A brain storming session were my readers can comment on my ideas with their own suggestions

It was 10:00 AM when they finally got up. Mira  still looked a bit drowsy. 
"Come on, let's go for breakfast." Mira said. Isabella followed her down to the Great Hall. Adam was already there along with everyone else. 
Except for Michelle. 
"Where's Michelle?" Isabella asked. 
"It's Saturday.... you can't expect her to be up before noon. And don't wake her up. You don't want to suffer the same wrath as the others who dared disturb her sleep...." Mira shivered at the thought of it. She, along with everyone, felt shivers down her spine. 
"That bad, huh?" Isabella said... at first she thought they were joking but seeing the looks on their faces just made her question what was it that was so bad. 
"Let's not discuss it..." everyone nodded in agreement. Isabella came to the conclusion that perhaps it would be for the best if she never found out what they were all so afraid of.

"So anyways.... Isabella, are you still interested in Quidditch?" Adam asked. "Our seeker left last year. Wanna tryout?" 
"Yes! I played for Ombrelune- my Quidditch team at Beauxbatons." 
"Beauxbatons has houses too?" Jane suddenly jumped in. 
"Yeah. Three. Ombrelune, Bellefeuille, and Papillonlisse. We have house points too. We earn most of them from playing quidditch competitively." 
"Wow... I thought Beauxbatons would have a completely different curriculum but it seems to be mostly the same."
"Well we do learn a lot about music, creative arts and writing. We also focus on learning how to assess a situation instead of immediately casting a spell or hex. So it is sort of different from here." 
"Do you have a sorting hat too?" Jane questioned. She was very curious about Beauxbatons. She had dreamed of going there. 
"No. We have to shoot an arrow, and what ever color sparks the arrow bursts into is your house. Purple for Papillionlisse, Blue for OmbreLune and green for Bellefeuille. The arrow bases your house off of personality and character."
"That's so cool..." jane was about to keep asking questions but Adam stopped her. 
"Alright, more questions later! Isabella, you should come meet the team." Adam got up from the table. 
Isabella followed him after saying something to Jane because she looked disappointed. "I promise I'll answer all your questions later."
That made Jane feel better. 
The rest of the table continued to talk after they left. 
"How good are you?" Adam asked. 
"Pretty good, I've caught the snitch most of the times and my team is usually the winner." She replied. "Professor Bletchley has my record from playing quidditch at Beauxbatons... if you wanna check." 
"Yeah, I was going to head there anyways. "

After a while of walking they came to the Charms classroom. At the end of the classroom, professor Bletchley sat at her desk reading the Daily Prophet. Her eyebrows were stitched together, her lips pressed tight together. Whatever she was reading, must have not been too pleasant. 
"Ah, Smith. Isabella, I hope all is well?" She said. 
"Yes, ma'am." Isabella said. 
"Good.... now Smith. We need to talk about the Ravenclaw quidditch team. Any ideas for recruits?" 
"Actually, that's exactly what I came here to talk about. Isabella said she played Quidditch at her former school, I was wondering if she could play seeker?" He said. 
"Oh! That's a great idea! I saw her record, she was the best seeker in Beauxbatons!" Professor Bletchley exclaimed. Isabella's head was down, a slight blush. "Take her to meet the team and practices. I'm sure she won't disappoint." The Professor glanced at Isabella and smiled. "I'll see you on the field."

The left the classroom, and she followed Adam to well, where ever he was taking her. At first she didn't know but then she saw they turned at a big hallway. At the end was a door with an eagle on it. 
It was the Ravenclaw common room. 
"A prisoner is told "If you tell a lie we will hang you; if you tell the truth we will shoot you." What can he say to save himself?" The eagle said, turning to look at Adam and Isabella. 
Adam thought for a while, he started pacing. 
'Tell a lie... hang you... truth...shoot you...hm' Isabella thought. 
"Oh! He must say, 'You will hang me'". She said. Adam looked at her, his eyes wide.
"Good job." He told her. "Now come on!"
They entered the common room. Most Ravenclaws were at desks, studying, reading or writing. Only a few were chatting over by the fireplace. 
Adam led her to a table where five people were gathered and they were discussing something. 
The one who had been in some of her classes with Ravenclaw, had blond hair and green eyes, he was quite tall and well built too. 
"Adam!" He announced to the group. 
"Sup man." The high fived, fist bumped, something else and a quick hug which was more of a chest bump. It was their special handshake, Isabella assumed. 
"Where's Mira?" He inquired, when he saw Isabella. 
"Hangin with the others." Adam replied. "Alright so, Cal" Right! She had forgotten his name was Cal. "I think I've found our seeker." He told Cal, pointing at Isabella who stood behind him. 
The rest of the people turned to look at Adam. They must have all been older because  Isabella didn't recognize them as third years. A girl, with unruly bright red curly hair and shining big blue eyes stood up. She also wore glasses with a thick black rim. They only made her eyes look bigger. 
"We'll have to see. How about tomorrow, Quidditch field, 7 o'clock sharp in the morning. I already booked the field for practice."
"Sounds good." Adam said. Isabella stepped forward. "Her name's Isabella, she the-" she didn't let him finish. 
"Transfer from Beauxbatons. Isabella Dumont. Nice to meet y'all." She didn't want to seem shy or timid so she decided it was best to speak up and not let Adam do the introductions for her. 
"Name's Darcy. Darcy Barts. I'm a chaser and Captain of this team." She extended her hand. Darcy had a firm hand shake. Darcy was a 6th year. She started to introduce the other team members. Mary Haden, (5th year) a dark skinned girl with dreadlocks. She was a beater. Lucy Wade, (5th year) whose long blond hair was tied back into a beautiful french braid, was a Chaser along with James Casey (who went by Jace, 4th year). He had a messy undercut hairstyle and very interesting grey eyes. Cal Leuze (pronounced "lose") was a beater. Adam stayed to chat with the team, but Isabella left, deciding it'd be a good time to find the others.

