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PostSubject: Wandering In The Supernatural   Tue Nov 10, 2009 1:14 am

Prologue

At this point in time, people chose to believe that strange events never occurred, bad things never happened, or will never happen again. It’s not surprising how wrong they are really. People effected by each of these disasters walk around everywhere, and there are some people that turned out peculiar after their parents or grandparents nearly died at one particular event. It was an explosion, a bombing of some sort in the south of England. People that survived were changed forever, and I know quite a few of these descendants myself. I know one extremely well, better than anyone. I am that person, and I am one of the most extraordinary people of this generation. My name is Georgina Howlett, and it’s not surprising everyone knows my name.

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PostSubject: Re: Wandering In The Supernatural   Tue Nov 10, 2009 1:15 am

Chapter One – George and Family

Diary Entry 308 (04/11/09)

I wake up to the same dream every morning, it’s getting tiring. The green flash, then the giant explosion that killed as many as it could will come shortly after. The people that I see in my dreams are horrible, splattered in blood and moaning about people they know who died. I would personally celebrate that I’m alive first, then see to the mourning of others. I see my distant relatives, people who I descended from alive and well. They got altered more than some people can believe though, and that’s why everyone will know me. My family was the only ones to show powers that were out of this world, until others found out that they possessed them too. They were pretty simple powers to be fair, but they grew gradually until they were really, really powerful. They could control the elements, like fire, ice and water. Nobody else had these particular powers, so it made sense that my family is proud of our history. They’re also proudest of me, the first descendant ever to possess the exact same powers as the first members of my family did. I’m proud of myself. Other kids envy me, when they see what I can do. I call everyone with powers Supernaturals, as it explains the strange and unearthly occurrences that we can do. So, here I go again, into that dream…


George shut her diary as hard as she could. True, it made her feel better to write it all down but she felt that it wasn’t so private when she did. Anyone can read a diary, so she was a little scared at times of her older brothers seeing what she had written. Once or twice she thought about setting the little book alight to keep her secrets safe, but eventually decided against this as her whole life was in there. So, she had kept it safe under her pillow, in a small flat box with a padlock. She had considered storing it in her cupboard where it would be harder to find; but decided not to as it was frequently visited by her parents and family to put clothes in, take clothes out or just to take something from the storage space at the bottom. So she had kept it under her pillow, safely bound and away from prying eyes. So there would be a huge event to write in, but at this point she had forgotten all about it.

After getting dressed and safely hiding her diary, George made her way downstairs where the rest of the family were currently eating breakfast. Chris and Will, her elder brothers, exchanged glances before looking up at their sister.
“Good morning.” They said together. They then grinned again broadly. George shook her head.
“What’s up with you? Why are you smiling?”
Her Mum interrupted just as Stephen opened his mouth to speak. Stephen was another one of George’s brothers, the eldest child of the family. “It’s shopping day today, remember? For the Academy supplies?”
Her dad walked in abruptly, with a look of interest upon his face.
“Don’t tell me you forgot you start at the Academy in three weeks?” Her parents looked at their daughter with trepidation. George gasped, and slapped her forehead. “No way! I totally forgot…” With that she grabbed a slice of toast, and dashed back upstairs to her room to change into her best clothes. Her family looked at each other, then began laughing.

Half an hour later, George returned from upstairs. Her hair was brushed, her face was washed and she had put on her favourite clothes, a red suit with red pumps. She thought she looked pretty good in this outfit, as she always wore it for special occasions. As she entered the kitchen, she noticed a pair of old brooms leaning against the far wall.
“What are they for?” She asked, while pointing towards them.
“To get to all the shops.” Her Dad replied.
George laughed. “Nice joke. So how are we really getting there?”
Her dad shook his head. “I wasn’t lying, I’m serious.”
George gulped; then slowly turned to look at the brooms again. “How does it work?”
Her dad chuckled. “It doesn’t work. That’s why I chose them. We are going to make ourselves fly. These are just something to sit on.”
George shook her head, he had to be bluffing, she just knew it. “What do you mean?”
“You’re an Elemental, figure it out.” Stephen had spoken this time, instead of her father.
“Wait… So you mean I have to propel this thing along all by myself? No way.”
“You don’t have a choice.” With that her brother thrust a broom into her hands, winked, then walked out of the room. George let out and exasperated sigh, then walked through the back door and began to practise on the broomstick.

It took George nearly ten minutes just to be able to hover in the air. She had never had to exert her powers this much before, and it was proving difficult to master. After about an hour, she could finally keep aloft long enough to fly through the air. She was glad to have the broom, but wished it was something a bit more comfy. It hurt to sit on it for too long. She groaned as her brothers came out of the house. Will and Chris were identical twins, and were just as annoying as each other. When she was five, they had taken her favourite toy and broken it. She had cried for weeks until they gave the money to get her a new one. It hadn’t lasted long though, as she herself had broken it after throwing it across the room. Her brother walked up to her, then laughed a little bit.
“It’s not that bad at Eastern.” Will said quietly. “It’s just a bit hectic when it comes to homework and classes. Also, the kids can be pretty annoying and stuff. It’s best to keep clear of people who aren’t your friends. God knows what powers they have.”
Chris looked like he was about to burst. Eventually he couldn’t hold it in and his loud laughter filled the air. His twin began to laugh too, shortly followed by George. Laughter in her family was highly infectious, so if one member started laughing there was no end to the chaos that followed. If did eventually stop of course, but only when they had all been scolded. That spoiled their fun, but they enjoyed the laughs.
“What’s so funny?” George asked, as her mother’s angry tones stopped the outburst of giggles.
“Nothing, it’s just that we thought you had ‘Supernatural’ powers.” Will chuckled silently, clutching his sides. Chris grinned, then continued.
“You might want to know that your padlock doesn’t work.”
George reached out to grab her brother, to hit him, but he had already turned and vanished.
“I hate them two…” She muttered under her breath. Now she had to find a new hiding place for her diary, somewhere where they wouldn’t be able to find it. Before she had chance to think of one, her father came striding up the lawn towards her, the other broom resting on his shoulder.
“Ready to go yet?” He asked, while he swung his leg over the wooden handle.
“All ready.” George replied, and copied her Dad.
“Good. Let’s go then!” He pushed off into the air, and hovered there for a moment until George joined him. Together they sped upwards, away from the house and into the sky.
“Why are we going this high?” George shouted as they entered the clouds.
“So nobody sees us.”
“Obviously… But why?”
Her Dad looked stunned. “Why are you asking so many questions?”
“Because I want to know the answers!”
He sighed, then shrugged. “I just don’t want any… You know, non-powered people seeing us. You know how they would react to seeing two people flying on broomsticks. They would think Harry Potter’s come alive!”
George laughed at the thought. “Oh well, where’s the first shop?”
“Just down a bit, come on, let’s go lower.”
George nodded slightly as she prepared to head down through the sky.
“Let’s go.”
With that they both swooped down under the clouds, and dived together towards the brightly lit city that stretched out below them.

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PostSubject: Re: Wandering In The Supernatural   Tue Nov 10, 2009 1:15 am

Chapter Two – Academy Shopping

George and her Dad arrived at the first shop within ten minutes of diving down. It was a small place, with brightly lit windows and tons of posters smothering the glass.
“This is Robinson’s Robes?” George couldn’t hide the faint trace of disbelief in her voice.
“Yes. It’s disguised of course, it doesn’t really have all those posters and such inside.”
George nodded slightly, then stepped up to the glass and peered through. Inside was three people, currently having a conversation. The people shook hands, then stepped away from each other.
“I wouldn’t stay too close if I were you.” Her Dad was grinning at her back.
George didn’t understand, but soon did shortly after. A bright flash made her pupils retract and a white spot appeared in her vision. It cleared in time for her to see that it was happening all over again, like time had been rewound.
“That’s what everyone sees if somebody looks. They won’t be able to see for too long of course, as you found out.” Her dad smiled casually.
“A warning would have been nice.” George muttered.
Her father shrugged, then stepped up to the glass himself. He began speaking, although it wasn’t directed at anyone.
“Arthur Howlett, Escorting Georgina Howlett to buy Robes for Eastern Academy.”
George gaped at the shop as it transformed into a brightly coloured building, with dummies displaying robes in the paper free windows.
“Won’t people see?” She asked, as the door materialised in front of them.
“No, everyone but the stated guests sees the normal shop. Come on, let’s go in.”
Her Dad pushed open the door and stepped inside. George followed a minute later, after she had watched several pedestrians staring at her. She thought about what they would be seeing, then chuckled. It must be weird for them to see us passing through glass…She smiled at them, then turned and stepped into the shop herself.

