The Trouble With People
Disclaimer: HP Doesn't belong to me! DUH!
Summery: Adelaide and Roux are two teens that don't have any direction in their lives, until they both end up exchanging at Hogwarts. Will the culture shock show them what they want? Or will they just end up wanting each other?
Chapter 1
"Adelaide Monroe this time you have gone too far! TOO FAR!" Adelaide's Transfiguration teacher screamed at her. "Not only is this vandalism, it's...it's...so many things I don't even know what it is!"
Adelaide stared around the familiar halls of Torlindoil Academy, which was an all girl Witching academy that was entirely underground, with the exception of the Quidditch field. It remained in the center of a vast Arizona desert, and it was much cooler that above the surface. She was being pulled strongly by her arm, and Adelaide was used to the whole drill. Go see the headmaster, receive detention, maybe a Quidditch suspension or whatever.
Adelaide had in fact, never been more happy with the product of her spell. The rivalry between the four school's houses (North, South, East, and West named from their location for the Mess Hall) had recently been escalating, and Adelaide was in South. They were supposed to have a Quidditch match the following week, and already the excitement was beginning to boil. South was playing West for the inter-house Quidditch Cup. Adelaide was an outstanding beater, and for practice reasons she possessed a pair of her own bludgers. She had taken her own two bludgers, wrote "West" on one, and "Sucks" on the other. With a lot of outstanding patience, and the help of an invisibility spell, she had found the password for the West common room. It just so happened West was having a house assembly in their assembly hall that morning, and everyone had to be in attendance. It was then she chose to execute her plan.
She snuck in the moment the assembly started, lugging her bludgers in their own special box. The held her wand out, and spoke the expertly chosen spell, "Engorgio." At once the bludgers grew, and the "West Sucks" brand was more clear and sparkling. It was then she set them free in the common room, and when she made her escape. At the end of the hour, West had come back to a common room, and not to mention dorms, of utter destruction.
"You may has well have let one of those Muggle bombs off in there, we'd have been better off," Mrs. Chandelles yanked Adelaide back to reality (unfortunately by her beating arm), and Adelaide winced.
"I was just trying to spice up the competition," Adelaide complained, although she knew it was absolute bullshit. The truth was a bunch of the West students had cursed her Firebolt at practice and it had refused to let her ride it, and it was turned to the equivalence of a bucking bronco, and they had been in stitches over it. Yet they had gotten away clean. There was no "clear" evidence that they were to blame. The fact they were crying from their laugh at her might have been one.
But that's always the way it was for Adelaide. Ever since she'd gone to this school she'd been an object of ridicule. After her first test (which she aced at over 100%) everyone had cuddled up to her and been real buddy buddy, looking for answers. They had her cheat, and do their homework, and being stupid Adelaide had thought this was how they showed their friendship. It was when one of her few real friends pointed out they were using her it became clear. Adelaide had promptly stopped supplying their answers, and they promptly stopped being her friend. And of course, resorted to dissecting as much of her dignity as possible. Her only response to this was dying her hair black blue, piercing a few things, and sulking a lot.
It was also possible her new appearance provoked the attacks even more. It was rather shocking for even a witch and wizard school. Muggles would have called her a "punk". She wasn't unattractive at all. She was petite, but strong (very muscular). Her teeth were straight and white (despite her attractive tongue piercing), and her nose turned up pleasantly at the end (it too, was decorated with a small stud). Each of her perfect ears was pierced six times. Her school uniforms were often decorated with safety pins and buttons, and to top it off her black-blue hair was often worn in spiky twists and buns.
So not only was she smart, and looked a lot different, she wasn't too outgoing, so she only had two close friends, and it had taken her years to ascertain them (Names Rose and Willa, two sisters who were coincidently her neighbors). She took many advanced classes, and didn't get to hang out with her friends very much. This is why she resorted to playing pranks; so someone might notice her.
"Wait until the Headmistress hears this," She performed the rather bizarre knocking ritual required to get into the Headmistress's office. "The only reason she hasn't expelled you yet is because you're too damn smart for your own good!"
The rapping stopped and the ritual was complete, and the door obediently swung open. They began the long walk down the corridor, and the door snapped shut behind them. At last they came to a door, and Mrs. Chandelles stroked the door with her long, manicured, nail, and the door clicked open. The Headmistress, Ms. Silo, smiled warmly. "Ah, I've been expecting you."
She pushed away a crystal ball, and gestured for Adelaide to sit. "I can take it from here, Mrs. Chandelles."
Mrs. Chandelles shot Adelaide a horrid look (She was the head of West house), before she exited quietly. Ms. Silo looked at Adelaide, and Adelaide was shocked to see pain in her pretty green eyes. Ms. Silo was only 23 (very young for a headmistress), and she was very pretty. She had straight orange hair (highlighted very neatly with blonde), and pretty almond shaped green eyes. "Adelaide, you've been here so many times."
