CHAPTER 9: Seijou, High School of Muggles and Mugglery

The Second Month: September

Meiling woke up, a small yawn escaping her lips. Stretching as she sat upright, she thought about the extremely boring studying of the other day. She rubbed her eyes and stared absently at the ceiling.

Yesterday was certainly a day worth fussing over. Just to think a short 24 hours before they were all avoiding Waldo, Waldo who turned out to really be a half-human, half-alien named Trunks. Next thing they knew, there was the early afternoon encounter with King Cold, the evening in the sauna and the night of finding out that they were all going to a Japanese high school. From her right, there came a soft moan. She turned, regarding the sleeping Chibiusa.

She glared at Chibiusa's peaceful face. Meiling's temper always seemed to flare in Chibiusa's presence, no matter what the situation.

Chibiusa was beautiful, though it sickened Meiling to admit it. Despite her repulsive hair colour, distasteful sense of fashion (sailor outfit!), and poor intuition for noticing a proper male when appropriate (how could she not find Trunks desirable?), she still knew Chibiusa was what many guys wanted and who most girls wanted to be. She would be instant competition at school.

Meiling rolled her eyes, threw off the covers and got up from bed. She approached the dresser and observed herself in the mirror. She reassured herself that she was also quite beautiful, with her almond-shaped red eyes, gleaming dark hair and clear skin.

'Compete with this, Sailor Chibi Moocher,' she muttered confidently as she took up a brush and tidied her smooth hair.

After five minutes of primping she headed down to the kitchen. No one else was up. Taking advantage of this, she helped herself to breakfast and made her way into the living room.

An awfully handsome youth gazed at himself in the mirror. Luminous, golden tresses framed his face in the tiny hand-mirror. Yes, it was true, he was handsome and perfect. There was no fault in his fair complexion and his pensive pout. He was flawless, an object worth beholding —

'Hey, idiot! You admiring yourself in that mirror again?' Ron scolded, clutching a can of spray paint and a wand.

Draco hid the mirror in a fluster. 'Wh-What are you talking about?' he stammered, smoothing out his 'perfect' hair. He had taken up the weird habit as of late.

'You're wasting time,' grunted Syaoran as he expertly climbed the tree. 'We have to get this over with before everyone wakes up. You have the rope, right?' He finally reached the highest branch and crouched to stare down at them.

Draco stared in silence for a moment before finally responding. 'Oh … I forgot it inside.'

With two groans from Syaoran and Ron, Draco hurried back inside.

Meiling took a sip of her green tea, when she heard a slam. Alarmed, she turned towards the entrance to find Draco, his clothes stained and dirty. She was about to ask him why he was so unkempt when her cousin and the redhead appeared behind him. Their smudged faces turned from giddiness to anxiousness. They grinned nervously, their arms folded tightly behind their backs. It seemed rather suspicious, as they weren't generally 'messy' guys.

'Oh, Meiling,' Draco began, rolling his silver eyes to the ceiling. 'What're you doing up at this time?'

'I should ask you the same,' she said, quirking an eyebrow.

'Well, it's none of your business,' Ron said shrewdly and began tugging at Syaoran and Draco's shirtsleeves. 'Come on, let's go and celebrate.'

'Syaoran,' Meiling said in a warning tone, something she had learned from her aunt, Yelan. It always had the same affect on her cousin, who was reminded ominously of his mother. It was times like this that she had to wonder why she'd ever thought she'd cared for him more than a brother. Syaoran turned to her, looking uneasy.

'What have you been doing?'

'We've just … been gardening,' he answered.

'We have?' Ron asked thickly. Draco and Syaoran nudged him roughly, making him double over in pain.

'Don't mind him,' Draco said hastily. 'He's daft.'

'True,' Meiling sniffed. 'Well, continue on your way.' She regarded them once more, beadily, before turning back to finish her breakfast. They were just stupid.

Shortly, the others woke up and shuffled into the living room, sleepy-eyed and incoherent. Sakura mumbled her usual 'ohayo' between wake and sleep as she wandered to the television and clicked it on.

'This is crazy!' a reporter exclaimed, struggling with the sound of the helicopter that he rode in as it leaned precariously in the air. The scene changed to a hawk's view, encircling the white roof of an elegant mansion. Then the scene changed to a dolly-camera shot of a large cherry blossom tree, with a gigantic pair of underpants stretched out between the dark branches. On it was big sparkling letters, boldly reading, "I AM TRUNKS BRIEFS, THE PURPLE-HAIRED FREAK!" and beneath it was a poorly drawn rendition of Trunks.