The first thing George thought was WOW. The shop was brightly decorated with different emblems and paints. There were shelves stacked high against the walls, each containing different articles of clothing. Shoes, Robes (of all colours), Shirts, Trousers, Jumpers, Jackets, Coats, and many more things all ordered by size. At the back of the room there were several doors, and each had a plaque attached. The far right was toilets, and the far left was changing rooms: Men. In the middle was changing rooms: Women. George stared at the walls and spotted some blood-red robes to the right of her. Her Dad thrust his arm out to stop her, just as her left foot had left the floor to go see.
“What?” George asked, dearly wishing to go find her size in that colour.
“Wait here.” Her dad replied.
“Why?”
“Because I said so!”
“OK, OK…. Sorry.”
Her Dad looked her up and down before smiling. He kept his eyes fixed on a door in the corner, which read ‘Carla Robinson’. Just as George looked at it, the door swung open and a young looking lady stepped through it. She was muttering to herself, and clearly wasn’t aware of George and her Dad’s presence yet.
“Darn suppliers… Can’t give me enough stock…” She looked up, straight into George’s eyes.
“Hello dear, are you new? You need everything?”
George merely nodded, while her Dad spoke. “Good morning Carla.”
The woman glanced sideways, just as her face split into a grin. “Arthur! Hi!”
George groaned. Conversations between adults were so boring. “Hello? Can we get on with it?”
Her Dad looked down at her, and frowned. Carla nodded towards George. “Planning on having any more kids? She’s your 5th, correct?”
George shook her head. “4th actually.”
“Don’t be rude George.” Her Dad said, loud enough for Carla to hear.
“No, she’s right. I forgot. Chris, Will and Stephen… I remember when they first came in here. They were so small. So, what colour do you want?” Carla smiled.
George grinned, as she began to piece together her new Academy uniform.

Half an hour later, George and her Dad were back outside. They each had a large bag, which contained all of the necessary clothing for her time at Eastern Academy. There was only one thing missing, and George frowned when she didn’t get it. Her father had explained briefly about it, but hadn’t gone into much detail. Apparently, when she reached the school, she was be placed in one of four houses. There was Sirius, which her whole family had been in; Capella, the other good house which her friends were mostly in; Vega, the house of semi-smart people; and Rigel, considered the worst house as all of the unlikable people (which included the stupid) were in it. Also, there were quite a few bullies in there. Will had told her about some of the worst people a few days ago, and how to avoid them if they came for her. She had felt slightly frightened at the prospect, but had been thrilled to hear she would probably be in Sirius. It was considered the best house of the four. George shook her head, and focused again. I won’t be in Rigel, I shouldn’t worry. She relaxed a little. Just as she settled to go into another daydream, a sharp click! sounded near her face.
“Hey, we’ve got to go to the other shops now!” Her Dad’s voice broke through her thoughts like ice.
“Right, Right…” Her voice sounded sleep-like as her leg was forced over the broom that had appeared in her hand. With one swift push they were off, into the air and heading for the Animal Emporium.

George stared at the shop. It was defaced in every way you could think of, as well as broken in places. She couldn’t help but show a look of disgust as her Dad moved towards the cracked glass window.
“I know it’s disguised, but why didn’t they improve the outer look?”
Her Dad chuckled.
“It’s supposed to look un-inviting, so that people who don’t know won’t know. Nobody wants anyone to stumble across these shops, it would cause chaos. And also a dispute about the entire situation. Nobody believed our ancestors when they said they had gained supernatural powers, so they formed a separate-”
“Civilisation, I know.” George rolled her eyes at him. “How do we get in this time?”
Her Dad raised an eyebrow, the answered her question slowly.
“Well, pretty much the same. I’ll let you do the introductions this time, shall I?”
George nodded slowly. “George Howlett, Accompanied by Arthur Howlett, to enter the Animal Emporium.”
George stared at the defaced window carefully. Nothing happened. Her Dad began laughing behind her.
“I think you’ll find you just were talking to a wall.”
Sure enough, when George turned back to face the window, it had been replaced by a high brick wall.
“So how do we get in?” George said, just as her eyebrow began to twitch.
“Follow me.” Her Dad walked straight towards the wall, where a hole appeared high enough to walk through. George muttered under her breath as she followed him, into a shop of wonder and excitement.

The Animal Emporium was a mad place. Animals were in cages along the walls, Animal food was in containers around the room; several large stools were dotted about. Her Dad walked up to a desk at the far side of the room, and rang the bell that had been drilled into the wood. Almost immediately somebody dashed through a door and appeared behind the desk with a smile fixed upon their face. After a close observation George saw it was a young man, dressed in a brown pinstriped suit and a small nametag attached near his collar.
“Good morning Arthur, Are you well?” He addressed George’s Dad like an old friend, who was just passing by like they did.
“Yes, thank you James. I’m here to hopefully get a good animal for my daughter today.”
James turned abruptly towards George. She felt like she was being x-rayed as his gaze travelled from her head to her feet.
“Your youngest child I believe?” He asked, while walking across the room towards the cages. “I suppose she’ll want one of these?” He opened four cages in turn, releasing each animal it contained. George gasped as a snowy white rabbit, a brown cat, a German shepherd dog and a black and white owl emerged from the cages.
“Wow…” She walked slowly towards the dog, which reared up immediately in an attempt to lick her face.
“Hahaha!” She laughed, as he jumped up with his tongue lolling out.
“Remus! Control yourself!” James ran to grab the dog’s collar as it got ever nearer to licking George clean.
“It’s fine, really…” She laughed again.
Remus was led back into his cage, where he snuggled up into his blankets and prepared to apparently have a snooze.
“I don’t think a dog would suit you…” James said, while the brown cat meandered over to George.
“Hello kitty.” George said softly, while stroking the delicate ears of the cat.
It purred loudly, clearly enjoying the attention. It strolled around George’s legs, all the while staring up at her with its green eyes.
George sighed as it turned around, retreating into it’s cage with a swish of it’s tail.
“I guess a cat doesn’t work either.”
James nodded. The rabbit had no intention of moving, so George moved closer instead. At the sight of her, it shuffled away. George went nearer again. The rabbit moved away once more. This continued until the rabbit had shuffled through the cage door and into a little hutch built into the back.
“Still no luck?” George’s Dad asked suddenly. “I think an Owl would be best for you. Chris has a Cat, Will has a Dog and if I remember rightly Stephen got a rabbit. I could never understand why… They’re so lazy…”
George shrugged, then faced the last member of the group which had appeared from the cages. Almost entirely white, the owl had black wings which gleamed in the light.
“Well if the owl doesn’t like me, I’ll be stuffed.” George sighed, then held out her arm. Enclosed within her grip was an Owl treat, which she held openly for the Owl to take if it wanted. Surprisingly, it didn’t go for the treat. Instead it flew onto George’s arm, where it hooted loudly. George smiled as it sat there, still and thankfully not hurting. James grinned.
“I think you’ve found yourself an Owl, miss.”
George grinned, and stroked the Owl’s back. “I think I have…”

A short while later Jetwing, George’s newly named owl, was perched inside a silver cage. It was quite light and had a big handle which was ideal for the circumstances.
“How are we going to get all of this home?” George shouted as the wind howled loudly.
“Easily, I hope.” Her Dad shouted back. “It might take a while, considering the weight. We might have to do some more shopping tomorrow!”
George nodded, unsure whether her Dad could see her or not. “Should we go home now? We can’t keep going much longer, my power will run out!”
She squinted through the fog and saw her Dad slightly dip his head.
“OK, let’s go!”
With that they headed downwards, towards the town. George grumbled as another disfigured shop came into view.
“You just said-”
“One more that’s all, I promise.” Her Dad shot a grin sideways as they touched down on the ground. George rolled her eyes, and then stepped forward to announce their business with the shop.

Inside, it was totally different to the other shops. Tables were evenly spaced within the large room, piled with books and pads and all manners of resources. Nearer the back on shelves were instruments that George’s didn’t especially like the look of. A boy around her age was staring up at a small one on the third shelf up. He reached up to grab it, but failed.
“Liam, No.”
A woman appeared from nowhere, apparently addressing the boy near the shelves.
“But Mum-“
“I said no.”
The woman narrowed her eyes as the boy kept arguing with her. Eventually he gave in, and looked sulky afterwards. He cast his eyes around the shop, and settled his eyes when they found George. He bounded over with such enthusiasm that the tables shook slightly as he bounced along.
“Hi, I’m Liam!”
Liam said when he had reached George.
“What’s your name?”
George looked quizzical as she answered.
“I’m George, Hi…”
“Hey. Are you starting the Academy this year too?”
George nodded, and then looked around for her Dad. She found him in deep conversation with a old man who was stood behind the pay desk. When he saw George looking, he beckoned her over with one hand.
“Got to go, sorry.”
She spoke to Liam quickly then stepped over to join her Dad.

