Chapter 3
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Chapter Three: The Letter and Midgets (Except for Russia.)
"Ugh, where am I?" Asked a now small, groggy Belarus. When she woke up from the magic-induced blackout, she looked around the room to see Russia, looking smaller than he had in centuries. Then the memory hit her like a ton of bricks, and she looked at her hands, lowering her head to look slowly.
"ОЙ ГАЙН!". Who has woken up Russia, who then screeched, "Я УДАРЮ ТЕБЯ СВОЕЙ ВОЛШЕБНОЙ МЕТАЛЛИЧЕСКОЙ ТРУБКОЙ БОЛИ!," before looking around and seeing a shocked, small Belarus and then looking at himself, repeating the same thing Belarus did. Naturally, this awakened (E/N: the ancient one. WHOMST HAS AWOKEN THE ANCIENT ONE) Prussia, who then also started yelling.
"HÖR AUF, MEIN KARTOFFELN ZU STEHLEN DEUTSCHLAND!," Which bewildered the other two, but that thought was overridden by another yell from Prussia, screaming "OH SCHIßE!," when he saw himself as a scrawny midget. Then, Belarus being the voice of reason, shouted,
"SHUT UP IDIOTS, WE NEED TO WAIT FOR THE OTHER THREE TO WAKE UP!," she said, pointing to the still passed out magic trio, even after all that shouting. They barely had to look at each other to regain some bad memories of certain incidents, so they sat in awkward silence waiting for them to wake up.
After what felt like hours of waiting, but really it was only fifteen minutes, you know the kind of time that passes when your dad goes to get milk, when Norway woke up and quickly muttered "Rennervate" causing the other two to wake up with a start and gaze around the room with mild confusion before the daze lifted and got up. England then looked up at Russia and then turned to Belarus.
"Belarus, are you sure this is how tall Russia was when he was eleven, he looks at least fourteen, or was he just always tall? I might have screwed up the spell," he asked and said the last part rather quietly.
"Big brother has always been very tall," Belarus responded and added with a smirk, "or maybe you're just short."
Even Prussia couldn't deny that, and he was always considered short when he was a child, yet he was about an inch taller than England. England glared at her, but it was hilarious to see him having to look up slightly to meet eye to eye with her.
Romania finally decided to intervene. "I know it's fun poking at little midget England here, but we have stuff to do. The first thing, however, is to get new clothes." He looked down at his clothes which was a red cloak on top of a leather tunic. The others looked down as well. Norway was wearing a short, dark blue tunic with a black fur-lined cloak. Belarus wore a slate blue loose coat that reached her shins with a few patches on it. Russia looked pretty similar to what he normally wore, except for the fact that his coat was grey, not tan. Prussia was wearing his Teutonic Knights uniform that was still much too long on him, and England was wearing a simple white tunic with trousers and a forest green cloak which trailed on the ground.
"Kesesesese, I know we should, but where are we going to get them from?"
"We could shrink some of your normal clothes down to sizes that fit you."
"Wait, you can do that?"
"Well, we shouldn't since we aren't actually allowed to do magic outside of school until we're physically seventeen, but they can only detect us if we use our wands, and our wands aren't even registered with the ministry, so yes, we can do it."
But, when they tried to do it, the spell kept spazzing out and they only managed to shrink Belarus and Russia's down before the magic gave out and set Prussia's clothes on fire.
(E/N: STOP, DROP, AND ROLL PRUSSIA! STOP, DROP, AND ROLLLL)
"Eyebrows, Romania, Norway, the spell didn't work properly. AND WHY TO MY AWESOME CLOTHES?!"
"Dumnezeule! I think our magic won't work properly since we only fully managed to gain control of our magic when we got a little older so it still occasionally spazzes out!" Romania said with a groan. "We brought our own clothes but you might have to use some of Englands, since you're both midgets, you'll fit in them," he smirked.
"How come Eyebrows has clothes that could fit him when he's eleven?
"I have the clothes because we occasionally do this ritual to make us younger when we were bored, but we've never done one for this long."
England ended the conversation by bounding upstairs, hollering for Prussia to follow him, leaving Norway and Romania to fully explain what was going on.
Upstairs, England showed Prussia which of his clothes might fit them and picked out a muddy brown t-shirt and black trousers and shoes. When Prussia went to see what he could wear, he was dismayed to find that it was all so... dull. Most of the clothes were either a shade of dark green, blue, or black.
"I knew your fashion sense was terrible, but this is a whole new level of unawesome! Do you have anything else for me to wear?" Prussia asked incredulously.
When he saw the evil little gleam in England's eye, he internally questioned if he should have said that, but he was pushed into another room and England opened a cupboard to reveal...
A lot of white and blue clothes that looked like they belonged to a sailor boy? "Whose clothes are these? Sealand's?"
"Correct, I keep them around for when he visits. Would you like to wear my 'unawesome' clothes or these?" he said with mock sympathy.
"Fine, I'll wear your unawesome clothes, they might be bad, but not as bad as these." he harrumphed. They went back to where England's clothes were and picked out a lonely red t-shirt with black jeans and trainers (those are sneakers).
When they finally trekked downstairs, they were assaulted by a hyper Romania, "LET'S SHOW THEM OUR ADMISSION LETTERS, PLEASE!"
