Letters from Pigfarts Ch. 2

*~|SWEARING IS INVLOVED IN THIS STORY! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!|!*

Chapter 2- Off You Go



"Shoo! Deliver my letter!"

"YOU WANKER THAT'S NOT HOW YOU OWL!!!!"

You snapped your head from packing to the direction of the screeching Brit. The American next to him had outstretched its wings in an attempt to 'show it how to fly.'

You sighed at their antics and zipped up your (f/c) suitcase.

While Arthur showed his half-brother how it was done, you rolled your bag to the awaiting car. Matthew was there with his pet polar bear. Hefting your heavy bag, you basically threw it in the back of Arthur's rental van.

"Oh, _______, do you think Kumajiro will be allowed to come to Hogwarts with us?" pleaded the Canadian, snuggling his bear.

"Who are you?" it softly said. You chuckled. "Mattie, if they allow Quidditch like Arthur said, I'm sure they'll allow a harmless bear."

Your mind drifted once again to the 'deadly' game and shuddered. The way Arthur interpreted it, it didn't sound like so much fun.

Your letter and Matt's already sent, you leaned against the white van, sighing.

"I mailed my owl!!" cheered Alfred, jumping outside the house with his blue bag in tow.

"ALFRED JONES! PICK UP YOUR DIRTY UNDERWEAR FROM THE BATHROOM IMMEDIATELY!!" screeched Arthur, yelling from the second floor bathroom window.

Alfred groaned and sprinted upstairs to take care of it. You hopped into the second row with Matthew, but heard the two brothers still arguing.

Something along the lines of, 'Now get in the car, fatass!' and 'Are you still pissed about that whole American Revolution thing?'

Nevertheless, although grumbling, the two boys made it into the car. "Ready to hit the airport?" Alfred asked, putting the car in ignition.

You grinned. "Let's go to a magical school!" Arthur said, fist pumping.



|TIMESKIP|



"Dat plane ride." Alfred said, poker faced. You tilted your neck and heard a small crack. Groaning, you proceeded to stretch your back.

The plane ride from Vancouver to London was unpleasant to say the least. You got no sleep in Arthur's attempt to keep you three from jet lag.

There was a rush to get to Diagon Alley for a last minute school supply shopping.

You don't know what Arthur had done with them; they weren't on the taxi. You had kept your wand in your pocket, delicate not to break it.

"Oooh, our ride's here!" the Brit said cheerily as a taxi drove up to take them. It was ten in the morning, and you certainly were suffering from extreme jet lag.

"Hurry, or we'll miss the train!" Arthur yelled when you moved slower than snails.

You sleepily got in the back seat and rubbed your eyes. "King's Cross Station, please." Arthur says, getting in the front row.

Trying hard not to drift to sleep, you failed as you snuggled into Kumajiro's white fur and held him to your chest.

"NO SLEEPING!" roared Arthur. It widened your eyes like saucers, fully awake, and Alfred warily handed you a Styrofoam cup of coffee from Heathrow.

Matthew gazed at the gloomy, rainy weather of London out of the window, watching raindrops trail down the window.

"We've arrived." the taxi river said. He got out your bags for you and Arthur plopped some bills into the man's hands.

"Right! We have thirty minutes before the train departs. I have a friend holding our school supplies for us at the station. Shall we go?" Arthur said.

Now awake from the caffeine of the coffee, you nodded. You put your bags on a trolley and pushed the trolley around the station.

"Where's your friend, it's almost fifteen minutes until the train departs." grumbled a tired American.

"Ah, there he is. Ivan!" the man gestured over another man wearing a scarf and had violet eyes.

"Hello there, Arthur." he said in a Russian accent. "Have you got our stuff?" He nodded. "Already in the platform and on the train." Ivan replied.

"Ivan, this is Matthew, Alfred, and ___________." Arthur introduced. You sent a small wave his way.

"Privet. I'm Ivan. Shall we get going?" You all nodded. Examining your ticket again, you scrunched up your eyebrows.

"Uh, Artie? How exactly do we get to Platform 9 3/4?" you say, raising an eyebrow. You pushed along your trolley having to walk fast to keep up with the boys. You saw him grin. "You'll see."

Stopping at the block that had the signs labeled 10 and 9 on either side, Arthur held his trolley with tight fists and took a deep breath.

You were about to question what he was doing when Ivan gripped your shoulders. "Watch, devushka."

You did as told and studied Arthur's stance. Without another hesitation, he ran full speed at the brick wall.

You were about to cry out, but he seemed to melt into the wall. Shocked, you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came. "Your turn." Ivan said, directing to Alfred.

"What the hell dude?! No way!" the terrified American shrieked. "I-I'll go..." Matthew bravely volunteered.

Your eyes widened as Matthew copied Arthur's exact stance and sprinted at the wall, dissolving at the contact of the wall.

"I guess I'll go," the American said blankly, still shocked at his half brother's rare display of bravery.

He gulped before running at the wall. He seemed to wince before disappearing into the blue.

You were terrified. Hell, what if the wall didn't work? "We'll go together." the Russian said with a friendly smile.

You nodded, gripping the handle of the trolley. "Whatever you do, don't stop running until you reach it. Just keep going." he instructed.

You nodded, clarifying the previous stances made by your friends. You took a deep breath before taking off.

Ivan followed suit, running behind you. As you neared the wall, you squeaked, bracing for a painful impact.

Instead, you felt strong arms wrap around you. You looked up to see Alfred. "Let's go! We haven't time!" barked Arthur.

"I'd like to be on time!!" You all scrambled, boarding the train and getting your items on the train.

Hopping on board, you marveled. There were children in robes, practicing with their wands or what.

You remembered the wand in your pocket when you went to Diagon Alley. You traced your fingers over it spectacular design on the mahogany wood.

You put it back in your pocket, following Matthew inside an empty compartment and sitting down next to him.

Arthur, Alfred, and Ivan had all gone off to another compartment. Something about allied powers or what. Matthew held his polar bear tightly in his arms.

"You alright, Matt?" He nodded. "Fine. This is all amazing, eh?" he said with a smile. You smiled as well. "Yeah, I know."

The compartment door slid open, revealing a boy your age with glinting ruby eyes and platinum blond hair.

Standing beside him was a man with flowing blond locks to his neck's end and blue eyes.

Matthew seemed at a loss for words. He stammered. "Matthieu!!" the man said in a French accent, grinning.

You suddenly remembered a distant memory of the red eyed man and the French boy. You stood up, your mouth agape.

"GILBERT?! FRANCIS?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE?!?!?"