“So… How much more is there?”
George was staggering under the weight of all the things being handed to her. One of everything was slowly being piled into her arms, which ached under the strain.
“Not much, just another wall to go.”
“Thanks, I feel so much better.”
George rolled her eyes. Her Dad made bad jokes that were anything but funny. She had always wondered how her Mum had managed to stand him for over twenty years. Suddenly a gap appeared in all her merchandise, just as half of it seemed to vanish. She looked around, and saw that Liam had taken some of it off her and was holding it.
“We have way too much stuff…” He pointed at his Mum, who was standing by the Pay desk looking flushed. All of the equipment had been piled on the space in front of her, and was slowly being scanned by the accountant.
“You’re telling me! George mumbled, as yet another book appeared in her arms.
“How are we supposed to get it all to school?”
“Beats me.”
Liam sounded as uncertain as George felt.
“Maybe in a suitcase?” George suggested.
“Nah, It’d be huge to be able to carry all this.”
George nodded in agreement. “But there’s not much choice, is there?”
Liam shook his head.
“There!”
George nearly jumped as her Dad spoke.
“Is that all of it?” She asked, not daring to breathe.
“Yep. Oh hello, who are you?”
George rolled her eyes as her Dad finally caught sight of Liam. While they introduced each other, George took what Liam was holding and went to wait in the queue. It looked as if Liam’s Mother had nearly done paying. As George waited, she suddenly spun around.
“I see Liam’s made a friend already. Have fun, won’t you?”
George nodded. “We will, thank you Mrs…”
“Mclean.”
George nearly laughed.
“Mrs Mclean, what powers does he have? I don’t want to hurt him by accident or something.”
She laughed. “That’s ok, it might do him some good. Oh look, here he comes. You can ask him to tell you.”
Sure enough, Liam was with them in an instant; grasping a broom in his hand.
“Mum, can I have-”
“No dear, I can’t afford it. All this shopping was more than I expected.”
Liam groaned. He looked crestfallen, seemingly on the verge of tears.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get one eventually!”
George tried to sound reassuring as she said it. Liam nodded, but shook his head a second later.
“I doubt it. Thanks anyway…”
George nodded, and then sighed loudly.
“What’s wrong?” Liam asked quietly.
“Nothing.” George replied hastily. “What powers do you have?”
Liam’s eyes lit up immediately, bright and happy looking.
“Well, My mum has invisibility powers, My Dad had something to do with elements, and I can do this.”
Liam stepped back from George, then stood quite still. He began to disappear, fading into the air. George gasped, then stood on guard. She could feel his presence, somewhere close… SMACK. She clutched at her head as the air hit her in small volleys. George spun around and sent an ice jet through the air. It must have hit something as a shape solidified in the space in front of her. She rushed over, grasped the shape. Even though she couldn’t see him, she could feel his shoulders at the same height as hers.
“Gotcha.”
A groan sounded through the air as Liam began to materialise again in the ice trap.
“Can y-y-you get t-t-this off m-me p-please? I-It’s c-cold….”
George obeyed and fire flared in her hands, Making sure it was as small as possible, she threw the flame onto the ice where it evaporated instantly. Liam shook his foot thoroughly as the remaining ice melted.
“I thought you said your Dad had element powers?”
Liam shrugged. “That’s my Dad though, isn’t it?”
“You should have got something of each element from him though…”
Liam shook his head. “My Dad only had the basics, Fire; Water; Air and Ground.”
George nodded distractedly. “Yeah…”
George jumped as a bag was swung in her face.
“Time to go, Come on.”
Her Dad was halfway to the door when George said her hurried goodbyes and shot across the room after him.

It took them half an hour to travel home with all the extra weight. George could have sworn her broom had creaked as a gust of wind struck her. It had been cold on the way, but her Dad hadn’t paid any attention to her moaning. He was too used to hearing her protest about things to be bothered anymore. George didn’t complain about this of course, but she did complain about lots of things. As they had reached their home village, her broom had given a nasty lurch which had nearly thrown her off. She had swore many times before getting told off by her Dad about it. They had managed to land alright, but had to sort out all of her new things. Jetwing hadn’t been too pleased about being jiggled about in his cage, But George had theorised that it was much better than being smacked against the metal bars while she flew. The Owl had seemed to understand as she told him this, and had been silent from then on. But when they stepped through the door, the most peculiar things had happened…

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PostSubject: Re: Wandering In The Supernatural   Tue Nov 10, 2009 1:16 am

Chapter Three – The Week Before The Mayhem

George stared at her kitchen table. There were many boxes on the top, stacked tall in columns that towered over the people surrounding it. There was a particularly large one at the very bottom, which was labelled; Trunk.
“What’s all this?”
George’s Dad pushed through the doorway and stared at the table.
“Don’t know Dad, It just appeared…”
George squinted through the sunlight to see Stephen with his back to the wall.
“It just appeared?”
George repeated this and gasped.
“Dad, It’s my school stuff! The big one is my trunk, and the rest is…. Is…..”
“Exactly, we don’t know.”
Will had appeared in the kitchen, carrying another package.
“Another one just came in.”
“What is going on…”
George stared up at her Dad as he began pacing up and down. Such an action from him was usually a bad sign. Finally he stopped, drew out a chair and sat down on it. He looked strangely happy for a troubled person.
“It’s ok, I know what it they are. The letters-“ (Steven held them up) “-contain your school lists. Now, we know from experience everything you all need, so I suppose there won’t be anything there that surprises me. However, I will check, just to be sure.”
George just watched as her father opened all the letters one by one. He had left George’s for last, which was odd considering she was the new student. She tried to look over at the twin’s lists, but her dad was too quick. Quick thinking and Reading seemed to be a family heirloom, passed around all over the place. It took George a day to read most books, if she focused properly. She wasn’t always attentive however, so occasionally it took 2-4 days. When her Dad reached her letter, his groan was just loud enough for her to hear.
“What have we missed?” George asked immediately.
“You need…. A broom. Like that young friend of yours wanted. I think there might be one in this pile somewhere.”
“But he couldn’t get one! But if he needs one, how come his mum-”
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll just have to go and get one for him tomorrow.
George gasped.
“Are you serious?”
Will sniggered. “Wow Dad, I never knew you were so kind.”
George frowned. “I guess…”
Her Dad nodded slowly. “I know it’s unusual, but it would be seriously unfortunate if he couldn’t have one…”
George looked ecstatic, while Will looked crestfallen.
“I’ll remember when someone I know needs something, to ask you if you’ll go get it for them.”
Will muttered under his breath until he had all three pairs of eyes staring at him.
“Joking, joking….” He mumbled, before disappearing to his bedroom upstairs.

George sighed as she thought of the following day. More shopping, more fun. At home, she never had much to do. Her everyday choice of pastime was to read, but ever books got a little boring after reading too many. So she was glad to have heard she was going to boarding school, where she would be able to have fun and be active all the time. At least, her hope was that she would be enjoying herself thoroughly during her time there. And if not…. Well, she would just have to make it fun. Whether the kids agreed it was fun or not, she knew how to really get a party going. A party of sorts, anyway….

George stared as she opened each box. She had worked through three quarters of the pile, most of which had contained useful items that would be handy for the different lessons that were taken at Eastern Academy. She had found her broom, which looked really good and was shiny with polish. She had waved it around in Will's face for a while, until he had threatened to snap it. She had hurriedly put it away after that. George had spent a few minutes staring at her letter, wondering what each lesson which was written down would be like. She had decided that Displaration would be a good one. Showing off was her kind of thing, so that was decidedly her favourite class, even without the experience. She had hoped that her tutors would be good, so that she could get along well with them. Many people knew her Dad, Arthur, as he worked for the council. A great deal of strangers too seemed to recognise George wherever she went, as they honed in on her and asked her if she was well or how her family was. It had grown a customary experience over the years, but gradually she had received less attention each year. Now she received nods and waves, not anything like her old greetings. She missed it slightly, the attention had made her feel important. She was important anyway, as the only Full on Elementalist in the area. George was quite proud of that.

