Smuggle-Borns

They thought of us as the weak ones. The sweet ones. The quiet ones. That was our class persona. We are streaked with color and tattoos by night. We sell what they see as illegal at our school. Against the rules. They still haven't caught us. The probably never will. We are your quiet Hufflepuffs. Your blended in smart Ravenclaws. Your background Gryffindors. Your stealthy Slytherins. We run an underground network. Our cause is as "pure as our blood", as they say. We are the Smuggle-Borns.

**Warning: Mature language**

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2. Chapter 2

 Tess pedaled faster down the hill. There was a guy in a car that had been following her for the past few blocks. Though her Grandma's was only a block away, the guy was getting closer, so she went up to the local priest's door and rapped on it quickly. The guy was moving towards Tess in his car, almost reaching the house. She knew better than to stay on her bike. Guys at this time of night try to..... exploit a girl's magic and..... other things. It's dangerous. 

   Father Timothy opened the door. He was tall and in his late fifties, and he was still in his priestly black. "Oh! Hey Tess, what's up? What can I help you with?"

 Tess glanced backwards and turned to the priest. "Can I come in for a second?" she said. She whispered, "That guy's been following me for a few blocks, and I needed to stop somewhere before he caught up to me."

   He stepped so Tess could go in and said, "Bring your bike in with you. We don't need that bloke to be stealing.... whatever's in your cart-thing."

 Tess rolled her bike in through the door frame and parked it in his living room. She sat down on one of the couches. He sat across from her. "Tess, what are doing out this late on your bike?" he questioned. "Don't you leave for boarding school tomorrow?"

   Tess nodded and said, "I needed supplies before I leave tomorrow. I was out on a late night haul, and that creeper was following me. I'd think he'd be gone by now, but I didn't want to take any chances. Is he still out there?"

 He pushed the curtains aside and looked. The car was gone. "He's gone, but why don't you wait a few more minutes, just in case. What do you have in you cart, Tess?"

   Tess turned, looked at it, then turned back to him. "Just supplies for school. I help kids out," she said.

 "But that much, Tess? It looks like that's maybe 45 kilograms!" (about 100 lbs for you Americans)

   "Like I said, Father, it takes a lot to help at my school." Tess looked at her watch and stood up. "Well, the guy's gone and it's almost 9:30. I better go. Thanks Father!"

  He looked exasperated, seeing that she was leaving so soon, but stood up and opened the door for her. "Tess, I guess I'll see you in a few months, seeing that you go to a boarding school. Bye, Tess." She rolled out and waved.

 Tess rolled onto the street and stopped at the highway, looking for traffic. Even though it was nine thirty, there were still a few cars out. She biked over to the other side, then turned onto her Grandma's street. As she unhooked my bike cart in the garage, she felt excitement for tomorrow. Tess couldn't wait to see her friends, but almost more than that, she couldn't wait to run the underground Hogwarts black market.

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