Principle Edward Chaucer looked up after he finished reading over the papers on his desk. The sight that greeted him wasn't surprising. He folded his hands in front of him and eyed the two boys then the teacher. "What have they done now?" What did surprise him was that it wasn't the entire Wolf Pack. The Wolf Pack was a gang of sorts that Jamie and Will belonged too. It also included Mitchell 'Mich' Rothschild and his sister Frankie. Actually, it would more closely be described as a close knit group of friends that liked to have fun at the expense of most of the teaching stuff and half the student body. They got their name from identical wolf tattoo's that they all bore on their right arms. Several teachers took to calling them the wolf pack so they kept it.
Severus kept his face emotionless. "They got...mouthy with me. I wish them to be written up."
Chaucer sighed and shook his head. "What am I going to do with you two? I know you like to play the occasional prank but mouthing back to a teacher is very serious." He turned and pulled out one of his desk drawers and withdrew two files. He looked through both of them. After a few minutes he looked back up. "I'm going to have to call Doc Blair, boys. I'm sorry."
Ron frowned. "We didn't even do anything wrong, sir." He mumbled and glanced at his friend. "Don't go bothering Doc over this." He almost pleaded.
"He's not even in the country right now. This really isn't anything to call him home for. We'll accept any other form of punishment instead." Harry's eyes pleaded with the principle to consent.
Blinking, Snape listened to the boys almost hidden pleas. This was something to check into. He made a mental note to check into one Doc Blair.
The Principle was silent as he thought. "Alright. I think you're correct. This is nothing to call him home for. This is your last year and I know it's rather stressful, so I'll let you both off on a warning. But if I hear another complaint, I will have to call him. Where is here this time, anyways?" The man was curious. He knew that the boys guardian traveled a lot and he was always amazed by some of that places that he visited.
"England, sir. He's meeting with several new clients. After that he's flying to India where he'll be staying through Christmas." Harry replied, politely.
"He said that if we wanted, we could join him in India for Christmas." Ron said, quietly. They had traveled to several countries and seen amazing things since Doc Blair became their guardian, a few months after their arrival in America. He glanced down at his watch then back to the principle. "Do you think we could be excused. We're already late for Soccer practice."
Snape couldn't believe what he was hearing. The boys were only getting off with a warning. He sighed. At least his detention would hold up.
"Run along then." Chaucer said with a small smile. One the boys left, he turned his attention back to Snape. "It's been a long time, Severus. I was more than a little shocked to receive your request to join the facility for a short time."
"Yes, well..." He trailed off. "Headmaster Dumbledore seems to think that two of...misplaced...students are currently attending school here." Snape replied as he sat down in one of the chairs just recently vacated by the boys.
Chaucer was silent for a moment as he put the boys' files back away. "Misplaced? Well, I can't say that I've heard that term used to apply to students before but I guess there is a first time for everything." He folded his hands on his desk again. "You don't think Jamie and Will are these students do you?"
"I'm not sure. The first time I saw them, this morning, I thought that it might be possible. But now...I'm not so sure. They look and act differently from what I remember, I'm afraid." Snape's tone was snarly and sarcastic.
"Ah. They weren't Slytherin students, were they?" He shook his head and leaned back in his chair, straightening his suit jacket in the process. "I think you'll find that you're mistaken about those two. They've been with us for..." He stopped to calculate in his head. "Five or six years, I believe. After the accident, they were placed into the custody of the state and then with Doc Blair and have been with us ever since."
"Accident?" This had peaked Snape's curiosity. "What sort of accident?" He ignored the question about them being Slytherin students.
"One that took the lives of their families, I'm afraid. It was a train derailment. The boys were two of the five survivors. It was so traumatic that they only remembered their own names and that their parents had been onboard." Chaucer said, sadly. "It was a tragic day for Salem."
"Was their story ever proven to be true?" Snape questioned after a moment of silence.
"It was proven the best it could be. The bodies of the victims were all badly twisted and some were burnt beyond recognition. Jamie and Will were young so a temporary foster family was sought out for them. Doc Blair took them in. He always wanted children but never had time to do it the proper way. So he took them in. They were never subjected to the horror of the aftermath of the accident. Their pictures were sent to local papers and shown on the news but no one came forward to claim them. So it was just assumed that their parents did die on the train. The only thing that really could confirm their story would be if they ever got their memories back. And it's highly unlikely that will ever happen." The principle finished. "Their both good kids. They get into trouble here and there but what seventeen year old boy doesn't? Muggles aren't that different from wizards when it comes to growing up."
"I wouldn't know about muggles, Edward." Snape snapped out then sighed. "Are you sure that they are muggles and not wizards?" He was slightly more sure now than he was before about those two. It was just something in his gut that was telling him that it was them.
"I've never seen them do or say anything magical. I don't think anyone else had either. Nothing has been brought to my attention. Like I said, their good kids. Top of their classes, even looking forward to college. Just like normal muggles their age. But I don't see them outside of school, except on a rare occasion at the grocery store. They could be doing magic at home." Edward shrugged and looked down at his watch. "I should be getting home. My wife is making corn beef for dinner, my favorite." He stood. "If it turns out to be them...is it utterly important that you rip them out of their lives here? I assume that is what you're going to do? Take them back to England with you? The two 'misplaced' students must have left for a reason. Forcing them to go back would only push them into making them leave again. Take a good look at them out at the soccer field when you leave and tell me that it's fair to them. Good day to you, Severus." He walked out of his office, leaving Snape alone with his thoughts.