The last box stood empty on the table, having held a revealer three minutes before. After much tugging, pushing and ripping George had managed to open all of the mysterious boxes that had appeared in the hallway over half an hour. She had found many interesting things, but her trunk was probably the most interesting item of all. Emblazoned with the Eastern Academy logo, it was very spacious. She had spent many minutes looking at it, opening all the different pockets and compartments that would soon be filled to the brim with school supplies. Jetwing was to remain in his cage over the journey, as he of course wasn’t allowed in an enclosed space. George had wondered again how they were going to get to the School, which was located far south of Leeds where she lived. She was quite happy with her house. It was quite spacious, with 3 bedrooms, a large loft and a really good historical look. The bricks had worn down a bit over time, but they were as strong as ever. After thinking about the different environment she would be living in from next week, she had gone straight to her Dad and asked how you got there and what it was like. After a minute of laughing, they had managed to strike up a conversation on the matter. George pressed on a bit harder after she felt his answers weren’t satisfactory.
So she tried again.
“Dad, tell me, how exactly do we get there?”
Her Dad shrugged.
“I only just told you, did you already forget?”
George shook her head.
“No, but I want more detail.”
George looked hopeful as her Dad’s head tipped a fraction.
“Well… alright. Should we go sit down?”
George nodded slowly as they passed through the kitchen and through into the living room, where they both sat on the comfy chairs which were against the far wall near the stairs.
“So, where to begin…”

George nodded a fraction.
“So we board a train in Crossgates, then it takes us south to the school? And from there we just walk?”
George frowned as her Dad chuckled.
“I’m sure Will and Chris will show you the way. Or Stephen, for that matter.”
George groaned, just as her stomach rumbled.
“But I would much prefer-“
“I know you would. But you’ll have to be taught before you learn.”
George nodded, annoyed.
“Right, I’ll remember that. I think I’ll go read.”
With that she zoomed upstairs, and into her room where she began reading her favourite book.

Three hours had passed before George had set foot downstairs again. She had managed to read 300 pages or so from the point she had started from. It had been quite interesting, because although she was reading a book, it almost seemed in her head she was writing one too. The last sentence she could remember had gone something like this;

While I slept, My friends came to haunt me. My dreams, My nightmares, all were crushed and infiltrated by comrades. Whether a battle was due to take place I do not know, as I awoke within minutes of this intrusion.

It had been strange for her to hear those words echoing inside her own mind. George had considered telling her Mum but had decided against it. So she had to endure half an hour of the sentence resounding through her head, making no more sense whatsoever. No matter how many teams she heard the phrase; it didn’t change anything as far as she was concerned. She sighed, then carefully stepped down the stairs and into the kitchen. As she entered she could see that her Mum was already trying to fit all of her equipment into the trunk.
“Mum! You don’t have to worry about anything like that yet! I start next week!”
George’s mum straightened up and looked her daughter in the eye.
“If I don’t do it now, you won’t ever do it. You’re too lazy for you own good. This is going to be a hectic week, I’ll tell you now.”
She was right of course. After leaving the room George knew that her Mum was right. It was going to be a busy week next week.
And George found out only too soon.

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PostSubject: Re: Wandering In The Supernatural   Tue Nov 10, 2009 1:16 am

Chapter Four – The Journey South

The last minute rush had finally arrived. George was grabbing anything useful that was in sight, perhaps a few things that weren’t also. Her Mother and Father ran about complaining, cursing their children for being untidy. George had tried to keep out of the way so they would be ready faster, but her plan had not succeeded. It seemed she was dragged into everything, which made her feel tired and stressed. Eventually they were ready, all things packed and ready to go. George dashed out to the car, where she heaved her heavy trunk into the boot. As she did so, her mind began to wander. How are all our trunks gonna fit in here? She wondered. How are we going to look with all these animals? Before she had enough time to think., her family were bustling to get all the stuff into the car. George threw herself out of the way as a trunk swung into the boot.
“Sorry sis”
Will muttered this to her quietly, then opened the back car door and slipped in. George sighed, then walked to the front of the car. She opened the front door and slid onto the passenger seat. Being careful not to trap anything, She slammed the door shut as another one opened. Will, Chris and Stephen were all squashed on the back seat holding their animals, looking rather uncomfortable. When they saw George looking they grinned at her. She smiled back, as she knew how uncomfortable it was herself. Jetwing was perched on her knee in his cage. She poked an owl treat through the bars, just before she was flung around as the car set of at a relatively high speed.

The journey took less than ten minutes to complete. By half past 9 they were dragging the trunks along the path that led to the train station entrance.
“Which car are we taking from here, Dad?”
Stephen had fallen into step beside his father, talking quietly so no one could here. George gasped and walked quicker. When she was close enough, she whispered into her Dad’s ear.
“You said we went on a train!”
“Did I? Oh yes, last night?”
George nodded slowly, keeping her eyes on the people around them.
“Well I lied. You do get on something here, but it isn’t a train.”
George growled her displeasure.
“And why did you lie, may I ask?”
Her Dad turned his head slightly in her direction.
“Because I couldn’t help but notice you were reading Harry potter again this week.”
Before George could say anything, he had turned the corner and was striding towards the station entrance. Muttering quietly under her breath, George and her brothers followed him in.

George stared around. There were people everywhere. Older kids were accompanying men and women as they boarded the trains which were available. George came to notice a small knot of people, standing quite still and grasping baskets or cages. Beside them were- George couldn’t believe it- Trunks, exactly like the one she was dragging along behind her. She stared around for her brothers and saw they were heading right, towards track 15. George glanced at the group again, each of which were staring intently at her.
“Um… Are you new to Eastern too?”
She asked this quite timidly, after remembering her Will’s advice that he had given a week ago. George was relieved to see that they nodded, and didn’t do anything else.
“Follow me and my family if you don’t know where to go.”
George stared hard at the far wall, and managed to catch a glimpse of her brothers as they turned the corner.
“Come on!”
George shouted, as she ran across the room and after her family. A great squabbling told her all the other kids were following, which made her nervous again. She kept on going, right round the corner and sighed with relief as her father came into view.
“There you are! Come on, or there won’t be room for you to get in with the others…”
He paused slightly when the group appeared, looking breathless and slightly worried.
“They didn’t know where to go, I told them to follow us.”
George looked relieved as her Dad smiled widely.
“Of course, right this way…” With that he strode off, with the group and George trailing behind him.

“So…”
George looked around. They were in a small room, aged and covered with dust.
“Excuse me, why are we here?”
A small boy from the group of people had spoken up. His voice was deep and he looked confused, as did everyone else.
“This is where the entrance to the Parking area is.”
George raised an eyebrow as her Dad gestured towards the blank wall in front of them.
“How is that an entrance? It’s a wall!”
Another boy had spoken, who had short brown hair and eyes that shone.
“Don’t be rude, Timothy!”
A tall girl had spoken sternly to the boy called Timothy, who now looked as if he was about to blow up.
“IT’S TIM, NOT TIMOTHY!”
George jumped as he bellowed into the silence. Apparently she wasn’t the only one either, Everyone had been shocked in one way or another.
“Calm down, Tim.”
A surly boy had entered the room, carrying a box and pulling his trunk. George stared at the box carefully. It was producing loud spitting noises.
“Oh… sorry Max.”
Tim looked down at the floor, obviously embarrassed about what he had just done.
“That’s OK.” Max said quietly. “Just don’t shout.”
Tim nodded, and then dragged his trunk towards the wall. He reached out to touch the bricks, while everyone held their breath. Max just snorted.
George sighed as Tim’s fingers touched the wall. He looked crestfallen as he flattened his palm against the surface, as if to make sure it was really there. Once again, the small boy repeated his question.
“How do we get to the Parking area?”
George looked at her Dad as he turned to face her.
“George, you remember how we got into the shops, don’t you?”
George nodded, then smiled as a look of realisation appeared on her face.
“I get it now!”
She plonked Jetwing’s cage down, passed the handle of her trunk to her and went to stand in front of the wall.
“George Howlett, along with other students, to gain access to the Parking area. We wish to set off for Eastern Academy.”
The effect was almost instantaneous. The wall melted away and a large door shaped hole appeared. George blushed furiously as one of the boys from the group clapped.
“Very well done. I would’ve never been able to figure out the right words.”
Her Dad smiled, then began speaking.
“Shall we go through?”
Everybody nodded. George took the cage and her trunk back, and was allowed to be first to go through. She smiled at everyone, then stepped through the hole. As she did so, her feet left the ground and her head began to hurt. She felt herself moving, but where she wasn’t sure.
“So that’s how.”
She mumbled, as everything went black.