'It actually appears to be giant underpants!'

'Yes, I can see that clearly!' said another reporter, standing in front of the tree, a microphone to his mouth. 'And as you can see, it's created quite a spectacle.'

There was a crowd of people around the reporter, peace-signing the camera, laughing and chattering excitedly about the sight in the tree.

Sakura sprang for the door. Everyone followed. It was all happening in their own front garden. The crowd and crew were there. They had to shield their eyes as a great wind blew about them, created from the helicopter that was attempting to land on the road in their street.

'Oh no! My garden!' Tomoyo cried, her dark hair flying behind her as she ran down into the thick of the crowd. 'Oh dear, I wish I had security. Oh, please no, you're trampling my flowers!' She had little effect on the crowd, and Hermione pulled her back so that she wouldn't get trodden on.

'This is private property!' Sakura yelled, waving her arms desperately. 'This is private property! Please go away!' But it was to no avail.

A reporter stood on the front lawn talking to an elderly neighbourhood man. The same one Trunks had seen outside smoking his cigarette days ago.

'Teenagers! Always up to no good! But those two girls were such nice girls. Always going to school and being nice and polite. But those boys came along and I don't know what's going on in this neighbourhood any more!'

Meiling wanted to scream, as all the boys were now roaring with laughter. So was Chibiusa. Meiling felt a surge of anger, that of the deepest loathing. Chibiusa must have done this!

Meiling couldn't take it any more. She walked up and struck Chibiusa hard across the cheek, leaving the pink-haired girl startled as she stormed towards the front door, left ajar in the rush.

Just as she entered, she bumped hard into someone's chest. She looked up to find Trunks, staring past her and out at the scene. His face was as pale as the stark sky they stood under. The crowd and reporters all stopped laughing at the tree and started advancing towards him, people pointing and shouting.

'Look! It's the guy on the underpants!'

'Whoa! Check out his hair!'

'Ha-ha! He really is a freak!

Taking matters into her own hands, Meiling forced an immobile Trunks back through the doorway and called out to the others.

'Just leave it! Everyone, get inside!'

They obeyed and scrambled inside, slamming the large door behind them just as the cameras began flashing. They tried to regain their bearings as they listened quietly to the banter and derision outside the house. They heard the roar of the helicopter above their heads.

'OK! Who is responsible for this!' Hermione cried shrilly, rounding on the boys already knowing the answer. 'How dare you!' She glowered at Syaoran and Draco. 'I didn't think you could be this immature!' Then she peered at Harry. 'And … least of all, you.' From all the stress, her eyes welled with tears as she glared at Ron, screaming, 'How Ron? How could you do this to him? Do you know humiliating this is?'

They remained silent. Meiling fumed silently as Chibiusa rubbed her cheek gingerly. Tomoyo's arms were full of her ruined flowers, and she looked up at Harry despairingly. He looked away in shame, feeling as though he had lost her respect.

Chibiusa stared at Trunks, hard, as if expecting something from him. Possibly a sign of weakness. He glanced at her then quickly looked away with a mild blush.

Sakura breathed deeply and stared seriously at Trunks. 'Are you all right?'

Trunks was flabbergasted. Of course he wasn't! He had only been there for a short time and already the entire town was making fun of him. Never mind the fact that a super-sized pair of his briefs was on the public news!

Ron fixed a sympathetic stare on Trunks wanting to apologize, holding his hand out to grasp a shoulder.

But Trunks inched away, narrowing his eyes, shaking his head.

'Look,' he said with a tone unfathomable, 'I don't wanna hear it, OK?' He shook his head slowly and walked away.

'Well, I hope you're all happy,' Meiling muttered bitterly, glaring at Draco and her cousin before walking away, everyone silenced in her wake.

Syaoran trudged down the hallway. If it weren't for the fact that he was staying at Sakura's home, he would have gladly punched a hole in the drywall! He glared at his feet as he stumbled towards his room. He didn't know it would get this far.

From the beginning, Syaoran had dismissed the glaring fact that he was simply jealous of the new boy, envious of his good looks and the high regard that the girls – that Sakura – had for him. But Trunks had never been a threat, he realised guiltily. Syaoran suddenly felt a rush of fear, as he realised that those old negative feelings were seeping back, settling heavily about his shoulders like a shadow. He was a bad person.

