AN: Another HarryPotter!AU because of reasons, but before you proceed, I'm sorry but there's this big-ass Author's Note. You can skip it if you want to where there's the "#", it will signalize the beginning of the story.

I've been wanting to write another HarryPotter!AU for months (since I watched Fantastic Beasts), a more complete one (whatever that means) and between those months I've seen and debated with people about Juvia's House and I think the common census is that she is a Hufflepuff now. (I emphasize the "now" here because I think she has changed since she was eleven.)

As much as I would love to have my baby in my House (Go, Hufflepuff!) I maintain my opinion she's a Slytherin, I wrote her as such and since I have a couple of hours of travel in a bus ahead of me, I'll tell you why.

When we saw her for the first time, she was part of the Element Four, the strongest enemies Fairy Tail had encountered so far and Mashima was trying very hard to make us all believe they were the worst. In Hogwarts, the "main" houses to have a fight going on for centuries are Gryffindors and Slytherins. I think Mashima would've made all Element Four into Slytherins just to make a point of the war between houses and only later on introduce the fact that no, Slytherins are just ordinary and they aren't necessarily bad just because they are driven people.

Besides, I think Juvia would've done well in Slytherin, a House where people like power as she was a powerful child, and for the first time that power would make her feel good about herself instead of a freak. So yeah, I think young Juvia would've enjoyed her power a little too much; because of her need to be liked. It doesn't make her less kind, less wonderful; just focused on something else as a young girl.

Later, when she started her feelings towards friendship with the people from other houses and falling in love with Gray, she'd get in touch with her Hufflepuff side and be the amazing Personification of Hufflepuff we see today. She'd be eleven when she knew she was a witch, an impressionable orphan trying to be liked. Five years later, she's a different person, we all would have been. I'm sure Peter Pettigrew didn't get into Gryffindor the scumbag he turned out to be. Dumbledore fell in love with one of the darkest wizards to ever exist and flirted with the dark side. Snape, a Slytherin through and through, loved so deeply his whole life orbited around the son of the woman he loved with a man he hated. Draco was a brat at the beginning and had redemption. Cedric was chosen to be Hogwarts' champion at the Triwizard Tournament even though his house wasn't known as "the bravest". Helena Ravenclaw, gave the location of the diadem to Tom Riddle because her emotions got over her mind, even though she was supposed to be smart about everything.

People are not one quality or two. There are many layers, people change, life changes us and our personalities. And yes, I realize this argument can be made the other way around to make me see her as a Hufflepuff from the start, but I don't care. It's my opinion and I'm sticking with it. 😁

And there's another important reason I wrote her as a Slytherin that goes beyond what I think canon would've given us: I like it that way. Yeah, it's that simple to me: I think it's a better story. I'm not going to write something most people might think it's right just to get points or whatever just because it's more popular or better received. I really love my headcanon, I think I can make it work, it makes sense in my head and I like the drama of a Gryffindor and a Slytherin falling in love and overcoming prejudice build for centuries, I like their own internal battles, their own prejudices being overthrown.

I like the drama.

Some people will agree, some won't. Some will read the story even so to see where it's headed, others won't touch it. It's okay, people have preferences and we can't please everyone.

Even so, I hope you enjoy the read and the drama. Haha

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I Put A Spell On You

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Before

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Juvia Lockser looked out of the window and saw the raindrops get thicker and she sighed, knowing she would be blamed for it and she could almost hear the children calling her Ameonna. It was just a coincidence that every time she got sad, it started to rain, but the others didn't think so.

Having heard about a story of an old Japanese neighbor, Juvia started to sew Teru Teru Bozu dolls; the legend said that after sewing one, it was supposed to bring nice weather and all Juvia wanted was to do so; the other children from the orphanage hated when it was raining and couldn't play outside, meaning they got even meaner with her. Funny, though, that every time she finished one, the weather got better.

Juvia had, roughly, fifty Teru Teru Bozu dolls hidden away in a trunk under her bed; but she was taking her time with the one she was currently making, it was close to her birthday and she would give herself a pretty doll to be with her all the time; maybe as a talisman so she didn't have to sew more of them when it rained.

A knock on the door made Juvia look up from her work and saw the Headmistress Sullivan there – she was a good enough woman but couldn't give attention to all children. Her hair was dark red, eyes as green as the grass during the spring and she already had lines on her face.