“I don’t think- Wait, her eyes are flickering!”
George groaned as voices mumbled over her. She felt bad, hurting.
“What happened…?”
Her vision came into focus. Her Dad was knelt beside her, with her brothers standing above her.
“You fainted I suppose, can’t think why.”
“Going through, I felt terrible…”
Her Dad nodded in an understanding way.
“It happens to everyone the first time, you’ll be fine. Come on, they’re nearly all gone!”
George struggled to her feet, wondering what her Dad was talking about. And there they were. Quite tall, but really roomy, around fifteen cars were parked around the room. George gaped as the boot of the car in front of them opened, to reveal a spacious boot.
“Great, they’ll all fit in nicely…”
George sighed and let her Father load her trunk in. Just as she turned back around to get in, a loud shout made her whip around.
“George!!!”
Liam was running towards her, his arms flailing wildly.
“I thought I wouldn’t catch you! Is it ok if I come in this car? I don’t have any family with me…”
George looked at her Dad who had poked his head from round the other side of the car.
“There’s plenty of room, I’m sure you’ll fit.”
George couldn’t help but smile as she slid in beside Will.
As Liam got in, Will leant in and whispered in George’s ear.
“He your new boyfriend?”
George gasped and punched her brother on the arm.
“Ouch! What in the world was that for?”
Despite being in pain, he couldn’t conceal the large grin which had spread across his face.
“No, he’s not.” George snapped, before turning around to face Liam. Soon they were in deep conversation about what it was going to be like when they got there.
Will, Stephen and Chris, who already knew what it was like, shrugged and began to talk about their powers. It was a common discussion, which George had had quite enough of over the past six weeks. Suddenly the car jolted, causing Jetwing to squawk in alarm.
“It’s okay…”
George said to the bird, in an attempt to calm him down.
“Everything’s fine.”
She looked at Liam again, who had busied himself with looking out of the window.
“What’s up?”
George asked this quite quietly, so that Will and The others wouldn’t hear. Liam turned so slowly he might have been a statue.
“We’ve left the ground… We’re off! We’re going!”

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PostSubject: Re: Wandering In The Supernatural   Tue Nov 10, 2009 1:17 am

Chapter Five – Upon Arrival

George looked at him with disbelief.
“You’re kidding.”
“I’m not!”
“He’s not.”
George swung around to face Will again.
“Keep-out-of-this!”
She hissed, before turning to Liam. She spoke with her normal British accented voice again.
“Let me see.”
Liam moved obediently and switched places with George. She stared out of the window. Indeed, Liam was telling the truth. All around them were clouds, fluffy looking and grey.
“I can tell it’s going to rain tonight.”
George looked across at Stephen, who was staring out of the window. He turned to face George.
“So, who’s your boyfriend?”
He gestured towards Liam.
George blushed furiously while Liam stared at the ground.
“We’re just friends.”
He mumbled out those words quietly, before looking across at George. She had turned bright red, appearing to represent a tomato.
“We don’t date.”
George got impressively redder, which soon turned out to be purple after she had been fuming for a few more minutes.
“Leave it, it’s ok…”
Liam spoke slowly to her, afraid of the fact she might blow up in his face.
The colour drained out of George’s face as quick as it had appeared. She was back to her pale-skinned self. But still had that defiant scowl fixed upon her face.
“We DO NOT-“
“OK, OK, we get it sis!”
Chris had spoken for the first time to her this morning. It was his way to jump in at the last second.
George nodded, fuming, while Liam looked bewildered.
“Does she always do that?”
He whispered to Will, who stifled his laugh for a cough.
“Sometimes.”
He whispered back his answer as quietly as Liam had asked the question.
“Once, she turned bright green. It was funny…”
Liam nodded, not finding it funny at all.

George calmed down over the next half an hour. Will and Chris had taken to playing chess, which George could never understand the point of.
“I just don’t get why they are so fascinated by it… I mean, it’s just moving little figures around on a board really.”
Unfortunately for George, her twin brothers had heard her and were now engaged in the argument version of war. Liam tried not to hear, but some things were just unavoidable.
“Well, chess is much better than stupid scrabble!”
Liam blinked. George’s favourite game is scrabble? He thought, wondering what on earth she would say to retaliate.
“It’s much better than chess; at least your mind actually works in scrabble!”
“So your mind isn’t working when you have to decide why piece to move?”
George’s face flushed pink.
“Well, your brain works harder in scrabble because you’re using letters to make words! It helps with your vocabulary and spelling!”
Liam rolled his eyes. She was going to turn red and moment, he could just tell. And before that happens…
“Would you guys just give it a rest?”
George and the twins turned their heads slowly towards Liam. He gulped. George had turned green like the twins had described. He vaguely thought of someone who was about to be sick.
“Sure, I guess…”
George nearly gagged as Chris spoke, carefully and without any hint of emotion.
“Come to your senses, have you?”
With that, George had set off a new argument. Liam sighed, and decided to read one of the many reading books he had packed to bring with him.

The argument had lasted for another hour, by which time they were nearing their destination – Eastern Academy. There was actually two other Academies in the country, Western and Central. Nobody knew why they had been named like that, as Eastern Academy was in the south; Western in the north and Central in the- well, middle. Central Academy had been the first of the three to open, over 200 years ago. It had been opened when George’s great ancestors and other people’s had gained their powers, and needed an education on how to control them properly. Of course, as it was so early not many people were good to teach the children how to control their new abilities, but nonetheless they had managed alright. The students (George’s Ancestors and other people’s Ancestors) had become well enough educated to be able to use their powers safely and controlled. George had gazed into space at the thought, but now she had come to wonder whether her ancestors had really been educated that well. Or had they just improvised? Nobody knew. And everyone was right not to know…

“George, look! There it is!”
George leapt from her seat (very hard to do, not a very high ceiling) and moved closer to the window and stared down. There, stretching along the horizon was Eastern Academy, glistening with light from the sun.
“Wow…”
“Oh please, it’s nothing really. Wait until you get inside.”
George frowned at Chris, not understanding what he meant.
“But it looks great now, so does it look even better inside?”
“You’ll see.”
George hated it when he did that. Liam poked George in the ribs.
“Are your brothers always this…. Well, annoying?”
“Totally.”
Liam nodded, and then stared out of the window. The Academy was getting closer, and closer, and closer…

George stepped from the car onto the grass. It had landed quite smoothly, which had surprised her. She had thought it would have been bumpy, after heading at the ground on an angle. But she had been wrong.
“Move!”
George jumped out of the way as Liam and the others clambered out. While Chris, Will and Stephen got the luggage from the boot, Liam and George took the time to stare up at their home for the next couple of months.

“First Years, This way please.”
George jumped as an elderly woman shuffled towards them, beckoning all of the youngest students towards her.
“Come on.”
Liam only followed as George dragged her trunk along, Jetwing’s cage bashing against it. This resulted in loud hoots from the agitated owl.
“Let him out, He’ll be fine.”
George jumped as the woman addressed her.
“Won’t he get lost or something?”
“Think about it, Owls are nocturnal. They see best in the dark, and sleep during the day. He’ll come inside when it’s morning. Now, Right this way.”
George looked back over her shoulder and saw a mass of people following the elderly woman. She tried to count, but her hand was always knocked away when she had reached a high number. They kept walking until they reached the school gates. They each had a miniature sculpture of the explosion on them. George stared at them for a while, lost in thought over why these would be significant to the school. But then she understood. The explosion had been the start of the powers, it had been the beginning for the school. George nodded enthusiastically when she had finally understood them now. She looked around at the other students, to find they were all staring at her. She stopped nodding abruptly.
“Now then, who wants to be sorted first?”
All of the students turned to face the woman again. Nobody volunteered.
“Oh well, we’ll do it in register order then I think. I suppose you’re wondering who I am?”
A few of the students nodded, still unable to speak.
“Now, my name is Mrs Shaw, and I’ll be your History teacher. As this young girl noticed, the explosion which caused powers has been the symbol of the school ever since it was made. Does anybody know when it was built?”
George had gone a little red when Mrs Shaw had pointed to her, but her hand shot up to answer the question as the fire left her cheeks.
“Yes, young lady?”
George grinned when she was chosen to answer.
“It was founded a month later, in January. The precise date is the 30th, which also happens to be my birthday.”
Mrs Shaw nodded vigorously, apparently impressed.
“Yes, well done. And your birthday as well? You’re not dear Arthur’s daughter are you?”
George nodded.
“Ah yes. You were named after your great ancestor George Howlett actually. She was one of the first to gain powers you see. She helped to save Cinotime I think… Yes, She helped save Cinotime from danger. A very noble woman indeed… We have a painting of her in school if you would like to see it later. And of course, you’re the only Fullon supernatural in this century, apart from the great ancestors of the other three?”
George blinked.
“There’s only four of us in this century, Miss?”
“For quite a few centuries I should think. Anyway, to the sorting!”
George looked around, and wondered who the other three could be. Before she could decide on someone, three boys parted from the group and headed towards her.
“Wow, It must’ve been embarrassing in the spotlight…”
George nodded slowly.
“I’m guessing you three are the other Fullons?”
They all nodded.
“All named after our ancestors like you, imagine that.”
George laughed.
“Come on, if we hurry we can sit next to each other.”
The three nodded, and followed George as she hurried up the steps after the other students.

