Gremlins of Chaos: New school, New Adventure

1. First Day is Always a Bitch

"Woah, they have moving stairs!" Adrian exclaimed, looking up at the massive confusing stairwell in front of us.

Me and Adrian stared at the stairs in shock, both of our bags swung over our shoulders with all our school stuff. We left everything else at the entrance, Professor McGonagall saying that someone will come and collect our bags and take them to our rooms for us. Medi didn't like being separated from me, but it was only temporary. With a quick breakfast provided by Professor Sprout, we were ushered into the building as we each held our schedules in hand. When Adrian and I compared schedules, I couldn't help but feel relief that they had given us the same scheduled classes. They must not have wanted us to feel uncomfortable being around so many new students.

Or they knew about the bitch living in my head named anxiety.

"Do the stairs move so that students can get to class on time?" Adrian asked, not taking his eyes off the staircase.

"Well," I glanced at the stairs, not noticing any pattern of where or when they moved, "I don't think so. They don't seem to have any pattern to them."

Adrian either didn't hear me or ignored me, probably the latter, and caught the attention of what looked like a third-year boy with yellow on their robes walking past us.

I still need to try and get used to this weird school system and all these students with different colored robes. They gotta mean something.

I stuck my hand into my jacket pockets and followed Adrian.

"I'm sorry, but do the stairs move so that students can get to class easier?" Adrian asked, ignoring the strange looks the boy gave him as he spoke.

We probably did look weird, considering we had yet to be given our uniforms and were still wearing our regular clothes. Adrian was wearing a plain white shirt with his jean ripped jacket over. He was also wearing his ripped black jeans with his favorite chain dangling from his right hip. I was wearing my favorite Gun N' Roses shirt with my leather black jacket over it. My shirt was tucked into my ripped jeans, with my own chains dangling from my left hip.

How we accomplished dressing alike, I could not fucking tell ya.

"No, the stairs are random," the boy answered, looking between the two of us in confusion.

I could see Adrian processing what he said, which I couldn't help but chuckle at.

"The fuck do you mean they move randomly?"

"Adrian," I smacked Adrian's shoulder, "He was answering your question."

"Ow... that hurt."

"Tough luck bitch. You won't be rude."

"It's quite alright," the boy chuckled, seeming amused by our bickering, "Most first-years are quite shocked when they learn about the stairs. Though, it has already been halfway through the year. May I ask how you two are just learning about them now?"

"Well, we just transferred here," I replied, Adrian, gave me a funny look, "So, we don't know anything about the school yet."

"Ah, that explains your strange accents. No offense."

"None taken."

"I'm a little bit offended here-"

I jabbed Adrian in the side, "Adrian."

"Fine, I'm just gonna go ask around to find out where the fucking dungeons are then," Adrian threw his hands up as he walked away, going to find the next person who could help us.

"Well I best be going anyways," the boy said, adjusting the books in his hands, "I'll see you around then?"

"You betcha," I took one of my hands from my pocket, holding it out to him, "Nice to meet you Mr?"