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Attack of the Screaming Fangirls
By CherryKisses473
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Harry Potter characters. All other people are real people portrayed by me. I’ve taken everybody out to play and when I’m done, will return them all safely to their original place (with exception of maybe two).
Setting: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The wonderful webmistress at The Boy Who Lived and Dumbledore worked out a special retreat for her board members. (Somehow…) -- Oh yeah. This was started before OoP came out, while the characters were still in limbo, between books.
A/N: I’m sure you’re tired of me rambling and adding all this, so I should just carry on with the story. So here you go! --- Rating at its worst would be PG-13, for suggested actions and events that may not necessarily be appropriate for little children. (Who would want their little child walk in to a very steamy broom closet?! Or better yet, who would want to be walked in on.) Now I give you Attack of the Screaming Fangirls (title up for possible revisions)
Note: For all you new people, the "brand of magic" TBWLers hold is the power of anything they write coming true (at least in HP land). It's kinda like the power of the pen, and the fact that we all make HP people do whatever we wish when we write. That comes up in this story, so just needed to inform you incase you're like "What? I'm confused. "
Day One
The rain was pouring hard outside the large architectural structure. Several girls burst through the giant doors, causing the wind to blow rain into the entrance, and leaving massive puddles of water everywhere. A tall girl pulled the hood of her cloak down and tried to shake some of the water off of her hair. "Hey! Sara, watch it!" a slightly smaller girl said, wiping the newer water droplets off of her face. "Sorry, I just figured you needed a bit more water, Nicolette. But if you insist, I'll refrain from sharing the wealth," she retorted, with a fake-angelic smile. "I wonder if everyone else is here yet," Lizzie said, pushing her way through the other two. "I don't know. Lisie said she had something to do and wouldn't be here until a lot later, but the others might be here by now," a purple-and-red-haired girl said, admiring the tiles on the floor. "I wonder how many tiles there are in here. Anybody want to help me count?" The girls looked around the room, and after acknowledging how vast the area was, they decided against complying with the silly girl's wish. "Aww. Fine, be that way. I'm sure Jeremy would like to help me," she said, pulling a stuffed hippo out of her trunk, and started counting.
"Um, okay. Well, maybe we should go find where we're supposed to put our stuff," Gwen said, shivering from her heavy wet clothes. "Good idea! Who's got the directions to where everything is?" Lizzie asked, pulling a sucker out of her pocket. "Um, we had directions? I was under the impression we were going to have someone here to show us everything," Sara said, a bit weary. "I guess we need to see if anybody else is here then. If not, we can look around for ourselves for a place to change into dry, warm clothes. I don't want to get sick on the first day of this retreat," Gwen said indignantly. "Sounds like a good plan, oh wise one!" Lizzie said, saluting.
Off they went through what looked to be an entrance hall, into corridor after corridor. Julia was left behind, counting tile after tile. (125… 126… 127…) For some strange reason, the portraits were moving, and Lizzie swore she saw a staircase move. "You're probably hallucinating. You have been eating a lot of sugar today, hun," Sara said, thinking that they couldn't possibly be where she thought they were also. "Did Claire ever tell anybody about this retreat, like what this place actually is called? It seems to all be just like -" "Welcome to Hogwarts," Angelina said, jumping out from behind the corner.
"Hey! When did you get here!" Gwen yelled. "Oh, about an hour ago, with C.F. and Larissa." Right on cue, Lar and C.F. stepped into view, grinning widely. "Isn't this so cool?!" the girl with the wicked green hair said, positively beaming. "Is this really Hogwarts? How come it's so empty?" Gwen asked. "Apparently, Claire rented out the castle for the week, just for us. I'm not sure if it is totally empty, but it seems that way. People might be in their common rooms, so we surely won't be able to find them until they want to come out," C.F. said matter-of-factly.
Mischievous looks washed over Angelina and Sara's faces. Before anybody could ask what they were plotting, they were already gone. "I wonder what that was about," Lizzie said. "I'm not sure I want to find out," CF retorted, an eerie look gracing her face. "Yeah, nor do I," the others added. After that, they continued their tour of the castle, one of the homes of their obsession.
