Chapter 7
"Look Harry-," Dumbledore started. "Don' call me 'arry. Don' care if I wa' born wit' tha' name, tha' ain't my life so if ya keep callin' me tha' ya can fuck off," the raven-haired boy snarled. "Er...right. I know you're distrustful, but you need schooling-," "Yeah, yeah. Yer gonna say I'll see me family in th' summer, bu' then yer gonna send me t' some random family an' say that me family can' see me no more. Whaddya take me for, a dumbass?" He sat down. "Ye can continue. I wanna hear thi' out," "Ah...your "family" will be able to come with you. You will have access to all school supplies and textbooks,"
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Raven titled his head. Actually, sounded like a pretty good deal. But adults could be slippery, like snakes. He looked at Silver, then at Worm. "An' we're stayin' where?" he asked, standing up. "At the school," was the prompt answer.
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The 16 year old girl that was Silver raised a hand. "Hold it. I wanna know what the school list is," she glanced at the odd group in front of them. "You look 7 centuries behind times," "Quills ar-," She giggled, snorted, laughed, then went into full out hysterics. "QUILLS??? WHAT YEAR DO YOU THINK IT IS? 1450?" Raven snickered, and so did the twins. "Nah. You want my brother to join your little magic school, he's going to be using pens and pencils. Normal school supplies that have an eraser. Clear?"