Ash_Junior
Irredeemable Nerd
So I've been watching the Harry Potter movies, and I've always enjoyed the magical school in various books I've read, whether it's Earthsea, Harry Potter, or the Academagia game.
I combined it with an idea I once had for a Pokemon camp, and thought I'd give it a try.
Story starts three years after the prologue btw, at the *standard* Pokemon License age. And yes, the same age as HP.
lulz
Prologue: In the Beginning.....
The sun was just setting behind Mt. Moon when the last of them arrived. There were fifteen in all—all veterans of wars and politics and being forced to watch golf for an entire afternoon. At times they had been enemies. Other times they had been the firmest of allies. What they were now was simply friends. And co-workers.
“Is this…..a mistake?” Sam Johnson stared at the sheet of paper he was being presented with. The seven year-old wasn’t quite sure he believed what it said. He read through it again. He wasn’t that good so it took him three times as long as his parents would have taken. “I didn’t apply for anything.”
Sam looked up at his parents. Mom was staring in shock at an identical copy of the letter he held in his hands. Mom was tall, thin, and had long, black hair that reached to her waist. Her brown eyes that always carefully watched over him were wide, reading and rereading the impossible letter. The mouth that said nothing but encouragements was spread wide in a grin that stretched across his face.
Dad peered over Mom’s shoulder, not quite believing what was plainly in front of him. The beard that stretched across his face moved in tandem with his lips as he mouthed the words that were lying innocently on the paper. His fierce emerald gaze turned from the letter to Sam. “Samuel,” he said, in the way that he only said Sam’s full name when he was super serious. “Do you know what this means?”
Sam frowned as he thought about it for a moment. It took him a little while because he wasn’t that smart, no matter what Mom said. Most of the time she was right, but everybody at school said that he was just a stupid bighead. Everybody couldn’t be wrong, could they? Mom said that it was all right being a bighead, and that she was one too, but what did Mom know that everybody else didn’t?
“What’s a scholarship?” Sam asked quietly.
“A scholarship to the Sol Institute,” Mom said quietly as she handed the letter to Dad and knelt down in front of the chair that Sam was sitting in. “Means that you’ll be able to go to a new school—a better school—and that we wouldn’t have to pay anything. That’s what they mean when they say a full scholarship.” There were so many emotions that Mom was going through. So many.
“It means,” Mom continued quietly. “That you’d need to leave Saffron City, and go live at the school for a little while.” Sam nodded quietly as Dad came around and put his hands on Sam’s shoulders. “You’d be able to come back for the summer and the holidays, but except for that, you’d stay there.”
For the first time since he had gotten the letter, doubt caused his searing excitement to flicker. “You’d get a good education,” Dad picked up when Mom didn’t seem like she would continue. “And you’d get a good start on the knowledge needed for Pokemon Training.”
“I’d get a Pokemon?” Sam asked curiously, staring up at Dad.
“Yes,” Dad said. It looked like it was hard for him to say. Sam knew that money was tight, even though it grew in trees, if what Dad said was right but it had to be right because Dad was never wrong because he was Dad and he was always right. He knew that Dad couldn’t afford a Pokemon, and that if he wanted one when he was ten and could get his license, that his was his only chance.
“I wish we didn’t have to give them an answer now,” Mom said quietly, looking sad. Why was Mom being sad? He was going to get a Pokemon if he went to the school! Something that Dad had said many, many times that he wasn’t able to afford—not even a Rattata. “Why do they need us to schedule it three years in advance?”
“Sabs,” Dad said quietly, “You know the Sol Institute is one of the best schools around. It takes a mountain of money to even send in an application, and a lot more to actually attend. They are the best. And they know it. That’s why they need to know so far in advance.”
“You think that I don’t know that?” Mom snapped. Sam recoiled. Mom was never this angry. She was always the kind person who put band-aids on him when he was hurt. She pulled Sam to her chest, and whispered just loud enough for Dad to hear. “He’s my baby, Charles. My baby.”
“Mom?” he said, tugging at her sleeve. She looked down at him, indescribable pain in her eyes. “I think I want to go,” Sam said.
Mom turned away, looking like she was going to cry.
Three Years Later...
“All right,” the leader growled, her practical blond ponytail slung over her right shoulder. “We’re all here, let’s review what we’re about to do. Between us we faced the Rocket hordes when they overthrew the League. We invaded the Distortion World and faced off against Giratina itself when that idiot Cyrus tried to wipe out our entire planet. We smacked some sense into the Hoenn idiots who were playing at war.” She took a deep breath, and her one, good eye peered around the group, taking in every last detail of the crew with whom she was about to take part in an untested, untried venture. “But now we’re about to undertake what will likely be our most trying endeavor ever.”
“Stop being so dramatic, Alora.” a bored voice cut in. “We’re only gonna be teachers at the school this year.”