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PostSubject: Re: Wandering In The Supernatural   Tue Nov 10, 2009 1:17 am

Chapter Six: The Sorting

George kept near the front of the group as they were led through many rooms and passages. From what they had seen George could already tell this place was immense. And she could understand now what Chris had meant. Every room in this place was brightly lit, clean and warm. It was like home, open and welcoming when you want to relax and be free.
“Chris was right.”
George jumped slightly as Liam whispered in her ear.
“Don’t do that… You made me jump!”
“Sorry.”
They walked on without another word, too lost in their surroundings. George looked back to see the three other Fullons following behind the group, deep in conversation. When they noticed George was watching, they beckoned her towards them. Liam looked back as well, but didn’t pay them much attention. George shook her head, then beckoned them to come to her instead. They refused, so none of them went anywhere. As they walked, George looked at all the art which was covering every wall. There was portraits and pictures, sculptures and drawings which had been put up throughout the years Eastern Academy had been open. George caught sight of a couple she liked, but then was bustled away with the group. Eventually they arrived in a large circular room, within which were four massive Pictures, each containing a proud looking man. Except for one. George gasped as she saw it, her ancestor. She rushed to the foot of it, where a golden plaque read:

George Howlett (Formerly known as Georgina)
Born 30th January 1997
One of the saviours of Cinotime.
Family: Lots.

George stared at the plaque.
“Miss?”
Mrs Shaw came over, and smiled when she noticed what she was looking at.
“Ah yes. Your ancestor. I think you’re surprised she was born on the same date as yourself?”
George nodded, while staring up into George Howlett’s big, grinning face.
“She was undoubtedly one of the best students there has ever been. Naturally, her powers were something extraordinary… Gaining a new one each year… It was mad.”
George looked at Mrs Shaw.
“She gained a new one every year?!?!”
Mrs Shaw nodded.
“Yes. It was strange for the teachers of that time, but still…”
George sighed happily. Learning of her family’s history was going to be fun.
“Also, why doesn’t it say the date when she died?”
The question had escaped George’s mouth before she had had chance to stop it.
“She isn’t dead.”
George gaped widely. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard.
“She isn’t…. Dead?”
“No. Eventually she gained the power to regenerate-”
(George frowned at the word)
“-Basically to be born again. She still remembers the day of the explosion, she told me about it once. The green flash, then the giant explosion that killed as many as it could will come shortly after…”
George gasped loudly. Those were the exact words she heard in her head! In that dream! She didn’t dare say anything, but the old woman’s smile said it for her.
“Realise who you are now?”
George nodded frantically.
“A very connected family member. I can hear her memories!”
Mrs Shaw blinked for a moment, then nodded slowly.
“Well yes, I suppose you are dear. Ah, here’s the headmistress now…”
George whirled around. The group was parting to allow a old looking woman to pass. Her hair was tied in a bun, and she was striding towards George with such speed she thought she might get ran over. Before she got too close, George stepped out of the way and re-joined the group in the middle of the room.
“That’s the headmistress, Mrs Prenglance. She’s quite strict, some people say. Well, my brothers.”
George saw the boy Tim was speaking rather loudly to the person standing next to him. George grinned at Liam when Mrs Prenglance began speaking.
“Hello students, and welcome to your first year at Eastern Academy. My name is Mrs Prenglance, and I am your headmistress. I am here as some of you will know, to sort you into one of the four houses. Sirius, Capella, Vega and Rigel. You will placed by what powers you possess. This does not mean you have great or bad powers, but this is the tradition of the school. We are in the room of founders at this very moment. The people displayed on the walls are the people who chose the houses, chose the rules, and chose how to run the school because they were the first four to decide to open the school. They of course attended themselves; even though they were their own teachers. Now, Mrs Shaw, If you would…”
Mrs Shaw nodded respectfully at Mrs Prenglance, just before speaking herself.
“I would like each of you in turn to some forward and display your powers. Do not fear; There will be no accidents that cannot be reversed. Now, in register order I will call your name. Please step forward and show off however you please.”
George shuffled to the front of the group, into a position where she could see quite well. Just before Mrs Shaw cleared her throat, the three boys who were Fullons came up to George.
“Let’s go up there, we’ll be able to see best.”
George nodded, and they moved next to a pillar a few metres away. And then the sorting began.

“John Austin!”
A tall boy from the back came forward. He held out his arms and they disappeared. Eventually he totally vanished.
“Capella!”
Mrs Prenglance shouted. The group clapped a little until he reappeared. A door opened in the wall in one corner.
“Go through there please.”
John Austin nodded, and stepped through. The door clanged shut immediately behind him.
“Now, that is how the sorting shall work. Each corner has one of the house colours painted on the door. Sirius, Silver; Capella, Yellow; Vega, Red and Rigel, Purple. Please go through the door of that corner when you are chosen. Now, the next person…”
George watched as all of the people got called out and read out to go display. Apparently the three boys whom were Fullons were name Viro, Zyle and Moz. She had shook each of their hands solemnly after learning their names. Finally, It was George’s turn.
“George Howlett!”
She walked in front of everyone slowly. She didn’t know what to do. So she asked.
“Which one should I do?”
“Any you like. All of them, If you feel it necessary.”
George nodded after hearing the headmistress’s advice. So she did all of them. First, Fire. A small ball appeared in her hand, which she threw in a game of catch between her hands. After a few moments she held her hands out wide, the fireball resting on her palm. After a moment, a small raincloud appeared over her hands, which expelled water. It doused the flame, but then the most strangest of things happened. A small flower bud seemingly grew from her hand, opening eyes and ears all around the room. With a faint pop the bud sprang open, having grown exceedingly fast. Eventually a rock was in front of her, in her right palm while the plant had been transferred to her left. She squished the plant with the rock hard. It caused her a little stab of pain upon impact, but the real pain was all the gasps from the crowd. It was slightly un-nerving, so she stopped for a moment.
“Are you finished Dear?”
George shook her head as the words drifted over in Mrs Shaw’s subtle tones.
“No, not yet.”
George concentrated. It was hard, what she was about to do; and it was costly if you got it wrong. And that’s when she vanished.

“Where is she?”
The whole of the crowd was in panic. All except the teachers of course. They just smiled.
Suddenly, Liam shouted something.
“Look, there!”
Everyone turned around to face the way Liam was pointing. The faint image of George was appearing, Smiling and Laughing with her arms folded. And then she was solid, fully there and laughing her head off. The two teachers decided to join in, and soon everybody was laughing. But it wasn’t over, George hadn’t finished.
“One more to show, then it’s somebody else.”
She shouted this loudly over the laughing kids, who turned to face her so rapidly several necks cracked horribly loud. All of them fixed their eyes on George who just stood there staring right back. And then there were two of her. And then three. The little crowd gasped as George appeared all around them, all the same and staring right at them.
“Duplication!”
Somebody shouted it out excitedly. The teachers began clapping just as George was one again.
“Excellent, really excellent… Now, next….Oh wait, your house…”
George stayed to watch the whole group go. The other Fullons each had their turn, whih showed the other powers George had heard about over the years. Viro Letourneau, the tallest of the boys; with shadow powers which allowed him to enter the shadow dimension at will. Zyle Johnson, a smaller boy; who has powers inherited from his Shinigura ancestor which included the ability to control weaponry. And Moz Swallow, the smallest of them; who could run very fast and could movetime forwards or backwards in small bursts at will. George had grinned at each of them as it had been their turn, and had clapped louder than anyone when they had finished. All of them had been placed in Sirius, which George had been extremely proud of.
“My family’s house! Excellent…”
They had all nodded. It was going to be fun, they could just tell. And George knew it more than ever when they stepped through the Grey Sirius door.

