Kings and the Queen || HP x PJO

Chapter 1

The paper bag fell onto the table with a loud thud before Lily Evans began emptying its contents on the counter, it's become a routine for the red head as she organized the groceries into their drawers mechanically.

It was like second nature at this point, thirteen years of getting her own groceries, thirteen years of adulting in the muggle world.

At half past ten, Lily removed the pot of lunch from the stove before calling her daughter outside. She came stomping out of her bedroom, still in her pajamas with bushy red hair sticking up in all angles.

Lily raised her eyebrows as Isla slumped into the dining table chair, "You're not even going to grab a brush?"

Isla turned her head, looking at the purple brush which was in the cup on the table outside in the hallway. She extended her hand out, palm towards the cup and muttering, "Accio brush!"

The brush didn't move.

Lily rounded the kitchen holding the large ceramic tray and placing it on the table, "We have to be out by twelve because the orientation starts at one, got it?"

"What orientation?" Isla asked, getting up and walking into the kitchen to retrieve their plates and utensils.

"For the ninth graders," Lily said pointedly as she took her seat. She gave Isla a look as she walked back, "I told you about it yesterday, Miss Clayton's sick and she won't be able to watch over you so you're coming to school with me."

"Today?" Isla groaned as she placed the plate in front of Lily. "But its June, school isn't until August, right?"

"Yes, but it's a school thing." Lily waved her hand in dismissal. "Just wear something comfortable, you can stay in my office If you want."

Isla groaned again, she hated her mum's office. It was small and humid and most of the time felt like a sauna, she doesn't know why her mum is so proud of it.

A few hours later, they walk out of the door as Lily ushered Isla down the steps of their apartment. She hailed a cab and shoved her daughter, herself and her large bag into the bag.

When they got to the school, Lily left Isla in the care of one of her co-worker Paul Blofis since she had to prepare for the school orientation, Paul took them outside and told her they'd be greeting the incoming kids by the stairs, much to Isla's dismay.

But in truth, Isla liked Paul, he's one of those cool uncles who would definitely adopt a puppy you found on the side of the road if you asked but he does tend to crack a dad joke or two.

Lily and Paul have been working together for a few years now, and Lily assured Isla she wasn't getting a new dad. Isla was sure she was joking. She didn't get a new dad.

Many faces greeted her for the next hour until Paul called her inside when it was time for orientation and the last kid – a red haired girl with green eyes who Isla could swear she was related to – walked into the school.

Orientation was held at the gym, about three hundred fourteen-year-olds crammed into the bleachers while the marching band played an out of tune fight song that sounded like a bunch of crying kittens. It was an awful sound, making Isla cover her ears even though it didn't do much help.

There was a large stage up front, the teachers and student council members sat in pristine looking plastic chairs. Each student on the stage wore their Goode school uniform like a badge of honor, looking like the role model they were supposed to be.

Teachers milled around, shaking hands with students. Isla got a seat to the front so she got a clear line of escape if the need ever arises, but that also meant she was surrounded by a bunch of fourteen-year-old chattering loudly next to her and complaining about how it's only just June and how they wouldn't even be there if their parents didn't force them to. She spotted her mum, Lily was standing next to the stage and wasn't milling around like the other students but she was reading off of a paper even though she kept glancing around the gym, trying to take attendance of all that came.