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Chapter 12

Elijah had decided that know would be the best time to talk to Sophia before their parents got to her and told her off. She would most definitely be grounded and wouldn't be allowed out of her room except for school and meal times. He needed to tell her his plan. He got up and walked over to her. He could tell that she was scared of him by the way she moved closer to the tall woman in the multicoloured coat. He knelt down on the floor in front of her and motioned for her to come forward. The woman realised that Eli wanted to talk to Sophia and stepped aside slightly. He began to whisper quietly so Phia could hear.

"Phia, I want to tell you something and ask you something but you've got to promise me that you will listen to me before you answer." Sophia nodded back at him. "Ok, good. We both know I saw you do that 'thing' in the park yesterday with the dog." She started shaking. "I want you to know that I was terrified of you, but know I want to help you. It's a gift that you need to control and I want to help you. I don't know how you're going to be able to control it but I will help you any way I can." She stopped shaking and started leaning closer to him suddenly interested in what she had to say. "I didn't tell our parents about the incident or the police. We'll wait to start at school. You can come to my classroom every Monday and Friday lunchtime and I'll help you, but you must practice on your own. However that should be easy because as soon as these people leave they're going to shout at you and ground you. But I promise I will protect you no matter what happens. Will you let me help you?" He had finished talking and was waiting to hear her response.

She suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. She then brought her lips up to his ear and whispered into them. "Please help me."

"Always." He sighed with relief. "Who are your friends?" He asked her in a whisper still.

"The Phelps, Caragh is in my class at school." She answered looking over at Caragh and seeing her smiling back at Sophia.

Elijah stood up and turned to face his parents who were looking at him and Sophia curiously. His hangover seemed to have dissappeared. He then looked at the Phelps family. They had three sons and two daughters. They had also apparently invited themselves over for dinner by the look of the long table they had set up at some point. "Well, the Phelps family here have seemed to have invited themselves for dinner, so I'll call the chefs and some waitresses and have them come over and prepare something for us all. I'll also call Myra and have her come over after her shift is over at 1pm. Dinner will probably be ready at 1.30pm so it will give us enough time to talk and introduce ourselves. I would like to find out more about how you helped my sister. Come sit down Mr and Mrs Phelps." He motioned for them to sit down at the table they made.

Mr Phelps sat down at the head of the table and Mrs Phelps sat in the seat to his right with their middle son sat next to her. Elijah sat to the left of Mr Phelps with Sophia sat next to him. He held her hand under the table and squeezed it reassuringly. Next to Sophia were the Phelps' two daughters. The three girls were sat chatting together. Next to the middle son was the Phelps' eldest son sat next to their youngest son who was in a highchair. Soraya sat next to son in the highchair. His mother reluctantly next to the girl with the lilac hair and his father sat next to his wife.

"Well now that were all sat down, why don't we start by asking who you are because at the moment you are no more than a stranger who brought my sister back." Eli said to Mr Phelps sat at the head of the table.

"I like you, you know how to get straight to the point and you seem to be very friendly." Rollie said complimenting the young man sat next to him. "I think it would be best if we all introduced ourselves as nobody knows a person better then themselves." He said with a smile. "My name is Rowland Phelps; I mentioned this when you were passed out." He said teasingly. "My son and I helped carry you in after you fell over outside. How is your head anyway?"

"I'm fine thank you, Rowland, sorry about passing out in front of you." He replied embarrassingly.

"Well anyway, how about we go around the table and introduced ourselves." He suggested. "Darling, why don't you go next?" He asked his wife.

"My name is Anastasya Phelps, but you can call me Ana." She said to the table before remembering that Alexander Martin didn't like people using nicknames. She looked at Alexander and he didn't look happy but she couldn't tell if this was because of what she said or because of the situation itself. She looked down at Acuzio and motioned for him to go next.

"I'm Acuzio; you may not call me anything else but Acuzio. However, I would prefer it if you didn't talk to me at all because after today it is highly unlikely you will see me again. If I do see you again, I will ignore you." Acuzio said monotonously then looked to his brother for him to go next.

Ana looked down at her son sat next to her and frowned at him. She knew the Martin's wouldn't approve of his manner of speaking. Ana didn't bother Acuzio about it anymore. She had come to terms with the fact that Acuzio was just like his paternal grandparents and would most likely be a Slytherin when he went to Hogwarts in two years time. Ana looked over towards the Martin's and flashed them her signature smile.

"Well that's our Cuz." She said forcing a laugh to diffuse the tension. She heard Acuzio growl from next to her.

"Did your son just growl like a dog?" Mr Martin asked with an eyebrow raised confused about the way this women allowed her children to behave.

"Yes, he did." She replied. "Sorry darling," Ana said looking at Acuzio. "It's Acuzio not Cuz. He's so very Slytherin, what do you expect." She now directed her attention back to the rest of the table. Acuzio relaxed at this statement. He liked it when his parents referred to the Slytherin in him.