Isabella Dumont is entering third year at Hogwarts. She was transferring from Beauxbatons (the french magic school) to Hogwarts. It was her mother’s decision. To her mother, Hogwarts is a complete mess. The views are stunning and all, and the Ravenclaw tower is most certainly magnificent with all the books she could possibly read and great friends but there’s only one big issue bothering her. And that’s Nicolas (Nick) Potter. 
50 years ago Harry Potter (Nick’s) grandfather defeated Lord Voldemort, a powerful evil wizard. And now Nick is attending Hogwarts, and according to Isabella he just thinks he’s the greatest, but he’s really just another annoying boy. 
But what will prevail in their relationship as Nick starts to show interest in Isabella?






(Harry Potter Fanfic)

I'm Halle. I'm a 14 year old 8th grader. I like to read romance, comedy, thriller, and nerdy novels. I absolutely love tea, especially Arizona Sweet Tea. I can eat peanut butter with anything and I like skateboarding. I live in a small town in the countryside. It's constantly raining, with occasional rain in the summertime. I have a large family that consists of 34 cousins on my dad's side of the family with three aunts and two uncles. My dad's mother has married seven times. She has been widowed and divorced. My grandfather was divorced by her because he was an alcoholic. She raised my father and his siblings with little money, in a small home. On my mother's side I have eight great aunts and uncles. My mother is an only child, my grandparents had divorced when she was still a minor. I have an older brother and my parents are still happily married. I have many pets consisting of chickens, horses, donkeys, guinea pigs, dogs, cats, and goats. My family used to have a male cow but he was sold. Growing up my mother was often told that her dearest daughter had angelic features. I'm told that I was very well behaved besides me being the pickiest eater the world has ever seen with an OCD towards everything. During this year I have been told that I have an angelic smile and I have been reminded many times of how I have very small ears and long fingers. I've been told that it is impossible for anyone to hate me, since I am, and I quote "the nicest person on Earth." Just like any stereotypical girl, I like Starbucks, but I believe that besides this, I am not stereotypical. I can hardly say I wear makeup since the only thing I ever put on my face is mascara and lotion. I'm a pretty natural person, meaning I'm not planning to ever have plastic surgery and I rarely use facial masks. I don't wash my face with any special skin care treatment soaps or whatever girls use. I simply just wash my face with plain soap. I've been told by many people I have beautiful hair. People can even tell who I am without looking at my face since my hair is so 'unique'. I have curly hair that most girls would LOVE to have. You know how when you curl your hair it makes those perfect curls that look like the swirly slide on a playground, well that's what I have. My hair used to be bleach blonde. As I got older my hair darkened turning to light blonde, then dirty blonde, extremely dirty blonde, and now light brown. My hair was slow in growth since I can remember having hair. In 5th grade my hair went down to my hips. That's when I decided to cut six inches off in length. My hair has grown back, not as long as before but still pretty long. I never blow dry, straighten, or curl my hair, since I like to keep it 'natural'. I simply wash it with shampoo and conditioner then brush it normally after it air dries. Unlike the other teenagers of my age, I'm not the biggest fan of junk food. I used to ONLY eat junk food when I was younger, and my mom was just thankful that I ate any food at all since I was underweight and a picky eater. Eating junk food leaves a bad aftertaste in my mouth. I occasionally have ramen, chocolate, and ice cream, but other than that I'm a pretty healthy eater. I participate in the sports of basketball, volleyball, soccer, and gymnastics. I'm a very quiet person and I tend to only speak when spoken to. I usually never initiate a conversation. I'm a straight A student in advanced Language Arts and Math classes and I have been recommended to be put in an advanced Chemistry class. I'm a massive animal lover, to the point where in my science class when we were observing deceased creatures in beakers, I noticed a deceased mouse and sparrow, leading to me hiding my tears for the majority of the period. When people have crushes on me they are usually normal but this year I've had either perverted or weird people with crushes on me. These same people have liked me for the past three years (since 6th grade). I have no interest AT ALL in being in a romantic relationship, yet I still wish that instead of perverted weirdos liking me that actual NORMAL people would seek my attention. You could say that I am a country girl since I do, in fact, own and use a lasso, cowgirl hat, cowgirl boots, and I ride horseback. In 6th grade I used to be obsessed with the thought of me being a country girl, and I would wear plaid flannels with bootcut jeans and my cowgirl boots. Everyday I wear the same sweatshirt and jeans, with the same black converse that I wear everyday. I will occasionally wear ripped jeans with a t-shirt and possibly gray vans. My best friend's mother had told her to stop dressing like a hoe, and I quote "should dress more like Adriana." Besides me having nice hair and nice facial features, my pleasant smelling self has added to my "perfect" image. I have been told countless times that I smell good, like pumpkin spice, and another best friend of mine's brother told me that I "smell good, like girl." I've also been told that I have a great personality and that I'm "weird" but a good weird "like a weird that makes people laugh and smile." I have so many things to brag about, like how when my family went to Alaska, my mother, grandmother, and I were leaving a gift shop and the woman at the front counter told my grandmother that "that girl has beautiful hair" which led to my granny proudly telling the woman "that's my granddaughter." Another perfect thing about me is that I like to play the piano and write poems. Some of the poems I have written consist of "My Thanksgiving Feast: 
Oh what a special day
When we feed the beasts
In our stomachs they lay
Oh what a special day
When we eat then sleep then chat away
In mountains, and fields my soul may lay
So that thy Lord shall take me away
To a place where colors have no gray
In the Fall with leaves and rain
Pumpkin pie and fields of hay
When Winter comes it's fields of snow
With presents and holly
Candy canes, cookies, and jolly
Then spring comes with yards to mow
Rain will fall and flowers will grow
Lilies and roses for Valentine's cheer
Spring will end and summer will join
With hot days at the lake and cousins who jeer
And celebrate the 4th of July and American tears
Then back to fall with spooks and scares
And after that we come back to this day
With turkey and thanks and a feast celebrate
Then again with a process, a cycle all year
And come back to this day once again next year.

