(A/N): I'm trying to make my chapters longer, better and more exciting. Now that the boring part should be over, I will now start to mix Ola's, George'sand Draco's world together. Please Read and Review!
Chapter Three
The next morning, Ola had come to school early, as usual. As she walked past the Polish Mafia, they jeered at her, saying various rude things in Polish and showing her rude hand gestures. She stopped dead in her tracks. Ola Gomalasz was fuming, and at that moment, she stopped thinking about what David thought and what David would say if she stood up for herself.
"Ej Trondzik!" David shouted in Polish,"You could really use some of that Proactiv stuff, you fucked-up slut!"
All Ola did was stand there. She thought, why doesn't hejust go fuck himself? Suddenly, she heard a screech of pain.
She whirled around, watching David's pants and boxers fall to his ankles. His penis was stuck in his butt.
Ola was in official control. Her eyes full of joyful malice, she thought, He should be pressed up against the wall. Let Matt help him out.
A nanosecond later, David was smushed in between his friend and the red brick building. People around them laughed and jeered. They had earned themselves new nicknames, including "The Porn Star Couple," and "Woah, Aren't You Two Friendly?" Ola merely giggled, with barely a tinge of guilt in her heart. She never did anything to him, why shouldn't he get payed in a huge sum for what he did to her?
She walked up to them, smiling evily as David pushed Matt off him, pulled his dick out of his ass, and pulled his boxers and pants up. He had tears in his eyes, but Ola didn't care; she had to make him see there was no pushing her around anymore, no matter how much she cared for him.
She whispered to him in Polish," You'd better not ever ever show any sign of even seeing me again, because if you do, you'll be more humiliated than you are now." When she walked away, she walked with a beautiful confidence, a model walk. She was aware that all eyes were on her. She knew, by the look of David's face, that he and his friends wouldn't dare messing with her anymore. At least, not for about fifty years.
Lunch was a very happy affair. Ola, Kyle and Jenna had spaghettio's, while everyone else had their home lunches. As soon as they were finished, a teacher's helper called upon Ola, Kyle, Jenna, Emmaru, Christian, and Kendra to the Assistant Principal's office. Natasha, Liz and Jamie peered at the six members of their group. When the majority of the group left, Natasha announced to the two," I got this letter last night. I'm moving back to Poland. I forgot to tell them. There's this really good school there. I'm leaving tonight."
"How could you forget that you're moving away from the country?" inquired Jamie, her black hair swishing to reveal her dark skin.
"I don't know. I just did, okay?"
Liz didn't say anything, but she just peered at the Polka (Polish girl) with slight shock in her eyes.
In the the Assistant Principal's office, the six stood straight up. No adult was in there yet.
"What the hell is going on, damnit?" Kyle asked angrily.
"You think any of us would know?" Kendra said, finally not writing anything.
Christian asked," You think it's about yesterday's letters?"
The group stared at the thin boy. Suddenly, a very elderly man walked in. He wore very strange clothing: he had periwinkle-blue colored robes, and a witch-type hat to match. He had long silvery hair, and a similar beard. His half moon spectacles shined in the artificial light. He took a seat in the Assistant Principal's desk.
The young teens were shocked and confused. Yup, this probably have everything to do with the letters they recieved. Kyle's jaw dropped, and fear was in his eyes. Kendra was still in her calm Asian state, not showing much feeling. Emmaru, Jenna and Christian just stared. Ola waited, picking the skin off the right side ofher thumb absentmindedly.
"Well," said the man cheerfully with a British accent," I see you are all in tip-top fearful condition!"
No one said anything; Jenna gave a small cough.
The man smiled and continued to speak. "My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That is what you would call, ah, a principal."
Still no response from the students.
Albus Dumbledore took no notice of this as he spoke on. "I believe that you recieved letters last night, informing you of my school. I also believe that you thought that this was some sort of joke. No, it is not. And, if you wish, you may come along and be the wizards and witches you are. My school is located in England, but it is unplottable- meaning, no one can find it, and it cannot be found on a map."
The man paused; again, no result from the boys and girls before him.
Albus attempted to get them to speak. "I think you would be interested to know that at least one of your parents are witches or wizards too." He pointed to Kyle. "Your name is Kyle Gredeen, is it not?" Kyle nodded.