It wasn't untrue.
"I was hoping that at least one of our punishments would get through to you!" Ms. Silo shook her head. "Your strengths have so much going for you. You're smart, and you play Quidditch with the best of them."
The pause began to make Adelaide nervous, and she shuffled her feet. Suddenly, letting loose a couple of bludgers didn't seem that funny anymore.
"You've disappointed all of us quite a bit. We were hoping that you'd be able to continue on here in peace after that last escapade with the...ahh....fireworks," Adelaide thought that Ms. Silo might smile here, because Adelaide knew for a fact that she'd found the whole plot of stuffing Mr. Tailor's private toilet filled with wet-start fireworks quite comical. But surprisingly, Ms. Silo's face remained stern and authoritive. "We don't want to expel you Adelaide, because you have a bright future."
At the mention of being expelled, Adelaide flinched. She gulped down the saliva that was collecting in her mouth, and she nodded her head to concur with Ms. Silo.
"So, we've taken one of the most drastic measure we can take without expelling you," Ms. Silo handed her a cream white envelope. "The teachers need a break sometime. That envelope is a copy of something I've already sent. You may open it."
With shaking hands, Adelaide silently opened the envelope, and read the letter inside. With more and more dread, she neared the bottom.
DEAR Albus Dumbledore,
We have a student at our school that is in dire need of straightening out. We are aware that it is hard for her to get along, but the problems she has been causing to spite others are getting out of control. Today, she wrecked an entire house at our academy.
Normally, we would expel such a troublemaking student, but Adelaide Sarie Monroe is an exception to all rules. Despite her certain disregard for school (and dress code) rules, she is an outstandingly bright student. To expel her from any academy would be to rob the world of a bright young girl that would be an incredible asset to the magical world.
That is why I am writing to you today. I am pleading with you to take Adelaide off our hands for a year. We think that being in a new environment would provide her with a good lesson in life, and perhaps she could change some of her ways. Outstanding or not, we are tired of her antics and are desperate for any solution to our problems. We'd like your permission for her to attend your academy for one year.
We understand that no one in their right mind would just take her up right off the bat, so we are enclosing some grades of hers, and her quidditch record. Not to mention, we insist she spend Friday nights in detention throughout the whole year. Although everything is your call, we hope you'll consider taking on this challenge.
Sincerely,
Ms. Lily Silo Headmistress of Torlindoil Academy, Based in AZ, USA
Adelaide looked at the letter again, trying to hold back the tears that were pushing at her eyelids, and clogging her throat. She put the letter down, and suddenly she felt the worst she had in years.
"You can't send me. You just can't. You don't understand, you don't know how I act. People...People! The trouble with people is..." Adelaide trailed off. Another new beginning, she didn't know if she could handle it. It frightened her so much, the tears escaped. "I'm sorry, I just...I can't...scared...and....anything! Anything but this, or being expelled! I'll clean the whole mess myself! I'll...I'll..."
"It's rather this or expulsion, I'm sorry it has come to this. But you did bring it upon yourself," Ms. Silo took Adelaide in her arms. "I understand it's hard making friends, but you've got to try. We think the experience will help straighten you out."
"If you think this is going to straighten me out..." Suddenly, Adelaide turned angry and defiant. She violently pushed Ms. Silo away. "I'll destroy the whole school! I'll do everything I've ever done in this BUILDING in one DAY over there!"
"We don't even know if you're going yet!" Ms. Silo let go, and spoke in a hurt voice. "If Albus says no, and you don't go, we'll have no choice but to expel you."
"But...but..." The roar of Ms. Silo's fire starting interrupted Adelaide's pleas. Sitting in her fireplace, was the head of Albus Dumbledore.
"Ah, this must be Adelaide," Dumbledore smiled, and nodded his head. Adelaide returned the gesture, relaxing a little. "Your letter was sent with such urgency, you pressing a portkey on that poor owl."
Ms. Silo smiled nervously, and secretly wondered if her owl had any trouble with the travel.
"Anyhow, I thought I'd better answer right away," Dumbledore shifted his gaze from Ms. Silo to Adelaide, and he looked straight into her eyes. "I have plans for you. I don't think a detention every Friday will be necessary. All campus activities are open to her. And all that means of course we'll accept her."
With that, Dumbledore's head disappeared into thin air, and Adelaide got a hold of her tears. "Now what?"
"You can finish the year as you would any other. You can play in the quidditch match next week. But you will go to Hogwarts for your sixth year," Ms. Silo turned her back, and Adelaide knew it was time to leave.
A/N: So what do you all think? I really enjoyed writing it...but did you enjoy reading it? Be nice with your reviews, it's my first HP fic!
