Chapter 1~Fun with the Muggles
"Freddie I'm sooooooo bored!!" I complained to my brother that was almost my reflection.
He just turned and glared at me while retorting, "Well I bloody apologize George! It's not my fault I got grounded by mum for the explosion in the back garden and you didn't!"
He's never got mad at me like this before.. So I guess I ended up looking at him like an injured puppy, reason being his expression softened up and he said, "I'm sorry, Georgie but there isn't anything I can do.. Just go up to the muggle village and cause hell or something. I don't know."
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Just as I set off the second explosion I start to hear the police siren's legendary wail. I take one final work at my art work-my explosion was well magic. Three words.. Graffiti looks nice. And now the words, 'You all bloody suck' were permanently on the side building-bit kid-ish but oh well I'm-wait does Granger call it 'Immature'. And after my final look I took off in a sprint down the side walk.
As I cut across the road nearly miss several swerving vehicles. I hear brakes screech and and the slamming of a car door, I push myself to go faster-if possible.
I have no idea where I was running to but I do know the right thing I was thinking, 'damn, I wish we could do magic outside of that bleeding school!' Then I felt a a hand wrap around my forearm and jerk me, roughly, may I add, to the ground. The bastard basically threw me on my stomach! Ugh, fuck. Mums gonna kill me.
Muggle police are a lot faster and stronger than I would've imagined.. Hm. Curious.
"What do you think your doing boy!?" The greasy haired buck-toothed man in the grey uniform shouted in my face after binding my hands behind my back with some metal. Bloody hell his breath smells disgusting..
I smirked up into the mans face and replied simply with, "Just having a little fun is all sir."
He glared at me and then started going on about someone called Miranda Right or something. I kinda wasn't listening though soo yeahhh... I'm pretty sure the guy was American though, if that means anything.
All the while he was dragging me down the street to a yellow, blue and white car with blue and white lights flashing on the top. Or what I've come to know as 'The Muggle Cop Car' insert the dramatic oooOoooOoo.
When we got to the car he flung open the back door, pushed my head down and threw me on the seat.
Merlin this is a very uncomfortable seat.
The front door opened and the strangely Snape-looking cop got in and closed his door and started gunning me with strange questions. Things like my name, age, address, how I did what I did, what kind of paint I used. I didn't really answer any of it though.
He was getting quite angry by the time something made a strange noise like cackling. Then a voice came through saying 'Code 489 we have a juvenile female caught with theft, she needs to be ran down, picked up and taken to station'
The guy did something I couldn't see then replied 'Copy that. On my way.'
Next thing I know he turned to me and growled out, "Okay kid. Your going on a ride to get another hell breed, reckless teen much like yourself."
I laughed and said, "Joyful. Do I get dinner to go with the show??"
He flatly ignored me, then the sirens were back and we were flying down the road. Not literally though. Muggles just aren't that rad yet..
A/N:
Not very long I know but I just wanted to put a taste of my story out there.....?
~R
