A/N: Hi, here's chapter 2. Read and review please.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Harry Potter. I wish I owned the latter. *cries*
Chapter 2: The Cullens
I woke up feeling better than yesterday. Wind was swirling violently outside, seemingly worse than yesterday. My room was cold, and when I slid out of bed and pulled my contacts in, I could feel a draft blowing around the room. It was still dark outside, but the lamppost wasn't on like it had been yesterday.
Just as I was about to get dressed, I realised my incredibly stupid mistake; I forgot to lock my door. Not knowing Charlie too well was one reason to do so, but the main one was that if anyone walked in here, it wouldn't be hard to guess I was a witch. My books were on the shelves, my wand was on my table. I had a trunk under the bed, with a school crest on it that didn't exist in The muggle world. Either Charlie would guess I was a witch, or think I was part of a cult.
I walked over to the door, grabbing my wand of my bedside table as I did. The wand felt familiar in my hand. It was the same wand that I had used since I was eleven.
"Colloportus." I muttered, pointing the tip at the door. There was a squelching sound. I pulled on the door to test. It didn't budge. I grinned, then got dressed. After I had brushed my teeth and combed my hair, I stepped out onto the landing. I looked down, through the spiral of stairs. As I looked at the shiny brown banister, a thought occurred to me. It was childish, but I couldn't see Charlie on the floor below. Besides, this would be quicker. I had never attempted it in Hogwarts, because the staircases moved, and because there was a bigger danger of getting hurt.
I perched on the edge of the banister. It was slippy, and a little difficult to grip. Then, before I changed my mind, I pushed off from the ground. There was a sort of odd lump at the end of the banister that most banisters had. I jumped off and the momentum pushed me forward, causing me to fall over. I stood quickly. Charlie was in the kitchen.
Breakfast with Charlie was a quiet event. He wished me luck at school, and I thanked him, while trying to remember the chemical symbol for Iron. His good luck was wasted on me. Charlie left first, to go to the police station. I couldn't think of anything he would do there. Forks was a small town, where not much happened. I doubted the crime rates where too high. There had probably never even been a robbery here. I sat on one of the three mismatched chairs, slowly eating my cereal while gazing out of the window. I finished my cereal, then washed my bowl. Then, I ran upstairs, remembering to lock my door last minute.
It was still windy, but since it wasn't raining I kept my hood down. The school wasn't hard to find. I had printed off a map and it was only a twenty minute walk there. I tried not to imagine that walk in the rain. It was the beginning of November, so I still had most of winter to go through.
I walked through the front gates and looked at the building. It didn't look anything like a school, but then again, neither did Hogwarts. Forks High was made up of what looked like several red-brick houses huddled together, maybe protecting each other from the weather, I thought with a smirk. There was a car park and trees were lined up at the edge in front of the gates. Students stood near their cars, talking, laughing and standing close together as a form of protection from the wind. I looked around and saw a building labelled 'Office' in large white letters.
Inside it was brightly lit, and warmer than I thought. The Office was a little waiting area, adorned with a couple of squashy armchairs, and a few plastic chairs. There was a plant pot in the corner and another smaller one of the desk, and a cabinet housing a few trophies was leaning against the wall. Posters decorated the walls, the usual type that schools had; anti-bullying, chess club, a dance...
I approached the front desk, which was manned by an old, red haired woman wearing rectangular-shaped glasses. She looked up as I reached the desk.
"Can I help you?" She asked kindly.
"I'm Evvy Potter," I said, "I'm new here." Recognition flitted across her face. Charlie was probably telling the whole town he was going to foster some poor orphan girl.
"Of course, I have your schedule right here." She dug through a precariously stacked pile of documents on her right, until she found the ones she was looking for. "Here you go, dear." She handed me my schedule and a map of the school, along with a slip that I had to get each teacher to sign, which I was to bring back at the end of the day. She, like Charlie, wished me luck. I thanked her, smiling, then stepped outside to make my way to my first class.
More students had arrived now, and the car park was filling up. I didn't know any car names, but I could tell that they were all quite old, some a little rusty. The nicest car there by far was a shiny silver one, and it stood out.
I had English first. I looked at my map trying my best to memorize the route and then stuffed it into my satchel and made my way there. It was funny, that I was using my satchel. This was the same bag that I had used throughout all my Hogwarts years, and now here I was, using it in muggle school. It was holding notebooks, and pens, maths and biology textbooks, and now a map of the campus.
I walked along the wide concrete path towards where I thought my class was. Building three was easy to spot. It didn't take me long to locate it, thanks to the large black '3' painted on the east corner. I walked towards it, feeling calmer than I should have. I followed two unisex rain coats through the doors.
