Author's note: Introducing the Glee kids! Thanks so much to all the readers and reviewers so far!
Disclaimer: Nothing in the HP or Glee universe belongs to me.
"But, Mr. Schuester, we need more practice against actual competition!" Pleaded Rachel.
Mr. Schuester sighed and rubbed his hands across his eyes for what felt like the 50th time that day. "Rachel, we've already talked about this. We've had the invitational against our Sectional teams, and I don't really want to do that for our Regional teams. You saw how it turned out the last time, and there was always someone offended!"
"But, Mr. Schue. If I may, why do we need to invite our Regional teams? Couldn't we just invite another school outside of the area, who may just want to come down for a visit?" She smiled innocently at him.
"We could, I suppose," he said slowly.
"Perfect!" She smiled brightly at him, and gave him a list of schools she'd compiled in the area who weren't involved in the competition.
"Thanks, Rachel," he sighed. As much as he loved running the Club, there was always something more that Rachel wanted to do, and it was exhausting trying to keep up with her at times. She smiled at him and walked out of the room.
He looked down the list of schools. There was no harm in actually inviting any of the schools, and it would at least get her off his back. He saw she'd also compiled a list of phone numbers alongside the school names, so walking over to his desk, picked up the phone and started calling.
"We've been walking for hours," Ron complained.
"We're almost there," said Hermione through gritted teeth. She had endured Ron's complaining since they'd started out and if someone didn't stop her, merlin help her she was going to hex his lips shut.
"Shut up Weaselbee," drawled Draco. "Haven't you got anything better to do than complain?"
Hermione shot him a grateful look. He gave her a little smirk in return. Ron scowled at them both.
"What's that?" Blaise asked, pointing at what looked like a big hamburger in the sky, pasted onto a sheet of parchment, or something of the sort.
"It's called a billboard," Hermione patiently explained, "It's to advertise something. In this case, they're advertising food. Which means, we're getting really close to a restaurant."
Everyone cheered around her.
They walked for another 10 minutes and finally fell on the first building they'd seen since they'd started walking.
"Fat Boy?" Draco frowned at the sign. He couldn't understand how on earth these Muggles worked, and it didn't help when they would willingly choose to eat at such establishments that would make you fat. He shuddered in horror at the thought.
"Come on, we're all hungry," Pansy sniped at him.
"Fine," he raised his hands in defeat, feeling the emptiness in his stomach, "But don't blame me if you explode after eating there!"
He followed in quickly after the others however, too hungry to resist.
They stayed over an hour in the restaurant, with large amounts of food quickly demolished by the boys, and Pansy and Hermione daintily picking through theirs, and sniffing at the boy's lack of manners.
Hermione and Pansy finished their food in about 45 minute, eating slowly, and carefully. The boys continued eating plate after plate with seemingly no end in sight. They actually started talking to each other, somewhat civilly over their astonishment at the expansive capacity of the boy's stomachs. What started off as general complaints over their lack of manners soon turned into wonderment about how one ever put up with a boyfriend, and then leading to general chatter, much to each girl's astonishment. But, when in France...or, Lima, Ohio.
The boys finally finished after about an hour and a half. They all slowly leaned back, hands on stomachs, and pitiful moans emerging from each boy.
Hermione and Pansy raised their eyebrows at each other and shook their heads.
"Ahem, I do hope I'm not interrupting," drawled Professor Snape.
Everyone sat up in shock.
"Glad to see you are, enjoying, this country's food establishments," he sneered.
Everyone gulped nervously.
"Sorry Sir, everyone just got a bit, hungry," Hermione said piteously.
"No excuses," he snapped. "You are all supposed to be at William McKinley High School. Not, the Fat Boy!"
Meek apologies were heard around the table.
Snape sneered at them all. "Since you have proven yourselves inadequate at even arriving at the correct destination, I will accompany you to make sure you actually get there."
Everyone connected eyes with the person across the table in horror.
"Did I not make myself clear?" Snape snapped. "We are leaving, now."
They all grabbed their belongings as quickly as they could, and quickly followed Snape out the door.
The group traveled in silence until they finally reached the high school. It wasn't really hard to miss with a huge sign out front, and teenagers scattered all over the area. They walked into the front entrance nervously, trying not to do anything that would identify them as non-Muggles.
"I will leave you here, and expect to see you back at the castle, promptly at 3:00pm. Do I make myself clear?" Snape drawled.
Everyone nodded nervously.
He turned to leave when he was suddenly stopped by a man with curly brown hair. "Oh, hi! I didn't realize you would get here so quickly. I'm Will Schuester, and welcome to McKinley High!"