Hey guys, I'm back with another chapter. This chapter was really hard to write, and I'm not sure if I like how it ended up coming out. I'm sorry if this chapter isn't any good, I just had to get a chapter out to you guys.

I got some recommendations that I used and I want to thank the two that came up with things. The first is Polly Little, it wasn't too important but I did work it in. The other was a guest who wanted to see Alfred and Mattie fight Malfoy. It's probably not as big as you want, but it was the best I could come up with at the time. I apologize Monix13, your ideas were great, but I already had several things planned that conflicted with the things you recommended.

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Morning found Matthew waiting for Pierre to return, hopefully with coffee grounds. He really needed his coffee, he wasn't sure he could survive the week without it. He probably could, but he would rather not. Having refilled his flask, Matthew poured a hefty amount on his pancakes before digging in.

When the sound of wings filled the room, Matthew looked up. At first, he didn't notice anything amongst the owls, no flashy colors, or gigantic birds. A few seconds later, a large brown eagle followed the owl, however, unlike Liberty, it was completely brown, with no white feathers on it. It wasn't quite as large as Liberty, but it still dwarfed the owls around it.

It circled the room a few times before zeroing in on Matthew. It dove towards the table, evening it before landing in front of Matthew gracefully. It gave a trill as it held its leg out for Matthew to receive the letter attached to its leg.

Matthew carefully untied the letter as he offered a small plate of sausages to the raptor. It happily snapped up a few pieces as Matthew opened the letter. "Oh, your Antonio's eagle, sorry I didn't recognize you girl, he usually sends his letters through Papa." The bird cooed in response before continuing to scarf down the sausages.

Querido Matthew

Hola mi amigo. No quiero escribir en inglés en caso de que alguien más reciba este mensaje. Sé que usted y su gemelo entienden español y por eso estoy escribiendo en español. Espero que estas hacienda bien en la escuela de magia. Francis me ha dicho que te ha pasado, lo siento mucho. Si hay algo que mi, Gilbert or tu padre podamos hacer, no tienes miedo de preguntar. Sé que no te gusta molestar a la gente, pero recuerda que estamos aquí para ti. Especialmente tu hermano, el te ama mucho, nunca olvidas eso. Eso es todo por ahora chico, cuídate y dile a tu hermano que no haga nada estúpido.

Con todo mi cariño

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo

Reino de España

P.S.: Your papa told me you needed coffee, so I sent some with mi aguila for you and your brother. Francis and Gilbert will probably be sending some too, so you won't have to worry about running out anytime soon.

Matthew didn't take long to read the letter. With the immigration of Spaniards and Mexicans to his land, he had picked the language up pretty quickly. Not nearly as quickly as Alfred, but sharing a border with a Spanish speaking country tended to speed up the process a bit.

Matthew glanced back at the eagle to find a package clutched in her talons. He coaxed the bird to let go of it and was glad to find a package of ground coffee beans, grown and harvested in Spain. Matthew gave a happy squeal, drawing attention from a few kids around him. He blushed, ducking his head in embarrassment.

Deciding to just get on with it, Matthew grabbed a large bowl and filled it with water. Using his wand, he brought the water to a boil, before adding the coffee grounds. After realizing there wasn't anything for her to do, Spain's eagle took off, leaving Hogwarts.

Alfred joined Matthew as he was waiting for the coffee to finish seeping. Alfred lit up at the sight of the coffee grounds that Spain had sent. He would have to send him a letter later thanking him for it. Alfred dug into his pancakes, waiting eagerly for the coffee to be finished.

When it was finished, Matthew poured a generous amount into two empty goblets for him and Alfred. There was still a bit left over but he decided to leave in case either of them wanted another cup. After pouring a generous amount of maple syrup in both of their coffees, Matthew took a sip of his he. He gave a groan in satisfaction as he felt it slide down his throat, god how he missed his coffee.

Alfred was feeling a similar reaction, glad to have the caffeine back in his system. Alfred happily chugged his coffee down, giddy with the heat the coffee filled him with. "Alright, I'm ready to take on the day, I feel like I could take on the world." Alfred crowed with his newfound energy.

"Easy there Al, we're at a school, not in the middle of a war." Matthew grinned playfully, feeding off his brother's energy.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I can't be happy and ready to take on the world. That just means I can't be so loud about it." Alfred jabbed his brother in the side.

Matthew groaned as he pulled out his schedule. "I have Defense Against the Dark Arts with Umbridge first period. I'm really glad we had our coffee, I did not want to deal with this woman so early in the morning without it."