Disclaimer: HP Doesn't belong to me! DUH!
Summery: Adelaide and Roux are two teens that don't have any direction in their lives, until they both end up exchanging at Hogwarts. Will the culture shock show them what they want? Or will they just end up wanting each other?
Chapter 1
"Adelaide Monroe this time you have gone too far! TOO FAR!" Adelaide's Transfiguration teacher screamed at her. "Not only is this vandalism, it's...it's...so many things I don't even know what it is!"
Adelaide stared around the familiar halls of Torlindoil Academy, which was an all girl Witching academy that was entirely underground, with the exception of the Quidditch field. It remained in the center of a vast Arizona desert, and it was much cooler that above the surface. She was being pulled strongly by her arm, and Adelaide was used to the whole drill. Go see the headmaster, receive detention, maybe a Quidditch suspension or whatever.
Adelaide had in fact, never been more happy with the product of her spell. The rivalry between the four school's houses (North, South, East, and West named from their location for the Mess Hall) had recently been escalating, and Adelaide was in South. They were supposed to have a Quidditch match the following week, and already the excitement was beginning to boil. South was playing West for the inter-house Quidditch Cup. Adelaide was an outstanding beater, and for practice reasons she possessed a pair of her own bludgers. She had taken her own two bludgers, wrote "West" on one, and "Sucks" on the other. With a lot of outstanding patience, and the help of an invisibility spell, she had found the password for the West common room. It just so happened West was having a house assembly in their assembly hall that morning, and everyone had to be in attendance. It was then she chose to execute her plan.
She snuck in the moment the assembly started, lugging her bludgers in their own special box. The held her wand out, and spoke the expertly chosen spell, "Engorgio." At once the bludgers grew, and the "West Sucks" brand was more clear and sparkling. It was then she set them free in the common room, and when she made her escape. At the end of the hour, West had come back to a common room, and not to mention dorms, of utter destruction.
"You may has well have let one of those Muggle bombs off in there, we'd have been better off," Mrs. Chandelles yanked Adelaide back to reality (unfortunately by her beating arm), and Adelaide winced.
"I was just trying to spice up the competition," Adelaide complained, although she knew it was absolute bullshit. The truth was a bunch of the West students had cursed her Firebolt at practice and it had refused to let her ride it, and it was turned to the equivalence of a bucking bronco, and they had been in stitches over it. Yet they had gotten away clean. There was no "clear" evidence that they were to blame. The fact they were crying from their laugh at her might have been one.
But that's always the way it was for Adelaide. Ever since she'd gone to this school she'd been an object of ridicule. After her first test (which she aced at over 100%) everyone had cuddled up to her and been real buddy buddy, looking for answers. They had her cheat, and do their homework, and being stupid Adelaide had thought this was how they showed their friendship. It was when one of her few real friends pointed out they were using her it became clear. Adelaide had promptly stopped supplying their answers, and they promptly stopped being her friend. And of course, resorted to dissecting as much of her dignity as possible. Her only response to this was dying her hair black blue, piercing a few things, and sulking a lot.
It was also possible her new appearance provoked the attacks even more. It was rather shocking for even a witch and wizard school. Muggles would have called her a "punk". She wasn't unattractive at all. She was petite, but strong (very muscular). Her teeth were straight and white (despite her attractive tongue piercing), and her nose turned up pleasantly at the end (it too, was decorated with a small stud). Each of her perfect ears was pierced six times. Her school uniforms were often decorated with safety pins and buttons, and to top it off her black-blue hair was often worn in spiky twists and buns.
So not only was she smart, and looked a lot different, she wasn't too outgoing, so she only had two close friends, and it had taken her years to ascertain them (Names Rose and Willa, two sisters who were coincidently her neighbors). She took many advanced classes, and didn't get to hang out with her friends very much. This is why she resorted to playing pranks; so someone might notice her.
"Wait until the Headmistress hears this," She performed the rather bizarre knocking ritual required to get into the Headmistress's office. "The only reason she hasn't expelled you yet is because you're too damn smart for your own good!"
The rapping stopped and the ritual was complete, and the door obediently swung open. They began the long walk down the corridor, and the door snapped shut behind them. At last they came to a door, and Mrs. Chandelles stroked the door with her long, manicured, nail, and the door clicked open. The Headmistress, Ms. Silo, smiled warmly. "Ah, I've been expecting you."
She pushed away a crystal ball, and gestured for Adelaide to sit. "I can take it from here, Mrs. Chandelles."
Mrs. Chandelles shot Adelaide a horrid look (She was the head of West house), before she exited quietly. Ms. Silo looked at Adelaide, and Adelaide was shocked to see pain in her pretty green eyes. Ms. Silo was only 23 (very young for a headmistress), and she was very pretty. She had straight orange hair (highlighted very neatly with blonde), and pretty almond shaped green eyes. "Adelaide, you've been here so many times."
