Chapter 561 - Quattor Academy (1/2)

On the first day of four Academy's opening anxious and relieved parents woke their children early to put on their school uniforms. And after brunch being sent to wait on the road for enchanted school bus designated to pick them up and take them to school. There were small children, and even older squib and muquibs teens semi-excited to attend school.

On the edge of a small village is a group of over a dozen individuals gathered to see the pups of their pack off. Those that were going to Hogwarts in the following week were present as they still wished to see their younger siblings off to school. The most excited out of the bunch is the youngest member of their pack, a seven-year-old boy with wiry hair.

Reuben is rather excited as he bounces on the edge of his toes and keeps peeking down the road in excitement, before glancing back at his pack. At his side is Cody, the only muquib member of their pack, a glossy haired nine-year-old boy with a button nose. Rolling his eyes, Cody glances over at Jeremy.

The twelve-year-old boy almost thirteen shrugs as if to say, ”You'll survive.” Jeremy glances back down at the book he was reading and resumes where he left. Though every few seconds he'd glance up before glancing back down.

Sadie, an impish young woman with a crooked nose and older than Timothy takes the opportunity to tweak the tail of one of the young ones. Sadie gleefully tousles the neatly combed hair of Jeremy causing him to slap her hands away in a huff and try to fix his hair again. She rather gleefully dances away as the rest of the older pack members sigh at her antics.

Heskel, an old wizard with grizzled hair and bright eyes glares at the clever minx. ”Sadie,” he warningly said. ”Behave yourself, set an example for the pups.”

Sadie merely innocently bats her eyes at their surrogate father figure and says, ”But you're all so tense. They are only going to school and will be back later in the afternoon. Right Timothy?”

Everyone turns to glance at the recently turned seventeen-year-old, Timothy. The once thin youth had finally had a growth spurt over the last few months and now easily towered over most of them. Much more confident as a member of the A.P.D. he carried himself with pride and confidence.

Subconsciously Timothy touches the edge of the three vicious claw marks across his face, before removing his hand. ”Although Sadie has a point,” he acknowledged, ”but we should also maintain some measure of decorum.”

Heskel flashes the minx a triumphant grin as Sadie pouts and crosses her arms over chest. ”Spoilsport,” she hissed to Timothy, who innocently grinned back.

However, before a mild argument can break out the sound of footsteps cause them to glance up. The entire pack turns around to face the source of the footsteps. Only seconds after two golden haired female figures wearing school uniforms come into view. Both girls pause to blink and stare at the large group in front of them, before finally relaxing at noticing all the children wearing matching smaller uniforms as theirs.

Once closer the older more stern-faced girl says, ”Hello, there. Are all of you headed to Quattor too?”

”Yes!” Reuben, their youngest gleefully said.

”Oh good, so are we,” the older more stern-faced girl said. ”I'm Pauline, and I'm sixteen years of age.”

”Pleased to meet you,” the pack murmured politely in chorus.

The younger girl smiles flashing her dimples causing Timothy to feel a flush of heat on his cheeks. ”I'm Sophie, and I'm fifteen years old.”

”Hello Sophie,” the pack said again reply.

Ever curious, the bouncing Rueben asks, ”So are the two of you squibs or muquibs?”