Summary: Mia's List of Crazy Life Events- Freshman Year: *Dad springs on me that I'm a princess. *Magic exists and I am now liaison between the magic users and the non magic users… I guess that's just regular people like me. Yes. You read that right. Magic exists. Not like, "Princess Amelia, this is your fairy godmother". That would have been much of Another World
For the Quidditch League Part of Another World Challenge.
Prompt: Music is Magical- Include your favourite [music] artist/ one of your favourite artists in your story. But remember: Make it a crossover with one of the fandoms being part of The Wizarding World franchise.
Wednesday, July 28, 1pm, High Security Advisory Office, Palace, Genovia
Oh. My. God.
Can everyone stop throwing life-changing information on me?
Wednesday, July 28, 11pm, Royal Bed Chambers, Palace, Genovia
It's just one thing after another. Why can't I be a normal teenager?
Mia's List of Crazy Life Events- Freshman Year
*Dad springs on me that I'm a princess to a foreign land and his only heir.
*Taylor Swift puts out an album and it was probably written about me (Okay, not a crazy life event for me, but it might as well have been)
*Mom starts dating my Algebra teacher.
*Mom marries the aforementioned Algebra teacher.
*Mom doesn't use protection and gets knocked up by my algebra teacher. Which, EWWW!
*Prom is almost canceled because my grandmother can't follow rules like a commoner when dining out.
*I became a sister to the most perfect baby brother in the world.
*The love of my life Michael Moskovitz graduates and will be moving to college at the end of the summer but I won't be able to spend it with him
*Magic exists and I am now liaison between the magic users and the non magic users… I guess that's just regular people like me.
Yes. You read that right. Magic exists. Not like, "Princess Amelia, this is your fairy godmother". That would have been much cooler.
Oh! Michael is on the phone! I'll have to catch you up later.
Thursday, July 29, 2am, Royal Bed Chambers, Palace, Genovia
When Michael calls, I must answer. Even if it is past midnight. But that's because Michael is in New York and I'm on the opposite side of the globe. It sucks that I have to be separated from the love of my life before he moves to college just so I can be officially introduced to my people as the heir to the Genovian throne.
I've had a lot of responsibilities while I've been here. If I thought daily Princess Lessons at the Plaza were bad, those were a cake walk. Here, I'm fully immersed in never ending princess lessons. And I'm already not very popular among my people… or the bordering nations.
Anyway, I was expected to attend a meeting yesterday to meet with some foreign prime minister. Or at least that's what I thought it was. Admittedly, I didn't pay too much attention when Grandmère told me about the meeting because she's crazy. But oh my god.
So we're sitting in the top security advisory room. And by we, I mean just me, my dad, Grandmère, and Rommel. But Rommel hardly counts. Lars was instructed to wait outside the room. Which probably should have been an indication that something unusual was up. But oh well, hindsight is 20/20.
Grandmère was nursing a sidecar, her third of the day, which seemed a little heavy since it was only mid-morning. But I don't know what she gets up to when I'm not at school, so I can shrug that off. Rommel looked like he feared for his life, which is normal for that poor dog. Dad was pacing nervously. I was jamming to Taylor Swift because who doesn't love Picture to Burn? Tina has even told me it helped her recover from her tragic breakup with Dave Farouq El-Abar.
But then, a bunch of things all happened at once. "Amelia, please turn that American whining you call music off. It's inappropriate for a Princess," Grandmère admonished. As she was speaking, Rommel started barking and squirming to get away. The fireplace started smoking. Grandmere slammed down the rest of her sidecar, dropping poor Rommel in the process, who scurried off to hide under the bar. And then the fireplace started glowing.
Green.
The fireplace was GLOWING GREEN! And then a person stepped through. Just stepped right over the grate like he was climbing out of a sandbox. You know, if your sandbox consisted of ash, soot, and literal FIRE.
Maybe, I thought, I might just be hallucinating. But after three more people stepped in, I figured this was more than just a hallucination. Especially as I looked to see how Grandmere and Dad would react and they seemed to be expecting it.
The first person was a dark-skinned man, super tall, even taller than my dad, wearing an odd blue pillbox hat and what looked like a dress.
Now, I know it's unfair to judge people for the way they dress (generally speaking. Judging Lana and her minions on their choice to wear their cheerleading uniforms every day is acceptable, however). I, as a princess, am unfortunate enough to have to wear ball gowns that are certainly not my style, nor environmentally friendly. Tina dresses differently, as per the customs of her country's obligations. And I know in some cultures, dresses and skirts are a bit more common for the male population, such as the kilts worn in Scotland. (Hmm…I wonder how Michael would look in a kilt?) But this minister's clothing was unlike any I'd ever seen. It was blue or maybe purple, floor length, covered in stars and almost looked like it was in two pieces. Like mid-century women's clothing where frocks were worn over the dress. Except this looked like a winter coat over a dress?
He came in with a few other people, one of them dressed equally strangely but in more earthy tones. The other two were dressed like normal people. The remaining three were also much younger in appearance.
