Zack was severely disappointed. His school had been attacked by aliens (a proton torpedo had totally destroyed the hospital wing, if rumour was to be believed) and he hadn't seen a single one of them. Not one. He'd been ready, too.
After leading the rest of his House back through the library into the Commons, after reporting to his commanding officer (HoH Kijewski) that everyone in the first and second years had been secured, Zack had overturned a couch in the front common area. He shoved at it so that it provided cover from the main door, then took his position, wand sticking out of his back pocket for easy if futile access, and his favourite super soaker filled with itching potion and covering the entrance.
But not one alien even breached the library's outer defences because he never heard anybody so much as trying to break down the door. And the teachers were all denying that it was even aliens now. Nobody would tell him anything. All he really wanted to know was if they were Vogons or Kling-ons, or something else that ended with 'on', but the government had apparently slapped a whole lot of Top Secret seals on the whole thing. And he'd thought it was just the regular US goverment who dealt in alien conspiracies.
Well, that really shouldn't have surprised him as much as it did. The wizarding goverment, after all, had been involved in a cover-up conspiracy for centuries to keep normals from learning about magic folk. Maybe, if he got really lucky, he'd get an acceptance letter to an alien college located in New Mexico in a few years, then he wouldn't be kept out of that loop anymore.
For now, though, all he could do was sit in the common room and sulk about all the teachers lying to everyone. He couldn't even go out into the library to continue his self-education into advanced physics because his favourite table was covered in mud because the window had shattered under the concussive power of a proximity mine one of the alien ships had dropped. Zack sulked harder.\n\n