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PostSubject: Re: Wandering In The Supernatural   Fri Nov 13, 2009 9:23 pm

Chapter Seven – The First Day

George had followed the guide for the girls up to her room. Apparently Each girl got their own room, which George found extremely nice.
“The school is bigger on the inside, due to Mr Williams. He is an expert with spatial dimensions.”
George nodded, knowing that Mr Williams would probably have spatial powers. The girl lead her up a staircase, with corridors that lead off at regular intervals. Finally, at the top of the tower (it had grown to be a tower after a while) she stepped right and walked up to a small circular door.
“This will be your room. Feel privileged; only Fullons sleep this high.”
George detected a tinge of envy in the girls voice, which she spoke about priefly before she had managed to disappear down the stairs.
“So I’m up here alone?”
The girl nodded curtly.
“You may use any of these rooms, or even all of them if you wish. But this is your default room, so you will have to enter here first.”
With that she disappeared from sight, descending down the stairs and back to ground level. George tried to move the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. Instead, a shrill voice echoed from the walls and floor around her. The voice made George cringe, just as it began to speak.

Oh young student, how you frown
You can’t get in, only down
So state your name, and intent
To go within, without lament.

George rolled her eyes. Yet again, the state-your-name-and-enter thing. So she did.
“George Howlett, rightful occupant of this floor of Eastern Academy. Elemental Fullon, partial teleporter and Duplicator.”

Very well, the door shall part
And you shall sleep within it’s heart.

“Oh shut up.”
She moved through the door as it swung open, and smiled when she saw her new room. It was painted blue, with a red carpet and a large window. She dashed to her bed, which was adorned with her luggage. Jetwing’s cage was next to the window, on top of a small table which gleamed in the evening sun. A great view could be seen from the window, and George knew she was going to feel at hom. She laid back on her bed, relaxed and watched as birds and trees moved outside. Eventually she decided to read, so she withdrew a book from her bulging suitcase. At random she had managed to pick out Invisible City; a rather good favourite of hers. Silently, she opened it to the first page and began reading.

George awoke with a jolt; she had apparently fallen asleep while reading. Her watch lay on her bedside table, which she snatched up to stare at the time. 7:00am. She couldn’t believe she had fallen asleep while reading, until the next day too! What time did they eat at here? Breakfast would have been served at half seven at home. She didn’t know what time they served their breakfast here. Did they get called by a teacher when it was time? She jumped as the bell rang again, dispelling all her thoughts of food. Then a loud, posh sounding voice spoke through the speakers, which told George it was some sort of Announcement.

“Can all Fullons please go to the Founders hall immediately. Further instructions will be given when you arrive. Thank you.”

George groaned immediately, without thought or hesitation. Yet another situation where she was separated from the other students. But at least she wasn’t alone. Zyle, Moz and Viro would be there as well. So she might as well get on with it.

Five minutes later, after getting changed into some clean clothes, he headed down the spiral staircase that lead down into the main school. As she passed, doors slammed around her after nervous eyes had been looking out at her. I wonder what they are afraid of… George thought. It can’t be me, can it? She shook her head, answering her own question.
“No, I’m being silly…”
But her mind changed again when another door slam resounded in her ears.

After three minutes of continuous descent, George arrived down at the bottom of the staircase. She hadn’t realised how tall the tower was.
‘The school is bigger on the inside, due to Mr Williams. He is an expert with spatial dimensions.’
That’s what that girl had said. Now George could truly comprehend the heights the school could reach. As she stared around the room at te base of the tower, she saw it was some kind of living space. People were sat in armchairs and on sofas which were placed around the room. Another picture of George’s ancestor was hung above the marble fireplace, which was placed in the far wall. George looked around for the door she had got through out of the room. She went to the corner where it had been concealed, but there was nothing but blank wall.
“Need help?”
George turned to find a tall, well-built lad staring at her hard. He had brown eyes which sparkled. George struggled to remember his name; she had attempted to memorise them all from the sorting.
“Sirius….Morpheus?”
George took a wild guess, which was all she could manage with those eyes looking into her own.
“Wow, you did pay attention. Yes, hello. I suppose you need help getting back to the hall of Founders?”
George nodded.
“I got in here through this door, but how do I get back through?”
Sirius shook his head.
“You don’t get in there, but I’ll take you around to the other door if you want.”
“Thanks that would be great.”
He nodded, then began walking towards the far corner. As George approached, an old wooden door appeared. It bore the word ‘Sirius’ in large letters, and a picture of a dog, surrounded by little stars.
“Sirius, the dog star. I like being able to turn into one.”
George looked sideways at him.
“You’re the animal shape shifter, right?”
He nodded. George nodded as well.
“So, are we going?”
“What? Oh, yeah.”
He pushed open the door, and then politely stood back to allow George through.
“Come on.”
The door swung closed as they hurried down the corridor, deep in conversation and occasionally laughing.

“Here you go, the hall of Founders.”
After several minutes of walking, they had arrived before the familiar doors which they had both stepped through only yesterday.
“Thanks for bringing me. I’ll give you something later, okay?”
Sirius shook his head.
“It was a pleasure; consider it the start of our friendship.”
George grinned at him, before gripping the handle of the door.
“See you for now I guess.”
Sirius nodded, before turning around and walking out of sight. She looked at where he had disappeared for a minute, then looked back at the door. She sighed deeply, then pushed the doors open and went to join the other three Fullons in the room.

“Ah, Hello young miss.”
George nodded at the headmistress as she walked in. Viro and Zyle were looking back at her, with grins spread wide on their faces. Moz however was facing forward, staring up at the paintings.
“Now, we can get started. Does anybody want to hazard a guess why you’re here before I tell you?”
George raised her hand. She didn’t know why, but a small idea had popped into her head.
“Is it something to do with different lessons?”
Mrs Prenglance looked impressed.
“Yes, how did you know?”
George shook her head and shrugged.
“It was just a guess, a hunch if you like. I thought we might get something different as we’re Fullons.”
Mrs Prenglance wasn’t the only one to look impressed now. The three boys were looking at her too, a mixture of amusement and pride on their faces. George strained to hold her laughter. Instead she smiled at them, winked then looked back towards the headmistress.
“Now, as miss George said-” (the three boys grinned casually) “-You will have slightly different timetables. You will be sharing the same classes, but will have different activities as you might find the ordinary tasks quite easy.”
George smiled widely. Finally, she had a chance to show off her skills. The boys grinned too, which made Mrs Prenglance look at them a little oddly.
“You four think you’ll do well, no doubt?”
“Yes miss.”
All four said this together, almost on the verge of laughing.
“Very well. Now, your form tutor will introduce himself or herself when you arrive after second period. Your timetables will be handed to you in the dining hall, so I suggest you move there now. In fact, I’ll take you; no doubt there will be somebody looking for me.”
So the little group left the room through the Sirius door, and walked from the room on their way to breakfast.

George walked briskly behind the head teacher. Zyle and Viro were deep in conversation, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. Moz was staring impassively around at the walls, taking in everything while they moved. George wasn’t doing much sight seeing, but was using the time to think. It was a good place, this school; somewhere where she felt at home. What would be happening at home right now? Maybe Mum was washing up, or drying out clothes. Her Dad was probably at work; organising something for the council. George smiled at the thought, it made her feel warm inside. She decided to think about her form. In her primary school (a non-power normal school) there had been years 1 through 6. Here at eastern, she supposed there would be years 7 through 13. Six years of definite schooling. Eight if she decided to stay on and be part of the sixth form. She hadn’t decided whether she would yet, she had thought of making up her mind when she had been at the school six years. So all she had to do was wait.