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Lisie walked into the empty Entrance Hall a few hours later, just to notice Julia in the middle of hall counting tiles. (2003… 2004…) 'It probably would be best not to disturb her,' Lisie thought. There was a large pool of water near her, so obviously the others had made it some time prior to then. She shook the loose water out of her brown locks, and proceeded into the Great Hall. Angelina and Sara were sitting on pillows, using their trunks as tables, pouring over their Harry Potter books. "What're you guys doing?" she asked, wondering the consequences of asking. "Lisie!" they squealed. "We're looking for all the details of where the common rooms for Gryffindor and Slytherin are. Oh, you can help us! You have a diabolic mind and are interested in a certain redheaded Gryffindor. We could use another evil mastermind," Angelina said quickly. Obviously Lisie comprehended it, since her eyes flickered and she yanked away Angelina's book. "I found the spot talking about Slytherin," Sara said, pointing to the book. "Maybe the house elves could get us in there," she thought out loud. "I found it!" Lisie yelled, pointing to the book. "Hopefully this could help. Or there's always Dobby, if he's here," she said, extremely eagerly.
Off to the kitchens they went, walking past Julia, who was yelling at Jeremy for making her lose count and start all over again. "Ya know what? I used to think she was just weird 'cause I wasn't used to her, but now I think she's more than weird. She's positively nutters," Angelina said. The others nodded, but at the same time thinking that was how it was with most people at their beloved TBWL. Off the top of her head, Sara couldn't really think of anybody that wasn't even the slightest bit strange, weird, or crazy. If there was, they would have seen the error in their ways and changed.
Angelina led the way to the portrait of the bowl of fruit. Soon, they came to the landing just outside the massive portrait. "Oh my gosh! Just think! The twins and the Dream Team all stood in this spot and tickled this very pear on many occasions!” Sara said, staring in awe, until Lisie got eager and pushed her out of the way to stand where her beloved stood and open the portrait hole. "I'm never going to wash this hand again," she said, heaving a sigh. "Eek! Or these shoes, or clothes. I'm going to have to add them to my shrine when we leave for home," she squealed.
Inside, several bunches of house elves worked eagerly, while what looked to be Hermione was pestering a young-looking elf to join S.P.E.W. and recognize his rights. "Geez, for the brightest witch in Hogwarts, she sure is acting stupid," Ashley said, putting down something she was writing, and hopping off of the counter. "Choccy!!!" the three girls yelled, hugging her tightly. "How come you're here?" "When'd you get here?" "Have you tried the food?" they all asked. She just smiled and urged them to have a seat.
"Well, I got here early this morning, to work on my research paper. You know, the one I've posted a bit of and has a large portion focusing on Harry Potter? Well, that's the one. Oh, and of course I came to see all of you. Claire also thought it would be best if you had a 'voice of reason' and someone to help you find your rooms and such, and make sure the castle is still standing by the time we have to leave. Of course, you all seem to be doing just fine so far." Ashley said, pausing for a moment. "Anyway, I came early to look around and work. I even got to speak to Dumbledore for a little while, which has aided my paper. After I watched some of the remaining students leave for wherever they're staying, I decided to get some breakfast. When I got here and asked if I could have something to eat, that house elf over there," she stopped to point out the one Hermione was talking to, "had the audacity to offer me food with chocolate in it! Naturally, I had to lecture him on how chocolate is not for breakfast. When I was leaving, he followed me out, trying to 'convert' me. Unfortunately, when I hid in a random suit of armor in the second floor corridor, he found me and tried to feed it to me through the helmet. He ended up spilling chocolate all over the shiny armor!"
