Hahah! ^_^ I'm actually updating withing a week of my last chapter! It's amazing! LOL! Bevier isn't mine, which is a shame.

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"I've found a way for me to accompany you to school!" Bevier repeated.

I blinked up at him.

Oh no...why do I have a bad feeling about this?

"But...how?" I asked, puzzled.

"Well," Bevier led me to the living room and sat me down.

...this is not good....

"I don't want you to be scared by this, but, well, my order of knights are taught magic."

He looked down at me concerned, as if expecting me to swoon in shock.

...that was it?

"Oh. That all?"

Now it was Bevier's turn to be puzzled.

"But you have no magic here, I know that much of your culture. Aren't you even a little shocked?" he said confusedly.

Oh yeah...he doesn't know about the books...

I had decided that it wouldn't be a good idea to tell the knight that parts of his life were written in detail and sold as fiction. It might have scared him. I had hidden the books inside my underwear drawer, figuring that that was the least likely place Bevier would ever dream of exploring.

"Well, there are lots of books with stories about magic in them," I hazarded, "And as your from another world I guess it isn't so strange..."

"Maybe.." he looked at me a little suspiciously, but his expression cleared when I changed the subject.

"So what were you saying about coming to school with me?"

"Ah, yes! There is a certain spell that I..uh..remembered....last night which will enable me to establish a connection between our minds therefore allowing me to experience what you do. I would prefer to accompany you in person, but this way there will be no obvious breach of ettiquette.", he suddenly looked a little uncomfortable, "Unless, of course, you do not agree..."

Oh good, I was worried he had been employed as a teacher or something.

(AN: o.o that would have been...odd...)

"Yeah, okay." I said. He looked relieved.

"Right," he placed a hand on either side of my head, took a breath, and started to speak. Then the taxi beeped its horn outside.

I moved to go but Bevier stopped me. "It will only take a minute" he pleaded, before beginning to murmur in a low voice which sent a shiver from the back of my neck down my spine and back up again. A dizziness built up inside of my skull as the sound of his voice grew a little louder. Then he stopped and my head suddenly felt twice as heavy as normal.

"Marjory!" my Dad was in the kitchen, "That's the taxi for you!"

"Uhh...coming!" I called back faintly.

"You go to school, I'll find a way out." Bevier assured me as he helped me to stand up. I nodded and exited the house.

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Walking up the drive my head stopped feeling so heavy and I felt more normal, but when I got in the taxi I felt a strange ripple inside. Fear? I'm not afraid of cars! It's Bevier who doesn't like.....damn...this is not good. Not good at all.

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Okay, so I had Bevier inside my head. That wasn't really what I had expected. It wouldn't have been too bad if it weren't for the fact that his feelings seemed to be affecting mine. Suddenly him being employed as a teacher didn't seem quite such a bad idea. (AN: Hmm..what a great fanfic idea...kidding! o.o)

The bus journey there was uneventful, as Alistair had stayed up even later than usual the night before reading Harry Potter. It all started when we reached school.

Okay, it didn't start as soon as we reached school, more like when the first bell rang. Alistair and I were walking down the steps towards the milling area where we line up, when I tripped. This of course, being the riot of the millenium to the very tall and very dangerous looking ned nearby, who started guffawing. Now, my normal behaviour would be to walk away and then mutter something insulting about his intelligence out of ear-shot. But then I don't normally have a chivalrous medieaval zealot inside my head.

I stalked up to him, and narrowed my eyes.

"You craven, base-born, cringing curr!" I spat furiously, "Are thy manners so small that thou wouldst poke fun at one fairer and better than yourself!"

He smirked at me and I suddenly realised how very much bigger he was than myself.

"Who're you talkin' tae?"

Oh God! I don't want to die! I'm too young!

"Isn't it obvious? Even a witless donkey like yourself should know I am addressing you! You drag what little honour your forefathers gained through the muck you cowardly dog!"