Another poem I've written is:
The stars in your eyes could make even the sun fall for you
A kiss from your lips would light my heart on fire
Your smile is as warm as roasted chestnuts by the fire
Your the sun in my orbit,
I revolve around you
You have a special place in my solar system and I've fallen for you
So in other words I Love You.

Another:
I heard it's your birthday and I'm not one to be rude
So I wrote this poem and it's all about you
You have pretty blue eyes, brown hair, and white teeth
Your eyebrows are thick and your charisma is sweet
You're cool and you're kind and I can't find a rhyme
So happy birthday ___.

I shall continue to brag with a note that some family friends had written for me:
There are so so many "Reese"ons why people love to be with you. Your smile lights up a room.
Your laughter is like sunshine. Your sweet nature and kind example reminds others to show kindness. Your fun, light hearted attitude is contagious. We love you! Xoxo

Even though I have all these "perfect" traits people still judge me on stupid things like how I write in cursive, "Why are you writing in cursive?" like it's a bad thing that I'm writing in cursive and I shouldn't do it because it's "weird." I also get other stupid comments about my handwriting like "You write your d's and g's weird." because when I write in print I use cursive y's and g's and my d's have always been like that. And people constantly reminding me of how I'm "too innocent and pure" really irritates me, and since I'm passive aggressive I won't tell people to back off and stop pointing out stupid little details about me. I never point out little details about them in prissy little tones so why do it to me. I used to be naive and make friends with everyone and talk to everyone, I never once thought "he's so weird" or "ugh he really irritates me" but these sly little comments people are trying to pass as "innocent opinions" are taking my kindhearted personality for granted. Why are you just now pointing these things out and why do you care? It's just how I am so stop judging me.