He looked up blearily to find the door open. He found Trunks inside, sitting at the edge of his bed looking deflated as he stared hard at the window, the curtains drawn so that it was partially dark. He could still faintly hear the helicopter hovering above them and the sounds of people nattering outside. Quietly, he entered and thought about what he was going to say.

'Trunks, I –'

'Well, it's obvious you really don't want me here,' Trunks said quietly, not looking at him. 'Maybe I should just go. Do you want me to give you back this badge before I do?' He held out the badge, the sun upon its centre blazing as though with emphasis.

Syaoran gasped. 'No!'

Trunks glanced at him distrustfully. 'Why? Because I am the source of your insults? Why should I stay and put up with that sort of treatment? Answer me that.'

Syaoran remained standing in the middle of the room, staring at Trunks with widened eyes, his mind reeling.

'You just can't go. I … I'm sorry for the way I've been acting.' He ran a hand distractedly through his hair and swallowed against a dry throat. 'I'm really, really sorry.'

'No one is ever sorry until they go too far.' Trunks stared at him fully, his eyes narrowed. 'But you've really got no idea, do you?' he snapped. 'You have absolutely no damned idea.' He stood up roughly and walked forward. 'First, it's the hair, it's the looks, it's the striking difference, but it's never who I truly am!' He stopped before Syaoran, his jaw set, equate with his tone. 'No one judges me simply for who I am.'

'I understand,' Syaoran said quietly. Both boys were equal in height, and they stared at each other in silence.

'No,' Trunks uttered, shaking his head, 'you don't.' He walked back and sat on the end of the bed, facing the curtained window. 'Just leave.'

Syaoran stared disparagingly at his back.

Years ago as a student at Hogwarts, he was sorted into Slytherin House. He loathed that placement. After all, he felt he never belonged in that category. Yet, at the end of the day, he had acted like the worst of Slytherin House. He was no better than Draco. Most of all, Syaoran knew what it felt like to be bullied. His last year at Hogwarts, he was ostracised by the school because of a crime he didn't commit and because he dared to be different. It was pure hell—and yet here he was putting someone through it needlessly.

Dejected, Syaoran turned and closed the door quietly behind him. He swiftly kicked up the hall rug. He wasn't going to let jealousy drive him to do stupid things again. It just made everyone miserable.

Chibiusa sat on the toilet seat, staring blurringly at her lap. Her cheek still stung and she continued to rub it until the skin had become raw. She didn't understand the pain she felt. Was she guilty for laughing? Was it Meiling's slap that had woken her from her derisiveness? She didn't know. But all she knew was that she felt miserable. Everyone had been too wound up to notice that she had been struck. She felt a burning dislike for Meiling, who almost insultingly had her mother's hairstyle.

She took out her Crystal Bell. 'Pegasus …' she murmured. The bell glowed and an ethereal voice responded in a soft, comforting whisper. Chibiusa smiled tearfully and hugged it close to her heart. Sometimes she realised how vulnerable she really was. It didn't matter if she was over 1000 years of age, and although she'd finally grown into a young woman, she was still a child inside. 'Please stay with me, Elios,' she pleaded softly. He wasn't going anywhere.

The underpants incident was aired all over television for the next three days. It also made the rounds as parodies and memes on the Internet. Trunks still felt rather distanced, but the girls (except Chibiusa) tried hard to keep his company and comfort him. The boys on the other hand had agreed to restrain themselves and be more accepting towards him. This had actually proved to be more difficult than they originally thought. However, during that time they'd all kept rather quiet, talking about visiting the school once the media had died down. It was finally September and they needed to know how the others could attend there.

They travelled on the bus early in the morning, and arrived at school just around seven. Ron, Draco, Harry and Trunks stared in amazement at the school building. It was an elegant building of white and pewter, blending into the sky. It was a 'Muggle school'. As they entered, they were amazed by the vast differences of the interiors. There were no dank corridors or dormitories, but there were linoleum floors and lockers.

Trunks had never been inside a normal school, because he'd been home-schooled by his mother, Bulma, who coordinated between inventing and tutoring. They met with the principal to discuss attendance.

The principal, Suzuki-sensei, was a medium-height man who wore a pressed grey suit, had high cheekbones and a neatly trimmed moustache, which he stroked absently as he spoke.