"Juvia? There's someone here to see you." The Headmistress told her and a tall thin man stepped into Juvia's line of vision and she was sure she never saw that man before in her life. "He's a teacher from a very nice school and he said he was impressed with your grades. He wants to talk to you about going to that school. Is it okay if he comes in?"

Still a bit stunned since no one ever visited her, Juvia nodded and the man stepped inside, offering a smile to the Headmistress. "Thank you, Miss Sullivan." The red-haired woman nodded and left the room, leaving it half-closed. The man looked around for a bit, seeing the two bunk beds and the small wardrobe she shared with three other girls. The man sat on the bed next to where Juvia was, he was so tall the bed looked tiny. "Hello, Juvia. My name is Jose Porla." He smiled, but his eyes didn't seem too happy. His face was long, he had a pointy chin and a thick pointy moustache as well, his eyes were the blackest she had ever seen. His hat was weird too, and so were the rest of his clothes. When she didn't say anything, his smiled faltered a little and decided to ask something else. "What are you sewing?"

Not many people took interest in what she was doing so it took her a moment for her to answer, in a small whisper. "It's a Teru Teru Bozu doll."

He frowned. "I'm sorry, I don't know what it is."

"When it's finished, it stops the rain." She clarified and looked outside the window, where the rain still fell, less heavily but still there. "Juvia has done it before. It helps."

"Are you-" Jose sounded confused and looked that way too when Juvia returned her attention to him. "Are you telling me you are the one who is making rain? And the doll makes it stop?"

Wide eyed with her revelation at how strange it must've been to him to hear her say those words, Juvia paled and shook her head, her blue curls bouncing. "No."

Jose studied her for a moment and it was strange because he didn't seem to think she was crazy. "Juvia, can you do things other kids can't? Aside from the rain?" She looked at him in suspicion. "I'm not gonna tell. I'm quite interested in special kids like you."

"Special?" She tilted her head to the side, curious.

"Oh, my dear. An unconscious weather change charm in such a young age and with no training? Now that's a marvel." Jose perked up truly that time. "While other kids can levitate a few things, make glass disappear, you changed the weather. You are already powerful."

"Powerful?" She was confused.

"You, my dear, are a witch." Jose informed her.

"A... witch?" Juvia repeated, more confused than before. "But witches do not-"

Jose took a small stick from the inside pocket of his coat, aimed at the almost-finished Bozu doll and with a small movement, he whispered the words. "Piertotum Locomotor." Then, the most amazing thing Juvia had ever seen, happened.

The doll started to float around, the rags under its 'head' moved like jellyfish underwater, and the Bozu doll seemed happy to see her, because it dove in her way and affectionately rubbed its head on her cheek, making her giggle even as surprised as she was.

"How did you-?" Juvia asked, scratching the doll's head.

"I am a Wizard." Jose stated. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry sent me here, Juvia, for you. Because you are one of us and you have a spot there, to learn how to be the best witch you can be." Jose leaned, his elbows resting on his thighs, looking at her. "And you, my dear. I see now how much power you have and while in Hogwarts, power will make people like you. Everyone will want to be as powerful."

"Will they like Juvia?" She asked in surprise.

"If you are a good witch, if you show them how powerful you are? My dear, people will worship you." His smile was predatory. "You have the world in your hands now, you could do anything you want to."

"Juvia wouldn't be a freak there?"

"No. Everyone there would be just like you." He told her.

A place she wouldn't feel put aside. A place she could understand what happened inside her. Sadness hit her, though, when she realized it would never happen. "Juvia would love to go, but she has no money. Headmistress-"

"No money needed." Jose informed her and Juvia's eyes widened. "We have funds for this situation. You will have to wear some old robes and use old books, but it will be taken care of."

"It will?" She gasped, hoping spreading through her chest.

"Yes." Jose nodded. "If you want to, Hogwarts will have its door opened for you."

"Juvia..." She looked to her Bozu doll, still floating around, and then back at Jose. "Juvia thinks she will love to go there."

"Excellent!" Jose was very proud of himself. With a move of his wand, the Bozu doll stopped to move and fell back on Juvia's thighs. "Now let me tell you about Diagon Alley and where should you get your wand."

And then it started Juvia's life at the Wizardry world.

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First Year

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Juvia boarded the Hogwarts Express and even then she was sure she was having a dream. But no, there she was, going to a magic school! She even had her own wand to prove that she was indeed a witch. A woman from the Ministry of Magic (who knew they had a Ministry!) came to the orphanage to take her to Diagon Alley, a place Juvia couldn't have imagined in a hundred years.