"What's a Slytherin?" Mr Martin asked with a frown. Acuzio sneered at the question and Sovereign elbowed him in his ribs with a scowl. Acuzio, who hadn't been expecting the elbow to the ribs, yelped and jumped out of his seat. Sov burst out laughing at this and soon all the Phelps and Sophia were laughing and giggling at Acuzio who stood glaring at everyone sat at the table. He finally sat down again and went back to staring ahead with a scowl on his face.

"Are you alright, Acuzio?" Sophia asked politely. It had been the first time she had spoken out loud since she had entered the pub. Also, it was the first time she had actually talked to Acuzio.

"Don't talk to me you filthy Mudblood." He nearly shouted back at her, obviously still angry from being laughed at. Sophia raised an eyebrow in confusion. Acuzio looked back at her wondering why she was looking at her funny. He looked to his left and saw Sovereign staring at him with his mouth open in shock. His entire family seemed to be looking at him disapprovingly. 'What had he said' he thought as he went back over the short conversation he had just had with Sophia. His suddenly went pale with realisation of what he had said. He looked up towards his mother who had tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry mother, I didn't mean it." His voice shook. "I'm really sorry, please don't cry." He pleaded with his mother.

Sophia wasn't sure what had happened. All he had done was, call her a 'Mudblood'. She didn't know what the word meant but it didn't sound like a very nice thing to call someone. She looked around the table at the Phelps'. They were all staring at Acuzio with their mouths open in shock. Even Balthazar seemed to know that what Acuzio had done was wrong. Ana looked like she was about to cry.

"I thought we taught you better, Acuzio." Anna said in a quiet voice. She sounded disappointed. "I've never heard you say…THAT…before, and I never want to hear you say it again. If I do hear you say it again, you will be in trouble. Understand."

Acuzio nodded at his mother and bowed his head down guiltily.

"Erm… Hi my name is Sovereign Phelps. I'll answer your question. Slytherin is the name of one of the houses of my school. I'm a Hufflepuff, but there is also Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. I'm sixteen and I'll be in my sixth year when I go back in September. Any other questions I can answer?" He asked them politely. He wasn't in their good books because he apparently had bad manners.

"Yes, just a few more. Where do you go to school?" Mrs Martin asked him. Sovereign thought for a moment on how to answer. He couldn't just come out and say he went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They would think he was crazy. Mrs Martin also looked like the kind of mother who wanted her children to be the best at school. He decided to answer truthfully.

"It's in Scotland." He replied with a cheeky grin knowing that she had actually meant the name of the school. 'Well she should have been clearer' he thought to himself.

"Scotland? So is it a boarding school?" She asked him rather stupidly he thought.

"Obviously." He replied with a look of amazement that she had to ask. "Why would I go back and forth every day to a school in Scotland when I live in London?" He asked rhetorically. Acuzio sniggered at this but then he realised he should try and behave. Mrs Martin scowled at him but knew better than to question the manners of the Phelps children.

"What is a Mudblood?" She asked Sovereign curiously. Sov looked at his parent and his father raised his hand and held his thumb and finger about an inch apart and nodded at his son. Sovereign knew this meant that he was allowed to tell her but to keep it short.

"A Mudblood is a term used to mean dirty blood." He said hoping she wouldn't ask any more questions on the topic.

"My sister doesn't have dirty blood." Eli said defensively for his Sophia.

"No, I'm not saying she does-" He started to explain but was interrupted by Mrs Martin.

"But he is. He's the one that called her it." She pointed out.

"Yes well he snapped. Our family doesn't use the term but other people in our…erm…our…" He didn't know how to finish the sentence.

"Spit it out." Mrs Martin spat at him.

"Our community, other people from our community call people like your daughter it. They are mainly rich snobs who believe that… power… should be kept between our community." He spat back at her. Sovereign had taken Muggle Studies at school in third year and knew that the English muggle ministry was similar to the English wizarding ministry. They both had different departments and each one had different sorts of powers. He hoped they would think he was talking about their ministry.

"What do you mean 'your community'? You only live down the road." Mrs Martin asked.

"Why don't we drop the questions and get back to the introductions?" Rowland suggested.

"Fine," Mrs Martin huffed. "Alexander, you're next." She added looking at her husband.

"What bout me?" A little voice came from next to Sovereign. Mrs Martin stared at the child. He only looked about two years old and he could form sentences like a five year old. Nobody said anything else but Mrs Martin saw all the Phelps smiling at the child except for Acuzio who seemed to be sniggering again. "Daddy, can I talk now?" He asked his father sweetly.

"Of course, darling. It's your turn." Rowland replied proudly.

"My name is Bathsar Felps. I am nearly three year old. Can I ave pancakes for dinner, Miss Lady?" He asked Mrs Martin.

"Pancakes aren't very health for dinner and I didn't quite catch your name." Mrs Martin returned with a frown at beign called 'Miss Lady'.