The classroom was a lot smaller than I expected, just a little bigger than the Dursley's living room. I hung up my coat on the row of hooks like everyone else then walked up to the teacher's desk. The teacher, who was a tall, balding man called Mr Mason gawked at me when he read my name. I was momentarily surprised, thinking he could be a wizard, but then remembered. I had checked the records at the Ministry before I came, and no wizards lived in the area. I realised this was just because of Charlie. He signed my slip and directed me to my seat.
I sat down, then looked at the reading list the teacher had given me. I had heard of them, but had only read a couple. I inwardly groaned. I was going to actually have to learn basic muggle education. I spent the class thinking about how much easier this would be if I had looked older, or just lied about my age. Then I wouldn't have to go to school so I'd have a lot more time to actually try and find Travers. Twice the teacher called on me, and both times I never knew the answer.
The hour seemed to last forever, and when the bell finally rang, I stood up. I quickly dropped my books into my bag before putting it on. I grabbed my coat and left the room, then started towards my next class. "Hey, your Evvy Potter, right?" A tall, gangly boy with skin problems and hair as bkack as oil ran up and fell into pace next to me.
"Yeah." I replied, while wondering if Charlie told the whole town. I had only stayed with him for a month in Phoenix before he finally moved here and yet he was acting as if we had known each other for years.
Slight surprise flitted across his face, probably at my accent. I wondered why Charlie hadn't told anyone that.
"What's your next class?" He asked, jogging to keep up with me. I slowed down to pull out my schedule.
"Government with Jefferson, in building 6." I said. He grinned from ear to ear.
"My next class is in building 4," He said, "I could show you the way?"
I thanked him since I didn't know the way. I didn't want to be wondering round in circles like an idiot so I was actually grateful he found me.
"I'm Eric." He added. He seemed like the overhelpful type, the one that would go to chess club. I smiled tentatively.
I pulled my coat on more securely as we headed outside. The wind was still howling away, and small droplets of rain had begun to fall. I looked up at the sky only to see that it was completely covered by clouds. The rain would probably fall all night and tomorrow morning too.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully, until lunch. My Maths teacher Mr Varner was the only one who introduced me to the class. I walked to lunch with a chatty girl named Jessica. I recognised her from my Spanish class. She was extremely short, even compared to my 5'6, but she had masses of brown curls which made up for that. As she talked I idly wondered if I could acquire some Felix Felicis for the Maths exam, but I knew It'd be hard. I mentally reminded myself to ask Finnick what to do.
At lunch, I sat with Jessica and her friends, while she prattled away about teachers and classes. She introduced her friends to me but I forgot their names the second she spoke them. The only one I recognised and remembered the name of was the boy calked Eric from earlier. It was sitting there, in the high school cafeteria trying to talk to seven curious teenagers, I first saw them.
There were five of them, and they were sitting on the other side of the cafeteria. That's all they seemed to be doing; sitting. They weren't really looking at anything. That was the first thing I noticed about them. The second was they were all insanely beautiful. If I didn't know that there where no wizards or witches in the area, I'd think they were related to Veela. There was a short, pixie-like girl, with dark, spiky hair. She was smiling, and talking. Jessica was talking too, but she suddenly stopped. She looked over at their table.
"Who are they?" I asked her. She turned to look at me, and smiled wryly.
"They're the Cullens." She said as if this was common knowledge. "Doctor and Mrs Cullen adopted them, and they, like, moved here a couple of years ago or something." the girl next to her who was wearing glasses and had a camera around her neck nodded in agreement as she too looked over at them.
"The little dark-haired one's Alice, she's really weird," Jessica began. Just as she said that, the one named Alice stood up with her tray. She walked over, except it was more like gliding, and tipped the contents of her tray, before leaving the hall.
"The blonde-haired one's Rosalie, and she's with the bug guy, Emmett, if you know what I mean.." Jessica trailed off as she looked at me expectedly.
"What?" I said.
"You know, they're like...a thing. I'm not even sure that's legal." I had to admit, it did seem weird, since they lived together. It didn't matter too much though, did it? So long as they didn't grow up together.
"Jess, they're not technically related." Camera girl voiced my thoughts.
"Yeah, I know, but they live together Angela. It's weird! Anyway, the bronze haired boy, Edward, he's with Alice. They're a thing too. And the blond boy's Jasper. You know, he always looks like he's in pain or something. Doctor Cullen's like this foster dad slash match maker…"
I tuned out and looked over at their table again. He did look like he was in pain. I wondered why. His siblings didn't look too concerned, in fact they didn't seem to care at all. "Why?"
"What do you mean?" Jessica said as she broke off conversation with Angela. "Who wouldn't wanna get adopted by Doctor Cullen?"
