2P-CanadaxReader2P!CanadaxReader2P-CanadaxReader by Ostara-Frost
Come to Canada they said.
It'll be an adventure they said.
It was an adventure alright. An adventure in snow vill.
Your best friend Alfred had suggested you go to Canada. Your parents had agreed that it was a good idea.
Had anyone asked you if you wanted to go?
Of course not.
They had said it would be a great chance for you to experience the rural wilderness. So then they decide the only way you could do this was to rent a log cabin.
In the middle of a frickin' forest.
Sometimes you really didn't get your parents.
Personally you would have rather stayed at home. In your room, on your laptop. You really weren't a nature person. Sure it was nice to take walks from time to time on footpaths next to the river. But live for two months in the middle of nowhere? Really not for you.
Actually it had surprised you that your parents had taken a suggestion from Al into consideration. They thought he was a no good hooligan a
Letters From Pigfarts Ch. 5Letters From Pigfarts Ch. 5 by creamercup
Chapter 5- Let the Games Begin
"Oh, I just don't think I can do it!"
"Man up, Matt."
"You'll do awesome, dude!"
Matthew craned his neck in the crack of the curtains to see many cheering students on the stands. The first game of the season was about to be played. After much practice, Matthew was actually confident about himself.
Up until the point where he found out what team he'd be playing.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the first game of the season is about to begin shortly! Prepare yourself for the game of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw!"
There you have it.
For five years in a row, that one house would crush their competition in every game they played. Every year, they swiped away the house cup mercilessly.
__________ made sure this year either Alfred or Matthew was going to change that.
What made Alfred such a terrific beater was years' of batting home runs. He secretly thanked his baseball coach back home after his try-outs.
As for Matthe
Letters From Pigfarts Ch. 4Letters From Pigfarts Ch. 4 by creamercup
*~|SWEARING IS USED IN THIS STORY! BE WARNED!|~*
Chapter 4- Quidditch Rivalry
You snapped your head towards the direction of your loud friend to be faced with a bone crushing hug. "Can't... BREATHE!" you choked out.
He laughed and released you of his tight grip. You adjusted your proud Gryffindor tie. Alfred looked at you expectantly. "What?" you ask.
He rolled his eyes. "Quidditch tryouts are today!" he cried out. Oh, you thought. Ever since arriving a week ago, Al was itching to try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
"And your point is?" you say, putting your books and wand in your messenger bag. Alfred took a hold of your wrist and dragged you to the Quidditch pits. "You talk too much. Less talking, more doing," the American chastised.
You passed Ivan, who said a quick hello to you before rushing off. Not far behind, his little sister Natalya was in tow with an object seeming like a map. You caught the print Marauders
Letters from Pigfarts Ch. 3Letters from Pigfarts Ch. 3 by creamercup
Chapter 3- Arriving
Francis plopped down on the seat next to you and you scooted closer to Matthew. "Mon ami, you never told us you were going to Hogwarts! Ohohoho~"
Quickly, you smacked him and moved across to the other row. Gilbert, nonetheless, sat next to you. "Frau, you have so much to learn! All the toilet seats we can send to Matthew!" he says.
"Um, I'm right he-"
"OHMAIGAWD I WISH HE COULD GO HERE!!" Francis wailed dramatically. You rolled your eyes and threw Matthew an exhausted look.
"I told you, you tomato bastard, I'm not wearing the damn robes!"
You raised an eyebrow as a familiar Spaniard and Romano's voice echoed through the train. Romano slid the door open with a nasty glare and crossed his arms as he landed on the seat next to you.
"Ciao, ragazza." he said with a scowl. "'Sup Lovi," you say, resting your chin on your palm, preparing for more chaos.
You mentally groaned as Antonio sprinted into the compartment. "Lovi, you have to!" he