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Im having two watchers be the parents cuz I can :) also kinda/heavily based in a British school cuz I do know typical British schools more

Jimmy's POV

"Daughter of the moon!" I heard one of the watchers yell from downstairs, it shook me a little and full on woke up Grian up. Pearl bursted into our room and slammed the door quickly but quietly, heavily breathing. "What did you do?" Grian rubbed his eyes as he sat up from his bed. "I was about to ask the same thing." I said while grabbing my phone, looking at the time- 7:28.

"I accidentally broke their picture frame.." she slowed her breathing down, walked over to my bed and sat down. "You what!?" Grian wasn't really paying attention much but now he was.

Faint footsteps were heard coming up the stairs. "Hide!" I shuffled Pearl into my wardrobe. "Tell Pearl that our 'parents' have grounded her." Martyn said, opening the door. We both nodded our heads. He soon left. We never really referred the watchers as parents only if we were around people or we were in trouble.

"You're so dead." Grian smirked and got out of bed. "How do you manage?" Pearl asked, peaking out from behind my clothes. "I just do, I make up after a few days later, keep your distance for a day or two." Grian left the room afterwards.

"Jimmy? Why do you have pictures of Scott on your wardrobe walls?" I turned red in embarrassment and left the room as Pearl began laughing.

"Get ready, we have school, again?" Grian reminded us, me and Pearl groaned in annoyance.

Grian's POV

"Grian, Mumbo's at the door." Jimmy said, when I heard him I ran out of the kitchen to my best friend. "Mumbo!" I smiled as I hugged the dark haired man. "Hey." He smiled back and hugged me. "I haven't seen you in a month and you weren't answering your phone." We broke the hug as we left my house to go to school. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that, I was abroad and my parents took my phone saying that I should be 'more social' with my extended family." He let out a little laugh and I joined him, shortly.
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"Hey!" Mumbo waved at our group. "Hallo!" Iskall smiled at us as we walked over to them. "Mumbo, where have you been man!?" The swede was shocked. "Abroad with family stuff, you know." Mumbo said. "You missed the news about the music department." What Iskall said intrigued me. "I don't really care about the music department." Mumbo scoffed. "You play Cello!" I looked at him in disbelief. "And I play guitar but what does have to do with music?" He looked down at me. "I can not with you- Iskall you can carry on." I looked back to the swede. "The music department has been moved to where the old languages is, to have more space or something." He shrugged at the last part. "Really?" Mumbo looked at Iskall.

"The old music rooms have been abandoned, I've heard people are gonna have skip in there or vape." Etho added more to the news. "Ew-" Mumbo spat out. "Hush you." I turned away from the taller. "What's up with them?" Etho whispered loudly to Iskall.

"He said he doesn't care for music." I grumpily exclaimed. "I didn't say that I said 'I don't really care about the music department.'" Mumbo sighed. "God, why are you two bickering again?" X glared daggers into us both. "We're not, just sharing our thoughts on music!" I smiled brightly, trying to hide my actual emotions. Xisuma looked suspicious but nodded and left. "Do you guys think I can take Mumbo on right now?" Grian smirked, boldly.

"I'd like to see you try, what are you 4-5 foot?" I taller joked, the others laughed apart from Grian. "I am 5"7 thank you very much, imagine hitting your head everything you go through a doorway." I teased the dark haired Brit. "Imagine having to sometimes shop for clothes because you're figure is too feminine." Mumbo smirked back.

"Grian, really?" Iskall cocked an eyebrow. "He's lying, I don't!" I yelled towards my best friend as he told in of my very personal secret. "Oh! Yeah- he- he doesn't.." Mumbo was really bad at lying and everyone could tell.

"Well, I'm going to form, away from you lot." I said through gritted teeth. The others just nodded and I walked to English where my form room is.

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