Protecting the Royal Idiot

Protecting the Royal Idiot - Chapter 6

I'm back, baby! :D So of course, one of the first things I do is log on to my computer. I know, I'm such a dork. :P And to add to my awesome dorkiness, I bought a Gryffindor scarf while I was in Universal. The Forbidden Journey ride is effin' amazing! Except I almost passed out after...

Oh! And a side note: CHARLIE MCDONELL HAS CUT HIS BEAUTIFUL RED HAIR! He said he didn't like it, and he kept being called Ron Weasley... So now his hair is short and dirty blonde-ish. Yeah, I'll miss his red hair, I just thought it looked good. But I totally respect and understand his decision. However! The Charlie in this story shall remain a red head, in memory of charlieissocoollike's red hair. :)

It's Christmas Eve right now, but since I won't be able to wish you a very merry Christmas [or Hanukkah, or Kwanzaa] tomorrow...

HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYBODY! <3 AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

So I think that's the longest author's intro I've ever written. And I totally understand if you skip over all of it. :)

I think I'll get on to the next chapter now. ;3

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Chapter 6

"You," the police chief said, pointing to someone further down the line. I leaned forward to sneak a peek at who it was. I saw a flash of black hair move forward. He did that British salute thing to the chief. The police chief saluted him back. The chief started moving up the line, in my direction. I felt my palms start to sweat.

Why was I so worried? I'm five feet tall, I'm not exactly physically strong either, so what would I get picked for?

The black-haired guy was trailing behind the police chief. Now, he was quite the opposite of how I described myself. He's at least six feet tall, with big but lean muscles all over him. I understand why they picked this guy.

"And you," the police chief said. I was still gawking at the giant standing before me. Well, he's not a giant, I know. I'm just tiny. The black-haired caught me staring and raised an eyebrow. I shook my head quickly and looked around to see who was the sorry sap who had been chosen. Then I heard someone clear their throat... right in front me.

I snapped my head to look forward. The police chief was standing in front of me, pointing a finger at me. I looked at the finger, going cross-eyed. I let out an amused chuckle.

"Ha, ha. That's a funny one. Seriously, who's getting picked?" I laughed nervously. The chief smirked.

"An American? And she's a smart alec, too." He eyed me curiously. "You're perfect for a more inconspicuous approach. See Alan here," he gestured to the giant, "is perfect for scaring off attackers. But you," he gestured back to me, "are perfect for different approach, a less suspicious approach." I clasped my hands together and bounced anxiously on the balls of my feet. Usually I'm totally calm and cool, but I'm freaking out.

"I understand, sir. But that wasn't the reason I was sent here. My parents should be informed about this--" I stopped myself. Since when did I care what my parents were informed of? They were the ones who shipped me here. They shouldn't be worried about me. The police chief raised an eyebrow.

"What was that about your parents?" he asked. I shook my head. "No, ignore that," I told him. I started taking everything to mind. If my parents won't be worried, why should I be worried? I might as well do a little exploring while I'm here. I'd much rather be living it up in a castle than in the barracks.

"Okay, then," I said, gladly stepping forward. The police chief still had his eyebrow raised, but he just shook his head. "Americans," he muttered. I fell into step next to the giant.

As we walked down the line of other cadets, I looked at the expressions of each of them. Some of them gave me thumbs-up, but most of them just gave me dirty looks. I walked past Charlie, who was one of the rare ones giving me a thumbs-up. I grinned at him. Kim, however, who was standing next to Charlie, looked like she was about to flip me the birdie. I bet she did when I turned my back.

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"Hello! Welcome to Adams Palace!" a peppy blonde woman said, greeting us with handshakes. She pumped my hand up and down, and by the time she let go, my arm felt numb.

"Thanks," I murmured with a wince. Alan nudged me with his elbow.

"Thanks," I repeated a little louder. I forced a smile. I looked up at Alan, who gave me a nod of approval.

"Well, down to business," the blonde woman said, clapping her hands together. She led us down a series of hallways before showing us to our bedrooms, which were right next to each other. I opened the door and walked into mine.

The place was huge. The walls were a pale blue, probably because they weren't expecting a girl to show up. I smiled smugly at the thought.

"There are plenty of clothes in the closet already. We hope you'll find them to your liking," the blonde woman told me, pointing to a walk-in closet. Good thing they were told about my gender before picking out clothes.

"Thank you," I said to the woman. She reached out to shake my hand, but I just waved. No way am I sacrificing my poor hand to that woman's death grip.

I heard a knock on the wall, followed by someone's voice. "Hey there," the voice said. It sounds so familiar... but how? "Just stopping by to meet you," the voice continued. I whipped around to see who it was. My jaw nearly dropped to the floor when I saw who it was.

"Ryan?!" I screamed.

"Jenna?!" he shouted.