Lots of people wearing different types of clothes, funny hats and talking about potions. If she hadn't seen with her own eyes, she'd never have believed it.

After they went to get the old uniforms donated for those who couldn't afford, the woman took her to a place called Ollivanders, where a man with the same name as the store, looked her up and down and ran to the back of the store, bringing a case with him.

"Try it out." He gave her a wand, but a second later, he took it from her. "No, this won't do." He brought another and his reaction was the same a couple of times more until he narrowed his eyes at her. "Perhaps..." And ran off to the back again.

Juvia glanced to the Ministry woman, who just smiled patiently, and Juvia relaxed a bit more knowing she wasn't doing anything wrong.

"Here." The old man Ollivander said, opening a box. "I've had this one for decades. Never been used." Juvia looked at it and it was light brown, with some beautiful engraved five-petal flowers by the end of it. "Hazel wood, ten and a half inches, flexible and with unicorn's hair as a core. A stunning combination just waiting for its perfect owner." He looked down and then up to Juvia. "Go on. Try it."

Suddenly nervous, Juvia picked the wand and the moment her hand surrounded its base, she could feel every cell in her body to shake, to connect with it in the most primal way she knew. That wand was hers. Or better yet, she was the wand's.

"Oh, beautiful." Ollivander smiled. "That was beautiful, my dear. I think she chose you." Juvia couldn't help it but to smile at his words. "This wand will be an extension of you. She will react to your emotions, and she will work her best when you know and can manage your own feelings. With the unicorn hair in its core, this wand will make you exceptional and she bonded with you."

Juvia had never had a thing of her own before, they were always second-handed... but now she had her own wand.

With her day dreaming, she didn't realize she had arrived at the last wagon and, like the others, they were all full, except for one with just one boy inside. Juvia looked around and she thought she rather be with him other than with other five people she didn't know.

When she came in, she whispered an 'excuse me' and the boy looked her way. His hair was black, short, eyes a bit droppy and red like blood. He seemed about her age.

"Leave." He said, rude.

Juvia blinked, surprised. "Excuse me?"

"I said, leave." His tone was mean. "I want to be alone."

"There's no other place for Juvia to go. The train is full." She informed him.

"Not my problem, is there?" He snarled and Juvia remembered the wounded dog she had rescued back at the orphanage. He didn't let anyone get closer because he was hurt, kept barking. Until he became hungry and noticed she wasn't there to harm him, but to help. They became friends after the noticed Juvia was nice. Sadly, to her, but good for him, its owners appeared a week later after restlessly searching for him. Juvia had cried for a week, and for the whole week, it rained.

"Juvia is not leaving." She shrugged.

The boy got up from his seat and stood in front of her, eyes wild and clearly angry. "Leave."

"No." Juvia stood her ground.

"I'm going to put a spell on you that will make your skin get furunculous for a week." He threatened.

It actually scared her a bit, but she didn't let it show. "Oh, okay." She shrugged, moved around him and sat on the opposite side of his seat, next to the window.

Blinking in confusion with her reaction, he turned to look at her. "I mean it."

"Juvia is sure you do." She nodded. "But you are wearing the same type of clothes Juvia is, we seem about the same age and Juvia's just got into her first year. She really doubts you can cast a spell yet."

The boy blinked a couple of times before groaning in annoyance, returning to his seat, arms crossed over his chest and pouting like one of the five-year-old's back at the orphanage. Well, she had always been good with the kids and he sure was one.

"My name is Juvia, by the way. Juvia Lockser." She offered her hand and he ignored her. She sighed and lowered her hand. "You know, Juvia could talk the whole trip there until we get there. She's sure you would appreciate that over silence." He finally looked her way. "Isn't it right?"

"Oh, god." He moaned in annoyance. "Fine, fine. Gajeel Redfox. Happy now?"

"Nice meeting you, Gajeel-kun." She beamed at him. She had met someone already! "So, how excited are you to-"

Gajeel pointed her way with an accusatory finger. "Hey, you said you would be quiet if I told you my name!"

"No, she just wondered if you would appreciate silence or not." The blunette shrugged and she could see his mind working behind his red eyes, going through her words. She smiled sweetly at him when she saw his face get red once he realized.

"You little..."

"So, Hogwarts, huh? What is it like, you reckon?"