"Actually, the Ministry told her she's not interfere with us. We can practice our defense, we don't have to attend her class, and we don't have to follow any rules she enforces."

"Really? So we pretty much have free reign wherever that woman is concerned?" Matthew asked, surprised. She did not seem like the kind of person to be okay with taking orders like that.

"Yup, she can't punish us or give us detention. We can do whatever we want wherever she's concerned." Alfred affirmed as he munched on some toast.

"I still think it's a good idea if we go over the defense books, see what the students will be learning this year. Maybe even borrow some of the ones from the previous year."

"Trust me, this year's defense book is useless. I already read through it, and it's all about theories, and how a spell should work if done properly. There's nothing useful in them, it's only use would probably be firewood. From what the other kids were saying in that class, they've had some crazy teachers, from a narcissist, to a psychopath. I'm not sure if those books would be really helpful."

"I wouldn't be so sure, I can still ask around and if there are any they recommend, I'll look at them. Probably should avoid the one from the narcissist though, it's probably all about him."

"Are you guys talking about Gilderoy Lockhart? You're absolutely right if you are, his class was a complete joke." A boy near them spoke up. "All he ever talked about was how great he was or how great he looked. The textbooks were supposedly his adventures with monsters. On the first day of class he actually gave a pop quiz with questions about things like his favorite color and what he considers his best accomplishment. Man was a total looney I tell you."

"Did you guys have any good Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers?" Matthew asked in concern, just what kind of people do they hire here?

"Well, during our first year, the professor was skittish and jumpy about everything, but he was decent. Second year was Lockhart, who all but the love struck girls hated. Third year was actually the best professor we've had yet. His name was Professor Lupin and he actually taught us quite a lot, including having us learn how to fight a Boggart. He was sacked though because it turns out he was a werewolf, and parents weren't that excited about that. And fourth year was decent, but the professor, who turned out to be a psycho, actually practiced the Unforgivable Curse on us."

"Sounds like you guys have had quite an eventful school life, do you know what books you had for first, third, and fourth year? I want to look through them myself."

"Oh, we all have a copy if you want I can ask my mum to send my copies and you can read them." The boy offered.

"Really? Thank you, I would really appreciate that. I never got your name, I'm Matthew and this is my brother Alfred." Alfred raised his hand in greetings as his face was currently buried in a bowl of oatmeal.

"I'm Justin, say, isn't your brother a Gryffindor?" Matthew nodded. "Why is he sitting here at our table and not at his own?"

"We prefer to sit together whenever we can, and Professor Dumbledore said there aren't any rules about where we can sit. So whichever of us gets here first, we sit at the table of that person."

Alfred lifted his head from the bowl and pushed it away. "Hey Matt, I'm going to head to Charms, it takes a bit longer to get from here to Charms then it does to Defense. Are you going to be going to the class or are you going to skip it?" Alfred asked out of curiosity.

"I'm probably going to end up skipping the class. I'll be sending an owl to Arthur for the Ancient Runes books, I'm interested in what they've gone over in that class."

"Can you send him my letter too? You can send it with a different owl so he doesn't get mad at you." Matthew nodded and grabbed the letter from his twin. "Alright, see you in Transfigurations class Mattie." Alfred waved as he stood up and headed out of the Great Hall and to his Charms class.

Matthew watched as his House mates started to get up and leave. Most of them ignored him, but Justin and Ernie stopped by him. "Hey Matthew, are you coming to class?"

Matthew hesitated, he didn't want the other students to thinking he was getting special treatment from Umbridge, but he did not want to have to deal with her this early in the morning. "Actually, there's something I need to take care of first. I'll see you guys in Transfiguration if I'm not able to make it in time though."

"Alright, see you later than Matt." They both waved and headed to class.

Matthew finished his breakfast before getting up and heading to Owlery. He had already written up his request for the books last night, now he just had to send the two letters. Once there, Matthew gave a whistle for an owl. A sooty owl glided down and landed on his shoulder, it stuck its leg out, waiting patiently for Matthew to tie a letter to it. Matthew chose Alfred's letter first, tied it carefully to the owl's leg before going to the window.

"This letter is for England okay?" The owl gave an understanding hoot before it flew out the window. He looked back up at the selection of owls and selected a small boreal owl. He coaxed it down from the rafters and onto his shoulder. He tied his letter to the owl's leg and walked back to the window, "This letter's also going to England." The owl gave a coo before taking off.