Lisie and Sara snickered, "CRSA's memory lives on!" "Like the wonderful, amazing broom closets," Angelina added, grinning. "Yeah, um, so why are you guys in the kitchen?" the older girl asked. "Well, it's kinda a long story," Angelina started. "Yeah, where to begin?" Sara continued. "We were looking for the Gryffindor and Slytherin common rooms, so we could see Ron, and Fred, George, Draco, and all the other people. Oh, and especially so we could put our stuff somewhere and change out of our wet clothes," Lisie blurted out, as though withholding the information would make her explode. Ashley laughed, causing Lisie's blue-ish face (from lack of air) to turn a bit pink.
"I'm not sure if they're even here yet. You guys are all going to sleep in all the different houses' dorms though. Oh, that reminds me! I'm supposed to give you all these special little maps. They guide you to the common room you wish to go to, and they seem kind of Marauder’s map-ish. They show the passwords outside of each of the houses when you get to them. Of course, we had the passwords temporarily changed for this week. Gryffindor is TBWLers, Ravenclaw is OWLs, Slytherin is NEWTs, and Hufflepuff is SPUG. The people on the planning committee thought the acronyms were cute, and after much voting, chose those four.” Ashley said, pulling out three maps and handing them to the girls.
While the three girls stared, and studying the maps, the anti-chocolate-for-breakfast girl walked off to have a chat with Hermione, assumedly to find out more information for her school paper she had been busying herself with. In a few moments, Angelina grinned widely to the others. "Ladies, we have found the piece to the missing puzzle!" she chirruped, holding up her map. "I think we need to modify this a bit, though." Lisie said, while the gears in her head were turning. "Yeah, like change it so we can see who is in the common rooms or on our way to them?" Sara said, as if reading her mind. "But how can we do that?" they all said simultaneously. "I think I have an idea. We need a wand, right?" Sara said, thoughts racing. The girls nodded. "We have access to all the common rooms. Whom do we know in this school that would forget such things as wands?" she continued. "Neville!" the other two yelled. "Exactly. So let's hurry to Gryffindor tower and find that wand!" she said, racing out of the kitchen with her companions closely following.
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"I wonder where everybody is," a brownish-red-haired lady said to herself, walking around. "I should hope that they'd think to come to the Great Hall for dinner," she said. Cara had walked all around the castle with the wide-eyed wonderment of a child. There were so many beautiful and amazing things to be seen, like the moving portrait, the beautiful staircases that move, amazing statues, stunning rooms, and suits of armor. ("I could have sworn that I saw one move earlier!" she told herself.) She had been to the kitchen around an hour ago, but left shortly after Ashley came in. So far, she hadn't run into anybody else. "They'll come down for dinner and you can see everybody," she kept telling herself. Her watch beeped, signaling that 7:00 had rolled around. She paced around a bit, glancing at each door. Suddenly, five enormous tables were covered with table clothes, candles, and plates, so she took a seat. Her green eyes lit up, gold twinkling in them, and her breath caught in the back of her throat. It was so beautiful!
Within minutes, Ashley walked through the doors, saw Cara, and rushed over. "Hey! Isn't this absolutely gorgeous!" she said, staring in awe. "Very," Cara replied. "Have you seen any of the others?" she asked. "Yeah, Lisie, Sara, and Angelina stopped by the kitchen. I gave them their maps and we had a little chat. I expect them soon… unless they're still on their mission," the great chocolaty one replied. "Maps? Mission? Boy, have I missed a lot since I last saw you!" she said, a bit confused. "Oh, yeah! Sorry, here's your map. It shows you the common rooms and the passwords. All access! I'm so excited about seeing them all," Ashley said, handing over another map. "They're on a mission to find the Weasleys and a bunch of the others. I wouldn't blame them though. I totally want to meet Lee Jordan! I love his commentaries," she continued, smiling mischievously. "Yeah, I should have guessed!" Cara said, shaking her head like it was a silly thing to have wondered.