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The path to the Castle had been very dark, but Juvia wasn't afraid. There was a large man leading them, she heard his name was Reedus and he had a lantern and the moment they entered the small boats and they had the first look at the Castle, her breath was taken away. It was the most amazing sigh she's ever had.

Then she looked down to the water and saw lights down there as well and she was fascinated with it, glancing between both sights.

Getting inside the Castle and the Great Hall was another thing she would never forget. How could she look up and see the sky? And there were so many people at the tables already.

The Headmaster, Makarov Dreyar said his welcome and told them the shabby hat that was atop of a small wooden chair would select them in different Houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

Suddenly, she became nervous. What would it do? How could a hat sort people into the Houses?

"Don't be a crybaby now." She heard a voice she recognized and when she looked over her shoulder, she saw it was Gajeel behind her.

"Juvia is not." She held her chin up.

"Good."

As the names were called, she understood that the Hat talked and yelled the name of the House the student had been sorted in. It should be easy enough, she guessed.

"Juvia Lockser."

Gulping, Juvia stepped closer to the chair and the Hat was put on her head. She thought it would be quick like the others had been, and she almost jumped when she heard a low voice in her ear.

"Hmmm." It said. "Oh, I see that you are kind even to those who others might think don't deserve. And you are brave, loyal and with a thirst of knowledge. But you are also ambitious, clever and so very resourceful. And, oh... look at that power. Hmmm, yet you are afraid. Afraid of your own power, afraid of what you can do. Afraid of yourself. Yes, you are powerful, I can feel it. I can see the possibilities, so many possibilies. Even so you are afraid you won't fit in even here. I could sort you to a certain House, but... Should I? You would settle there and you mustn't settle, oh wait... you don't want to settle. Oh, I see it now. It took me a moment. Behind all that fear, you like being powerful, but you are afraid of exploring it. You want to explore it; you don't want to be afraid of it anymore, you want to be good at it. I see, I see it now. I don't get many like you, child, but I can recognize them: one House now, another later on. Accept yourself as you are as you change. You'll do and be good there." And then, with a loud voice, it said: "Slytherin!"

Juvia heard the table by the corner, the one with a dark green banner with a snake on it, cheer with her nomination to go there. She smiled, already happy and she went to the table where there were places reserved for the first years.

She couldn't be happier when she heard Gajeel's name and a moment later, the Hat had placed him on Slytherin as well. He sat next to her and she beamed at him.

"We got sorted into the same house!"

"Yeah, great." He rolled his eyes. "Are you going to annoy me like today all the time?"

"You are the only person Juvia knows so far." She shrugged. "So she's going to say yes." He sighed, but didn't complain anymore.

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Even though she was amongst people like her, magical, Juvia still was considered less because of her birth. Since no one knew who her parents were, she was considered a mudblood, a Muggle (or regular person) who turned out to be magical. And in Slytherin, the purebloods ruled.

Gajeel was a half-blood, so he got picked on less than she did, but the name calling got to her every time. Couldn't they see she was as every bit of a witch as they were? She got into Hogwarts as well, didn't she? Gajeel often told her to just let those bullies speak and do not give a damn or fight.

To get away from it, she got used to go to the shores of the Black Lake to be alone. Sometimes Gajeel joined her and they practiced some Charms or Transfigurations they had learned (or some Juvia found on books at the library); they were getting quite good, making a game out of it. She was certain she was Gajeel's first friend (even when he scowled, which was a lot, at her) and truth be told, he was hers. Juvia's wand was exceptional and she didn't know she could love an inanimate object so much as she did her wand.

One day, though, on her fifth month at Hogwarts, some older bullies appeared by the shore and started calling her mudblood, that she should leave, Slytherin wasn't her place. They didn't harm her, not really, just pushed her around until one of them grab her wand, sneered at her and threw it at the Lake.

"No!" Juvia had yelled and the boys laughed when she ran right into the water. She knew she wasn't supposed to, she knew it was dangerous and she could get her wand another way, but she couldn't lose it. Not her wand. "No, no, no." She whispered, looking around, water on her waist but the water was so turve she couldn't see much from above and she was crying in despair. "Please, no." And then it started to rain. She hadn't made it rain in a long time.

Juvia dove in, thankfully she had learnt so swim, and even with the terrible visibility, she could see the bottom of the lake, could see the stones, but not her wand. She came up for air and then dove back in.