'It would be a pleasure to have you at our school …' he said carefully from his red plush armchair eyeing the boy with the double-underwear name, who shrank in his own plastic chair. 'However, you'll need to fill out an entrance form and exam. And, seeing as most of you have never actually attended school, we really need to be conscious about where to put you.'

This wasn't particularly comforting, but if Tomoyo could get over her flower garden, then the lot of them could surely get over the apprehension and succeed.

'This dress-code is rather poor,' Draco muttered to Syaoran, who looked at him dully. They'd been given a sample of the school uniform and the curriculum, which Ron pored over with interest.

'If it isn't velvet and silk, it's considered poorly by a Malfoy,' Harry derided, to which Ron laughed, looking up from the sample timesheet.

Draco sniffed indignantly.

'I really hope I pass,' Trunks muttered to Tomoyo, who walked beside him.

She cocked her head. 'You'll surely get in. You're rather bright.'

Trunks sighed. 'I guess …'

'Eeee! Ohayo Daidouji-sama, my queen, divinity, air, water and existence!'

Suddenly a boy with violent blue hair and swirly glasses popped up before them as they exited the office. He came before Tomoyo and praised her in a lispy, nasal voice. 'Oh, how lifted is the consecration of the gods to ever have created such a phenomenal jewel as you! You are all existence's immaculate conception! Oh, how I worship thee!'

'Kamenosuke,' Tomoyo greeted him politely, but uncertainly. The boy clutched her hands hungrily. Tomoyo began looking uncomfortable and tried withdrawing them. 'Um, please let go …'

'Hey,' Harry said, coming forward and quickly bringing an arm defensively around Tomoyo's shoulders. 'Don't touch her.'

The boy recoiled, adjusting his glasses. 'Who're you, oh be-speckled brethren?'

Harry maintained a calm composure, his arm still around Tomoyo. 'I'm, um, her boyfriend.'

Tomoyo looked up at Harry with a surprised expression. He blushed deeply and continued, 'I just … don't think you should get too close.'

The boy looked affronted, and everyone felt highly disturbed as he resounded a nasal 'Eeee' of a battle cry. 'Alas, I have met my equivalent! I shall proclaim the obstinate ambition which is to court the fair Daidouji-sama, of which no other could deserve in this duration of existence.' With that, he hurtled away, appearing to have been Jelly-Leg Jinxed.

Harry quickly withdrew his arm from Tomoyo and looked away. Tomoyo appeared to be both relieved and sad.

'Who the hell was that?' Ron asked, bewildered.

'Sanrio Kamenosuke,' Sakura said, her eyebrows raised. 'He's Tomoyo's most avid fan.'

'Ah, I see,' Ron muttered uncertainly.

Draco stared after Sanrio in befuddlement. 'Am I the only one who did not understand a single word he said?'

Hermione shook her head in awe. 'No. Even I don't get him.'

Pretending none of it had happened, they walked forward into the locker rooms where they found Takashi, stowing belongings away in his locker. He slammed the locker shut and looked up at them with a mischievous smile.

'Hey, there's some familiar faces!'

'Yamazaki?' they all exclaimed at once, with the exception of the puzzled Trunks and Chibiusa.

Takashi came over excitedly, and shook their hands ecstatically. 'Wow … I remember you guys … Poofter (that is your name right?), The Guy with the Ring, Pin Ball … Blondie …' Takashi's paused upon Trunks and Chibiusa.

Trunks glanced at the others helplessly and Chibiusa rubbed her arm shyly.

'I don't believe we've … met …' Takashi said looking at them curiously, his partially closed eyes glued to their hair.

'This is Trunks Briefs and Chiba-Tsukino Usagi, or rather, Chibiusa!' Sakura introduced them.

Takashi nodded and grinned at them amusingly. 'Ah … Boxer-Boy and Mini-Bunny!' he proclaimed, as if bestowing them with knighthoods. 'Hey, I'm Yamazaki Takashi, ex-class president.'

'Ooh! You have a position for class president!' Hermione said excitedly. 'I must run for that …'

'Takashi!' a girl called, appearing at Takashi's side from around the hall. Her hair was fastened into two thick braids and she smiled girlishly. 'Sakura!' she squealed and hugged both Sakura and Tomoyo. 'Tomoyo! It's been so long!'

