Wants and Problems at Hogwarts
Part of the Story "at Hogwarts" series
-in which characters, problems and motives are introduced and dealt with...or Not
(somewhat connected to Crimson--done by kira who is almost done writing it...yay!)
one plus one equals disclaimer. i own nothing in this world...that means good old Harry Potter
Fitting in at a new school can be hard for everyone, but it can be made more difficult, for instance if you arrive instead of 1st year, fifth or six, or if you are from another part of the world, or if you are changing Wizarding and witchcraft schools.
Unfortunately for Kira, James and Meg, all of the above applied.
Transferring from Canada meant that they did speak the same language, though some conversations with a selected few at Hogwarts lead them to believe otherwise, and since they had already had some schooling in magic, they weren't too far behind.
The major difference that they had noticed was that Hogwarts, for all its wonders, was way stricter then back home.
Where once lighting a persons head on fire only meant you had to apologise and try not to do it again, here it meant detentions and points subtracted and pain lots of pain. The girls were slowly realising that Hogwarts was way more conservative than their old schools.
It was no wonder that in only their first week they were all sent to Dumbledore's office together for a long discussion.
"Candy Apple"
After the ever angry McGonagall left them at the stairs to Dumbledore's office the girls slowly rode the stairs to the top in silence.
None of the, wanted to be kicked out or be in trouble….at least no so early.
"What you guys do?" meg whispered as they entered a large empty room, filled with nothing but books and deranged sculptures.
"Nothing," kira said defensively. "I just hit some kid who was being a douche to me. And I got caught selling."
"selling what?" james asked as she picked up a heavy round object to the dismay f meg.
"just so illegal mind altering substances."
"ohhhh! Where'd you get it?"
"I have my sources. Why meg you interested?"
"just curious."
"I can't believe you two."
"Well miss perfect how did you get here then? I doubt your our escort."
"well, I-"
"she was caught fighting with big head." Meg interrupted.
"Hermione? That tight ass? What where you fighting with her for?"
"nothing…"
"Ron and smarts."
"meg!"
"hey if you don't want the whole school to see you fighting then don't do it at the breakfast table." She said playing with her pigtails.
"I didn't start it!"
"well telling her that her head looked like an explosion sure didn't help the matter."
"I didn't say her head looked like an explosion. I said she was badly groomed."
"even worse," kira chuckled.
"So if kira's here for fighting and drugs, and I'm her for self defence-"
"lighting Hermione's hair on fire while she's unconscious doesn't count as self defence-"
"same thing in my books," kira remarked as she went over to check out the brilliant bird sitting on a desk.
"Then what are you don't here, oh sweet and innocent one who has never gotten in trouble once since I have meet you."
"its easy. I got in trouble from some Prefect for painting one of the walls."
"you've got to be kidding me…"
"it was an ugly colour so I decided to change it to a subtle pinky red colour. Great improvement I say, but the perfect and teacher disagreed. You can do anything at this school."
"what about snape?"
"what about snape?"
"well I hear that your flirtations with him have gone south."
"you had sex with him!" james screeched.
"no, gone south as in not working/ getting me into trouble. God! You smile at a guy and he yells at you for disrupting a class."
"guys-"
"I know!"
"no, I mean guys, I don't want to be kicked out of this school! This is more than my second time getting in trouble, I don't want to be sent home."
"James do you really think Dumbledore would do that?" meg asked in little more than a whisper.
"I don't know."
"I say we bribe him, or threaten him." Kira said proudly.
"Kira! This is Dumbledore. Moral of the moral wise of the wise. He's like today's Merlin."
"your right! Lets get him prostitutes!"
"KIRA!"
"oh I have a plan." Said meg. "just leave it to me."
"with prostitutes?"
"no, no no-"
"Girls what are you three doing here?" the old man said walking in.
"Sir."
"in trouble again you three? How many times this week?"
"At least three," meg cooed, with a large smile.
"meg!" james elbowed her.
"look sir, I'm sure we could come to-" kira started.
"it won't happen-" James pleaded.
"GRANDPA!" meg said suddenly jumping on the old man and giving him a great big neck hug.
"what?" the other three said in disbelief.