CHAPTER 4

— ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱʜɪᴘꜱ —

Silas Parker

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His whole life was chaotic. Silas Parker couldn't pass more than a day where there wasn't a single thing out of the ordinary, which subsequently made it ordinary. But he wasn't complaining. He wasn't a guy for normality and he wouldn't settle in the middle.

Maybe it had to do with the way was raised. Fine. It definitely had to do with that. Nothing in his life had ever been orthodox. His dad, Kai Parker, was a siphoner that was bullied by his family and eventually killed them, subsequently being sent to a Prison World in 1994 only to be freed by his aunt Ellie, his mom, and his uncle Kol.

His mom, Davina Parker (nee Claire), was a New Orleans witch that was going to be sacrificed in a harvest until Elijah and aunt Ellie saved her.

He, himself, was an accident, a product of teenage pregnancy, part of the cliche of 2011. The wave of 'mistakes' though they were constantly reminded that they were just 'pleasant surprises'. He didn't care though because he wasn't treated like a mistake. His parents always made him feel special. Not in the, your drawing is so good way when it actually isn't. But they gave him a home and love and everything that they didn't have growing up. Well, he had a sister, Atlas, and he was sure Kai had siblings growing up — mainly because he killed about half of them and his younger twin siblings are still alive (aunt Liv and uncle Luke are still somewhat cold towards his father but other than that hitch the family relationships were great).

Kai Parker, his dad, though many thought a sociopathic maniac that had a thing for killing, was his hero. The guy was a legend, either if it was in a positive and negative way Silas didn't care. But then again every kid of the new generation had their morals slightly mucked, which meant they don't blink an eye to horrific background stories their family has.

Besides, much like his dad, Silas liked to take everything as a joke. He didn't blab like his old man, his mom made sure of it. Though his sister was great at talking and talking and talking. . . . He did have his mother's hot temper but only when his sugar levels were down (so mornings, and when he didn't have his cupcakes).

That's was why he went so well with his brother in everything but blood, James Mikaelson. The latter was a loud and sometimes obnoxious lad. He was impulsive and rash-like uncle Kol but he had a huge heart and cared deeply. Their friendship wasn't perfect though, of course, they argue, but what siblings don't?

Speaking of James, the both of them were making their way to Transfiguration at the moment. They had just entered the room — again late, due to a problem with toothpaste and penguins (don't ask). Silas looked around he noticed that Scarlett wasn't in the room, but then he remembered they didn't have this class together (which was weird as they all had the same classes for years in Hecate). Everyone else thought was already there. It was a Monday morning, and he could almost laugh as he saw India's head almost falling from her head as her eyes drooped. Hope was by her side doodling on her notebook, like she usually did when she was bored. The marauders, their new friends were one or two tables over, and Silas noticed how Lupus looked more tired than usual. It must've been because of the incoming full moon, he figured —

"What is that Mr. Mikaelson?"

Silas was snapped out of his thoughts as he looked around to see Professor McG furrowing her eyebrows, lips pursed as she looked at James.

"What?" James asked frowning and Silas mentally facepalmed.

"What is that, Mr. Mikaelson?" she said, her lips pursing even more as she pointed at James's chest. Well, not his chest, but his Kiss t-shirt, he was wearing underneath his unbuttoned shirt with his tie untied around his neck.

"That's my heart, Professor," James said cheekily making Silas mentally facepalm trying not to laugh as the people around them snickered under their breaths, "Do you want it?"

Professor McGonagall did not find it amusing. Her lips now not visible, and her face stern. "That thing you're wearing, Mr. Mikaelson."

"That's my t-shirt."

"Why are you wearing it?" she asked a tone of exasperation giving a big hint that her patience was running thin. However, Silas knew damn well James had not caught on to it.

"It brings out my eyes," he said simply then took to pointing at the letters on the t-shirt, "If you can see the letters are gold-ish which makes my eyes more bright. It's really clever if you ask me."

"Well, I didn't, Mr. Mikaelson," McG said sternly, no hint of amusement in her voice though Silas could swear he saw a corner of her lip twitch. "It's not part of the school uniform. Detention tomorrow."

Silas saw as James grinned at the Professor before the both of them went to sit down on the table behind India and Hope.

"And I hope it's the last time you're late," the Professor added as she made her way to the front and both Silas and James saluted her.

"Today we will be learning the Bird conjuring charm non-verbally," Professor McG announced in the classroom, and they did as they were told.

They all spent the classroom conjuring up birds. Though their clique of four were having more fun seeing who could conjure up the more amusing ones. By the end of the class, Silas had proudly conjured up nine birds — which meant secret, as he remembered from their classes in Hecate.