"Queen Clarisse," the leader of the four greeted, bowing his head. "It's good to see you again. I see you're well." Which is interesting, because Grandmere is actually the Dowager Princess, not the Queen. Which means there isn't a reigning King or Queen, come to think of it. Better check up on that.
Grandmere greeted the four of them quite stiffly. "Pleasure, Minister Shacklebolt," she began. "Of course, you've met my son, Prince Phillipe, and this is my granddaughter, Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldi, Princess of Genovia." Why does everyone else get their normal name and I get introduced with the abomination that is my full royal title? I guess because dad and grandmere have already been acquainted with these people. And she clearly doesn't like them, though I don't know why. But if Grandmere doesn't like them, that means they must be lovely people. I'm a fan of anyone disliked by my grandmother.
"Princess Amelia," he turned to me and greeted with another bow of the head. "It is an honor to meet you. My name is Kingsley Shacklebolt and I am the Minister of Magic. I've brought with me today Mr. Harry Potter, my lead Auror; Miss. Hermione Granger, the Director of Wixen-Muggle Relations, and Mr. Ronald Weasley, Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Woah. Minister of Magic? "Magic like Legend of Zelda? Because my boyfriend Michael loves that game. But I've never played it."
Grandmere glared at me from across the room.
Minister Shacklebolt was obviously less offended by my question than my grandmother because he simply chuckled. It was the man introduced as Harry Potter, the only man in normal clothes, who answered instead. "Not quite like Legend of Zelda, no. We don't use technology in the Wixen world. I only know of Zelda because I grew up with muggles." He pulled a long stick from the inside of his jacket, and pointed it in the air. He said something like "expect a patronum" while waving the stick in the air and a figure burst out of the stick's end. It was like a beam of light, but shaped like a stag. And it galloped around the room a few times before disappearing into thin air.
After that, I wasn't really sure what to say. I mean, what do you say to a person who just demonstrated real magic in front of you? Well, if you're not as dumb as me, you might ask about their current political affairs or what the monarch's role is in relation to them, or even why they are introducing themselves to the princess of a small principality of France when they happen to be from the United Kingdom. But, nope. I stupidly asked, "If you don't even know of Legend of Zelda, does that mean you don't know about Taylor Swift?"
If looks could kill, Grandmere would have murdered me on the spot. Do you think Wixen people can resurrect the dead? Or kill people with a glance? But the minister only laughed again. "No, your highness, I don't believe I've heard of Taylor Swift. My colleagues and I only wished to introduce ourselves, as we do with every local government leader. And compared to most, you've taken the news quite well."
Really? How did other people handle it? I'd acted like an idiot already. But feeling a renewed sense of pride in the fact that I hadn't failed as a princess, I finally asked some of the questions that were actually important. "I'm honored to meet you all, Minister Shaklebolt. What do I need to do with the intel that magic exists?"
"Nothing. Wixen people are governed by the Statute of Secrecy, which regards the existence of magic as a secret that should be kept from all muggles, except in the event that family bonds are created with muggle and wixen individuals. As a leader, it is necessary for you to know of our existence as well. Know of it, but do not speak of it with anyone outside of this room. We will not bother you unless working together becomes a necessity at any point in time during your rule."
"I suppose my boyfriend doesn't count as a family bond?"
"Amelia, please stop mentioning the Moscovits boy. You will have a more appropriate partner before taking the throne."
Then my dad asked, "And what of her mother? Can she know? I never even told Helen I was prince until I realized Mia was my only heir."
He had a point. Keeping something like this from mom would be next to impossible. Also, what about Lars? Was being left out of this meeting an indication that he was off limits? "And what about my bodyguard?"
The Minister seemed to consider this for a moment. "Your boyfriend is not considered family until such a time that you are wed. Your mother and bodyguard I suppose may know if keeping it from them becomes impossible. But do avoid telling them, if you can." Well that's a bummer. I have this huge revelation that I have to keep to myself. I can't even tell my best friends and boyfriend.
"Princess Amelia, do you have any more questions I can answer for you today?"
"If needed, who will be my point of contact within the Ministry for Magic?"
"That would be me, your highness," the only woman among the group answered. "Hermione Granger, Director of Wixen and Muggle Relations." She passed me the strangest piece of paper, like the type of paper Captain Jack Sparrow's Treasure maps would be printed on. "My contact information, if you ever need it. My office accepts muggle postage. And I'm muggle born so if you ever need anything, I should be able to assist."
The minister spoke up again. "Thank you again your majesties for taking time out of your day to meet with us. If you haven't any more questions, we'll be leaving now."
"Wait!" I exclaimed before they stepped back into the fireplace. I picked up the remote to the CD player and skipped to the fourth track. "You have to listen to this Taylor Swift song, A Place in this World. It basically describes my life."
Yup. As soon as they left, I'd be a dead woman. Just another victim of the royalty killing their bloodline stereotype.