Once again, the doors flew open and in walked Julia chattering with Kelpie. "Hey guys!" they said, waving. Ashley and Cara waved back. "So I was saying, I was walking down the third corridor. You know the one Fluffy was in? It was Jeremy's idea. Well, I saw the room he was in, and I was curious to see it. After all, if I am going to ever get a Fluffy, I'm going to need a room big enough! It was so weird. Inside, I saw this flyer for bananas taking over the world. I was so sure the bendy straws were up to something, so I ran to the library. Don't ask me why, I just thought 'W.W.H.D.'" Julia had said, and noticed Kelpie didn't know what the last thing meant. "What would Hermione do, of course. So, I went to the library and walked to the back. That is what the flyer had mentioned. Anyway, there was this special section back there devoted to people who think they are really bananas that plan to take over the world!" Kelpie nodded since what else could she expect? It's not like things were always normal in the particular group that formed TBWL. "Oh, is that all, Mongoose?" she said, very intrigued. "Of course not! See I did the craziest thing and picked up a little pamphlet that was sitting on a table next to a bookshelf with books for that type of thing. It said that the people plan to drive out all the card board fortune cookies!" Kelpie let out a gasp of horror, and Ashley, who had been listening to every word, almost fell out of her chair in fear.
At that moment, CF and Larissa walked in, accompanied by Gwen and Lizzie. "Having a party without us? I feel so excluded!" CF said, pretending to look scandalized. "Aw, I love you!" Lizzie said, giving everyone hugs. Gwen walked up to the staff table, where the others were sitting, and sat between Cara and Lizzie. Larissa sat down in an empty seat next to CF. Ashley sat on Cara's other side, across from Julia, who was talking adamantly to both her and Kelpie. They were all handed their maps, and all went deep into conversation about their amazing stay at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The plates and dishes filled with food, and everyone immediately started eating.
Suddenly, the remaining girls walked in, looking utterly pleased with themselves. “What’re they smiling about?” Lar whispered to CF. “I have no idea. Be afraid. Be very afraid…” They calmly walked up to the others, and slowly each person looked up at them. “What are you three up to?” Gwen asked suspiciously. “Nice one!” Lizzie yelled to the small girl sitting next to her, over the screams of the three girls that had just entered. “What’re you three yelling about?” Cara and Ashley asked at the same time. “Do you guys really have to ask?” CF asked, feeling the need to hide, before one of them spontaneously combusts. A sudden quiet hushed over the room. “Do you really want to know?” Sara asked, innocently. Larissa slowly nodded, a bit hesitantly. “Go look in the Gryffindor common room! It’s… There’s…” Angelina said, loudly and excitedly, but unfortunately couldn’t think of the words to use. “There’s a fire up there. Three, actually,” Lisie said, a bit flushed. “Oh my gosh, really?! You guys, we have to do something about that!” Kelpie screamed. “I don’t think it’s that important or dangerous, Kelpie,” Gwen said. “What! It could be destroyed completely any minute now!” she said, raising her voice more. Lizzie stared at Gwen for a moment, trying to get what she was saying, and then it dawned on her. “It’s not that kind of fire. Think of it this way… who has ‘flaming red hair’…” CF carefully slid out of her seat and up the stairs. Only one place she could think of would be safe from the others at that moment. Kelpie looked like she was going to explode with frustration and annoyance at the mix-up, while the others looked so amused or elated. Well, Gwen seemed to share her feelings too, until it dawned on her who would possibly be where the ‘fire’ was.
In the next instant, Cara, Ashley, Julia, Lizzie, Larissa, and Kelpie sat there at the table while four blurs of what were people flew by. “Well, with that said and done, anybody up for a game of Quidditch?” Larissa asked. “Quidditch? Oh my gosh! She’s going after Oliver!” Kelpie yelled, before running after the others. Julia blinked, “Well, I guess that she doesn’t want to play… Anyway, it’s raining, remember?” “Oh yeah. How about exploding snap?” Cara asked. “I’ll go get my cards!” Ashley said, eager to have some kind of fun.
