It was a bit awkward, explaining that he didn't want to go to a fancy private school, but Harry did his best. He made several arguments regarding normalcy, the attitudes of the others there and the desire to have more interactions with normal people. Norman had not been happy with that choice and had argued against it, but thankfully for Harry, Emily had argued in favour of Harry. Emily had also attended a public school, and quite frankly just wanted Harry to be happy. Though she did warn him that there would be no takebacks and that if Harry was going to go to a different school then he would have to put up with it, something that Harry thought was reasonably fair.
This was why Harry was currently heading to Midtown High school in his father's limo, he was sitting in the back with his mother and father, the former of which was fussing over his hair and clothes. Since Midtown had no official school uniform, the students were free to wear whatever clothes they wanted. Harry originally just wanted to go to school in a simple shirt and jeans combo, but his mother had insisted that he at least try and look smart. Which was why Harry was currently wearing a pair of smart brown shoes, grey trousers and a white button shirt under a thin black jumper. The clothes weren't as big of a problem as Harry's hair, he might be an Osborn but he still had the classic Potter hair, AKA a wild and uncontrollable mess.
"Dear God, what is wrong with your hair?" Harry's mum blurted out before throwing her comb away in frustration.
"I don't know, I guess my hair is just rebellious." Harry shrugged before he ran a hand through his messy hair. It was a fact of life, the sun was bright, the sky is dark at night and fixing Harry Potter's hair is a losing fight.
"Are you sure you don't want to go to that nice private school?" Norman frowned as they stopped outside of the school, the school might have looked fairly decent if you weren't comparing it to a massively bigger and richer school.
"I'm sure, Dad," Harry barely managed to stop himself from rolling his eyes, his father really wanted him to go to that school but Harry was not willing to risk the possibility of spending another five years with a Draco Malfoy, even if it was a muggle one. There was also the possibility that there was another person similar to Draco at this school, but Harry was more than willing to ignore that possibility, and when he couldn't he remembered that a regular school would at least decrease the chances of that happening.
"Honestly, Norman," Emily huffed as she stared at her husband in a disapproving manner. "you act like your son will catch a disease or something if he stoops down and mingles with the common folk."
"No, it's not like that," Norman sighed. "it's just that I feel like the other school was much better."
"Perhaps it was, but Harry did not want to go there, so he won't, yes?" Emily asked, raising an eyebrow in what was a clear invitation for him to agree with her and spare himself the trouble of what would happen if he didn't.
"Of course," Norman nodded, dutifully giving Emily a small smile.
"Thanks, Mum," Harry smiled at her before he picked up his backpack. "okay, love you." Harry pecked her on the cheek before he nodded to his dad who gave him a nod back as he pulled out his phone when it started ringing.
"Good luck, Harry," Norman told him before he answered his phone. "yes Otto? Yes, no, that shipment was authorised last Tuesday."
"Have a good day at school, sweetie," Emily smiled at him, seeing that Norman was now preoccupied with work.
"Thanks, Mum," Harry nodded and sent a final goodbye to their driver before he stepped out of the car and closed the door behind him. A few seconds later the car drove off, Harry gave a small wave in its direction since he figured that his mother was probably looking back at him. Once the car was out of sight Harry turned his attention back to the school and saw a group of boys and girls staring at him. "Yeah?" He asked the group of people that looked to be a year or two older than him.
"Dude, you just came out of a limo! Are you rich or something?" One of them asked.
"Well," Harry thought about his answer, truthfully if you weren't as rich as someone like Tony Stark then you were basically a peasant compared to Harry's family, at least money-wise. "a bit." Harry eventually settled on. He gave the group a small nod before he walked over to the school.