Watch it will ya?

[Willow Holland]

Willow stormed though one of the poorer parts London. She hadn't been here in a few years because her aunt had been too afraid to go back to the place where all the trouble started. Willow on the other hand was sixteen waiting to be seventeen and thought that there wasn’t a reason in the world why she had to stay away from the place where she grew up. This was not to say that Penelope would leave her alone just yet. In a rush of insanity Penelope thought that New Zealand wasn’t all that safe anymore so she pulled Willow out Hogwarts as soon as the semester ended and was trying to get her into Drumstrang.

True this was where Sarah was and this gave her the chance to be closer to her sister but still. Lexi was at Hogwarts and she couldn’t leave her friend behind. That and Abbey. Well there wasn’t much to say about Abbey but still she didn’t want to change schools again! The air around Willow was charged as if she where daring anyone that stepped in front of her to test her temper.

 

[Charles Fera]

Walking down the narrow streets of London Charles pulled his coat tighter around his body. There was a chill in the air and having attended Durmstrang for five years he was very much used to the cold but having not expected to be in the middle of London today, he hadn't dressed appropriately for the winter weather. His male nanny - who was more like a friend to him being only a few years older than Charles himself - had been apparating him around Italy trying to find a present for Isabella. Charles hadn't wanted to go to the party in the first place but due to the history the two families shared he had no other choice but to go. What was worse was Charles' father was making him buy a present for the spoilt brat. Having long since ditched Antonio, Charles looked in through a few windows, having no idea what to get the girl. Why his sister wouldn't just buy it for him was beyond him. "Ragazze stupide!"** He muttered, annoyed, under his breath. His Italian always much stronger than most languages when he was visiting other countries, mainly because no one understood him.

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**Stupid girls!

 

[Willow Holland]

Willow was going in the other direction as a boy who was muttering to himself. They brushed shouldered and Willow reacted just like she always would have. She attempted to shove him out the way. "I'm walking here." She hissed her fists clenched by her sides. It didn't matter that the picturesque boy was somewhat bigger than her she was sure she could take him down. She had fought jerk boys before who didn't know how to treat a girl. Other girls that was. Willow wouldn't let a hand land on her. Ever.

 

[Charles Fera]

Charles took no notice of the girl that he had brushed shoulders with, he was in no mood to talk to anyone; he just wanted to find a present a go again. Although when the girl attempted to shove him and and gave him cheek, well he wasn't known to back out of a fight. He was brought up right and would never punch a girl but growing up in the company of Isabella, he never backed down from a verbal fight. "Oh well, go you!" he said sarcastically. "Do you want a around of applause or something?" he asked in a mocking tone. Seriously, girls are stupid. he thought to himself as he stood in his spot.

 

[Willow Holland]

Willow didn't have to use her Sherlock Homes skills to see that he was somewhat of a gentlement. One with a mouth that would be uttering the word sorry in a moment. "I would if ya move ya rich boy ass out of my MF*cken way" She said not carring that she had just uttered the bigget mouth full of cuss words that would come out of a girl "B*ich ass MFer (extended) I've heard better ones from weaves on legs." She said her New York accent over powering her Britsh one. It was a funny mix that made for some untellagable strings of scentences sometimes. She didn't know what kind of girls he was used to but this one was no flower as could be seen by the unbrushed curly mess that her hair was.

 

[Charles Fera]

Charles crossed his arms over his chest as he glared at the girl. She definitely had a mouth on her, one that he hadn't seen on a girl before. The girls at Durmstrang knew how to fight back to anyone who dared cross them but they were mostly the kind of girls to fight with their fists rather than their mouths. The only girl he knew that gave back as good as he gave was Isabella but even she hadn't gone as far as to curse, and so profusely as this girl here. As the string of profanities continued to flow out of the girl Charles couldn't help but chuckle. Rolling his eyes he said, "Are you quite done insulting me yet? I do have better things to do with my time than stand here being insulted by a girl who can't control her mouth." he said, looking at his watch to further his words.

 

[Willow Holland]

Willow was a bit stunned. She had been sure that she had just run into a scene kid who was trying to be cool by being close to the London slums but looking him over more she got a better idea of who she had just run into. He seemed like rich kid that was for sure but he had to be Wizaring because a Muggle rich kid would have passed this place in a car without a look back. “If ya don like my mouth then sit on it an’ spin.” She said flipping him the bird while rolling her eyes.

She saw him look at his watch which made her work her jaw. “Ya lucky I haven’t lost control of anything else now get ya punk ass out a’ here fore you get ya ass jumped.” She said as she pulled her studded blazer closer around her turned to walk off.