The blond woman raised her eyebrows, above her good eye and the patch covering the empty socket that had been claimed in a war long before. “That’s exactly what I’m saying, Duplica. Have you seen the crap the kids are into these days?”
I combined it with an idea I once had for a Pokemon camp, and thought I'd give it a try.
Story starts three years after the prologue btw, at the *standard* Pokemon License age. And yes, the same age as HP.
lulz
Prologue: In the Beginning.....
The sun was just setting behind Mt. Moon when the last of them arrived. There were fifteen in all—all veterans of wars and politics and being forced to watch golf for an entire afternoon. At times they had been enemies. Other times they had been the firmest of allies. What they were now was simply friends. And co-workers.
“Is this…..a mistake?” Sam Johnson stared at the sheet of paper he was being presented with. The seven year-old wasn’t quite sure he believed what it said. He read through it again. He wasn’t that good so it took him three times as long as his parents would have taken. “I didn’t apply for anything.”
Sam looked up at his parents. Mom was staring in shock at an identical copy of the letter he held in his hands. Mom was tall, thin, and had long, black hair that reached to her waist. Her brown eyes that always carefully watched over him were wide, reading and rereading the impossible letter. The mouth that said nothing but encouragements was spread wide in a grin that stretched across his face.
Dad peered over Mom’s shoulder, not quite believing what was plainly in front of him. The beard that stretched across his face moved in tandem with his lips as he mouthed the words that were lying innocently on the paper. His fierce emerald gaze turned from the letter to Sam. “Samuel,” he said, in the way that he only said Sam’s full name when he was super serious. “Do you know what this means?”
Sam frowned as he thought about it for a moment. It took him a little while because he wasn’t that smart, no matter what Mom said. Most of the time she was right, but everybody at school said that he was just a stupid bighead. Everybody couldn’t be wrong, could they? Mom said that it was all right being a bighead, and that she was one too, but what did Mom know that everybody else didn’t?
“What’s a scholarship?” Sam asked quietly.
“A scholarship to the Sol Institute,” Mom said quietly as she handed the letter to Dad and knelt down in front of the chair that Sam was sitting in. “Means that you’ll be able to go to a new school—a better school—and that we wouldn’t have to pay anything. That’s what they mean when they say a full scholarship.” There were so many emotions that Mom was going through. So many.
“It means,” Mom continued quietly. “That you’d need to leave Saffron City, and go live at the school for a little while.” Sam nodded quietly as Dad came around and put his hands on Sam’s shoulders. “You’d be able to come back for the summer and the holidays, but except for that, you’d stay there.”
For the first time since he had gotten the letter, doubt caused his searing excitement to flicker. “You’d get a good education,” Dad picked up when Mom didn’t seem like she would continue. “And you’d get a good start on the knowledge needed for Pokemon Training.”
“I’d get a Pokemon?” Sam asked curiously, staring up at Dad.
“Yes,” Dad said. It looked like it was hard for him to say. Sam knew that money was tight, even though it grew in trees, if what Dad said was right but it had to be right because Dad was never wrong because he was Dad and he was always right. He knew that Dad couldn’t afford a Pokemon, and that if he wanted one when he was ten and could get his license, that his was his only chance.
“I wish we didn’t have to give them an answer now,” Mom said quietly, looking sad. Why was Mom being sad? He was going to get a Pokemon if he went to the school! Something that Dad had said many, many times that he wasn’t able to afford—not even a Rattata. “Why do they need us to schedule it three years in advance?”
“Sabs,” Dad said quietly, “You know the Sol Institute is one of the best schools around. It takes a mountain of money to even send in an application, and a lot more to actually attend. They are the best. And they know it. That’s why they need to know so far in advance.”
“You think that I don’t know that?” Mom snapped. Sam recoiled. Mom was never this angry. She was always the kind person who put band-aids on him when he was hurt. She pulled Sam to her chest, and whispered just loud enough for Dad to hear. “He’s my baby, Charles. My baby.”
“Mom?” he said, tugging at her sleeve. She looked down at him, indescribable pain in her eyes. “I think I want to go,” Sam said.
Mom turned away, looking like she was going to cry.
Three Years Later...
“All right,” the leader growled, her practical blond ponytail slung over her right shoulder. “We’re all here, let’s review what we’re about to do. Between us we faced the Rocket hordes when they overthrew the League. We invaded the Distortion World and faced off against Giratina itself when that idiot Cyrus tried to wipe out our entire planet. We smacked some sense into the Hoenn idiots who were playing at war.” She took a deep breath, and her one, good eye peered around the group, taking in every last detail of the crew with whom she was about to take part in an untested, untried venture. “But now we’re about to undertake what will likely be our most trying endeavor ever.”
“Stop being so dramatic, Alora.” a bored voice cut in. “We’re only gonna be teachers at the school this year.”
The blond woman raised her eyebrows, above her good eye and the patch covering the empty socket that had been claimed in a war long before. “That’s exactly what I’m saying, Duplica. Have you seen the crap the kids are into these days?”
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