Matthew didn't have to worry about the birds finding Arthur. Most animals could distinguish a nation from a normal human. Since these birds were most likely raised in the UK, they could track down the nations.

Matthew headed back to the school. Maybe he could head to the library and finish off the Charms homework for himself and Alfred. That was, if he didn't get caught and sent to Defense class, but that wouldn't be too much of a problem with his invisibility.

~. ~. Alfred ~.~.

Charms was boring and uneventful, Alfred spent the first half practicing the spell and the second half messing with the other students. He was thankful to get out of the class after such a long time, he was not looking forward to having this class three times a week.

Transfiguration passed much in the same way, the teacher gave a speech about some sort of exams the fifth years would have to take at the end of the year. They were set to practice Vanishing spells, and he and Mattie were the only ones to get it on the first try. By the end of class, only one other student had accomplished the task. The rest were told to practice the spell as homework and be ready to start again tomorrow.

Together, Alfred and Matthew walked with two of his Housemates to lunch in the Great Hall. "So Justin and Ernie were telling the Quidditch try outs the team will be holding on Thursday. Apparently, all the Houses are having their try outs this week."

"Yeah, and we're trying to convince your brother to try out. He told us he played sports back in America, something about sticks and nets and ice."

"It's called ice hockey Ernie, and it's the best sport ever." Matthew huffed, turning his nose up. "Apparently, wizards have never even heard of it. If we're still here in winter, I'm definitely teaching these guys all about it."

"Dude, you don't want Matthew to get super competitive. He's so violent when he's competitive, the whole opposing team will end up in the hospital wing for a week, if it's a bad game, make it two weeks. Seriously, I've seen him knock people's teeth out over a foul."

"Hey, that ref made a bad call, someone had to put that guy in his place." Matthew growled in response to his brother.

"What about you Alfred, are you thinking about trying out for your House team? You seem like the right build for a Keeper, or maybe a Beater." Justin asked.

"I don't know, I hadn't really thought about it."

"You should try it Al, when we were in Edinburgh you had been looking at that Firebolt. Quidditch isn't as competitive in North America, this would be your chance to try it out competitively. I'm sure dad wouldn't mind buying the Firebolt for you, if you pay him back later." Matthew suggested, he might not be so upset about being stuck here if he had something to do in the meantime.

Alfred thought about the idea, it was true he had been interested in the sport. It would definitely be something fun to do while stuck in the school. It wouldn't hurt to try out at the least, although he wasn't too sure which position would be best. "Sure, although you guys might have to explain the positions a little better to me."

The group sat together at the Hufflepuff table and ate while talking. "Well, there are four positions in Quidditch, Seeker, Keeper, Beater and Chaser. Each has a certain job to do. The Chaser and the Keeper are the easiest to explain. There are 3 Chasers and a Keeper on each team. The Chaser's job is to try to throw the Quaffle through the hoop, while the Keeper tries to stop the Quaffle from going in."

"So it's kind of like basketball?" Alfred asked, the two boys looked at each other in confusion and shrugged.

"I don't know what basketball is. The next position is the Beater, there are two Beaters on each team and they get bats. Their job is to the keep the Bludgers, which attack the players, away from their team. And at the same time, they try to hit it at the other team. The final position is the Seeker, they play one of the most crucial roles. The Seeker's job is to find the Golden Snitch, which is a golden ball with wings about the size of a walnut. When the Snitch is caught, the game ends and the team that caught it get 150 points."

"Hmm, it sounds interesting, I guess I could watch others try outs and then decide if I'll try out for that position."

Together the four teens got up and headed outside for Care of Magical Creatures.

"What do you think they'll teach us about?" Alfred asked in curiosity, excited to see what the teacher had in store for them.

"Well, last year with Hagrid we raised Blast Ended Skrewts. A lot of kids got seriously hurt during that time, the hospital wing was always filled with kids that were injured."

"Ooh, that sounds interesting, I hope we get to try something like that." Justin and Ernie looked at Al like he was insane.

"Just what kind of monsters did you guys deal with at your old school? Were all the students always in danger?"

"Well there were things like the chupacabra, although that was caught near the Mexican-American border. One time a thunderbird actually flew by our class, so we got learn more about them and how their tail feathers are used as wand cores. Then there's the akhulut, they're like killer whales that turn into wolves so they can come on land and hunt. The most dangerous thing we've dealt with is probably the water panther. It lives in lakes and rivers, it waits for a human or animal to swim by and drags it under the water, drowning it."

