CHAPTER II- First Sight

EDWARD POV

This was the time of day Edward Cullen wished he could sleep.

High School.

Though, he supposed this dismal place of purgatory was his sleep, if sleep was defined as the inert state between active periods.

Though how would he act on this version of sleep, if all the humans' minds were merely full and bursting with talk of the new kids?

Three. Two girls and a boy. Siblings by the name of Dumbledore. Strange name. Uncommon. Made the students stand out more than need be. Edward had already caught sight of them in a few people's minds. Mainly the older girl a senior, dark brown curls, similar to that of Esme's, and the boy, junior, with a grin that reminded him of Emmett. He had rarely seen the other girl in people's minds, mainly just a small form, hidden by black untidy curls, and hid at the back of classrooms. And had continually corrected people with her name. Not Juno Diana, J.D.

This one confused Edward immensely. And intrigued him. As well as it did with most of the other students. But that wasn't important right not. Calming Jasper down was.

It had been two weeks since the Cullen's had gone on their last hunt, and the newest brother was struggling. They all were in some way. But being newest and weakest to bloodlust, he had to be watched like a hawk. All the tempting humans around, it was a miracle he hadn't snapped yet.

Even now, Edward saw in his brother's mind, him picturing himself walking behind a sandy haired girl, leaning down, feeling the blood pump around her body, then-

Edward kicked his brother's chair sharply, bringing him out of his daze.

"Sorry" he muttered. Edward merely shrugged, while Alice placed her hand on top of his.

"You weren't going to do anything" she soothed. "I could see that". I fought back a grimace that would give her lie away. Alice and me had to stick together. The freaks among freaks.

"It helps if you don't think of them as food" Alice murmured, gesturing at the sandy haired girl. "Her name is Whitney. She adores her baby sister, and Esme was invited by her mother to the garden party, remember?"

"I know who she is," Jasper said, looking out the window, his tone ending the conversation. He needs to hunt tonight. Testing his endurance like this…He has limits, he needs to keep to them.

Alice sighed, and stood with such grace for a vampire and emptied her untouched tray into the bin before twirling back to the table. She sat on Jasper's lap, an arm around his neck, and murmured low in his ear, so the others wouldn't catch. Whatever she said, or maybe her presence in general, but Jasper smiled and wound an arm around her waist.

Edward Cullen.

Edward looked up at the sound of his name, and found himself staring to impossible green eyes.

JUNO POV

"Hi" I looked up to see a gangly boy with skin problems, and hair as black as an oil slick, lean across the aisle towards me. Oh, my god. I've died and gone to a Snape spawn infested school.

Ignoring my thoughts, I smiled, and said, "Hey", trying to also ignore everyone within a three-seat radius, who had turned to stare.

"You're Juno Diana Dumbledore, right?" he asked, reminding me of Neville; overly helpful. I winced slightly at the length of my new name, but continued to smile.

"J.D" I corrected. "Call me J.D. It's easier, trust me"

He grinned. "Where's your next class?" I frowned, trying to remember my timetable.

"Government, in six"

"I'm going to fourth, I could show you the way…? I'm Eric" he added.

"Thanks" I said, gathering my bag, and following him out with the rest of the class.

English. One of the only few Muggle lessons I was actually good at, went surprisingly well. With the teacher gawking at me for only a minute, before sending me to the back of the class, still not avoiding the gazes. Though Eric seemed like a good friend to have. Being reminded of Neville was wonderful; one of the few people I missed back at school.

"So this is not different from England is it?" he asked, gesturing to the grey skies.

"Not really"

"So how come you moved to our lovely town of Forks?"

"We wanted a change of scenery"

"'We'?" he asked, just as we stopped outside the door to building six.

I smirked at him. "We" I said, with a nod, and entered the building.

The rest of my morning passed in a normal fashion. I was stared at by everyone, the teachers gawked at me, and many people looked at my scar; it was like being back at Hogwarts again. But Ron and Hermione were always with me in my classes. I sighed at that. Hermione, being many months older than me and Ron, was able to pass as a senior, seventeen, which she would be very soon, and got into the upper years. Ron and me were stuck as juniors, but were somehow separated in every class except for Gym. Not being able to even talk to the familiar red head, made me wish it were lunch so we could.

Mr Varner, immediately my most hated teacher, possibly more than Trelawney, was the only one who made me introduce myself, with I did through clenched teeth, before tripping over my own feet on my way to my desk.