If asked, Juvia wouldn't know how many times she dove in, but she wasn't going to give up even if she was getting blue with the cold, her skin seemed as if needles were entering her skin slowly, she was shivering. But she wouldn't give up. That wand was hers.

She almost yelled underwater when, on her last dive, she saw a humanoid form coming close to her. Getting closer, she could see the skin was greyish, long and wild green hair, yellow eyes. She watched as it came just a few feet away from her.

"Foolish human child." Juvia heard perfectly fine the creature say and she could see the crooked yellow teeth. Its voice was actually sweet to listen to. "In the water for so long." She saw the merperson offer her something and after a second, she realized it was her wand.

"Oh!" Juvia said underwater and realized she needed more air. She went up and returned as soon as her lungs were filled again, thankfully the merperson was coming up as well and Juvia could take deeper breaths. It stayed underwater, but Juvia could still see it. She was offered the wand and the blunette took it, crying in happiness. "Thank you." She said above the water, a few tears falling from her eyes. "Thank you so much."

The merperson gave her what looks like a smile and Juvia dove in again and repeated the words, just to make sure it knew how much it meant to her to have her wand back. "Thank you." Bubbles came out from her mouth as she tried to speak.

"You are welcome." It bowed her head. "Don't let those humans do that again. You are stronger than that."

"Yes." She answered, bubbles of air coming up from her mouth.

"Now go. You are cold." And with that, it turned around and with a few movements from its tail, it was gone and Juvia came up for air.

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She had to stay overnight at the infirmary after the incident, having developed the beginning of hypothermia and the nurse didn't want to take any chances and after warming her up, gave her a sleeping potion and pulling the curtain of her bay to give her privacy.

It had almost kicked in when she heard people being brought into the infirmary and she vaguely recognized the voices.

"I can't believe I let you convince me to take a broom to fly around the castle, Natsu!" She heard a boy say and then a groan. "You know you get sick!"

"I thought I was better!" A second male voice said and she recognized as Natsu Dragneel, first year as well, Gryffindor student. "I didn't know I was going to crash, Gray!" Oh, so the other voice was from Gray Fullbuster, another Gryffindor their year.

"And not only you did, but brought me down with you!" It was Gray's voice and he sounded angry.

"You two are idiots!" She heard a female voice and she instantly recognized as Lucy Heartfilia, seeing she loved to answer the teachers' questions during class. "You could've been killed! You are lucky it was only your arm, Natsu, and your leg, Gray."

"How is that luck?" Gray asked, annoyed.

"It's not your neck! That is luck!"

"Be quiet!" The voice of Polyuska, teacher of Potions and Nurse echoed throughout the infirmary. "Mr. Dragneel and Mr. Fullbuster are not the only ones here!" She hissed. "I'm going to get the potion to heal your bones. Behave."

"Oh, right." Lucy said, softly after a moment and Juvia was almost closing her eyes, the potion too strong to fight. "Juvia is here." The boys mustn't have known whom she was speaking of because Lucy's next words were: "Juvia Lockser? Our year, blue hair, a bit taller than me, Slytherin, best friends with Gajeel Redfox?"

"Oh, her!" Natsu said. "What's she's in for?"

"I heard some Slytherins called her names and threw her wand at the Black Lake. She went after it and developed hypothermia."

"Wow." It was Gray's voice. "Aren't they on the same house and they bully each other? That's screwed up. I know we are not supposed to like Slytherins or whatever, but going into the Lake was a bold move." There were murmurs of agreement. "Did she get it back? Her wand?"

"I guess we'll know tomorrow in class." It was the last thing Juvia heard before blackness surrounded her.

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As expected, Gajeel had been seriously pissed about what happened to Juvia and wanted to go after the people who had bullied her but she told him no. She wasn't going to get revenge. She didn't like revenge, but she was going to prepare herself.

So, for weeks, both her and Gajeel trained whenever they could. Their spells and hexes were limited at classes, but just a few trips to the library and they had a lot more to work with. They were no longer tolerating the bullying, not theirs and not anyone else's.

Just a couple of weeks before their first year was over, the guys who had harassed Juvia tried to get funny again with them, calling her mudblood and Gajeel a filthy half-blood, the duo decided to act. Juvia was quick to get her wand and shout "Petrificus Totalus" to two of the group while Gajeel Stupefied the other two., by drawing their wands.

