Hell yes, more Russo or Not! Finally off my mini haitus and back on track. Thanks to all of you who have reviewed, favorited, and followed. I am very grateful. ^^
I do not own WOWP.
Mason chuckled nervously as he pushed the door open. Tempted to slam the door and buy time for him and the girls to bolt it. But he knew that wouldn't be happening so soon. The brunette Briton stepped aside for the Russo duo to come in. In stepped in Max and Harper, hand in hand, both looking calm. Or at least trying to from what Mason could see with what the young wizard's other hand clenched in a fist. He inwardly winced. He had a feeling that the brothers would try beating him up one day. Maybe they'll give him some mercy and do it somewhere in privet. Somewhere his children wouldn't hear his cries and their evil laughs. The Greyback shook his head, no need to be daydreaming of his doom. It was time to get back to the present.
"Hello...Mrs. and Mr. Russo...?"
"Hello to you to Mason, it's been a long time huh?", The other brunette's eyes narrowed. He kept his grin up for show seeing as how his nieces were in front of him. Harper flicked her husband's forehead seeing this, rolling her eyes seeing as he was acting foolish. Max rubbed his forehead, frowning down at her.
"...Where's the rest of the family?", the werewolf asked. He couldn't think of anything to say other than that. He made his way of to his little girls as they were packing up their toys back into their carry-on bag. Angelica giggling away as she tossed the crayons back in and happily 'assisting' her older sister. Maria Theresa shook her head in amusement and retrieving the air borne crayons back into their home. Mason smiled at the sweet scene, back facing the expecting couple.
"Well, they couldn't make it." The Englishman turned back and nodded.
"Heya, kiddos! My name's Uncle Max, and what are your names?", the Russo male asked. He gave an outstretched hand to the girls who merely glanced at him before turning back to their previous activity. His smile seemed a bit strained now. Mason gulped nervously as Harper continued to stare at him. Her gazing was cold for some reason and her usually bright emerald eyes were darkened with a kind of unpleasant emotion. He shivered a bit. This wasn't normal, it was too out of character for his old friends to be acting like this. The two Russo's that he had seen back at the Waverly Sub Station were completely different from these two people standing across from him.
"Why don't you two have a seat while I dish us up some tea. yes?", he suggested lightly. Both shrugged at each other.
"Sure why not, buddy."
"Fair enough with me, thanks Mason."
He turned his back to them and set to doing his task. He sniffed the air, allowing his usually dormant abilities to come forth. They didn't smell the same either. There was definitely something going on here. Animal instincts told him to attack these strange people posing as his beloved friends, but his fatherly instincts said not too. He decided to listen the father side of himself, as always. He didn't want to alarm the girls nor alert the enemies. Whoever they are.
"Alrighty then, what kind of tea would you like. I brought some over from the grocery store so we have plenty. Practically the tea rainbow lives in our cupboard at the moment.", he joked. The two imposters chuckled, catching onto it quickly before giving him their choice. The ever famous, Earl Grey and Green Tea combo. He nodded back at them and went to work. Mason glanced back into the 'living room/ bedroom' watching as the girls were finishing cleaning. He felt a bit proud that they finally cleaned up their mess, for once, but at the same time, he couldn't help feeling grateful. Maybe they could get out of here as fast as they can before anything happens. He could only hope.
'God, Alex...please be safe and take care of our boy. Now...', he turned back to his guests. Watching as both fiddled with their articles of clothing. He held up to cups with a grin and made his way over. Settling into his chair and propping up his elbows onto the table. Setting them down before the two. Harper and Max sent him an appreciative smile.
"I have a lot of questions for you two. We have all the time of in the world."
They frowned.
Alexandra stared down at him, moca colored eyes wide. Her son fiddled with his jacket's sleeves with his eyes cast down. He wasn't so sure about joining this mysterious thing or not. But the person, he couldn't tell whether it was a man or woman under the coat. He couldn't have asked, his father said that it was rude to do so. So he had kept quiet and only nodded to the person saying he was going to think about it.
Now seeing his mother's reaction, that of shock and worry, had him thinking otherwise.
"What did they look like, Alex?", she said. Alex(ander) looked up at her in confusion. He hadn't seen what they'd looked like as he remembered the conversation. There hadn't been much to describe about though.
"Well, they were kinda tall. I don't know what they look like but they were wearing these really cool looking cape thingy! Oh, and there was they other guy with them. This guy, he looked so tall! Taller than the other person and had really huge hands! That's all, really mum.", his seven-year-old mind ran off wild. He day dreamed about the two people, forgetting that at the moment they were strangers. Interrogating him with joining their club or something of the sort. He rubbed his hands together as he begin to think. Alexandra was a completely different story though. She was frowning, eyebrows creased in worry as possible scenarios came to mind.
"Did they touch?", she asked quietly.
"Huh?"
"I said, did they touch you? Do anything to you?", she pressed on. Alex shook his head, not that he could re-oh!
"One of them hugged me and that was it but yeah!", the Hispanic Italian mother's eyes darkened. No one dares touch her children, no one was going to get away with this. She was very tempted to whip out her wand and zap the mother fu- (no cursing, Al, she scolded her self. Not even in her mind.) - the dasterdly individuals who had touched her young boy. But she couldn't do that, no magic unless there was an emergency.