"Most of those are in the United States. The akhulut is from Canada, there's the Quetzalcoatl, which is native to Mexico, and there's also the wuchowsen which is wide spread over North America, but Ilvermorny mostly sticks to creatures native to the states."

"So what is your wand made from Alfred? Matthew told us his is made of sugar maple and wuchowsen feather." Justin asked out of curiousity.

"Giant Sequoia and thunderbird feather. Giant Sequoia are greatly endangered, and wands made from it even more so, but wands can be made from it without harming the tree itself. It's a difficult process, which is why there aren't that many around, the wood is ancient and powerful, difficult to handle without training.

"Thunderbird tail feathers aren't too rare of a core, but mine is from the wings of an elder thunderbird. Feathers from the wings have much more powerful magic and their own built-in defense mechanism. It will administer an electric shock if someone besides the owner picks it up. This is because the wings are what generate the storms and electricity, so the feathers hold a similar ability."

When they got to the area Care of Magical Creatures was supposed to be they found the teacher standing in front of a table piled with twigs. Justin and Ernie split off to go talk to a girl Matthew was sure was also in Hufflepuff. Alfred felt a familiar tingle from the woman, and was a bit surprised.

"Hey Matt, the teacher's one of mine." Alfred nudged his brother.

"Really? An American all the way in Scotland teaching Care of Magical Creatures?" Matthew asked in surprise.

"She's probably Scottish-American or Irish-American, it's not that uncommon you know. I wonder if she attended Ilvermorny, or maybe Salem."

"You want to ask?" Matthew asked as other students started gathering around the teacher and the table in front of her.

"Maybe after class, I think it's about to start."

"Everyone here?" barked Professor Grubbly-Plank, once all the students had arrived. "Let's crack on then — who can tell me what these things are called?" She indicated the heap of twigs in front of her.

Alfred's hand shot up eagerly, he knew what they were, Arthur sometimes brought some with him when he visited back in his colonial days. They weren't native to his lands, so he was always happy to get a chance to bond with them. He could hear a shriek of laughter come from behind, he whirled around and fixed them with a glare. The girl that had shrieked gave a scream and Alfred turned back to see the twigs moving.

The twigs on the table leapt into the air and revealed themselves to be what looked like tiny pixieish creatures made of wood, each with knobbly brown arms and legs, two twiglike fingers at the end of each hand, and a funny, flat, barklike face in which a pair of beetle-brown eyes glittered.

Two girls close by oohed in aww of the creatures and Al didn't blame them. He always found them to be quite stunning.

"Kindly keep your voices down, girls!" said Professor GrubblyPlank sharply, scattering a handful of what looked like brown rice among the stick-creatures, who immediately fell upon the food. "So — anyone know the names of these creatures? Miss Granger?"

"Bowtruckles," said Hermione. "They're tree-guardians, usually live in wand-trees."

"Five points for Gryffindor," said Professor Grubbly-Plank. "Yes, these are bowtruckles and, as Miss Granger rightly says, they generally live in trees whose wood is of wand quality. Anybody know what they eat?"

"Wood lice, but they love fairy eggs when they can get them." Alfred responded happily, he really wished he would have brought some for them.

"Good boy, take another five points. So whenever you need leaves or wood from a tree in which a bowtruckle lodges, it is wise to have a gift of wood lice ready to distract or placate it. They may not look dangerous, but if angered they will gouge out human eyes with their fingers, which, as you can see, are very sharp and not at all desirable near the eyeballs. So if you'd like to gather closer, take a few wood lice and a bowtruckle — I have enough here for one between three — you can study them more closely. I want a sketch from each of you with all body parts labeled by the end of the lesson."

The class surged forward around the trestle table. Alfred and Matthew grabbed a handful of wood lice before moving to the table. Alfred cooed gently at the bowtruckle they were trying to get, offering it a few of the wood lice in his hand. It happily climbed into his hand, eating up the wood lice offered. He moved the creature onto his shoulder.

The pair sat in an empty patch of grass. Alfred lowered the bowtruckle back onto the ground and laid out a pile of wood lice for it to enjoy. "Could we please draw you little one, I promise we'll give you wood lice if you let us." Alfred asked the creature. Although it wouldn't understand everything he said, the creature would get a general grasp of what he wants.

The creature gave an affirming noise before going back to its meal. The twins quietly sketched the bowtruckle listening to the students around them. Most students were quiet, focusing on their work, but a blonde-haired boy from one of the groups closest to them spoke up.