Instead of writing a novel I decided to talk about myself. Thinking about what to write gives me writer's block. And everything I think of is way too similar to other people's writing ideas. "Tomboy meets bad boy" "Gangsters little mistress" "New to town". Nothing is original enough in my head. I can't make a comic because I'm bad at drawing and I don't like drawing. I only like writing poetry and ever since the 4th grade I've really enjoyed writing short stories but this is a challenge. I have to write a 10 thousand to 20 thousand word novel and submit it within 10 days. I don't HAVE to write it, but I want the prize of 800 coins so I can read more of the novels I enjoy. Because if it's one thing I know, it's that I love to read. The stories that people create on webnovel are so creative and it just shows how talented these people are. These people have absolutely FANTASTIC ideas and I wish I at least had an OUNCE of their creativity. I know that when submitting an original novel I will only have the slightest chance of getting the prize of 800 coins. In this massive vast ocean of creativity I have a 1/1,000,000 chance of being noticed. And with that being said I still have hope that I'll be noticed by at least someone. The beginning of my speech massively talks about my perfection and is SO boring that even I would have no enjoyment in reading this. But at least one person on this earth is capable of liking this. And they would be an absolute maniac to do so. I mean like they must have some MASSIVE mental issues. But I actually enjoyed writing this, it brought out my frustrated and tired emotions I've been pushing down for the sake of people's feelings. I HATE hurting people's feelings. While writing I've also been listening to classic rock from the '60s, '70s, and '80s. I've also been drinking iced chai tea with Minecraft music playing in the background. Fun fact about me, I like video games. This could be a flaw in some eyes, but it could also be a good thing in others. I have a PS3, yes I know the "XbOx Is BeTtEr" but this is what I'm stuck with. I'm actually a tomboy and like playing Call of Duty Black OPS II and Minecraft, and since my old Xbox is at my grandma's house, when I visit her I play Tony Hawk skater games. In 5th grade I was at my greatest height of tomboyness. I wore basketball shorts and baggy t-shirts every day with my blue high top converse. And since most of the time it's cold where I live, I would wear athletic leggings under my shorts, and in 6th grade boys started to wear leggings under their shorts too. Everyday I would put my hair up into a ponytail and I'd always call people "bro" and "dude" and I even wore boxer briefs and stole my brother's clothes. The reason why I became a tomboy was because I looked up to my brother A LOT. I wanted to be just like him, even though I'm a girl. I didn't want to change my gender or be called a "guy", but I did want people to notice me as a tomboy. In 6th grade I was less of a tomboy and went to my country girl stage, mixing with the tomboy stage. In 7th grade I became somewhat "normal" and would wear ripped jeans and sweatshirts just like the other girls. I even started wearing mascara. That same year I started to develop a "thing" for redheads, and to this day I'm still into redheads. I mean their hair is so unique and their eyelashes aren't BROWN OR BLACK AND IT"S AMAZING. Which brings me to my "crush" list. In 7th grade I decided to write down all of my crushes and say what I liked about them. All of them were athletic and cute so you could tell my "type."
1st: "I have a crush on P. He's tall, thin, cute, handsome, and I THINK he's nice and funny, plus he's a football player. In a game of capture the flag P got tagged by the other team, so I ran over to tag him back into the game, but I ran into S and got tagged. Someone (I can't remember who) tagged me back in and I tagged P in right away. Out of all my three crushes (note: why the freak did I have three crushes at once, what was wrong with me???) he's second best. P is also dating my friend J though… so that's weird/awkward. She doesn't know though.
2nd: "T is someone I a tiny bit like. He's nice, funny?, sweet and if he was fit (no offence) (note: DANG I was judgmental, one again, what was wrong with me???) he'd be cute, plus he's a football player. I sit next to T in honors ELA and was partnered with him in Technology in the 6th grade. He once for a little while said and told people that I told him to "go drink bleach and die in a hole," (note: what the freak, why is everything in this book weird) which I never actually told him to do, or even thought of it. I think he was imagining things or mistaken me for someone else who told him that. I think he's gotten over that now. He likes to spread the rumor that he has a crush on me, but I know that he will never actually like me. T does wrestling too, but I now only like him as a 'friend'." (Note: he's actually one of my best friends now and he's pretty darn awesome.)
3rd: "E is my ultimate crush. He's nice, sweet, funny, handsome, cute , has dimples, and thinks I'm pretty (note: oh my gosh this entire page is filled with things about him). He's a freshman and I'm only a 7th grader, but I just can't help but like him, like A LOT. Sometimes I have dreams with him in them and I also daydream about him all the time. He kept looking at me in Silverwood (note: that's because you kept staring at him without knowing it you naive girl), but I think that's just because of my indents (note: my indents are the scars I have from when I got molluscum contagiosum, a sickness you get from other little kids). He's good friends with G. E goes to a preparatory school or private school (either one I can't remember)(note:he doesn't; he just goes to a different school than me). He's amazing. When I was in line to go on Aftershock for the first time I was scared and worried but he helped me feel better. The second time I went on Aftershock (on the same day) K went on with me and G wouldn't give up him and E's inner seats but E did. He's so incredible! 
4th: "C has been my friend since we were little kids (I think preschool). He's funny and nice. I think our friendship is one sided. He's one of my best GUY friends. But I think I'm just some annoying girl to him (note: SIGGGHHHH). I like to tease him and do things like punch him in the shoulder (note: no wonder he thinks I'm annoying, gosh). I don't punch him anymore though because I know he doesn't like it (note: DUH). C is a football player and plays video games (which is a plus). His mom likes me. She even asked me to punch him on time.
5th: "H is SO, SO, SO cute. He's not as cute as E but, you know. H is tall and fit (note: no he's not he's chubby). He always wears these camouflage sweatpants. He's SO cool. He has the BEST fake British accent  EVER. Every time he does the accent I fall even more for him. Every time I look at the clock I see from the corner of my eye him making a funny face to me (note: that's because he liked me and so did some other kid in our class). He's nice to me. In gym class whenever I fail to do something he tells me it's alright and, in my mind, supports me. I really like him. But not as much as I like E.

As you can see I was boy crazy.

The commotion of the new semester turned into a ruckus after a few days, which had then turned into chaos in the span of the first month. That is to say, nothing had changed at all during this entire month. Being in charge of first graders on her third year as a teacher proved to be a challenge for Hee Yeon Kim, but for reasons she could only describe as &quot;complicated,&quot; she had been forced into this difficult task. To say that her experience was lacking was a gross understatement, and it was near impossible for her to manage the ruckus that the first graders were creating. As such, it became somewhat of a routine for the teachers of adjacent classrooms to intervene and suppress(?)* the children of Class 1-3. Perhaps it was thanks to that, or perhaps the children had simply grown accustomed to school after a month, but they had reached the point where they would calm down just enough for class to start. Hee Yeon had to settle for that. Nonetheless, as soon as breaktime started, the children would resume their chaotic commotion, filling the halls with their voices as Hee Yeon sat next to the window, her head in her hands in an attempt to withstand it all.

'If only they had gym class all morning long…'

But if that were the case, then she would have to be on guard, looking out for potential injuries, which would then cause even more of a psychological strain on her. In her current state of mind, however, she wished for nothing more than to escape from all the noise. When she looked up towards the classroom again, she realized that she had to say something.
&quot;Jihoon, you can't stand on the desk. You'll get hurt!&quot; She warned in her strictest tone. &quot;Heejin, don't get so close to the window! Get down from there! There, in the back! Stop running! What if you fall over?!&quot;
Even in the midst of all the chaos, she couldn't help but notice one of her students sitting quietly, in the middle of the row next to the windows. He had become the talk of the school due to his good looks, and he was the one exception in this classroom of constant cacophony. The boy was always reading. He mainly read textbooks, but sometimes would bring in children's tales from somewhere and read those. During class he would always look at her with bright eyes, listening so intently to what she said that she felt almost awkward under the pressure, but it was thanks to him that she felt proud and satisfied to be a teacher. After all, there wasn't a teacher alive who disliked diligent students.

The boy paid no mind to his teacher's rather open observation of him and just kept on reading. He was quite happy with his current lifestyle. The classes taught him new things every day, satisfying his intellectual curiosity, and every day, the knowledge he gained from his textbooks surprised him. Reading and reaching an understanding of the material in the textbooks, regardless of the curriculum, filled the boy with an almost euphoric kind of joy. This was especially true for afterschool math class, which made him feel jittery. He derived an immense sort of satisfaction with every problem he solved correctly, and as his knowledge increased, he almost felt as if he could organize his thoughts concerning his confusing circumstances.