Surprised, the older students tried to get theirs, but one was too slow and Juvia was quick to get her wand to shout "Petrificus Totalus" and then turned to the other and yelled "Expelliarmus", so his wand flew a few feet away from him and she repeated the Petrificus Totalus charm on the the second boy. Meanwhile Gajeel Stupefied the other two, grinning when he kicked their wands away from them, just in case.

"We are not inferior to you." Juvia said to them, serious, Gajeel by her side. They had become friends in her opinion (he thought she was a frequent pest in his life he just didn't fight with anymore). "Every time anyone say that we are, we will fight back." Students watched wide eyed as the young duo stood there. Not ever a couple of first-years took on older students. "And we know how to fight back."

"Not bad for a couple of first-years dirty bloods, right?" Gajeel sneered. "Trust us, there's more from where that came from."

"Miss Lockser and Mr Redfox!" They heard a loud voice say and cringed – Jose Porla was Head of Slytherin was just a few feet away and if he saw their little duel, they would be in trouble. "My office, now." Okay, he had seen it and he sounded angry. "And someone take those four to the infirmary. Honestly, being attacked by two first-years and lose. That's shameful." He turned around and his cape flared dramatically and the two students knew it was their cue to follow the Professor.

Juvia and Gajeel stepped inside the office and, weirdly enough, Professor Porla wasn't angry anymore, he just looked at them for a long moment before speaking.

"You are first-years." He said slowly. "You barely know any spells, any charms and are in no way qualified for a fight, yet... There you were."

Jose had been the man who had told her she was a witch, that she could come to Hogwarts and become her true self, and there she was, disappointing him.

"They called us-" Gajeel snarled but the older man cur him off.

"Yes, yes, yes. I know what they call you. Mudblood and all that.", Dirty blood, I can't keep up with all that." He waved the cuss words away. "They will have their punishment, and so will you. One month polishing the trophies at the trophy room will do fine, I guess." Juvia didn't mind, but Gajeel thought it was boring and groaned. "And, of course, minus ten points from Slyhterin from each."

At that even Juvia let out a sound of disappointment. Their first year was almost ending and Slytherin was almost at the top that year and every point counted, of course.

"But you two.... I've seen you down by the lake, practicing, getting better when others were doing something else." Juvia looked Gajeel's way and just like her, he seemed confused: were they in trouble or not? "You see, every year I take the most prominent students and promote a bit of a... secret Duelling club, to help them get to their full potential. And the four of you... I've watched you.And the two of you... I've watched you, during classes, going down to the shore of the Black Lake to practice. You are my best students."

"We are? Gajeel raised an eyebrow in question – he wasn't exactly the best on tests.

"Tests, my boy, come in many ways. As it happens, you are quick with a wand in your hand, quick to decide the most effective spells while Miss Lockser" Jose looked her way "sees the situation as a whole and acts accordingly. She saw Mr. Jones wasn't going to get his wand in time and decided to eliminate his threat already, knowing that disarming Mr. Hull would be easier because he wasn't expecting that."

Juvia never thought of it that way, she just acted the best way she thought was possible, but since the Professor mentioned...

"My proposition is that I want for you to join my little club this year. I already have two more and after seeing your little duel today, the fire inside you, the power of two first years who haven't even been trained by a teacher at fighting? Both of you will be exquisite. With my care, you'll be unstoppable."

"You mean... we get to know how to fight?" Gajeel asked.

"The best way I can teach you."

"Why?" Juvia frowned. "We shouldn't need to learn how to fight. The war ended ten yeas ago."

"Oh, it did, didn't it?" Jose's smile sent shivers down Juvia's spine. "We never know, my dear. We never know what lies ahead and how prepare we should be." Th blunette was still hesitant. "Let me get it this way, people will look up to you, at how a muggle-born came to be just so natural in things some pure-bloods just dream of being. Because you are a natural. Both of you."

Juvia looked Gajeel's way and saw his eyes determined and she knew he already made his decision and she couldn't let him go on his own, she needed to protect him. Even though he was taller and stronger than her, it didn't mean he didn't need protection, just a different kind and she was it.

"When and where?" Juvia asked and Jose grinned, pleased.

"Very good choice, my dear. I knew I had chosen well." After a small talk about where their meetings would occur and to not utter a word of it to anyone, they were free to go and told not to forget their detention that night, of course.

Gajeel and Juvia were walking around for a few moments before he looked her way and asked, stunned: "Did you realize we just got into an underground fight club?"