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**


1. Chapter 1

 She stood up on her bike, pedaling faster to get up the hill. Her home town was really little, about a thousand people, but there were still creepers for sure. It was night when she decided to go riding, leaving her Grandma's. She let her ride one of her bikes around town, but only because she was 15.

   She rode up the sidewalk of Main Street. There weren't as many people, seeing that it was almost nine o'clock. The grocery store was still open, though. It's been staying open later and later because of the late night parties going on. She parked her bike out front and went in through the front door.

  She was the only one in here besides the cashier and another customer. She walked towards the school supply section and put a lot of packages of pens, pencils, graph paper, lined paper, notebooks, erasers, white out, index cards, and post-it notes. It filled my cart about halfway. She went over to the tape section, getting thirty rolls of duck tape and fifty rolls of scotch tape. Then she went over to the electronics section and put about fifteen battery powered book lights and fifty packs of batteries. She went to the candy section and grabbed a bunch of her favorite Muggle candies

  She rolled the cart up to the check out and turned on her phone as the cashier started to check all her stuff. She called her friend Casey. The phone rang and Casey picked up on the third ring. "Hey gurl!" she exclaimed. "You ready for Hogwarts tomorrow?! My Slytherin fam is gonna go crazy!"

  The girl rolled her eyes and watched the cashier look at her like she was crazy with all the school supplies. The money amount kept going up, but the girl wasn't worried; her check for working the whole summer had come in the mail, and she had more than enough for supplies, school, and savings (about 2265 pounds, or $3000 for Americans).

 She said, "Casey, of course I'm ready for Hogwarts. My town is so boring. Did you have the supplies?"

  "Yeah. Do you?"

 "I'm getting it right now. I got my paycheck yesterday for the summer, so I'll have enough to pay for all of it. Have you talked to Liv, Bella, Blaze, Ajax, Nix, or Axel yet? Do they have their supplies?"

   "Yeah, I talked to them. They're thinking that we should raise the prices 'cuz this stuff ain't that cheap."

  "Tell them that it'd be ok. How 'bout we meet and discuss the prices on the train tomorrow. Then after dinner we can go to the library and make the fliers."

    "Sure boss. I'll tell them to claim our regular compartment and wait. See you tomorrow."

  "Bye Casey. Oh yeah, can you go to the store and get stock of Muggle candy? They'll want it later. And make sure that Axel and Ajax get to the kitchens tomorrow, and Liv and Bella get the stats, and you and Blaze start on fliers."

   "Sure boss. Later."

  "Yup." She turned off her phone, turning to the cashier. The cashier said, "Your total comes to seven hundred eighteen dollars, miss. Big school haul?"

 The girl nodded and passed her the notes. The cashier looked kind of nervous, seeing that number one, that was a lot of money, number two, her hair was streaked temporary purple for the day, and three, she had several tattoos. She grabbed the many bags and took them out the door with a grunt. The girl put them in her hooked bike cart, strapping it shut, then hopped back on the bike.

  The girl's name is Tess Griffin, and she's the leader of the underground black market of Hogwarts. They are the smuggle-borns.

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