Just as the boy was about to immerse himself in the joy of studying, someone tapped his shoulders. When he turned around, he saw that it was Jihoon. Though only a month had passed since the start of the new semester, Jihoon already stood out from the rest of the class. To put it nicely, he was a very lively child, but in reality, he was closer to a menace. He could not bring himself to sit quietly during lessons, sprinting out of the classroom to go to the restroom (and if the teacher chased after him, he would always run away with a huge smile on his face, as if he was enjoying a game of tag), and during break time, he would jump from desk to desk, like an action maniac who delighted in the thrill and excitement of dangerous activities. He was also very creative, always coming up with new ways to make the girl who sat next to him cry. All this caused the other kids to practically line up to join Jihoon in his &quot;games,&quot; and he had become infamous within the parents' SNS chatrooms. However, being the only son of a prominent family, no one could really touch him, only increasing the frustration of the victims'(?) parents and homeroom teacher.
This same Jihoon had just approached the boy, apparently nominating(?) him as the next victim, but the boy simply looked at him wide-eyed as if he didn't know what was happening. Jihoon had his back to the group of students who followed him and looked down at him. &quot;They say you look like a plaster cast,&quot; he declared arrogantly. What did that even mean? &quot;My mom saw my sister's drawing and she said it looked like you. That's what a plaster cast is. You're plaster.&quot;

The boy went blank at Jihoon's words, confused at the utter lack of context.

Jihoon was actually referring to a bit of a hot topic among parents for a brief period of time. During the entrance ceremony, the parents had discussed the boy's outstanding looks, and someone had mentioned that he looked &quot;statuesque.&quot; Following this comment, the parents of a student preparing for art school had brought up &quot;Julian,&quot; one of the plaster cast busts used as a drawing model. Of course, parents quickly fell into a typical SNS conversation, adding that their own children were just as pretty, or whose children had better looks, but it appeared that their talks of plaster casts had reached Jihoon's ears. However, being completely unaware of this whole situation, the boy sat there dumbfounded.

&quot;He's plaster face now.&quot; Said Jihoon again, almost triumphantly. At these short, nonsensical words, the students began to clap and laugh uncontrollably. Perhaps the boy's blank expression and reaction had somehow struck them as funny. Following this relatively small incident, the boy had gained the nickname &quot;plaster face,&quot; and when Myeong-su, who was in the classroom next door, found out about this, it became his nickname at the institute as well. When the teacher heard of this, she thought it was rather cute, but she was also concerned that the boy's feelings were hurt by the nickname. It wasn't uncommon for children to feel upset at nicknames they did not like and lose their spirits.

However, the boy paid no mind to it, partly because he wasn't sure whether &quot;plaster face&quot; had enough of a negative connotation to feel upset over it, and partly because he thought it was better than what they had called him back at the peasant town. They had taken to calling him &quot;scrofa**&quot; due to the fact that he scavenged in the forest all day, or just &quot;boar.&quot; Rather than being compared to a pig, covered in mud and oinking all around the place, he preferred being compared to plaster.

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With the approach of summer, the weather had reached the point where the impatient few had already begun to wear short sleeves outside. Volunteer workers still visited the institute every so often, now that the tough weeds sprouting through the lawn of the yard had grown enough to injure to the children. Though they were promptly eradicated by the volunteers, the teachers still had to warn the children to not go into the grass.

&quot;We'll be off!&quot;

The elementary schoolers shouted out as they got off the institute's van, cheerfully waving to the teacher sitting in the driver's seat. Among the children walking to the gates of the elementary school were the two first graders, Myeong-su and the boy, one third grader, one fifth grader, and two sixth graders. The sixth graders were very composed within and without the boundaries of the institute, and the third and fifth graders followed their every step. True to his status as a carefree, energetic first grader, however, Myeong-su ran into the school grounds, dragging the boy by the hand. The older children did nothing to stop them. Rather, they looked wholly uninterested, their steps seemingly much heavier than those of other students. But Myeong-su was too excited to pay attention to such things, and he just kept on running with the boy, who ran along like a leashed puppy. Though it looked like the boy was forcing himself to go along with Myeong-su, he was actually having just as much fun. He had recently discovered the existence of the school library and was ecstatic at the thought of feasting upon the mighty(?) collections of books within. The fact that all the children from the institute took the van to get to school meant that the boy always arrived before his classmates. Once in the classroom, he left his bag at his seat and headed straight to the library.

&quot;You're first again.&quot; The librarian had just started to open the library, and the boy greeted her, a gleeful smile on his face. &quot;You can go right ahead.&quot;

Having been granted permission, the boy bowed once again to the librarian, who was making her way towards her desk, and ran into the library. The musty scent of the books that had collected overnight filled his nose, and it almost felt sweet to him. He chose three books to read for that day, all relatively thin. His knowledge and comprehension were still not advanced enough for him tackle thicker books, causing him to always reach for the thinner books, meant for the younger students, without caring for their content. Such books mainly came out in series, so he had made it a habit to just go through the books series by series. Though the boy might have been unaware, children's books were not necessarily limited to just biographies and fairy tales, but also included illustrated classical literature and economics, which were enough to satisfy the boy's thirst for knowledge. Thanks to this, he had been able to catch up on his past seven years of no education and quickly learned about the systems of this world, as well as the social environment he was in.

He was also able to fully concentrate on books because they provided an escape from all the sadness and despair that came from being thrown into a completely new society and lifestyle. Or rather, he had no choice but to fully concentrate on books. His memories of the past still haunted him, no matter how much time passed.