"Well, Kyle. Your father is a wizard, and your mother is a Muggle. Your parents decided that it was best to raise you away from magic, and if the time came and you wanted to persue it, you may. And your name is Jenna DeVine?" She nodded. "Well, your parents are both capable of doing magic, and they were thinking along the same lines as Kyle's mother."
Kyle and Jenna looked at each other, dumbfounded. How could their parents keep a secret as huge as that from them?
Christian looked up as Dumbledore spoke of his parents. Theywere both a witch and wizard and they decided it was best for him to learn things the hard way, instead of using magic as the easy way out. The same situation was for Ola, Emmaru and Kendra- except for Kendra's mother was the witch, and her dad was the Muggle.
"Now,"Dumbledore said. "I have contacted your parents, and they all agreed to let you go, if you wish. I shall leave you together to make a decision." With that, he crossed the hallway into the other office.
They looked at one another. Ola, who seemed to not have stopped gaining confidence from humiliating David said," Let's do it."
"What!" the group exclaimed.
"How can you make such a big decision so fast? We have to think about this!" Christian expained.
"I have a really good feeling about getting the fuck out of this country. And I don't care if David really doesn't ever bother me again. It would be really good to clear my head and actually travel. I'm not too great with this country anyway. Come on guys. This is a chance of a lifetime. Don't say no, because you might really regret it in the future. You have one life, and personally, I'd like to live it to the fullest."
Ola ended her monolouge and drew a deep breath.
Kendra looked up at her friend and said,"I'm in. This country isn't really inspiring me anymore. And I'd be closer to my country."
Emmaru sighed and said,"Well, I'm going through too much shit here. So why not?"
Ola smiled serenley. Two down, four to go.
Jenna said,"Okay, I'll go." Jenna usually went with the group.
Now I've got three... Ola thought.
Kyle shrugged and said,"I don't care."
Christian took a breath and pondered for a few minutes. He said,"Alright, but if it sucks Ola, I'm going to kick your ass and come back here."
Ola smirked. She had won versus her friends.
At that precise moment, the Professor opened the door and asked,"Are you ready?"
"We'll come," Ola said.
Dumbledore gave a small grin. "Well,I would enjoy the rest of your day here if I were you. we'll be leaving as soon as the school day is done here. Your parents will pack your things. Oh, don't worry. They'll be here to tell you good-bye."
"Ha! I can't wait until he sees this!"
George Weasley was alongside his brother, Fred. They were at it again; pulling a prank on dear Professor Snape. They were in the Great Hall. Fred had a small vial of clearpotion in his hand. He removed the cork and poured a few drops onto Snape's plate and into his goblet. George laughed.
The duo left the Great Hall, tiptoeing. They should have been in Charms class right now, but this was an opportunity too good to miss. The bell rang justas they stepped out. They broke into a run, not wanting to be seen. Unfortunatley for them, the path to safety required passing the dungeon. Oh well. They were always up for a challenge.
They ran as fast as they could, seeing Slytherins and Gryffindors shoving each other in order to get out of the dungeon. Not able to stop, George crashed into Draco Malfoy, landing them both a spot on the floor.
"Ugh! Filthy blood traitor! How dare you touch me? What, begging for some money to feed your poor family? Here, take this!" Draco shouted, throwing him a filthy Knut. He started to walk away, back to George, until he stopped, turned his head and added, "You can be sure that my father will hear of this. Maybe thenyour father can live his dream- to be a Muggle among Muggles. You're family will be just too much of a disgrace sooner or later."
That was it. This was the breaking point. Ron and Harry were in the audience of students. They pushed through the crowd and stood next to Fred, breathing heavily. The four boys raised their wands, each screaming a curse of thier own. Not wasting time, Slytherins in the crowd defended the blonde boy, some deciding to use Bat-Bogey Hexes and some using Dancing Hexes.
By this time, Harry, Ron and the twins were dancing, flying mucus attacking them ferociously. It wasn't until Hermione had lifted the hexes until the four boys were free to control their bodies again, without getting attacked by gross inards of the nose. All the Gryffindors poised, ready to strike, but, unlucky them, Professor Snape had just exiting the dungeon, clearly aware of the trouble.
He said with an evil smile,"Violence is not tolerated in this school, and I will see to it that no one harms my students, no matter how famous"-he stared at Harry-"they may be."
Snape beckoned to the Slytherins, and they walked off to dinner.
(A/N): Okay, NEXT chapter I will for sure mix one of the boys' and Ola's worlds together... Read and Review, because then I will write more, not to mention better, chapters!