I realised I must have missed part of their conversation. I tried to explain. "No, not that. Why does he look like he's in pain? Jasper?"
"I don't know. Who cares?" Her tone was bitter and I had a strong feeling she hated him for some reason. "Maybe he's upset because of the Christmas dance in, like, a month's time. Like, who's he gonna go with if no-one's good enough for him?"
"You asked him out?" I said bluntly. She made it obvious, with the whole 'no-one's good enough for him' thing. She nodded, frowned in his direction even though he wasn't looking, and then went back to talking with Angela. I looked at the Cullens again, and then quickly dropped my eyes; the bronze-haired boy was frowning at me.
I kept my eyes on the table for a few seconds, pretending to read the Biology book I had while wondering why he was frowning. Then, I carefully looked up again. None of them were looking at me this time. They weren't even looking in my direction. Edward was talking very fast to his siblings, his lips barely moving. He stopped, and they all looked over at me, confusion and slight annoyance riddled across their faces. The bell rang and I stood up abruptly taking the chance to leave. I dropped my book back into my bag finally accepting the fact that I was just going to have to get low marks. Then I swung the bad onto my shoulder, and left with Jess and Angela.
Jess had english next and camera girl and I had Biology, so we parted ways in the corridor. I kept forgetting 'camera girl' was called Angela, and she reminded me every time I asked her.
When we entered the classroom Angela walked down the aisle to her seat close to the back of the classroom. I went over to the teacher's desk and after he had signed my slip, he told me to go and take a seat. I looked at the rows of seats and realised. Every single seat was full, save one. Jasper Hale was sitting in his seat around halfway down the aisle and the one empty seat was next to him. I walked over slowly and sat down. He stiffened immediately and suddenly leaned towards me. Then, he pushed himself back with such force that he almost fell off his chair. He stood up and practically ran over to the teacher's desk.
More students were arriving now and the chatter had built up, so when Jasper spoke to the teacher, I never heard a word. Mr Molina nodded, and Jasper left the classroom so fast, faster than I thought was possible.
What had I done? Nothing, as far as I could tell. He had taken one look at me and left the room. I didn't bother paying attention. Mr Molina was talking about something or other to do with worms. He didn't call on me once so he automatically became my favourite teacher.
Just as everybody was leaving, a baby-faced blond haired boy approached me. "Hi," He said. He, like Eric, seemed overly friendly. It was most likely because it was a small town. Someone new in school was probably the most exciting thing that had happened in a while. "I'm Mike Newton. I was at your lunch table, remember?" I nodded even though I didn't. "You're Evvy…" He trailed off waiting for me to fill the gap in his knowledge.
"Potter." I said. Everyone within a three seat radius turned to face me.
"So, what was up with Hale, hey?" We left the classroom and turned left to get to our next class. "I mean, he's weird but I've never seen him like that before. Did you stab him with a pencil or something?" His tone was light, joking.
"No. I didn't do anything." The smile slipped off his face. He changed the subject and I found I was glad. Mike talked a lot but he didn't seem to mind if I didn't reply much.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. I tried to push Jasper Hale out of my mind, but somehow he kept creeping back into my thoughts. I never saw him for the rest of the day and when I got home, what started out as a good day had turned into a bad one. I blamed Hale for confusing me, making me self-conscious, and then I blamed him for me failing the quiz at the end of biology, even though he wasn't there.
"So, how was your first day?" Charlie asked at dinner time.
"It was good." I lied. What was I meant to tell him anyway? That I made a few friends and then the boy in Biology left school because of me? No, of course not.
Charlie nodded and then began telling me about the old lady today who lost her cat. The story was ridiculous and when I asked him he said it wasn't a story; it happened today. At least that had answered my question on what Forks Police Station did.
Lyra wasn't bak yet so I didn't write to my Kate and Finnick. What I would write I didn't know. I could tell them about the Cullens, and about Jasper leaving the class but I didn't see the point. Then again, they could have a few theories on why Jasper left. I still kept thinking I had done something even though I knew I hadn't.
I decided to work on finding Travers since I had time before bed. The downside of going to school was I had less time to do what I came here for. The file gave me barely anything, but I spent my evening organising it so that all the relatively useful information was in one place. It was a very Finnick-ish thing to do but tomorrow I planned on learning the tracking charm so this would do for the time being. The charm was difficult and I didn't know how long it would take me to learn it properly.
I waited for the ink to dry on my parchment before folding it in half. I locked my door and closed the curtains. That night I dreamt I was playing Quidditch.
A/N: Um.. I'm not sure if anyone's actually reading this. If you are can you please please review? Just two words. Or one. Please? It doesn't take long. Also, any ideas for what to call it?