It wasn't untrue.
"I was hoping that at least one of our punishments would get through to you!" Ms. Silo shook her head. "Your strengths have so much going for you. You're smart, and you play Quidditch with the best of them."
The pause began to make Adelaide nervous, and she shuffled her feet. Suddenly, letting loose a couple of bludgers didn't seem that funny anymore.
"You've disappointed all of us quite a bit. We were hoping that you'd be able to continue on here in peace after that last escapade with the...ahh....fireworks," Adelaide thought that Ms. Silo might smile here, because Adelaide knew for a fact that she'd found the whole plot of stuffing Mr. Tailor's private toilet filled with wet-start fireworks quite comical. But surprisingly, Ms. Silo's face remained stern and authoritive. "We don't want to expel you Adelaide, because you have a bright future."
At the mention of being expelled, Adelaide flinched. She gulped down the saliva that was collecting in her mouth, and she nodded her head to concur with Ms. Silo.
"So, we've taken one of the most drastic measure we can take without expelling you," Ms. Silo handed her a cream white envelope. "The teachers need a break sometime. That envelope is a copy of something I've already sent. You may open it."
With shaking hands, Adelaide silently opened the envelope, and read the letter inside. With more and more dread, she neared the bottom.
DEAR Albus Dumbledore,
We have a student at our school that is in dire need of straightening out. We are aware that it is hard for her to get along, but the problems she has been causing to spite others are getting out of control. Today, she wrecked an entire house at our academy.
Normally, we would expel such a troublemaking student, but Adelaide Sarie Monroe is an exception to all rules. Despite her certain disregard for school (and dress code) rules, she is an outstandingly bright student. To expel her from any academy would be to rob the world of a bright young girl that would be an incredible asset to the magical world.
That is why I am writing to you today. I am pleading with you to take Adelaide off our hands for a year. We think that being in a new environment would provide her with a good lesson in life, and perhaps she could change some of her ways. Outstanding or not, we are tired of her antics and are desperate for any solution to our problems. We'd like your permission for her to attend your academy for one year.
We understand that no one in their right mind would just take her up right off the bat, so we are enclosing some grades of hers, and her quidditch record. Not to mention, we insist she spend Friday nights in detention throughout the whole year. Although everything is your call, we hope you'll consider taking on this challenge.
Sincerely,
Ms. Lily Silo Headmistress of Torlindoil Academy, Based in AZ, USA
Adelaide looked at the letter again, trying to hold back the tears that were pushing at her eyelids, and clogging her throat. She put the letter down, and suddenly she felt the worst she had in years.
"You can't send me. You just can't. You don't understand, you don't know how I act. People...People! The trouble with people is..." Adelaide trailed off. Another new beginning, she didn't know if she could handle it. It frightened her so much, the tears escaped. "I'm sorry, I just...I can't...scared...and....anything! Anything but this, or being expelled! I'll clean the whole mess myself! I'll...I'll..."
"It's rather this or expulsion, I'm sorry it has come to this. But you did bring it upon yourself," Ms. Silo took Adelaide in her arms. "I understand it's hard making friends, but you've got to try. We think the experience will help straighten you out."
"If you think this is going to straighten me out..." Suddenly, Adelaide turned angry and defiant. She violently pushed Ms. Silo away. "I'll destroy the whole school! I'll do everything I've ever done in this BUILDING in one DAY over there!"
"We don't even know if you're going yet!" Ms. Silo let go, and spoke in a hurt voice. "If Albus says no, and you don't go, we'll have no choice but to expel you."
"But...but..." The roar of Ms. Silo's fire starting interrupted Adelaide's pleas. Sitting in her fireplace, was the head of Albus Dumbledore.
"Ah, this must be Adelaide," Dumbledore smiled, and nodded his head. Adelaide returned the gesture, relaxing a little. "Your letter was sent with such urgency, you pressing a portkey on that poor owl."
Ms. Silo smiled nervously, and secretly wondered if her owl had any trouble with the travel.
"Anyhow, I thought I'd better answer right away," Dumbledore shifted his gaze from Ms. Silo to Adelaide, and he looked straight into her eyes. "I have plans for you. I don't think a detention every Friday will be necessary. All campus activities are open to her. And all that means of course we'll accept her."
With that, Dumbledore's head disappeared into thin air, and Adelaide got a hold of her tears. "Now what?"
"You can finish the year as you would any other. You can play in the quidditch match next week. But you will go to Hogwarts for your sixth year," Ms. Silo turned her back, and Adelaide knew it was time to leave.
A/N: So what do you all think? I really enjoyed writing it...but did you enjoy reading it? Be nice with your reviews, it's my first HP fic!