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Once the teachers' morning meeting ended, Hee Yeon went back into her classroom. Her students, who once seemed like water in hot oil, now felt like powder filling up a lidless blender. Though she had no way of knowing when the blender would turn on and scatter the powder everywhere, things were under control as long as she kept a watchful eye on the switch.
Because classes had not started yet, the switch seemed to be half pressed already, though the students attempted, if only a little, to quiet down when the teacher had walked in. Only Jihoon, apparently still in hot oil rather than the blender, spoke loudly to his friend, while the rest of the students remained in their seats and murmured to each other. The children had no way of knowing that their collective murmurs let to a very loud ruckus. Only one student, called 'plaster face' by the other kids even though he looked more like a 'Julian,' paid no mind to the noise and silently read his book. After almost a full semester of knowing him, Hee Yeon thought that he was possibly in the school's top ranks when it came to concentration and attitude towards learning, and though he hadn't stood out that much at the beginning of the semester, he had started to show great improvement in writing composition and math. When the teacher in charge of the afterschool classes spoke to her about the boy, complimenting him greatly in his skills, Hee Yeon's expectations of him had grown even more. Looking at him now, reading his book, it was hard to imagine that he was from an institute.

Just then, the bell rang out, signaling the start of classes.
&quot;Well then!&quot; Announced Hee Yeon. &quot;We'll begin class. Do you know what's for first period?&quot;
&quot;Family learning!&quot;

Hee Yeon smiled despite herself. The students seemed like small birds all singing together. Then she met eyes with 'Julian.' Though she was unsure when it had started, she definitely felt that family learning classes drained her the most, especially when looking at those eyes, filled with such sorrow. The teacher of three years couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt whenever she met those eyes, and she didn't even know why.

&lt;The New Semester (1)&gt; End

*(?) – this is often used when the word used before it conveys the connotation the author wants, but is not fully accurate. For example, teachers likely helped calm the kids down and maybe reprimand them, but they didn't actually physically suppress the students.
**scrofa – from Latin &quot;scrofa,&quot; it literally means &quot;sow.&quot; Typically used to refer to female pigs used for breeding.

A boy who was living an ordinary life in another world suddenly came to the present world.

Social systems, way of life and morals... They have all changed.

How will the boy try to survive?

What kind of life will the boy live?

Im sorry I am not the best at writing character bio but I am trying my best 
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Name: Anna Bear Myers 
Age: 16 
Gender: female
Date of birth: 5th Jan 2003 
Height:	short
Hair colour:	blonde
Eyes: blue

Background: Anna is a 16-year-old teenager who likes to play hockey and card games. 
She is creative and creative, but can also be very selfish and She is currently at school and she works at her family shop
Physically, 

Anna but otherwise in good shape. She is short with pale skin, dark brown hair and brown eyes. Her father passed away 15 years ago, leaving her mother and her brothers , her mother to look after 

Hobbies: books, relaxing, card games, listening to music , art 

Favourite foods: dark chocolate, Chicken soup, pizza 
 
Parents: Matthew( her dead dad) and Mary
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Name: noah Baker 
Age: 15
Gender : male 
hair: brown 
Eyes: green
Hairstyle: short 

Background Noah is a 15-year-old teenager who enjoys listening to music and learning new languages. 

He is brave and bright, but can also be very rude and a bit boring And He is a Scared of dogs because of a past  event that involved a dog biting him and scaring his arm
Physically, Noah is in pretty good shape. He is average-height for his age with pale skin, black hair and red eyes.

Noah's best friend is Daniel and they like to play games and sometimes they draw

Hobbies: listening to music, learning new things, relaxing, 

Phobias: dogs and losing all his family and friends and to be the one to blame from their death 

Favourite foods: chocolate cake, donuts, chicken, pizza 

Parents : Rick and Sophia Smyth

Earth suffered the apocalypse and almost all human were turn into monsters or dead and our main character died and come back to save his family and friends.


Author note
This is my first story and I know it not that good

Hello everyone my name is Rosalynn Doherty I'm currently 17 years old and from Massachusetts in the USA I love writing typing reading I'm quite a bookworm actually I also love singing dancing acting I'm into the performing arts tho don't ask me to play an instrument lol. I currently have a cat named KitKat who...I think thinks she's a dog not quite sure but she often sits by me while I work i often like to hear opinions and suggestions from people which is why I have chosen not to continue until I get the opinion of the people what do you all enjoy? I'm currently into Vampire and Werewolf romance i just can't help but wish the dreamy guys in those stories were real. Sorry got a bit off topic lol. I am Bisexual and currently taken by my girlfriend who supports my ideas and tries her best to help me. I need to listen to music in order to work usually I'm writing romance stories so I listen to the type of songs that have love in the meaning with the lyrics and tune and it helps me come up with new ideas. Tho I must say it doesn't always protect you from writers block which i have dealt with a few times while typing out my thoughts and creative story ideas. I hope you all can help me get this novel started and will enjoy it I cannot say it will be perfect but I say I will absolutely try my hardest to please all of you thank you for giving me your time.

Good afternoon to my reader and Thank you for your support for me until now. I never imagine that I can finish 2 Volume in 1 month!!
I writing just for fun and sometimes I lost motivation to continue the story. Your support is very meaningful for me to continue writing this story.

Okay...Let's start our Q&A session part 2!!!

Here simple question that I got so far.

Q: Why the MC can't lie perfectly? Princess Olivia and Sophia can find something odd in his statement.

A: He is just thrown into a different world. He still needs to arrange information from the boy's memories. So he just tells simple explanation and avoids to mention his origin.