"Alex, what did I tell you about talking to strangers or letting them get a hold of you?", she asked gently. She stood at full height, looking a bit intimidating for the second grader. Said boy named Alex gulped nervously, he knew he was partly at fault. But they hadn't touched him funny. Though at the same time, he should have done what he mother had told me before.
"Run away and call for help. No getting buddy buddy with the strangers or you're in a world of hurt.", he recited. He grinned back at her brightly. The wizard couldn't help but return it, it was contagious.
"Good, now let's get going alright? We have to finish this up.", she said. He nodded and grabbed his forgotten bags. He and his mother walked together down Waverly Place. His eyes scanned the buildings as they passed but one stood out from the rest. And that was the cool Sub Station they had gone too. Alex wanted to go back. Go back and meet up with the funny looking man and odd pregnant lady. Them and the old couple who had been sitting in the back watching them. What caught his eye the most was the bit of red curtain pushed aside. You could peer inside the shop easily through there. He glanced up at his mother, she was singing a new tune. He recognized it easily, one of their lullabies. He glanced back at the building and made his decision.
"Hm...hmm...hmmm..."
"Here goes nothing.", he whispered. Alex stopped beside one of the benches outside of the same window and watched as his mother walk down the path. She was too off in her lullaby to notice. He was relieved by this. The Greyback boy hurried over to his station and peered in for a view. There were all kinds of people inside, milling around in strange clothing. And were those glasses from the Harry Potter movies he and his sisters watched not too long ago? Were they holding a convention? His sisters would love a toy from this, maybe one of the stuffed animals would work. He saw one of them, being held by a man with spiky hair and wearing an odd, fake mustache. He glanced at the entryway and back inside, there wasn't a bell to alert them of his presence. And being the rebellious and mischievous child he was, he entered.
It was much more larger than he remembered. The room seemed to have expanded and there were new additions to the Sub Station. Were those chandeliers? And was that a...disco ball? He couldn't tell but it looked clear and really cool. He sneaked into the back, making his way under a table after he was almost knocked over by a weird 'fan' trying to fly on a broom stick. He only succeeded in falling over, the girl nest to him tutting like his mother would to him. He vaguely wondered if his mother had noticed his absence. But right now, he was on a mission.
"Alright, Wiztech students! Calm down and I'll begin informing you of the good news and bed news. More so, the bad news."
"Justin!"
"Sorry, dad!", the spiky haired, mustached guys exclaimed back. He couldn't see who 'dad' from his view. So this was some Wiztech student thing they were doing. Probably a knock off of the Hogwarts students but all the same, America really was different from England. He watched as the guy pointed his stuffed toy at a 'Wiztech' students. His own eyes were trained on the object as the man put it back to his rightful place, on the counter where he was standing on. He decided now what the perfect time to get it. He crawled through the crowd of people, trying his best not to bump into anyone. His little head collided with a large, muscled calf. Obviously the 'jock' of the students.
"Hey, what the-?!"
"Sorry about that!", he whispered up at him. He planned to keep going but was thrown into mid air. Alex was then caught by the collar of his jacket face to face with an ugly mug. Piercing and a snaggle tooth to boot, he was in deep trouble now. Maybe going off alone wasn't the best idea.
"Why, how do you do?", his English-accented voice cracked. The 'jocks' gaze hardened.
"Hey, Mr. Russo! We gotta a runt snoppin' around here!", he called the weird man to attention. "Mr. Russo" or the previously dubbed 'Justin' looked over to them. His eyebrows raised in surprise and eyes gleaming with humor.
"Haa?", he asked. Confusion now being the only thing evident on his face. Alex could feel everyone staring at him, gazes of millions of pairs of eyes burning into his back.
"I said, we gotta a runt snoopin' around. Want me to take care of him?" His eyes widened with panic. The Greyback child thought of something to say, anything for the inevitable to happen.
"Oh no, please to beat me up! My mummy wouldn't like that, these clothes are brand new and I can't get them dirty! Mum will be really mad with me, please!", he plead. His eyes teary, he really shouldn't have wondered off away from his mother, it had been something really stupid to do. He did the only thing any other seven-year-old would've done in this situation. He cried.
"I want my mummy and dad!"
Short but it's a chapter.
I wanted to jab a bit at the Wiztech get up and the fact that the Greyback family came from England- their children never being been in the United States before- was the perfect set up for Harry Potter references. The U.S. is strange, huh mini Alex?
Again, Alexandra doesn't consider herself 'Alex' anymore because it brings back the painful memories of her family and departing with them. I suppose from time to time she would allow Mason to call her by that nickname but that's only on good days. Very good days. But for this AU, I'll nickname her Al for short.
My OC, Alex(ander) is such a momma's boy. He loves his sister's very much and would do anything for them- even steal a plushie from a weird guy by the name of Justin, his uncle and Dean of WizTech.
Well I gotta go and complete other stories, that and be the Dr. House to my mom's Wilson. We're House M.D. fans, sue me. .w.
