Leftover Alphabet Soup

by Akira43

A series of oneshots written by me Akira43 , Ninja C, and Tassel 630. No chapter connections, no pairings--merely attempts to amuse and entertain ourselves both ourselves and our readers. Continuation of A Collab of Alphabetical Proportions

9. Hogwarts

Leftover Alphabet Soup

A/N: Oh, hey, I'm supposed to be typing this up, aren't I? Right, knew that.

Dislcaimer: To be honest, I'd rather have wings than own Max Ride. Unfortunately, I have neither.

H is for: Hogwarts
By Tassel630

I shot past the leader, hurtling toward my destination. He gave a shout of rage and leaned forward, accelerating... My heart hammering with adrenaline, I pushed my wings faster, pouring on the speed. Only another 500 yards... 200... 50 –

"GYAH!" I screamed as a loud buzzer erupted above my head.

"Calm down, Max," Ella muttered into her pillow as she rolled over and smacked the alarm clock into silence.

I tried to calm down my breathing as I relaxed my fighting stance and folded my half-unfurled wings. Alarm clocks are not a good idea for someone as paranoid as me.

Far too awake to go back to sleep now, I crept out of Ella's room and into the kitchen, passing Mom on her way to re-awaken Ella for school. Fang, the Gasman, and Iggy were already in the kitchen.

"Downside number one of visiting Mom: alarm clocks," I growled as I took the muffin and plate of eggs Iggy offered me. "Downside number two: reading Ella's books gives me really weird dreams."

"Upsides," Fang cut in. "Food, shelter, safety – "

"Downside number three: Fang speaks," I muttered. Who knew that Fang actually opened his mouth occasionally with proper nourishment?

"What was your dream, Max?" the Gasman asked, blond hair pointing in every direction.

I took a bite of muffin. "Some funky thing about going to Hogwarts and racing the Gryffindor Quiddich team," I said. Fang raised an eyebrow. "And I almost won, too!" I added.

"What's a Hogwarts?" Gazzy asked.

"A school," I told him through a mouth full of muffin.

"Ugh. That sounds even worse than The School."

"No, Gazzy, it's a good place," I said.

He wrinkled his nose. "Then why would they name it after a muddy animal and a skin condition?"

I sighed. "You'll have to read the book."

"No, thanks. I'd rather not read a book about a school for itchy pigs."

I let my face fall into my plate of eggs.

A/N: Mwahaha! Ninja C will bring you the next installment of Leftover Alphabet Soup, I is for Iggy Ignited!