Sakura hugged her back and then introduced the others. 'This is my boyfriend, Syaoran, and these are my friends from my old boarding school in Britain.'

Chiharu grinned gleefully, shaking their hands joyfully much like Takashi had minutes before. She paused abruptly once she saw Trunks and Chibiusa. 'Wow,' she said quietly. 'You don't seem local. Are you guys from Britain, too?'

Trunks and Chibiusa exchanged nervous looks and then looked back at Chiharu with a loss of words.

'Oh!' Sakura interrupted quickly. 'Chibiusa is from Tokyo. Trunks is from … Osaka!'

Chiharu nodded understandably, but seemed confused at the bizarre names. Soon afterwards, they were invited over to their table in the cafeteria, where they were introduced to about seven others, including Rika and Naoko. Rika was a pretty girl with chestnut hair framing her face and Naoko had short hair and round spectacles. Takashi made well to introduce Ron, Syaoran, Draco, Harry and Trunks to the three boys at the table. Soon there was a lively conversation concerning the school, the teachers, the extracurricular school activities and clubs. Takashi noticed Trunks, Draco and Ron looking rather estranged.

'So,' he began, a smirk creeping on his face, 'never been to a normal school, huh?'

The three exchanged looks of terror. Did he know about the magic? Did he suspect?

'Well, I mean a Japanese school that isn't a boarding school. Don't worry. Sakura told me all about it. With my advice, you'll fit right in. Well … except the accent thing. But don't worry, no one will really notice. Hopefully.'

Draco raised an eyebrow at this. 'Accent thing?'

Takashi nodded zealously. 'Yes, you see, here at Seijou, people with foreign accents are considered total social outcasts. Why, people may also beat you with metal rods because of your poor Japanese.'

Ron looked absolutely petrified, while Draco remained sceptical. He was not the least bit afraid of mere Muggles. He had his wand on him. Let them attack. He was ready.

Takashi took a sip from a brightly-coloured metal can of something and then grinned at Trunks. He grabbed another can from the centre of the table and handed it to him.

'Thanks,' Trunks muttered, taking a taste of it.

'So, Osaka,' he began evilly, 'have you been to school?'

Trunks shook his head edgily. 'Home schooled.'

Takashi gave a look of disbelief. This would normally be an impossible expression to convey with closed eyes, but somehow, Takashi found a way.

'Well, high school is fun. You learn a lot and you get to meet new people. It's great. Well aside from the …' he gulped, looked around and then whispered, 'the lockers.'

Harry, Ron, Syaoran and Draco, immediately glanced over and began listening in on the conversation.

'The lockers?' Trunks asked, staring straight at him.

'Yes. Well, you know. The things you store stuff in,' Takashi said as he took another sip out of his can.

'I know what a locker is but I meant, what about them?' Trunks persisted.

'Oh that.' Takashi stopped drinking, placed the can on the table and looked at them seriously. 'Well, I shouldn't be telling you this …' he said, lowering his voice. 'But legend has it that an evil wizard cursed this school long ago. He had many loyal followers who worked together with him to obstruct justice and rebel against the administration.'

Harry immediately nudged Ron who gave him a knowing glance. Voldemort?

'One day a good wizard came along and banished him to Hell. He all but succeeded in eliminating the evil wizard entirely. Now he and his followers haunt this school to this very day … as demons.'

Ron nearly jumped out of his seat and Syaoran's eyes seemed to pop. Takashi took a dramatic swig of his drink and then continued, 'Oh yes. It's true. They, you know, dwell in the lockers of unsuspecting victims. Then you open it to get your textbooks, maybe your lunch, and when you least expect it … WHAM!'

Ron suddenly let out a yelp and Trunks subconsciously crushed the can in his hand, allowing all of its sticky contents to burst out onto the table. Chiharu and the other girls looked over suddenly, at the soaked Trunks and then at Takashi casually sipping his own drink. Chiharu ambled over bitterly and smacked him in the back of the head. Takashi immediately choked.

'He's lying,' she sighed, giving him a distasteful look. 'He does this all the time.'

Takashi cleared his throat then chuckled. 'Yeah, I am … but I had you guys going, didn't I?'

The guys stared at him anxiously before, fidgeting awkwardly and rubbing the backs of their heads.

'Yes, well, I knew that he's was lying the whole time,' Draco said pompously. 'Rubbish. Locker demons.'