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“Wait up!” Kelpie screamed after the others. It wasn’t much use. They were way too far ahead. She was mentally kicking herself for not remember Oliver could be there. “Terrance!” she yelled, a light bulb appearing above her head. She whipped out her map and bolted down another hall, eager to get to the Slytherin common room. Perhaps she’d be lucky, and he’d be there…
“TBWLers!” gasped Lisie to the Fat Lady. “Back again? Well all right…” and they were admitted. Fred and George were sitting on the couch discussing their new ordering lists for W.W.W, while Ron and Harry quietly sat on the floor talking to Nicolette “Hey! When did you get up here?” Lisie yelled, causing all eyes to land on her. Nicolette just looked up and walked over to them, assuring Harry she’d be right back. “Oh, I got here a little while ago. Apparently, according to them, shortly after you guys left. They said they were some of the few people still in the castle, and that they weren’t sure how many more are here. Obviously, not too many,” she answered. Lisie just nodded and walked over to Ron. She whispered something to him and the onlookers could see his ears turn red as he nodded. He disappeared upstairs, and when he came back down, they left the common room, hand-in-hand.
"I wonder where they're going," Gwen said. "I don't. I'm assuming either an empty classroom or a rather large broom closet," Angelina said. "Speaking of which, I have some business to attend to," said Sara. "Me too," Angelina said, striding over to George. Gwen blushed a bit and walked over to Harry. "Have you seen Oliver?" she asked, a bit nervously. "Uh, probably in his room upstairs going over Quidditch plays for when he graduates," Harry answered suspiciously. Before he could ask her why she wanted to know, she was already upstairs knocking on the door. Sure enough, he was creating a rather large playbook for the next Quidditch captain. "Hey, what're you doing?" she asked slowly. When he answered, she replied with "Oh, that's cool. Really smart of you!" Of course, that led into a long discussion about Quidditch. [A/N: Or at least that was until they locked the door and made it so the nararator couldn’t provide them with supervision]
Back in the common room, George was still being charmed by his mistress. A little spark of light glinted in his eye, and he hopped off the couch, bumping Sara onto Fred. Not that she minded, of course. "Dearest Angel, I believe it would be best if we had a little rendezvous elsewhere," he said, standing her up and holding both her hands. Angelina looked around, and smiled broadly. "Why, I do believe that you are right. Any suggestions?" she asked. "I know just the place," he replied, leading her out of the common room. "Where're they going?" Sara asked, snuggling closer. "I don't know, and quite frankly, if it doesn't deal with you and me, I don't care," Fred replied, getting back to business. Sara blushed a bit, then drifted off to a heavenly bliss.
"Urgh, they need to get a room," Harry said, sticking out his tongue. "With the 7th and 6th year rooms occupied, where'll they go?" Nicolette asked. "Well, there’s always the 5th year dorm, unless we beat them to the punch," Harry said, winking. "Ooh! I challenge you to a pillow fight!" Nicolette yelled, before racing him upstairs. Poor Ron. He'll have no pillow to sleep on when he goes to bed. Luckily, Lisie will still be able to use him as a pillow.
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CF was walking through the halls, hugging her cow close. She passed several closed doors, opening each one to have a look around. She heard movement behind one door, and decided to see who was there. She hadn't seen anybody besides the other girls so far. Turning the doorknob, she realized it was a broom closet. "Ugh, I better not," she declared to herself, pulling out a piece of paper and an eagle feather quill (Save the Eagles!). "Ah, the next chapter to my broom closet book. At the rate things are going with these people, it'll be longer than Goblet of Fire!"
"CF!" Larissa yelled from down the hall, causing someone in the closet to jump. (Or at least, from the clanging of buckets and brooms, that's what was assumed) "Oh, hey! What's up?" she said, twirling around. "Well, after Julia tried to singe her eyebrows off with the deck for Exploding Snap, I figured I'd go find you," she said, a piece of ash evident on her cheek. CF nodded and pointed to the black smudge on Lar's face. "Oh, yeah," Larissa said, wiping it away. "Ya know, I've been wondering. You always go by the initials CF, but what's your real name?" "If I told you, then I'd have to kill you," CF said, casting an eerie look at her. "Oh," Larissa replied, taking a step back, "Okay, so, uh, where're you going?" "Looking at every room in this castle. Maybe find that special room Dumbledore talked about," CF replied. “Why are you carrying a cow?” the green haired, curious girl asked. “Why are you not carrying a cow? I love him. He keeps me company. Isn’t he cute?” the cow carrier said, hugging her cow closely. “Tremendously. I wish I had one…” “Doesn’t everyone,” CF said walking down the hall. “Well, I don’t know if the jellybeans would, but they’re evil so nevermind that,” Larissa said, catching up to her companion.