"Yes," came the boy's clear drawl, "Father was talking to the Minister just a couple of days ago, you know, and it sounds as though the Ministry's really determined to crack down on substandard teaching in this place. So even if that overgrown moron does show up again, he'll probably be sent packing straight away."

"You know, you're not the only person whose father works directly with the Minister." Alfred spoke up, still sketching the magical creature in front of him.

"And who are you?" The boy sneered at him. Matthew winced as he already knew what his brother was about to do.

"The name's Alfred F. Kirkland, and I'm the hero!" The blond stood up, thrusting his hand out in a thumbs up and winking.

"Wait, Kirkland, you don't mean Arthur Kirkland, do you?" The boy asked incredulously.

"The one and only." Alfred grinned goofily, enjoying the look of surprise on the other's face.

"So as a Kirkland you must know the importance of blood purity. These filthy Mudbloods are tainting perfect family blood, we should just do away with the lot of them."

Matthew could tell the blond boy was paying no attention to his twin at all. He was too focused on his rant to notice his brother's reaction. However, Matthew was very tuned into his brother and could see him getting pissed at the young male. His eyes were narrowed in a glare, his jaw and fists clenched in anger. His brother was pissed and if he didn't get him out of there right now, Alfred was sure to do something he'd regret.

He wished their bond from yesterday was still open, he could have used it to try to soothe his twin. Instead he had to defuse him without putting anyone in danger. Bracing himself, he went in to try to calm him.

"Alfred," Matthew tried to get his attention without being to forceful, but unfortunately it wasn't enough to snap him out of it. "Alfred, look at me." He said with a little more force, thankfully this is grabbed his brother's attention enough for him to glance at him. That was all he needed to talk his brother down from his anger.

"Alfred, I know what he's saying is striking a nerve, and I know it's a very sensitive topic for you but I need you to listen to me. If you keep going the way you are, you're going to end up hurting somebody, and I know you don't want to hurt anyone."

"Someone needs to tell him something Matt. This is how my people thought for centuries, do you know how many people have died because they thought that exact same thing? Hundreds of thousands Mattie, hell, probably millions if you consider other countries."

"I know Alfred, but you can't take it out on a 15-year-old. He's just the result of what his parents taught him. Maybe when you're not so upset, you could talk to him about it, right now let's just finish drawing our friend and finish the day. We'll move away so you don't have to hear him anymore." Matthew offered, hoping it was enough to persuade his brother.

"We should do away with Muggles as well, useless the whole lot of them. Without any magic they're no better than animals. They're not good for anything more than target practice."

"You seriously think no-majs are useless because they don't have magic? That without power they're not a threat to you?" Matthew saw the dangerous look in his brother's eye and decided it was better to just let it play out. If it came down to it, he may have to restrain the other. "What do they teach you here at this school about wizard history? From what I remember, no-majs, or Muggles as you like to call them here, used to hunt magical folks all throughout history."

"You mean when they would hunt supposed witches and burn them at the stake? Please, they killed off more of their own than they did wizards. And any witch or wizard who was caught knew a spell that rendered the fire useless, so they weren't harmed."

"Maybe here in the UK it worked like that, but other magic folks in different countries weren't as lucky. In the United States, during the late 1690's no-majs were hunting for witches and executing them. The magical community was so terrified that children were encouraged to suppress their magical powers so they wouldn't be killed. If no-majs are so useless and powerless, why were a whole community of magic folks scared of them? No-majs are not someone you should under estimate, they've invented a device that could kill you before you pulled out your wand, let alone try to cast a spell. Or a device that could level a large city in the blink of an eye. You don't underestimate a no-maj if you want to live."

The whole class now had their attention on the two students. Matthew shifted nervously, he was tempted to drag his brother away from the situation before it escalated, which he knew it would at some point.

Malfoy scoffed in disbelief. "Right, as if Muggles were that smart."

"Trust me dude, they're a hell of a lot smarter than you think. The thing I mentioned, is called a gun, and it can shatter any protection spell, and nothing could protect someone within the range of the atomic bomb."

"I guess I underestimated the great Kirkland name if you turned out to be a Mugglelover, unless you're a disgrace to your family name, which I can definitely see." Malfoy sneered at him.

Matthew could feel himself bristle at that. Despite taking their own surnames when they got independence, they were both close to their uncles and Arthur. Arthur himself used to be considered a disgrace by his brothers, and made sure neither twin knew what that felt like.