The ned's friends were just about killing themselves laughing and, in that irritating way, were mockingly repeating snatches of Bevier's angry scolding and sniggering.

"Forefathers! Pure state o' that!"

"This bitch is pure mental, by the way!"

I stood with my fists clenched and glared up at the ned who had joined in the laughter. Then he stopped and sneered contemtuously down.

"Are you wantin' battered or somthin'?

Oh my God! That guy is in fifth year at least! I'm going to die! This is it! Goodbye cruel world!

"So you would be cowardly enough to assault a female! You piece of lowborn scum!"

I spat on the ground in front of him.

"Marjory!" hissed a nervous Alistair from behind, "What the fuck are you doing?!"

The ned got up off the table he had been leaning on (Making him even taller!) and sauntered up until we were eye-to-eye (Or should that be eye-to-chest? o.o) then he looked down at me unblinkingly.

"Ya freak!"

I glared right back up at him and we stood like that for a few seconds, until the second bell rang. Then I turned my back on him and walked away rigid with supressed fury. It was then I realised that practically the entire school had stood and watched me berate one of the biggest thugs in the building, maybe even the surrounding area, and that says a lot.

I managed to retain my steady pace until I turned the corner, then, as Bevier gave me control of myself again, I took off practically squealing in terror.

"Oh my God!" I moaned, clutching my head.

Why am I still alive? It's a miracle! Rejoice, people! Halleluiah! Thank you God!

"Marjory..." I looked to see John and a group of others in my year. There was silence, then they all burst into a riotous applause.

"That was amazing!"

"He was huge!"

"Weren't you scared?"

"You're really scary when you're angry! Did you know that?"

"It was like you were a different person!"

"Yeah, you're usually a fucking doormat!"

That last lovely statement was made by Alistair. Said like a true friend, you know? When we were on the way to registration and there was no-one talking to me, I had the time to relay a horrified thought to Bevier.

Why did you do that!?!? I could have died!

His answer was still full of pent up fury.

How DARE he treat you like that! He had no right!

What if he had attacked me!?

He wouldn't have, he's a coward!

I was happy to ignore him!

You shouldn't HAVE to ignore him! That's what having a knight protector is about!

Well-

I was pulled out of the conversation with the voices in my head (LOL that sounds so wrong) as I entered registration. I sat down in my usual seat and David Armour immediately spun around to face me.

"You pure shou'ed at Big Deansey!"

Big Deansey? That's the Villians name? I shall have to remember that...

"NO!"

From the shocked silence I realised that I had shouted out loud.

"But yeh did! Ah saw yeh! Yeh were shou'in' aw this mad crap aboot honour an' shit."

"Oh, oh yeah, him. Is his name Big Deansey, I thought you were talking about someone else." I said quickly. David looked puzzled.

"You know two Big Deanseys? Big Deansey won't like that... Tae o' him...."

There are two of him?

A thoughtful silence.

I shall have to use my sword....

...What!? NO! Don't! Leave it! Just! Leave! It!

He has to pay!

No! He doesn't! Leave it! It's fine!

No it's not! Your honour must be upholded!!

WHAT'S THE USE OF UPHOLDING MY HONOUR WHEN I'M SPLATTERED ACROSS THE GROUND!?

Bevier sounded offended.

I'm not asking you to be part of it. You are a lady.

I slammed my head off the desk in front of me.

"Why me?" I moaned.

David Armour looked confused.

".....Are yew feelin' awrigh'?"

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Hurrah! ^_^ Go Bevier! Oh, by the way, a "ned" is a term for probably the greater part of my school. It stands for Non Educated Delinquent. Also, if you're having trouble with the accents tell me and I'll type normally. One thing I coudn't put in was how nobody seems to pronounce the ts. As in "Ba'ered" rather than "battered" so you'll just need to pretend it. ^^;; I know the neddish accent is dumb, but it's so funny to listen to! LOL! Review, my bonny lads and lassies!