England looked excited as well since their letters had arrived earlier that morning during breakfast. Norway took the letters off the mantelpiece and handed each one to their recipient and took his own while motioning for everyone to open theirs. No one opened their letter yet since they were looking at the incredibly accurate addresses, written in emerald-green ink:
Mr I. Braginsky/Russia
The Living Room/The Kitchen
13 Salisbury Road, TheKirkland House/Braginsky Manor
Wiltshire/Moscow
Ms N. Arlovskaya/Belarus
The Porch
13 Salisbury Road, The Kirkland House/Braginsky Manor
Wiltshire/Moscow
Mr G. Beilschmidt/Prussia
The Basement/The Kitchen
13 Frankfurt Drive/13 Salisbury Road, The Kirkland House/The Beilschmidt House
Wiltshire/Berlin
"How do they know I live in Germany's basement?!"
"Leetle seester, why were you on my porch?"
"Marrymemarrymemarrymemarrymemarryme"
"Shut up bastards and read the letters already, we don't have all day, we have things to do!" said England loudly, sounding very pissed off. The others obliged and broke the purple wax seal.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc,. Chf Warlock, Supreme Mugwump , International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl no later than 31 July/
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
They then unfolded another sheet that was in the envelope which they noticed was much longer than the previous letter that read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Uniform
First-year students will require:
Three sets of plain work robes (black)
One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes could carry name tags
Set Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set of glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST-YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
"How will we get all zhis... stuff, nothing here seems like we would get it anywhere. Also who's 'Newt Scamander', he's one of the authors of the books we're going to buy."
"What book, Prussia? Were you the one who picked up the book of myths and legends off the table?" England asked, somehow not angry, he actually sounded mildly amused at Prussia's antics, which caused some concern since England was known --just as much as he was known for his horrible cooking-- for not taking kindly to anyone who took his stuff.
"Y-yes?"
"Prussia, don't worry, I won't kill you. You can read it for now, but can you please bring it back after since I need it. To answer your other question, you can find all of this if you just look in the right place."
"Englaaannnnd! Stop stalling and let's go!" whined Romania.
"Romania, I swear to god, you read the room worse than that wanker, America. I was trying to create suspense. Anyway, we must go to Diagon Alley to get all of our equipment for school. We should take the rail since we're children and can't drive without being apprehended by the police, and since I'm a 'midget' I can't reach the pedals properly"
"Anglia, I can drive, can't I?" said a suspiciously quiet Russia who once seemed to be forgotten.
"Sure you can, just be careful."
"ENGLAND WHY DID YOU LET RUSSIA DRIVE, HE DRIVES LIKE A MANIAC!" screeched Prussia and a surprisingly scared Belarus, terrified for their lives because the few times they had been in a car with Russia driving, they were more terrified than going into war, and they had tried their hardest to make someone else drive, but it fell to Russia because he's the tallest and looked the oldest.
"I've been in a car with him you Teutonic wanker, it's not as bad as you make it out to be."
"I drove just like normal, I think you can handle fast driving better than some people can."
They all piled into England's rather small Ford Fiesta, although it took a bit of convincing for Prussia and Belarus to get in, and when they did, they had to pack themselves in since there were only five-seat, which caused Norway and Romania to share a seat --the seatbelt in the middle seat since the others were too terrified to move from the corners, while England sat up front with Russia since he could apparently stand Russia's driving. When the car started and he started to get on the road, Romania and Norway could fully understand why the other two were so afraid of his driving abilities. He changed lanes constantly, stopped abruptly without slowing down, and overall drove like a madman or a guy who just came back from a pub. England was straight up enjoying the ride, which confused Prussia since he thought that he'd gotten all boring after his empire fell, sought out thrills, and bad driving counted in England's book apparently.
After about two hours of trauma, they finally neared their destination and parked the car which was somehow not apprehended by the police, and got there in one piece. They walked through the crowd, following Russia like lost ducks since he was the only one who could see above the heads of the people in the crowd, until they found a rather small, dingy pub called 'the Leaky Cauldron' that seemed invisible to everyone's eyes but theirs, which England led them inside to.
When they went inside, it somehow looked even worse kept than the outside. It was dark, shabby, and smelt slightly of tobacco, and had a few old ladies drinking sherry in the corner, a couple of normal-looking people (wearing an interesting choice of fashion), and a bartender so old that he looked like a gummy walnut. They walked up to the man, who inquired, "Would you like some Butterbeer?," to which Prussia whooped with joy and agreed excitedly. The other two were curious, so they also agreed, and the Magic Trio, knowing how good it was, ordered some as well. The bartender produced bottles from under the counter and asked for twelve sickles. Ivan, Natalya, and Gilbert were confused as to what that was and failed to notice England bringing out sixteen metal coins and handing twelve to the bartender who pushed the bottles towards them and ushered them away.
When Gilbert took a sip of it, he almost spat it out, not expecting it to be sweet.
"WHY IS ZHE BEER SVHEET?"
His accent grew thicker since he was agitated, but not angry, just confused.
"Calm down, Gilbert, that's just how it tastes, and it's amazing!" said a hyper Romania.
"Kesesesese, it does taste awesome, but the awesome me wasn't ready for it, that's all."
The other two unfamiliar with the drink took a sip and both enjoyed it immensely and started to take note that English drinks are often better than their food. They finished their Butterbeer and were led to an unassuming brick wall with a dustbin in the corner by England, who counted three bricks up and two across to a slightly more worn out brick and tried to reach. He had to stand on his toes to get to it and was much too stubborn to ask for help, --while the others were too busy internally laughing at him to help anyways-- and tapped it three times with his wand. Suddenly, the brick started to wiggle and the wall slowly started to disappear, and in about a second, they were all standing in a cobblestone archway leading to a twisty, bustling shopping street. Ivan, Natalya, and Gilbert's eyes looked just about ready to pop out of their sockets.
"Welcome," the Magic Trio announced in perfect synchrony, "to Diagon Alley."