Q: Caroline is hypocrites?

A: Her relation with Vin is similar to hostile. She hates him due to his trait, but she still cares for him because of he still a child. I will let you to to determine this.

Q: Why there's a typo in the early chapter?

A: I apologize for that typo, but thanks to you who pointed out my mistakes, I have been fixing it. ^^

Q: I feel your novel is too slow. I want Vin to interact will a lot of people.

A: Okay, Rejoice for my reader. I will do that on the 3rd volume.

Q: What theme for 3rd volume?

A: School life and Rival

Q: Rival?!! Who is him?!!

A: More than this is a spoiler.

Q: Why Caroline stole Vin's first kiss?!!!

A: She doesn't steal his kiss, she just helps him to drink the Elixir. Vin doesn't know that though so that doesn't count as a kiss.

Q: When Vin becomes OP? I want to see him more in action!!!!

A: Cheat isn't growing on the tree guys. So he needs to learn step by step. On the epilogue Vol 2, you can imagine a glimpse of how will Vin gets stronger, isn't it?

Q: Noooo, I want Vin X Olivia!!!

A: Oioi, you can't make princess become your girlfriend after helping her once you know. If that possible to happen, even the guards in the Palace will become her boyfriend!!!

Q: So Olivia will still have hope for becoming MC heroine?

A: Yes~

Q: How?!!!

A: More than this, will be spoiler~

Q: How long you will continue this story?

A: I already have a concept until the 5th volume. So maybe I will write until 5th volume. If I have more ideas maybe I will write until the end. So please give me your idea via review or comment ^^

This is the first time I writing about romance and I hope it doesn't cringe...
You can give your question via comment and I will answer it if I can.

Okay, I think that's all for now~
See you later on 3rd volume ^^

Looking for anti-mainstream isekai?
Try to read my novels!!

Warning: This novel is slow-paced, I hope you don't bored.


Synopsis:
A child was raised to become a professional assassin.That child doing that to avenge the death of his parents. But he realized that he had been working for the murderer that he was looking for. After he had done various dirty things and killed many people, he eventually realized the fact. Even so, he managed to get his revenge but lost his life as a price. But not the realm of death awaiting him, but a new world. With various complicated situations, various problems will come to our MC.


Author Note : 
-I apologized for my terrible grammar and any typo.
-This is my first time writing a novel. I hope u will kindly give me support like critics and advice to improve the story quality.

-I don't own the image on the cover

I suddenly stop writing sorry but as i said it already i need study a lot from now on but until end of august or end of september i want to write something but writing this fan-fic was fun but when i write 5th chapter i feel like i was not the one who write it and didn't have fun when wrote it because it was hard for creating a plot out of nowhere that even not written by someone who wrote original story. But for new fan-fic i need your ideas please tell me so i can maybe get a insight from them or use them thank you for everybody who read this😊It will be DxD,Action,Adventure

This is my first time writing a story.I'm trying to write a story to release my boredom so please don't be to harsh i can accept a little criticism.i don't own anything except my oc's i hope you like the story because i will not compeletly follow the plot.

"Story starts 200 years before the great war"

"Cover Pic of this fan-fic's from pinterest"

Greetings everyone!

I've been busy editing some stuffs from the previous chaps. Not to worry, I did not change anything, just 'clean' some errors and patch some plotholes. Especially the errors my allegedly alive Keyboard did.

So... for the new readers, I welcome ya'll, for the old readers, Thank you thank you thank you~ I really feel grateful that ya'll keep on supporting me. Shoutout to Cerment_the_frog, hopefallsnow01, Jagermeister, LoudHermit and ChiseHatori and those who kept on reading my story since square one.

And by the way, You should skim the first 20 chaps for additional snippets that I added :3. I wasn't planning to add them at the first place since I'm not yet sure about the system and plots and everything I wanted to integrate into this story.


So to be honest, I didn't expected this sudden recognition, I was just casually writing stories then sharing them to the world through Webnovel. And now, I'm starting to get comments and reviews, which greatly pleases me! Please give me more of those, thank you so much.


So yeah, I had the plan to drop this novel before, during those quarantine stuffs and online class wackamoles, and yet, I'm still here, writing Vol. 2. So thank you ya'll for the support.

Anyways, since Webnovel doesn't have an open forum feature in the app which I greatly wish they are planning to add, I'll be opening this chap for any questions ya'll have in your mind, tips for my story and your ideas - Especially names, I lack the creative brain to think of names.

Oh right! Give me more of those honest reviews! I love those! They're helping me improve the quality of the novel. So feel free to leave some reviews for this novel. Shoutout to Jaxer30 and Nith_Haiah.

All in all, thank you for following the development of Defend the Queen.

How to defeat a horde of monsters?

Create an army!

How to do that?

BECOME A QUEEN!!

Set your colony, raise your army, attack monsters, eat their flesh, then evolve!

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Iziul was the youngest and the only female General of the Army of Earth year 2075 who attained the respectable rank of Five-Star.

Sadly, her high prestige was ended after being sent to her death trap by.

Waking up again, she was brought to another world quite different yet similar to Earth.

Trees were towering here as animals and insects that were seen small at earth became gigantic titans that wrecked havoc.

"Is that mothra?!?! godzilla?!?! wait! Why are they so big but... normal. Normal???

Holy Sh*t. They are not big! 

I'm just small!"

Join Iziul, as she transmigrated into a
Queen Bit and thread the path of evolution while building her army of children to conquer the world!

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Hope you guys enjoy it!