After a few classes, I finally began to recognise some of the faces. At least my map was never needed. One girl, Jessica, sat next to me in both Trig and Spanish, where in both lessons I sat staring out the window, walked with me to the cafeteria for lunch, though I protested.

Despite Being only five foot three myself, I had to look slightly down at Jessica, who was several inches smaller than me, her wild curls making up for it. She reminded me of Hermione, prattling on about teachers and so forth. I didn't try to keep up.

After grabbing something to eat, I spotted Ron and Hermione sitting together on the exact table Jessica and me were heading for. Speeding up slightly, I sat opposite them. Jessica sat beside me, and introduced all her friends, whose names I immediately forgot. The only one I really noticed was Eric who was sitting on Jessica's other side.

"Hey, J.D" Ron said, once he had gotten my full attention. "Got any stares yet?"

"How did you know?" I muttered, sarcastically.

"Well, it's your own fault for wearing that" Hermione stated, playing with Ron's fingers, which were resting on her shoulder. I frowned at her before looking down at my attire. After living in the wizarding world, my clothes were all strange and expensive and I couldn't simply wear a t-shirt and normal jeans like my friends, and having a splurging godfather didn't help. I was wearing a black silk tank top with a loose see through black shirt on top and tight dark jeans, with a studded belt with the word PRONGS on it, in tribute to my father, and my name. Personally, I thought I looked smart, but compared to Ron and Hermione, who were simply wearing jeans and a blouse and jersey, I was overdressed.

"Hermione, we're the new kids" I said. "It's gonna happen, no matter what I wear.

She shrugged. "How was class?" I smiled, but then winced and blinked as something flashed in my eyes. Blinking more, and rubbing my eyes, I opened them to see the girl beside Hermione, holding a camera.

"Sorry" she muttered, shyly. "We need a new story for the newspaper, and you guys are free"

"You shouldn't just do that" Eric snapped.

"No, it's o-" I was interrupted as Eric got up to follow his blond baby faced friend.

"It's cool, babe. I got your back" he smiled charmingly at me once more, before leaving. I stayed frozen for a second before turning back to the others.

"Did he just call me babe?" Ron chuckled at the look on my face, and began to steal pieces of my salad.

"Don't worry about it, Juno" Jessica said. "You're the shiny new toy, so…" J.D. I thought in exasperation. My name is J.D!

"So, how was class?" Hermione asked.

"Ok. Didn't pay attention in half of them"

"J.D!"

"What?" I asked. "I don't even know why you made me come here"

"I'm guessing you're the eldest?" Jessica inquired, smiling at Hermione. "Keep these two in check"

"Yes, sadly" Hermione replied, rolling her eyes, before looking back at me. "What do you have next?"

I frowned slightly, trying to remember, not noticing Ron had finished my salad. "Biology II and Gym"

"I have Biology too" the girl with the camera said. "We could go together if you want"

"Yeah, sure. What's your name again?" I asked.

"Angela"

I smiled at her, before looking around the lunch hall, my brow furrowed in thought. Already bonding slightly with two people and talking about school…So much for a vacation.

We had arrived here in Forks only a week ago, into a small two bed roomed house on the edge of the city. Immediately, Ron and I had gone hunting for a car, which we found in the form of a conspicuous Chevy truck, from a boy named Jacob Black, while Hermione had signed us up for school. Much to mine and Ron's displeasure. We were merely here for us to isolate ourselves from the wizarding world, staying for only a few months maximum. But according to Hermione, three teenagers living alone in a house never leaving would be too suspicious, so we were to go to school, to give off an aura of normalcy. Which probably made things worse.

I looked around the students, hearing their buzz of talking in my ear. I bewildered me how they were so unaffected. Most kids of their age had already fought in a massive battle against the darkest wizard of all time, me myself killing him only two months ago, and these people were sitting here talking about meaningless things…like the new students. I scoffed and drank from my soda, before Ron could take it. People as young as Dennis Creevey knew the horrors of war, war that had ripped through almost all the magical communities. Giants, Dementors, Wizards, Trolls, Werewolves…and Vampires.

I shivered as I thought of the blood lusted animals. Glancing to see if the others had noticed, I saw both of them in a conversation with Angela, who seemed nice and trustworthy, while Jessica made comments that were either not wanted or unnecessary. Not as nice or trustworthy. It was then, thinking of all the magical creatures and staring blankly around the full and bustling cafeteria, I noticed them for the first time.