"What is it with you and family name's dude? How does blood purity help you in any way? Just because you come from a certain family that has never married out of magical blood doesn't guarantee that you'll be a powerful wizard. There are some witches and wizards that were born to no-maj parents that far surpass most of 'pure blood.' In fact, in the past, if wizards hadn't married no-majs, and no-maj born didn't exist, wizards would have died out a long time ago."

"That's not true, there's no reason for a wizard to marry a Muggle."

"It's simple math and science kid. There's only so many witches and wizards in the world, and they can only have so many children. The Americans tried that out before they were even a country, and the only thing that kept them from dying was the constant flow of immigrants from other countries. If America can't do it, despite its huge population of magical folks, there's no way the UK can do."

Before either could say anything else, the bell rang, signaling the end of the class. Matthew sighed in relief, glad that it hadn't escalated to a physical confrontation. He grabbed his brother's arm and tugged lightly, attempting to pull his brother away.

Alfred sighed and turned to pack up his things. Hopefully the boy had learned something, though he severely doubted it. As he grabbed his drawing of the bowtruckle, he was glad to see he had finished the sketch itself before confronting the kid. The only thing left was to label to parts of it, and that was really easy. He glanced at his brother's drawing, and found Mattie had already finished the entire assignment.

Before leaving to Herbology, Alfred thanked the bowtruckle for letting them draw it and dropped it off with the rest of its kind. He ran to catch up with his brother who was now waiting a few feet from the greenhouses. He was talking to his Gryffindor Housemates surprisingly. He knew the kid was in the same year as him, but that was it.

"What are you dudes talking about?" Alfred asked as he got within earshot of the group.

"Your brother is trying to convince me that ice hockey is better than football, and I'm telling him that nothing is better than football."

"You're right there dude, football's the best. Sorry Mattie, I love hockey, but it can't hold a flame to the rush of football."

"I told you Matthew, football's the best." The other boy crowed triumphantly.

"He's not talking about the same football you are. In America, they call that sport soccer, he's talking about American football."

"Wait, you were talking about soccer? Dude, there's no way that wimpy little sport is better than football, a football player could crush a soccer player like it was nothing."

"Yes, well that's if they could catch a soccer player, they're so big and bulky they couldn't catch someone who runs up and down a field for more than an hour."

"You're both wrong, hockey is the best sport, no argument." Matthew spoke up, not about to let his sport to be overlooked.

Welcome to the bottom everybody, what do you think? Again, I'm sorry if it isn't any good, this needed to be gotten through and I really struggled with it.

For the letter from Spain, I'm sorry, but I wanted get a chance to show off my knowledge of Spanish and have a bit of fun. It may be incorrect, as I'm using Mexican Spanish and I don't know Spaniard Spanish. If anyone needs a translation I will edit it into the author's note for you guys.

For those who wanted interaction between the twins and their Housemates, there you go. I actually planned on having the twins bond with the two Hufflepuffs, but Dean Thomas' introduction was a surprise to myself. I hope that ending was pleasant enough.

I imagine both twins are able to communicate quite well with magical creatures. They have close bonds with normal animals, so I think it would make sense for them to have one with magical creatures as well.

I also think with America's history with racism, Alfred would take all forms of racism seriously. Hundreds of thousands of people were killed and abused simply for the color of their skin in the United States alone. He wouldn't let any kind of racism slide when he's around.

That's all for now guys, love it, hate it, just review it. Buh-bye!

Edit: Due to popular demand here is the translation of the letter.

Dear Matthew

Hello my friend. I don't want to write in English in case anybody else gets this message. I know you and your twin understand Spanish and that is why I'm writing in Spanish. I hope you are doing well in the magic school. Francis has told me what has happened, I am very sorry about it. If there is anything Gilbert, your father or I can do, don't be afraid to ask. I know you don't like to bother people, but remember we are here for you. Especially your twin, he loves you a lot, never forget that. That's all for now kid,take care of yourself and tell your brother not to do anything stupid.

With all my love

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo

Kingdom of Spain

Interesting fact, I asked my grandmother for help with the signing on and off of the letter. She was born and raised in Mexico, only coming to the States after the birth of her first son, while my mother was born in the States. Similar story with my paternal grandmother, though my father was somehow born in Chicago, not sure how that happened. While it may seem weird to sign off 'With all my love' in English, in Spanish it's perfectly acceptable to do with family and friends.

Anyways, if there's anyone who knows Spaniard Spanish more than Mexican Spanish, please feel free to correct me, as I have mentioned before, I do not know if there is much of a difference.