2. Ask if there is a house cup according to grade levels 3. Ask how to get house points for said cup 4. Ask how teams are divided if there are no houses

It all happened in a whirl wind and Libby should have had a bit more common sense this time. But then again she'd always been a rather blunt girl, around her peers she didn't feel the need for a filter. The only people she tried to behave more properly around would be teachers, her parents, authority... really anyone significantly older she felt naturally should be shown some modicum of respect and actually made an effort to watch her mouth around.

So since PE was their next class Libby tried to tag along with the three girls that had approached her right when the bell rang, they were already a long way down the hall, since she had to have a chat with Mr. Smith after class of course they would have gotten far ahead of her.

When she caught up was when she made the mistake of opening her big fat gob.

"So in PE class, how will the lot of us be divvied up?" You ask conversationally.

They give each other odd looks at what Libby said and one of them, the closest to her with short brown messy hair with bangs that went right into her eyes, spoke up "What do you mean by 'divvied up'?"

"You know, for football and all that. I imagine that everyone already has a side, so how will I be grouped? There must be an uneven number so hopefully it will be simple." Libby muses.

Yet again the girls seem a bit confused by what Libby said. "Er... the teacher just picks team captains and they choose who they want on their team."

"Oh..well..." Libby said without completing her sentence.

After having changed into their gym clothes and getting out onto the school field, the teacher begins talking about the rules and regulations while in her class. She had asked anyone if they had any questions, and of course Libby couldn't help asking.

"So I suppose there is a sort of cup awarded to one grade at the end of the year, and our performances in this class can add points towards gaining it?"

"Uh... what?"

"Is she bonkers?" One girl whispered.

"Bloody transfers, I swear. This is a state school, you know." Another girl rolled her eyes. "We're not so uppity like a public school to do all that."

With hushed words many of them judged Libby for how she could possibly get the two mixed up, while the others thought it was plain sad no one told me before. The teacher seemed somewhat confused until she overheard some of what the girls were saying. "You're… Libby, correct?"

Libby nods.

"Well, since you were only being homeschooled I can understand the mix up. Kids will like to tease each other about anything!" She smiled encouragingly. "There is no 'cup' making any the grades compete for it and no, there are no points. I do hope everyone will still try their best, though. "

Then she tells everyone to quiet down and business goes along like usual, except Libby gets the distinct feeling that all the muggles must think she's been living under a rock all this time.

It seemed a bit on the mark.

A/N:

This chapter has been updated so I can correct something, thanks to Fugacity7 for informing me that British public schools sometimes do have houses. I don't do much research for this fic because I already have to do a lot of research for academic essays and for me fanfic is an escape from that, so I appreciate when people inform me so I can know/correct quickly instead of having to look for it haha