Hope and India had conjured up some colorful parrots that took to start repeating everything everyone said and eventually it got so chaotic that no one (apart from them) could work properly and she had to vanish them. And lastly, James had come up with one of his most stupid brilliant ideas. He had the nerve to conjure up bloody penguins in class which left Silas short of breath as he watched them walk around pecking other students.

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but congratulate them on their display of tremendous magic. They had, after all, created a zoo in her class — even if they didn't use any spell or technically even their wands. The other students around them were either amused, astonished, or glaring at them out of shrill jealousy, Silas figured.

After Transfiguration, they had charms, which Silas was glad was with Scarlett this time. The group wouldn't be complete without her. . . . Either way, after that class the marauders suggested they went to sit by a beech tree near the Black Lake, where they could hang out.

"The tree's named Alfredo," Silas heard James muttered from beside him and turned to him amused. James was grinning at the tree then back at Silas. "He says he likes the company."

"Thank him, then," Silas laughed tuning back in the conversation.

"Evans was totally looking at me today," he heard Potter say as he threw a golden flying ball in the air letting it flutter for a second before catching it again.

"I think she was looking at my penguins, thank you very much," James scoffed from beside Silas and the other James shrugged.

"It was still in my way. . . ."

"I wish Atlas would look my way," James sighed and Silas saw India snort.

"She doesn't even swing that way," she said and Silas couldn't help but nod.

"I need to find a new Atlas," James announced to the group, and Silas, Hope, and India all groaned.

"How about you lay low?" Silas asked tentatively, "We're in a new unive — OW!" he yelped as Scarlett kicked his shin, from her place a few feet away from him, her head resting on Hope's lap. Silas rolled his eyes and grabbed her feet locking them in his lap so she couldn't kick him again. "Anyway, we're in a new country, try to get a new role, because the obsessive tool is already taken."

"Oi!" Potter said feigning hurt. "I'll have you know that this year Lily won't resist my charms!"

"RIght," Black snorted, "Like she wouldn't resist your charms in the second year, or third, or fourth, or fifth, or —"

"I get it!"

"Wait a second. We know Potter has his Lily-flower who won't look his way. But who do you guys have?" India asked the four marauders as Silas mindlessly played with the shoelaces on Scarlett's shoes.

"Sirius had a thing with Marlene a couple of years back," Potter said and Black nodded.

"Didn't work out," he shrugged and Silas noted as sometimes his eyes would trail back to India.

"Moony is too hung up on his furry little problem and Wormy also doesn't have anyone," Potter finished.

"Oh. Huh," said India, and Silas heard James scoff from beside him muttering something along the lines of 'such an eloquent that one' under his breath.

"What about you, anyone back home?" Black asked them but his eyes once again were strangely trained on India. Silas rolled his eyes mentally. Black couldn't be more obvious. Sure he couldn't say that Black had a crush on India because that would be absurd after a couple of days, but he sure knew she was at least intriguing him, which didn't sit quite right with Silas.

He was by nature a protective person, but he would go to further lengths for his family. As much as he thought that James's obsession with Atlas was amusing, that was it because he knew the guy didn't stand a chance. Because if he did, he wouldn't as Silas would surely take a lot of time to convince that it was a good idea for them to hate. But then again Atlas was his little sister. The same applied to India, who was basically a sister to him.

"I had Atlas. . . ." James sighed dramatically and Silas rolled his eyes, hitting his arm.

"Chill dude, that's still my sister," he said and James shrugged.

"Nah," India shrugged, "There aren't many interesting people back home."

"I beg to differ. I think there are not many people our age back home." Hope snorted. Silas rolled his eyes. 

He would never understand them. Of course, there were interesting people their age. Mainly from Mystic Falls high. The only drawback was that they didn't quite like the Hecate kids. And in Hecate people were also generally interesting (which supernatural wasn't), the only problem was that they deemed their group as 'unapproachable' or at least they deemed Hope and India that way. Silas himself couldn't care less — though his natural charm did bring a lot of admirers his way — and James was quite oblivious to the world — he too had some "admirers" but his bloody infatuation with Silas's sister made him quite blind. Scarlett was the only one that was friends with everybody (or mostly everyone) and had even dated a guy a year or so back but that ended when he and Silas had gotten into a fight. The guy Scarlett was dating, Silas couldn't remember his name, had said something bad about her, the next thing he knew Silas saw red and was on top of the guy beating him to a pulp.

"Right. Remember that one time we saw Marcel?" India asked with a smirk snapping Silas out of his daze.