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"So, you played as the Slytherin seeker before Draco, eh?" Kelpie said, sitting by Terrence in a plush green chair. "I think that's so incredibly cool," she said giggling. "Thanks," he replied. "So, you like Quidditch players?" he asked, moving closer to her, making her blush. "I do!" Crabbe said, lunging at Terrence. "Back off, he's mine," Goyle squealed. Kelpie ran and hid behind an enormous chair, while two great apes were attacking Terrance. Oh, the horror!
"Not again. Geez, get a room!" Draco said, shielding his gorgeous eyes from the horrific sight of his cronies mauling Kelpie's man. "Straighten up. I'm going to get some dinner from those lousy house elves. When I get back, you guys better be presentable. I can't have you people near me acting like that. What a disgrace!" he said, walking out of the common room, swishing his cloak as he turned.
Goyle grunted and hit Crabbe on his head. "You upset him! Now what're we going to do?!" "How about we go read? I found some fascinating pieces of literature in that room filled with books. Perhaps we could read them. Afterwards, perhaps take a stroll along the lake shore, and maybe take a swim?" Crabbe answered, putting on a pair of glasses. "Ah, brilliant idea my dear Crabbe. Do you know where I put my library card? I seemed to have misplaced it doing our dastardly deeds Draco asked us to do," Goyle replied, pulling out a pipe that blew bubbles and a pair of thick black horn-rimmed glasses.
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"I'm going to go get something from my trunk. I'll be back in a bit," Lizzie said, stretching. "Okay. If you aren't back in ten minutes, we're starting another game without you though!" Julia replied, spraying more jellybean repellent. "I will. You can count on it. I mean, what's the likeliness of a gorgeous silvery-blonde guy passing by me on my little trip, and making me forget to come back to you by occupying me?" Lizzie laughed. "You just laugh," Cara replied, "I mean, it could happen." "Karma,” Julia muttered. Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Yeah, okay, guys." She walked to the giant doors, pushed them open and walked over to the other side of the Entrance Hall. "Why must this room be so big?!" she said, opening her trunk. "Probably because there's a lot of people that go here, so the more room, the better it is for everyone," a boy said absentmindedly. "Oh my gosh! It's you!" Lizzie gasped. "Oh, so you've heard of me. Well, that's not surprising. My family is very well known, especially with father being such an important person. And who are you?" he asked, wondering if she was worthy of shaking his hand. 'If she knows so much about me, then she must be a pureblood, but she could possibly be a halfblood… Probably one of the many people that wish they could be just like me.' Draco thought. "My name is Lizzie. It's such a pleasure to finally meet you!" she gasped, throwing her arms around him. Finally regaining her composure, she let go and blushed a bit. "Err, sorry. I just got a bit excited. I mean, it's you!" she said, sighing. "It's okay," Draco said, a bit flattered. They ended up walking off through the corridors thoroughly engrossed in each other, leaving Lizzie's trunk wide open and the things she was going to get forgotten.
