Sorry for the long wait guys, I had a bout of writers block. But, here is a new chapter. Sorry for any spelling or grammatical mistakes. Hope you enjoy. Review please!

Chapter 7

When they made it home later that evening, the first thing Ron did was drop himself face first on the sofa, not even taking off his shoes or dropping his bag before hand. Once he was comfortably settled on his stomach, however, he toed off his shoes, letting them clatter to the floor and using one arm to shrug off his backpack, letting it fall to the floor near his head.

It was a few minutes later that Rian appeared in the living room, barefoot, and changed into something slightly more comfortable than what they wore to school - shorts and a long sleeve t-shirt, his arms bare, letting the markings making their way up his wrist be shown to the room. Ron grinned as he picked up his backpack, before letting out a small 'Ew. . . ' as he gingerly picked up his friends shoes.

Ron knew that his best friend couldn't bare to let his things lay about on the floor, his childhood with the Dursleys making him nearly obsessive with keeping things clean and tidy - when they were in Hogwarts, Ron knew that their dorm room was the cleanest boys dorm that Hogwarts had ever seen baring the beginning and the end of the year.

"You need to clean up after yourself, Ron. Please." Was uttered at Hadrian moved from the room, and Ron sighed, knowing he would do as his friend said next time.

Hermione listened from the kitchen, where she was fixing herself and her boys a snack, knowing they all needed to sit down and talk, and talking around food was always the easiest, as it made Ron calmer, and Hadrian liked having something in his hands. Her sandwiches done, she grabbed three packets of crisps and a small bar of chocolate, and walked out to the living room, nudging Ron with her leg as walked past him. Calling out to Hadrian, soon the three of them were at in a circle in the living room, in front of the TV.

Ron was sat on the sofa by himself, with Hadrian and Hermione sat on the floor so that the formed almost a triangle. Each of them had a small sandwich in their laps, as well as a packet of their favourite flavour of crisps beside them. They were talking about a subject that Ron had never liked - school.

"How was your lessons, Hermione?" Hadrian asked curiously, picking apart at the bread of his snack.

"They were all rather interesting actually. I stayed caught up with the my muggle studies whilst at Hogwarts, persuading my parents to by me the correct textbooks for each subject I'd wanted to take, and I'd always figured that school would be easy. I found Primary school a breeze, and figured secondary school would be as well, although in America the school is dived differently - Elementary, middle and high school, which is rather interesting actually compared to Englands school system - " She broke off, biting her lip to stop rambling facts that she knew the other two didn't want- or need - to hear.

"But it was surprisingly challenging, and the lessons were good. I'm quite looking forward to tomorrow, although I could do without all the staring."

Ron rolled his eyes and laughed, injecting his own opinion before it would be asked for.

"It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, although some of those guys are annoying - and persistent. I was asked so many times if I would join the football team, or the basketball team, or the track team. And then the girls" He moaned, rolling his eyes dramatically. "I thought they'd run out of breath when they started asking me questions."

"I wish it would be quieter, but the curriculum's good, and some of the people there seem alright." Hadrian piped in.

Ron and Hermione exchanged looks, before looking back at Hadrian.

"The Cullens." Hermione said.

The Cullen house was a mess. Metaphorically speaking, of course - the actual house was in perfect condition, and nearly always had been, a fact of which Esme Cullen, matriarch of the family, was proud of.

"They are certainly different." Edward was telling Carlisle. All of them were gathered in the family room, the TV on but muted. All of them were spread around, Carlisle sat in an armchair and his wife perched on the armrest. Bella wasn't there, which, honestly, Edward was glad for this time.

"They smell different to everyone else. None of us can really put a finger on it, but they have this underlying scent that's not really a scent - like lightning, or waves during a storm. Powerful." Alice supplied.

Emmett was stood leaning against the doorway, Rosalie stood next to him, filing her nails with careful precision.

"They're all really nice." He spoke up. "But they're hiding something. Something sad."

Everyone turned to look at him, and Alice's lips turned down in a sad pout at the thought of her mate being sad.

"I share a lesson with Hadrian, and he is extremely shy. Its almost endearing." Edward said once again.

"His friends seem protective of him." Jasper had observed. "Which is different from most friendships like theirs - usually, the two males are protective of the female, not the female protective of one of the males. I mean, it usually just instinct to protect what is perceived as the weakest - and throughout history, women have been the weakest, of only physically." He mused. Rosalie bared her teeth at him.

"I don't mean to imply that women are weak - in fact, they're probably stronger than men in some ways." He placated her.

"You saw Hadrian, right?" Emmett asked. "A strong wind would probably break him in half." He boomed.

Jasper frowned at him worriedly.

"He's probably the weakest of the three, physically then." Alice said.

"The weakest of us three." Jasper muttered, darting an arm out to wrap around his mates waist.

"Just means we'll have to protect him more." Alice whispered in his ear.