 

[Charles Fera]

Charles continued to be surprised and somewhat intrigued by this girl. He was almost positive that she wasn't a Durmstrang or he would have recognised her; even if she was in a different year. He was curious as to know why this girl wasn't in Durmstrang she would so easily fit in with a lot of the other girls. With his arms still folded across his chest he eyed the girl, no matter how surprised or intrigued he was by her, he was bored. Not only that but he really didn't have a lot of time to just stand here talking to a girl, he needed to find something for Isabella or his dad wouldn't be happy with him. "Oh please." he said with a small chuckle as his own eyes rolled lazily in his head. "Why should I?" he asked, he had no intentions of being pushed over by some girl that he had just met, who clearly thought she was the end all and be all. Something Charles couldn't stand.

 

[Willow Holland]

Willow was going to go to Durmstrang. She had been told that very day that she had been yanked from her old school and placed in this one. She was looking forward to it a little bit but that didn't stop her from being pissed off. She wished she had been told that she would be moving schools before, that was all. For a moment it looked like she was about to put one in the boy's nose but it the punch went over his shoulder and into neck of the man behind him. "That's why Abacrombie, Rich f*ucks don't last long here unless they run." She said snapping her neck a few times.

Normally she would have been all over him for talking to her like that but this was not a safe place. She stomped on the guy's wrist making him drop his knife then started to run before the man got up. "Let's go!" She yelled.

 

[Charles Fera]

Charles was a little confused as to what was happening but when he saw the girls fist come towards him he easily moved out of the line of fire only to see a man standing behind him. He watched as the girls punched him right in the face. He heard her comment but really didn't take it in as he was still trying to take in what just happened. Charles wasn't one to scare easily or back down from a fight but it was definitely something he hadn't expected. He had been here before and by himself and this was the first time anything like this had happened.

When he saw the girl bring the man to the ground he couldn't help but watch her, impressed. He hadn't seen many girls bring a man down so easily. When she gave the command to run Charles didn't have to be told twice. Running after the girl he caught up with her, every so often glancing behind him to make sure the man wasn't following them. It was times like this that he couldn't wait until he was 17 so he could freely use magic outside of the school and easily avoid situations like this. Once he was sure that they were far enough away from the man Charles grabbed the girls arm and pulled her into a different street. "And the names not Abercrombie, it's Charles." he said as he leaned against the wall, looking down at the girl. Nothing like a near death experience to think that names would be a good way to go.

 

[Willow Holland]

Willow could take a man daown abut she could't out him out. She was still a girl after all and didn,t have that kind of straighth to her yet. A bit more practice and there wouldn't be a jerk out there that would mess with her. Not that she would let men do that to her now it would just be more difficult. Willow ran along side the rich boy while staring stright ahead. There was nothing in this would that would get her to look right at him with the thoughts she was having.

They got on to safer ground and the boy actually pulled her aside. With what just happened Willow bit her tongue and pretended it didn't happen. "Willa" She said when he wold her his name then rolled her eyes. "Willow" She said more slowly to take the getto out of her voice. "Nice to meet ya but now your nickname changes from Finch to Prof. X" She said with a sassy grin on her face. She took the name right out of a comic, X-Men to be extract.

 

[Charles Fera]

Charles tried to control his breathing, not that he wasn't unfit but the running mixed with the adrenalin with what just happened was enough to make his heart race for a bit. When the girl; Willow, spoke her name Charles nodded his head lightly. "Well it was definitely an interesting way to meet, but yes, nice to meet you too." He said, with a small smile starting to form on his lips. He may have gotten the wrong impression from Willow, originally, but she didn't out to be too bad. When he was told what his new nickname was his expression turned to that of a confused one. "Professor who?" Charles had grown up in a full wizarding family and didn't know much of the muggle world.

 

[Willow Holland]

From the look that Willow had given him earler Willow got a number of things. She noticed that he was some what mussley meaning that he was a Quidditch player at the least. There was a chance that he was gym boy but he didn't seem like the type. She had of course gotten it right to assum that he was from a compleatly wizarding family because he asked her about Professor Xavier. She looked around to pinpoint where they had ended up then gestured for him to follow her. It was a comic book store that she didn't visit too often anymore because at sixteen she thought it kind of dorky. When she was younger this was a place she could find ideas for what she wanted to do next.

She grabbed a comic from a stand and pointed to the bald man in the wheelchair. "Professor Charles Xavier. You look nothing like him but the name brought Prof. X to mind." She said with a half smile. Willow looked around wondering what had been so intresting about being in here. Music was her life now and was even part of a band. Sure right now it was only her Bass and herself in the band but they would work on it soon enough.