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"I think she did find him, or that Blaise Zambini fellow," Cara said, dealing out the cards. "We've lost another one," Ashley said, peering at the two other girls. Julia looked around, "Well, at least we're safe from the jelly beans. We can be the three musketeers. Ooh, like the real Marauders. Gotta love them. I wonder where Sirius and Remus are? Wait, they should be at Loony Lupin's, 'lying low for awhile'. Wouldn't it be cool if they were together plotting pranks to pull?" "Yeah, Padfoot, wouldn't it be cool if we were together plotting pranks to pull?" Remus said, walking up behind Julia. "Indeed it would be, Moony, and what a lovely little tongue twister. Perhaps these three ladies would be interested in assisting in the sinister prank plotting," Sirius said, sitting next to Julia. "Has Jamesie passed through here yet?" he asked, flashing a smile that could rival Lockhart's. He looked much better when he was cleaned up, shaven, had a haircut and was in clean clothes. "Um, isn't James dead?" Ashley asked. "Oh, you'd think that. But according to the signed contract between the wizarding world and The Boy Who Lived board, he is forced to be alive for as long as that signed agreement declares. Ah, behold the power of licensed agreements," Remus said in a very professor-ly way. Cara grinned broadly at the chance of finally meeting James Potter. Julia, on the other hand, was practically drooling over Remus, who sat on her other side.
"I hope I'm not too late," James said, creeping up behind Sirius and tackling him. "It feels so good to be back here!" "Yeah, and not marked as an ex-con for the time being!" Sirius added. The two men looked up from the floor, and stared at Remus. "Hey, don't look at me. I'm supposed to be the responsible one!" "Responsible? According to the Marauder code, that should be removed from your vocabulary, mister!" James yelled, looking appalled. "Besides, you're no longer a teacher, so you get on this floor now or I'll make you get down here!" Sirius said, putting on his best McGonagall face. Too late, as Cara fell out of her chair, taking Julia and Remus down with her. "Now there's the Marauder spirit!" James laughed, as they tried to untangle themselves. Well, actually, Julia wasn't being very productive, since every time they got one thing loose, she got another thing tangled. Somehow, Ashley didn't believe it was accidental. Of course, as a fellow TBWLer, she wouldn't reveal that bit of knowledge to the former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor or the others. Not yet anyway… Like the marauders, the TBWLers had an unwritten code and quite a bit of loyalty to one another, though they did have their moments of bickering and shooting off curses at one another. But that's another issue. She just watched the mayhem that went on, laughing. She'd already met her favorite characters (aside from Bill) earlier, so she figured the others should get their fun. Everything would be all right, as long as they didn't destroy the castle in the process and cause Claire (and possibly the great J.K.R.) to have her head. At the very least she'd be sent a good, strong 'diffindo' curse straight to her stomach, the mere thought of which caused her to wince and clutch her stomach.
A piece of candy corn flicked at her forehead broke her out of her reverie. "Aren't you going to help plot our latest prank?" James asked, flicking another piece at her, landing right in her mouth. "Score!" he yelled out, causing a few gutter-minded slytherin thoughts, as always. Sirius just coughed, and directed everyone's attention to the piece of parchment that had some formulated aspects of their next bit of fun scrawled on it. The six children-at-heart stuck their heads together (without glue or other sticky substances, as that would make things difficult in the long run) and began whispering. A few 'hmm's and 'that should work', or 'no, try this' could be heard, but not much else. And so the planning commenced.
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Crabbe and Goyle were walking down the 2nd floor corridor, when they noticed a broom closet. "Ah, don't you remember this?" Crabbe asked, looking at it with bright eyes. "Oh, of course! It's where it all started," Goyle replied, gently squeezing Crabbe's hand. (A/N: Gross, gross, gross! Of all the slash I inadvertently written in, why'd I have to make it gorilla's mating season...) "To think, we owe it all to the maker of those chocolate cakes back in second year. Those were so delicious," Gregory said, licking his lips. "Not to mention waking up in your arms. Oh, it was heaven," Vincent whispered in his ear, nipping at it. Suddenly, the door burst open, and the people inside fell out. Lisie's hand was still in Ron's hair and the other arm wrapped around his neck, while Ron was still holding her. "Oh, bloody hell!" he yelled, realizing the gorilla men were starring at them. They rolled on the floor trying to untangle themselves and look presentable for at least five minutes, causing their onlookers to blush and feel a bit awkward.
"Well, well, well. Look who we have here! The little weasel and some little witch snogging in a closet. