Chapter 1

Hello lovely people! I have this idea, but I have two pairings to choose from! I admit that PrUK would fit the story more, but USUK is much more popular! So, I'm going to make two versions! I'll start with PrUK and see how that turns out.

(Breaking the fourth wall)

-Also breaking the fourth wall-

Disclaimer: Exactly that. I own nothing.

A person wakes up in their room. Their green eyes bleary with sleep. She- (I'm a guy!) I-I mean HE slowly sits up in his bed and looks out the window as he runs his hand through his silky, soft but messy, golden locks. Slowly, he realizes how late in the morning it is. His eyes widen and he hops out of bed to get ready, thinking, 'I'm going to be late! This hasn't happened in a while... I wonder if that is a sign...' He covers his womanly figure-(I do NOT have a womanly figure!) Yeah, womanly figure. I know what I said- in a white button-up shirt, black (Skinny jeans, in my opinion.) trousers and a black, hooded cloak. He quickly slips his socks and shoes on, tripping in the process, and grabbed his wand. Finally, he made his way out of the dorm building and towards the school building in full sprint.

I bet you're wondering what this young mage's name is. Guess. I'll give you some hints. It's totally British, the first name starts with an 'A' and the last name starts with a 'K'. If you guessed Albert Kindle, what the heck were you thinking!? That's utterly incorrect! The name should fit his personality, try again. What name that starts with an 'A' comes to mind when you think of British dudes? (Enough of this silly game! Just tell them my name already! You're off topic!) Fine... If you guessed Arthur Kirkland, you deserve a cookie. Why? Well, because that's his name, of course! Anyway, let's get on with story so we don't upset the cranky little princess. (Why you-)

The sixteen year-old made it to the classroom just on time. Yaaaaaaayyyy... (Oh, belt up. It's not my fault I overslept. You're the author.) Whatever, Eyebrows. (Excuse me!?) Arthur quickly made it to his seat next to his best friend. (Read: Self proclaimed best friend.) "Overslept, mon cher?", said "best friend" smirked in Arthur's direction. (And a few girls swooned in the background) Arthur rolled his eyes at the blonde haired, blue eyed Frenchman, "Piss off, Frog." Francis Bonnefoy was his name, don't wear it out.

"I don't see why you're at the the top of our grade when I'm clearly better than you in so many ways.", Francis flipped his shoulder-length locks. Arthur merely ignored him, for this was a normal occurrence, and the instructor had walked in.

"Now, now. Settle down.", the rather old looking professor said to get the class to be quiet. "As you all may know, you will be getting your familiars today." Quiet murmurs of excitement rippled through the room. The teacher continued, "Now, in order for this to occur, we must be outside. Follow me, students."

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As the old dude led the way, everyone followed him out of the cobblestone building until they reached a field of grass. The old mage began explaining how to summon familiars. It's pretty boring, so I'll spare you the pain... (What?) ... No disagreement? (W-well, it is kind of boring...) ... You know, I would explain it just because you agreed with me, but I'm far to lazy. Anyway, After the explanation, the teacher asked, "Who would like to go first?" Almost everyone raised their hand. The professor picked a peppy girl with brown pigtails and red ribbons tied around them.

She rose her wand in the air and began chanting. The end of her wand began to glow and the wind picked up around the class. A portal opened above her and out came what seemed to be a small, blue horse with wings. The girl squealed, "It's so cute~!"

Student after student received their familiars. There were small dragons, Unicorns, colorful rats, fairies, birds, and cats. There were also many unidentifiable creatures. Francis's familiar hopped out of the portal he created, "... A dog...?", He rose a delicately crafted eyebrow. Giggles and snickers were heard throughout the class. Francis stared at the white toy poodle and it tilted it's head. It barked, and out came a small ball of fire. There were a few shouts of surprise, but Francis smirked, "Tres bien."

At this point, girls were squealing at Francis's good looks, and how cute his familiar was. Arthur rolled his eyes and was called on, for he was the only one in the class without a familiar. Arthur looked around at everyone. They were chatting to one another about their familiars. Arthur glanced at Francis who smiled softly at him. Arthur blushed a bit (No I did not!) and nervously smiled back. "You have nothing to be afraid of, mon petit lapin, remember? Top of our grade?", Francis pat is shoulder. Who knew he could be comforting? Annoying, but comforting.

Arthur knew that he was right, but couldn't help but feel uneasy. He had a feeling, but he wasn't sure whether it was good or bad. He stepped away from the crowd of teenagers and slowly rose his wand into the air. He took a deep breath and began chanting the latin words. The words tingled against his tongue, magical energy coursing through his body. His eyes were closed and his caterpillars- I mean, eyebrows were furrowed in determination.

The light shining from the end of his wand shone brighter than everyone else's. The wind blew harder and Arthur's cloak and hair billowed along with it. Girls screamed, trying to keep their skirts from flying up as guys tried to shield their eyes from the bright light. Their familiars were cowering behind them. Arthur's portal shone brightly. Francis thought, 'This can't be good...'

Thoughts? Reviews are greatly appreciated. Even reviews to tell me how much you hated it! Anything is fine! If you want to know how to summon familiars(not literally), let me know. Thank you for reading!