"Ew. Indy he's like twenty times your age," Scarlett laughed and Silas smiled. It was true though, Marcel was about twenty times older than them.

"And?" India snorted.

"Who's this Marcel?" Black asked with a frown.

"A family friend."

"Ish," James added with a grin and Silas laughed but then he noticed a buy pass by the lake, openly glaring at them, or the marauders specifically.

"Why is that git glaring your way?"

"That's Snivellous?" Black answered.

"What's a Snivellous?" James question as he squinted his eyes looking for the guy.

"Severus Snape," Pettigrew explained.

"We don't get along," Lupus added and they all made 'Oh' sounds of understanding.

"That's Snape?" he heard James's voice in his head.

"Yeah," Scarlett answered.

"He doesn't look like Alan Rickman," India said and they all mentally snorted.

"Why don't you guys get along, exactly?" India asked the group.

"It's a long story," Lupin answered and they shrugged in response. They weren't going to push their boundaries, of course.

"Have you guys ever played Quidditch?" Potter asked changing the subject.

"What?" Silas asked frowning as James said "Flying soccer?"

"I dunno what soccer is but I do know it's a crime not to play Quidditch!" Potter gasped causing Silas to gasp sarcastically.

"It's also a crime not to know soccer, Potty," he said.

"We play real sports," James added and Silas nodded.

"Like what?"

"Basketball, Football, Baseball, blah, blah, blah," James said.

"What?"

"You're such wizards," Silas sighed shaking his head at Potter and Black all of whom seemed lost. Lupin and Pettigrew though seemed to know what they were talking about.

"You're wizards too," Black pointed out. How wrong he was, Silas thought, though James said it.

"Actually, I'm a demi — OW! INDIA!" He screeched rubbing the back of his head India had just hit.

"So you don't know what Quidditch is?" Potter asked and they shook their heads. The next half an hour the specky boy took them through the long and detailed description of what Quidditch. By the end of it, Silas had pretty much understood the game and it didn't sound bad at all. It seemed quite fun in all honesty.

"You should try it," he said as he ended his explanation, "If you're good you could try out for the team. I'm captain and chaser. Padfoot is a beater."

"So you chase and you beat?" India asked amusedly and James burst out laughing from beside Silas, though he quickly cleared his throat.

"We could try," Silas shrugged, he was not at all opposed to trying the game. "What do you say, ladies?"

"What about me?" James scoffed.

"What about you?" Silas said with a smirk, "I just said, what do you think ladies?"

"I'm so trying out for Quidditch!" Scar said happily a smile on her face making it lit up.

"You're not even in our team!" Potter said baffled.

"So? I'll enter and kick your ass," said Scarlett grinning.

"Right," Potter scoffed.

"I'm out," Hope announced and India nodded.

"Me too. I don't like to get sweaty," she said grimacing and Silas rolled his eyes. "Oh! but I could go for that host thingy."

"You want to do the commentary?" Hope asked amused.

"Yeah, that thing!"

"You don't even know the game," Black pointed out. "I saw you falling asleep on Mikaelson's shoulder while Prongs was explaining."

"So? It would be so much fun!" India grinned and Silas again noticed how painfully obvious Black was as his lips twitched up.

"I'm in," James shrugged from beside him.

"Great!" Potter smirked, "We're winning the cup this year. I'm telling you!"

The rest of the week went mostly the same for them. There wasn't anything new. They started growing closer to the Marauders but that was as far as it went. That and the fact that on Wednesday night, it was the full moon. That meant that Lupus, Werewolf McWerewolf, had no choice (at all) but to transform and because they knew that Hope was also a werewolf she had no choice but to turn too. So she went to the shrieking shack with Lupus. Though she had to pretend she didn't remember the stag, dog, and mouse when she transformed — they were out of the shack before she could see them when she woke up, not knowing that Hope (besides already knowing about them being Animagi) remembered everything from when she transformed.

They also got to meet India's and Hope's new roommates. Apart from Lily Evans, whom they had already met, they also got introduced to Marlene Mckinnon and Alice Fortescue. Silas didn't particularly like any of the girls but they were interesting enough for him to want to be friends with them, anyway.

The final thing that is worth relating from that week is that Professor Slug, or whatever his name was, tried to recruit them. Apparently pretending to be good at Potions and enchanting them to work on their own was enough for him to be drooling over them waiting to collect them. Silas, James, Scarlett, Hope, and India, of course, refused, though the way it happened landed them in detention as James kindly told the teacher to fuck off. But it wasn't the violent type of fuck off, in his defense. He was merely saying it like Fuck no!. Yeah, maybe that wasn't better either. . . .

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