, afraid of what I might find. Was I talking about Jasper or Edward? I felt my heart twang at the latter, but I ignored the feeling. Instead I focused on the argument at hand.

"Oh, so you're their protector now?" the girl snapped back stiffly, so stiffly in fact, that the bones in her neck were showing. Her words though, reached far too close to home.

"So what if I am," I answered coolly, leaning back on my seat, "I protect all of my friends, and by connection, their family as well."

"The Cullens are not your friends," she shrieked. "The Cullens don't have friends. The Cullens will never have any friends because they are freaks!"

"And whose fault is that?" I asked testily. "Is it their fault that no one's afraid to step out of the status quo, the safety zone, and just say a small 'hi' to them? Is it their fault that it is a person like you that's stopping them from having the proper high school experience?" Silence met my questions. "It's certainly not mine because I'mmaking an effort to befriend them. I talk to them when they talk to me, and I acknowledge them when they acknowledge me. I don't treat them like they're a piece decoration over at the corner of the cafeteria."

The girl looked shocked at my outburst.

"At least that shuts you up," I said, sneering at the girl.

"Hey," the girl stood up and placed a hand on her hips, much like Mrs. Algebra from before, "no one shuts me up!"

"I believe I just did." I watched her as she gripped her bottle of soda, and as she was just about to throw it all over me, Jessica stopped her. She unwrapped her friend's vice grip on the can and placed it somewhere out of arm's reach.

"Just leave it, Lauren," she whispered, though I still heard her, "you're embarrassing yourself."

Laure heeded Jessica's warning and sat back down. She then proceeded to ignoring me. I smiled at that. I like winning these verbal spats with people, mainly girls who think they are better than what they really are. Just because they bring people down doesn't mean they are higher than those people.

I took my lunch bag and prepared my food on the table. At least I'm doing my job properly as a Watcher, protecting the mythicals. I glanced at the direction of the Cullens fleetingly, knowing that they heard the argument and how I fought for them. Alice wasn't glaring anymore.