I am so sorry for lack of updates! I did not mean to go this long without an update but internet services at my house got shut off temporarily. As a make up I will share some of my ideas and thoughts on this novel a kind of behind the scenes look.

First off Alexander was never supposed to get Merlins Journal when i first made this, in fact Merlin was meant to have already been dead. Instead my original idea was for Alexander to find Merlins staff in the vault and the staff would assimilate Alex's wand. Envy also was not mean to exist when I first thought of this but I had an incredible urge to make my own OP creature and the urge was overpowering so Envy got made.

Envy has it's own personal abilities. One is Hyper Absorption and Assimilation. Meaning Envy will absorb anything it 'eats' and assimilate the genetics into it's own code to be brought out whenever. Envy can still be like the non Royals meaning if Alex was to have Envy drink a potion Envy could start producing said potion in it's own body. I have plans to have an infinite supply of Truth Serum, but not Liquid Luck. I can have him make Liquid Luck but the more you use the potion the less effective it gets so Alexander won't use it but will trade and sell it if needed.

Alex was also supposed to be emancipated when he first went to Gringotts and claim the Prince, Emrys, and Ravenclaw Lordships but I changed that as you can tell. Irma Pince also had a nice scene where she was reinstated into the House of Prince but again changed it by not making him emancipated early.

Some spoke up about Merlin attending Hogwarts as a child, I have a solution for that. I am still on the fence if I want to save the Basilisk or if it will be too far gone and thus need put down. I mean a thousand years of Isolation under a lake would drive anyone crazy right?

Later introduction of a new creature I will call an Agmentoise. Basically a Tortoise that eats metal and then that metal forms it's shell. I am also debating if I will have envy eat a Doppelganger.

Alex may or may not still punch Dumbles in the face. Because of the word Obscurals.

Now while I was on 'Break' I had some thoughts. I really want to start up a secondary fanfic where the MC is an Older Alexander. The plot would be because he 'stole' Harry's Prophecy, Fate herself gets upset with him and at her first opportunity tosses him out of his dimension. It would be a World Hopping thing. In this I have a list of worls he could start with at first and go on from there until he makes it back to his original world either by ascending to Godhood or by just finding a space/time ability.

Now the Worlds I am leaning towards are [Naruto, Avengers (Movies), One Piece, Devil May Cry (I think it would be funny if Vergil and Alex meet), some Zombie Apocalypse world (Any Zombie world be it Resident Evil, Dead Island, etc.) Final Fantasy X (Only because I know that one best), Harry Potter (This would be canon Harry Potter where Alex never existed.) I am open to suggestions for worlds but I will need to know them myself. Example of me not knowing something myself is I still haven't watched or read Highschool DxD so I would not know the plot very well. Now I am planning on making his first world be either Naruto, Avengers, or One Piece. Naruto has Space Time Genjutsu, One Piece I would make him find a Space Time Devil Fruit and Avengers have all sorts of powers and the Space Infinity stone. Though even if he DID get one of the abilities for that he would still be transported randomly for reasons. I like crossovers.

Though if I decide to not wait til this Novel is finished, let's face it this might take a month or two and I have ADHD very badly so I might lose the spark to want to make a secondary fanfic so it is a 90% probability, I would make sure that Alex has his memories sealed, at least in the first world. Envy would still be with him though.

Another thought was Filler. See I wanted to have another chapter filler before the Dragon in Hagrids hut thing but I couldn't think of anything to use then I thought why do I need to use filler? It's my novel I say I skip to the dragon after all there isn't much left to his first year anyway. 

Now I also thought people like making fanfics with OP MC's like a smart god like Harry Potter and then I thought why does no one just ACCIO off Quirrellmorts turban during a feast or something? I then thought it is probably either A No one thought of it and B Quirrellmort would probably start firing off spells and kill someone before being taken down. But I may still do the accio turban thing anyway for schnitts and giggles because no one else, that I have read about, has ever done it.

Some people have brought up my MC is Niave but I would like to clarify he is not a reincarnated or a time traveller or transmigrated. He is just an 11 year old currently. I believe that allows for some child niavette even if he is a genius.

ALSO A BIG THANK YOU FOR YOUR VOTES!! I was so excited! Please continue to support me if you would. I am going to try my best! I'll be taking this chapter done in a few days. I just wanted to give you all a little insight and my apologies and thank yous. Hopefully will be able to upload some chapters today after I wake up. Thank you again.

Last thing this will only continue til 4th, 5th, or perhaps the beginning of 6th year. Either he will deal with Voldie in the Graveyard or deal with Toad Woman and Voldie in 5th year. Honestly I prefer 5th year because I hate that disgusting pink hell spawn! Toad Woman is probably the only Harry Potter character unanimously hated by everyone. I mean I have seen HP fanfics with a Good Voldemort but I have only seen one where they tried to justify umbridge and I didn't like it. I don't care what the authors reason were but there is no way torture of children could be justified. Though I do respect their creative input I just really dislike Umbitch more than any other person in the HP universe.

Ok again Thank you, even though you had to read that mini rant.

Alexander Prince is known as many things. Genius, Prodigy, Fighter, Demon and now one more is added to that list, Wizard. With friends in High Places and more in low how will the Uncrowned Prince change the wizarding world and are they ready? Also why is his new Half Brother so famous in this world?

The writing gets better at chapter 10.

[I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER]

Nor do I own the picture. Here is a link to the source that I found the image on all credit to the artist who made it none to me. Alexanders Hair is supposed to be black but I can't find a black haired Vergil anywhere and I can't draw or edit to save my life so yea...

https://www.zerochan.net/1506148

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