Five students. All the same, but all different. Three guys, and two girls. One of the boys was large, and heavily built with which was probably all muscle, and had curly dark hair. The other sitting beside him, was as tall, but more willowy had had flying honey blond hair. The last boy was probably the youngest, but also maybe the tallest. He had untidy bronze hair that fell forward into his eyes, and a serious look on his face, making it look stern and cold. The girls couldn't be more different. One was what could be described as a 'guy magnet', with a figure out of swimsuit magazines, and long curly blonde hair, similar to Hermione's. The other was smaller and thin in the extreme, with black hair, almost purple in the light, and a slight far away look in her eyes, reminding me of Luna.

They all looked at random directions, though the small girl kept darting her gaze to the willowy blond. They had a tray of untouched food in front of them, each one identical. They also had the same black eyes, flickered with topaz, despite the drastic differences in hair tones. They were insanely pale, more so than me, and they were all inhumanely beautiful. With faces like angels, they seemed to sit inside an oil painting, unmoving and uninterested in their surroundings; it was them that were important. Though they were all enchanting, I couldn't seem to take my eyes of the bronze-haired boy. He was probably the most beautiful, despite the blond girl. He was leaner than his muscular brother, but as he moved slightly towards the blond boy, all the muscles in his back shifted, showing he was possibly a sport player of some sort.

I tore my eyes from him as the small girl rose like a dancer and dropped her untouched lunch in the bin, before twirling back and into the blond's lap, who smiled and nuzzled her. My eyes widened, when it came to me.

They're not human.

Only wizards with the use of glamour can make their appearances change so, or even look that beautiful. Veelas were naturally beautiful and enhanced it with their own magic. Maybe they were doing the same? No, they're not using magic…

Maybe pixies or elves? No, the boys are too big and muscular…

I needed to know. "Who are they?" I asked Jessica, tearing her away from her conversation immediately.

Almost as if someone had called his name, the youngest boy looked up, and his gaze immediately met mine. I gasped. I sat there rigid, staring back into his eyes, as my body did several things at once. My cheeks burned, my eyes widening, while my fists clenched. I was unable to tear my eyes away from the golden topaz. My heart began to beat frantically in my chest, and his lips curled up into a half smile, and he cocked his head to the side…. as if he could hear.

I looked down at the table, my cheeks burning.

Jessica giggled looking down as well. "That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, Rosalie and Jasper Hale, and the girl sitting on Jasper is Alice Cullen: they all live together with Dr Cullen and his wife" I stole another glance at the boy, to see him picking at his bagel, his lips moving too fast, to understand what he was saying.

I looked back up to see Ron looking at the students too, while Hermione was giving me a knowing smirk.

"What?" I muttered, under my breath. She merely shook her head, finishing her water. I rolled my eyes and looked back at the Cullen's. Strange, unpopular names. I was expecting magical names.

"They are…beautiful" I said, unable to come up with any new words to describe these creatures.

"Yes!" Jessica practically squealed. "But they're all together, though. I mean, Rosalie and Emmett, Jasper and Alice. And they live together" she added, her voice scandalous.

"So, what ones are the Cullen's"? Hermione asked.

"None of them. Dr Cullen is like really young, in like his later twenties or early thirties. They're all adopted. The Hales are twins-the blonds- and they're foster children"

"Bit old, aren't they?" Ron inquired, raising his eyebrows.

"They are now. They're eighteen, but they've been with Mrs Cullen since they were eight. She's like their aunt or something"

I frowned slightly. "That's nice. To take in all them kids" I muttered, not able to keep the wistfulness out of my voice. Ron gave a pat on my arm, while Hermione smiled sympathetically.

Jessica, missing the tone of my voice, just continued. "I guess so. I don't think Mrs Cullen can have kids though" she added, as if that lessened their kindness.

I scowled and whirled round to face her. "What does that have to do with anything?! So the poor woman can't have kids, that don't mean she gets less respect! She's taken in all of those kids, and she's obviously done a very good job. Some people would love to be taken in by such an obviously kind woman. So, obviously she doesn't deserve your petty thoughts on her fertility status!" With that, I grabbed my bag, and ignoring Jessica's gob smacked face, I all but stormed out of the cafeteria.

Not noticing five pairs of golden eyes looking at me with respect.

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