AN: So I've decided to keep going with this, but I wouldn't mind your reviews, If you like it, say so, if you hate it, say so.
Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter or the world that the book is set in.
Chapter four: prejudice
"Hello," said Fredrick to the woman at the welcoming desk, "I'm Richard Benderson and these are the students from the San Francisco School for Muggle Raised Kids." The woman at the desk sneered a bit.
"You mean the Mudblood School?" she asked.
"No," responded Fredrick, his voice shaking, "For one. Not all of these kids have Muggle parentage. Alice here had wizarding parentage." Alice didn't like being picked out that way.
"Well," said the woman with a sneer, "They're still mostly filthy Mudbloods."
"Shut up and let us in," said Fredrick.
"Okay, Okay!" said the woman. Alice watched them go through.
"What's a Mudblood?" she asked once they were far away from the woman.
"NOTHING," said Fredrick, "Let's find the wand shop." Ricky walked over to Alice.
"I think I know what a Mudblood is," he said to her in a whisper, "It's a person of non-magical parentage. I think it's also an insult."
"You think?"asked Alice, "Isn't there some minimum intelligence level to get into these schools? It's obviously an insult. Still," she admitted, "I think you've probably got the first bit right too…oh! Here's the wand shop!"
"What makes you think that?" asked a short boy with baggy pants.
"I see that all the boys in here have an IQ under fifty," sighed Alice, "I see a sign that says Charlie's wands."
"Oh," said the short boy, and calmly walked through the door.
"Hello," said the man at the desk.
"Hi Charlie, we'll be needing twenty wands," said Fredrick.
"I'm sorry," said Charlie sneering, "I don't offer wands to Mudbloods."
They all walked past the counter silently. Alice gave him a sharp glace.
"Who wants wands from a guy who looks like he's been alive since the time of the dinosaurs?" she added. They walked by.
"Okay, so Charlie's is a no go," said Fredrick, "But I know someone who'll make wands almost as good, and who isn't prejudiced.
"How did he know which school we were from?" asked Alice
"Lucky guess," said Fredrick, "Most people come to get their wands with their parents. I guess he realized something strange was going on.
A sign hung up that said Wand Emporium. It looked like it might fall of any moment.
"Come in!" said Fredrick.
"Hello," said the man at the desk, "How many?"
"Twenty-five for the San Francisco School for Muggle Raised Kids," said Fredrick.
"Right this way," said the man, with a grin that needed a few more teeth.
"Okay, who'd like to be first," said the man. Alice stepped forwards.
"NAME!" he bellowed ate her.
"A-A-Alice Venders," she whimpered.
"Okay, so the wand chooses the wizard," he said, "So this might take some time, with all of you. Alice, when you get your wand try waving it a bit, and see what happens. "
"Redwood, dove feather," he said handing her a stick, "TAKE IT!" Alice picked it up, waved it, and destroyed the glass window of the shop.
"No…oak, pigeon tail," he said picking up another wand. She sent the sign that said "Wand Emporium" flying of its hinges.
"Definitely not," he said, "Maple, cactus flour." This wand was warm to the touch. She waved it sending sparks across the room. Most of her classmates clapped. Except Ricky who stayed perfectly still.
"Yes!" shouted the man, "NEXT!" And so it continued. A girl called Julie went through fifty wands before finding the right one at which point she created a star chart with wind sparkles. To Alice's extreme disappointment Ricky's fourth wand was his best. When they were finished with their wands it was on to shopping. But it was so hard to find a place that accepted Muggleborns.
When they finally found one they had been looking for two hours. It was a used schoolbook shop and the man didn't like their presence, but didn't say anything about it.
They used most of their money, but not all: some they got to keep for their pockets (about 1 Kamp and 5 Kemps each). When they walked out the girl named Julie came over and talked to her.
"So much for a society better than our own," she said. Alice nodded then walked back onto the Golden Gate Bridge.
AN: Indeed. BTW America is much better than England when it comes to other magical creatures (Goblins, House Elves, etc.) but have some of the world's worst prejudices against Muggleborns. This leaves a law forcing people to give House Elves wages, versus several failed attempts to pass a law against Muggleborns being allowed to attend school.
AN2: Next chapter the students finally visit the school, and Julie learns a bit more than she was supposed to.