The dining hall was huge. Little tables were placed around the hall, with taller circular tables against the walls. At the far side of the room, the dinner staff were serving the food from behind a counter. A small door led back into the kitchens from behind the counter. George walked over and joined the queue. Shortly she was joined by Liam, who had a face like thunder.
“Those stupid idiots!”
George looked at Liam as she moved along a bit in the queue.
“What’s wrong?”
Her voice hinted that she was concerned, but Liam didn’t seem to notice.
“Just those other guys in our form… They’re already making rude stuff up and me and….”
“What?”
“…and you.”
He sounded tired as he spoke, deliberately blocking out anything George said.
“What? Like what Will said earlier?”
Liam nodded his head. George groaned. Not another set of people who speculated over their friendship.
“Well, if they do it again, they might just find something precious is on fire.”
Liam giggled as George whispered to him. He obviously thought it was a good idea.
“Next!”
George turned to face the elderly lady who was serving the students.
“May I have a baguette please?”
She pointed towards one of the delicious warm bread rolls in the basin in front of her.
“Of course you may.”
The woman took a bread roll, wrapped it in a small thin paper and then handed it to George. George said her thanks before moving to the till so Liam could put in his order.
“35p please.”
As George handed over her change, a small boy trotted up to Liam without him knowing and held up his hand behind Liam’s back. Instinctively George thrust out her palm, sending volleys of air which knocked the boy’s hand back down. Liam spun around as the air whistled behind his head, causing his hair to stand up. He flattened it down before string coldly at the little boy who was trying to force his arm up. He didn’t seem to have noticed Liam at all. Eventually he gave an exasperated sigh and lifted his gaze a tiny bit with desperation. At the sight of Liam’s grey eyes staring into his, a little shriek erupted from the boy’s lips. He trotted away, still tugging on his arm.

George looked at Liam.
“Should I let his arm back up yet?”
“Wait until he gives a great tug, and then release him. With hope it’ll whack hi in the face. Nice job, by the way.”
George flushed red with pleasure and concentrated on watching the kid who had approached Liam. Spotting her chance as he tugged extremely hard, George lowered her arm and the kid’s arm shot up and whacked his face. Liam’s loud laughter erupted into the air, causing many people to stare. George laughed a little too, soon everyone was laughing. All except the little boy. His face had a diagonal red slash where his arm had made contact, just seeing it made George squirm uncomfortably. Despite his laughter, Liam noticed George looked unhappy.
“What’s wrong?”
His voice has changed instantaneously from shrieks of joy to a low concerned tone.
“I think we just bullied someone.”
Liam looked serious for a moment, and for the rest of breakfast they ate their food in silence. Each thinking about what they had just done.

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PostSubject: Re: Wandering In The Supernatural   Fri Nov 13, 2009 9:24 pm

Chapter Eight – First Lesson

A short while after the incident, George had found the little kid and had apologised. He had apologised too, for attempting to do something. He was quite a nice boy, thoughtful and careful. George thought of how rude she had been, and eventually had apologised no less that thirteen times. Each time the boy had shook it off; he felt as he was about to do something bad he was right to be stopped. George nodded away these words, and stared into space.

Their timetables had been handed to them as Mrs Prenglance had said, and George was surprised to see she had Displaration period one. It was good, but also made her feel strange. She had seemed like a show off at the sorting- What if she came across as one again? She didn’t ponder on it too long, only the few minutes it took to get to lesson. For such a big place, finding the classroom had been easy; it was nearby to the hall. George stood outside of the door waiting, and wondering what the lesson would be like…

At last the teacher showed, a tall man with brown hair and blue eyes. Glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose and he looked remarkably professional. George had smiled as he had approached, which he returned without hesitation. As he unlocked the door and allowed the students in, he parted George and the other three Fullons from the group and told them to wait outside. Shortly he was with them, after giving out the lesson instructions.
“Right then you four, you’re going to be next door with Mrs Patel today.”
George nodded slowly, but looked confused all the same.
“But I thought we just did something more advanced in your class sir? That’s what Mrs Prenglance told me.”
The teacher looked slightly unnerved.
“I’m sure she meant you would be doing more advanced things in a class, not necessarily my class.”
Viro, Zyle and Moz looked confused.
“She did sir, we were all there this morning!”
The teacher nodded, and then looked down at the floor.
“Go to Mrs Prenglance’s office if you wish, and ask her about the arrangements. Tell her Mr Bell is unsure of what his instructions were.”
The little group all nodded. They all seemed to be thinking the same thing.
“Where is Mrs Prenglance’s office, Sir?”
“If you go to the hall of founders, it’s the opposite door. It’s hard to see until you know where it is.”
George nodded. It must be another cloaking shield… George thought this many times as they all headed towards the head’s office. The amount of cloaking shields and charms that were spread around were vast. She could understand the one about the station and shops but in the school? Not really needed. As they rounded the bend and headed down the stairs, a loud shout could be heard downstairs. The little group rushed towards the noise, to discover what was going on. After several minutes of pushing and shoving, they made their way to the front of the crowd to find two older students fighting, possibly from year nine or ten. At the sight of the newcomers, the fight ceased and the two boys stared up at the four little kids in their midst.
“Come to watch have you? This idiot’s about to have his face wiped.”
“The other kid in the middle retorted defiantly, loudly and unafraid.
“Really? I bet you couldn’t even beat these little guys.”
George’s stomach lurched uncomfortably as the boy who had spoken first turned slowly towards them, pivoting on his left heel.
“Oh yeah? Let’s find out.”
George shook her head.
“We’re not fighting either of you; you’re too weak, stupid and arrogant for fighting in school. Pull yourself together.”
George strode from the circle at this point, followed by the three boys. After a few minutes, the two boys from the middle began to follow. They were going to take down those little kids.

George, Viro, Zyle and Moz moved quickly through the corridors. The sound of heavy footsteps behind them made them go fast; always alert and ready. What had Will said before she had even started?
Don’t go near people who aren’t your friends. God knows what powers they have.
No doubt they were stronger than George and her three accomplices, so why had she said anything? This spurred her on and soon they were striding towards the door that led to the hall of Founders. And then the two boys rounded the corner behind them, chuckling and cracking their knuckles. George gulped and kept moving, towards the Hall and towards the headmistress’s office door. It was agitating, moving so slowly when you want to run away as fast as you can. The two older boys stopped approaching.
“So, here we are. Girlie, you’re first. If you can knock him off his feet when I shout go, we’ll get lost and leave you and your pals alone. Deal?”
George’s head thought for itself, where she wanted to shake her head it dipped then straightened up again. The older boys nodded, then the one on the right stepped forward. George’s legs mechanically moved until she was facing the older kid. He was slim, didn’t look too heavy; a couple of blasts of air should do.
“Three…”
The other boy was doing a countdown, and three signalled the time for George to begin building up all her energy.
“Two…”
Frowning with concentration, the energy swept through her like a tidal wave, crashing around until it is brought to a standstill.
“One…”
George tensed, she was ready.
“Begin!”
The boy darted left and ran up the wall. He could stand perfectly, without falling off. George smiled; this was going to be way too easy. She prepared her first blow. As he leapt from the wall after aiming a kick at her head, the air whooshed from her and caught the boy off guard. The air slammed into him and he landed awkwardly on his hands and knees. George looked at him wearily. He was about to attack. And then it sprung on her. Making sure it would be slack so he couldn’t feel it, she created a band of air around his ankles. If he tried to move, he would topple over like a domino. It worked like a charm. The minute he attempted to break the silence, the band tightened and he landed flat on his face. The awful crunching of bones told George he had either broken or fractured his nose.
“OUCH!!!!”
He screamed this very loudly. George panicked as she backed away, towards the room where the headmistress would be. About two paces back, she bumped into something. George turned to see what it was, but lo and behold Mrs Prenglance herself was standing there, looking down at George.
“That scream was pretty loud…” George mumbled, as she was ordered into Mrs Prenglance’s office with the other three boys.

“So… The boys were fighting, you interrupted, they stopped fighting and then followed you here to my office?”
“That’s right, Mrs Prenglance.”
George had explained it all to Mrs Prenglance, after being warded into her office. It was a very nice space; shelves lined with books, comfy chairs with cushions; a oak desk with organised stationary and folders. Overall, George thought she would like to have a room like this.
“Well, thank you for stopping the fight. No doubt he would have had more damage than he does from you.”
George stared at the teacher. She could have sworn the corners of her mouth had been stretched into a smile half a minute ago.
She must think I’m crazy, taking on someone that big.
The thought swept over George, filling every nook and cranny of her brain with something to worry about, or something to do. It was quite a nice sensation.
“So. What takes you from your first lesson to outside my office?”
“Mr Bell didn’t know what to do with us Miss. We said we did more complicated things whilst in his class, but he said we should go next door…. So he asked us to come and check with you.”
The head teacher nodded.
“I see. Well, you were right. You should be doing more complicated things in his classroom. Go tell him; and then go do whichever task he may set you. Good day, Fullons.”
The last word was pronounced with such haste George was surprised it was understandable at all. Before she left the room after Zyle, Moz and Viro she turned to ask the teacher one last question.
“Miss, what do you prefer to call us?”
The teacher smiled sadly.
“I heard it was you who made this up, but I like ‘Supernaturals’ better.”
She flashed a toothy grin. George returned it, and then stepped from the office.

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