Ron stared at Draco with a look of caution. 'Quiet! They'll … beat you with rods if you talk like that!'

Chiharu looked at him with astonishment. 'What? No, that's not true! TAKASHI!' She then proceeded to strangle Takashi at the neck, while he laughed with mirth, as if he were used to it. Perhaps—even enjoying it?

Trunks sighed and dabbed the spilt drink with paper towels. The girls giggled and cooed, and he was certain some of them had been staring at him for a disturbingly prolonged period of time. He prayed they hadn't watched the news.

After the slight scuffle, they were all pleasantly chatting once again. Soon they were exchanging timetables and discussing courses, both vocational and academic. Meiling had been rambling on to Chiharu and the others with how worried she was about the Languages class when suddenly all the girls (besides Hermione, Meiling and Chibiusa) went completely silent and their eyes fell upon someone who entered the room. There stood a short girl. She had a large, picture-perfect smile, large hazel eyes and long curly blonde hair falling just below her shoulders. She was the epitome of cute.

Chiharu rolled her eyes. 'It's her.'

Ron and Draco gawked at her, but were kicked roughly by Hermione and Meiling from under the table.

The girl smiled gleefully, waving before skipping over to them.

'Hey everyone!' she said in a voice so sugary, it could have caused cavities, tooth decay and inevitably diabetes.

'Oh hello, Daffodil,' Sakura giggled nervously. 'How are you today?'

'Peachy!' she replied over-eccentrically, flashing a pearlescent smile. 'Hope to see you girls continue on the team this year. Cheering isn't the same without you!'

Sakura smiled awkwardly as Chiharu glared reproachfully.

'Oh, we'll be there!' Naoko replied, giving a peace sign gesture.

Daffodil smiled before passing an eye over Trunks. Her eyes widened in amazement. 'Wah! Cute! New?'

Trunks blushed slightly and stared down at his hands. 'Yeah.'

Suavely, Daffodil handed him a piece of paper and winked. 'Hey, call me. They can use guys like you on the American football team.'

And then she was off, with another wink and a peace gesture, like Naoko's.

Trunks looked down at the paper, realising that it was pink, with a scatter of glitter and a sweet perfume. Daffodil seemed nice.

Chiharu turned on Trunks with a scowl. 'You're not going to actually call her, are you?'

Trunks looked at her suddenly, and then his eyes darted between her and Chibiusa.

'Of course not!' he replied, hoping Chibiusa had heard him, but she didn't give him the least bit notice.

Suddenly one of the guys, Sumi Gachou, spoke up. 'Whoa! You got Daffodil's phone number!'

'Wow!' another, Fondu Tapioka, exclaimed. 'She never gives it out to just anyone!'

'Hmph!' Chiharu shook her head. 'Hana Daffodil. That girl's got some nerve.'

'What's wrong with her?' Hermione asked curiously.

'Nothing! That's just it!' Naoko exclaimed dejectedly. 'She's cute, adorable, cheerful and popular.'

'And she's a complete airhead outside of school,' Rika mentioned quietly, surprising everyone because she hadn't spoken much. 'But somehow, she manages to get good grades in just about everything.'

'The Phenomenal Blonde Complex,' Naoko said, smiling jadedly.

'Everyone just loves sweet little Daffodil—she's in choir, head cheerleader, top in all classes except maybe Math … but that's okay because all the boys just love Daffi-chan!' Chiharu began in an irritable tone, as if repeating something she had heard someone else say. 'Just being friends with her gets you in. With the in-crowd, that is.'

Chibiusa and Meiling's heads shot up, their eyes, starry and wide. 'The … in-crowd?'

Sakura and Tomoyo hurried to their homeroom as the others went to their special room with 'freshmen' to take their entrance exam, which involved excerpts of Japanese, Mathematics, Science, Social Studies and English.

Chibiusa passed in everything with ease, except didn't do entirely well in Japanese. Hermione didn't do very well in Japanese and Social Studies. Syaoran was wonderful with everything but written Japanese, as he confused it with Chinese, and Social Studies. Meiling blew Languages pretty badly. Harry did amazingly well except in Japanese and Social Studies. Ron and Draco barely passed anything, but cheated (using the Translatus Charm) to pass Japanese when no one was looking.

Trunks was fairly confident in everything, but was notified that he did horribly in one of them. While the others were sorted into their classes and were allowed to leave for the day, he was left behind to go see the school counsellor.

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