"He said Balthazar Phelps, Mam. But they call him Thaz for short." Sophia spoke for the second time since arriving at the pub. She knew that everything about what she had said would get her in trouble but it was worth it to see them scowl at her and to see Caragh and December nearly burst out laughing. Firstly, she had answered a question for someone else which her parents hated. They said that people were given a voice so they could answer for themselves. Secondly, she had called her mother 'Mam'. Her mother hated being called Mam. They had to either call her mother or mammy. Thirdly, she had told them to call Balthazar, Thaz, for short.

"Thank you Sophia for clearing that up for us." Her mother said not sounding very thankful at all.

"Soraya Martin." Her sister said suddenly before looking at her father.

"Alexander Martin." Her father said to no one in particular and looked at his wife.

"I'm Florance Martin." She said plainly before looking at December in disgust at the sight of her hair.

"Hello, my name is December Phelps and I am five years old. I don't have a nickname that you could call me instead. I don't like the sound of Dec so people just call me December." She smiled at the people sat around the table before looking up into the eyes of Florance.

"Why are your eyes purple?" Florance asked confused.

"There lilac and I like them that way." December replied simply.

"So they're natural." Florance asked even more confused than before. She had never seen or heard of anyone with lilac eyes.

"No I was born with blue eyes but I found them boring so I changed them lilac." She said happily.

"With contacts." Sovereign shouted out at Florance.

"Oh, you allow your five year old daughter to wear contacts." Florance asked Anastasya. "And dye her hair the same colour by the looks of it." She added.

"Yes they do." Sovereign answered for his mother. She wouldn't know what contacts were or what it meant to dye your hair.

"I think your mother can answer for herself, Sovereign. And where did you get the names for children from?" Florance asked forcibly.

"Well they all mean something special." Ana replied thoughtfully. "But I don't have time to go into that." She added not wanting to explain why she named her children what she did.

"My name is Caragh and I am six years old. I am also in Sophia's class at school." Caragh announced proudly. "Oh and Soraya's class as well, obviously." She added as an afterthought.

"Obviously." Mr Martin muttered under her breath. She didn't like the Phelps family and couldn't wait until they left after lunch.

"My name is Sophia Mar-" Sophia started with a cheeky smile.

"Everyone knows who you are, it's Elijah's turn." Florance stated meanly.

"But I want a go." Sophia back chatted.

"You can have a go Phia." Eli said from next to her. She turned and smiled at him. She liked it when he called her Phia in front of their parents it drove them crazy.

"Thank you Eli." Sophia said in return. "As I was saying before I was interrupted, is that my name is Sophia Martin, I am six years old. I'd prefer it if you called me Phia though." She said looking up at Eli who winked down at his sister.

"My name is Elijah but I prefer Eli. I am 22 year old and will be teaching at St Andrews Primary School in September. Now that we've introduced ourselves and the staff are on their way, we can talk more like friends than strangers." Eli looked at Rollie and started a conversation with him about university.

Florance and Alexander where talking to Sovereign more about his school. Sophia couldn't help but notice how uncomfortable this made him look. 'Why doesn't he like talking about his school' she wondered. She then realised that December had been talking to her while she had been thinking.

"Sorry, what were you saying? I was thinking about something." Sophia asked her new friend.

"I was saying how I need a nickname. Everyone here has on. Well except for your mother and father. Any ideas?" December whined.

"I still like Cember." Caragh said. Sophia thought about this. She wasn't sure about it.

"What about Ber? It's simple and it's the noise people tend to make in December because it's cold." Sophia suggested.

"Yes, I like that. Ber. Hmmm." December screwed her face up as if she was concentrating really hard. "Yes that will be my new nickname. Hey Mam." December called over to her Ana. Ana looked over towards the three girls and smiled. They seemed to be getting along fine.

"Yes sweetie?" She asked.

"Phia has come up with a nickname for me." December shouted at her Mam. The noise at the table had started to grow loud. When they heard December shouting over to her Mother, Florance and Alexander stopped their conversation with Sovereign and looked over at Sophia. "You tell them Phia."

"Ok." Sophia replied to her friend. This was an opportunity to annoy her parents even further. "Well, Caragh suggested Cember, but it just seemed a bit long for a nickname. So I suggested Ber."

"That's kind of Ironic." Eli said out loud. "Because people say 'ber' when it's cold and it's cold in December."

"That's what I said." Phia said smiling up at her brother.

"Well great mind think alike." Eli said just before there was a knock at the pub's main door. Eli got up to go answer it. Sophia smiled at his last comment. She really did love her brother more than anyone else in her family. She wasn't very happy with her sister because she had run off without helping her when the big dog was closing in on her. She enjoyed annoying her parents because she didn't really like them either. She knew it was wrong but Sophia had soon realised that her parents were rather fond of punishment. That was mainly the reason she was annoying her parents now because she already knew she was going to be punished for running away so she might as well annoy them even further.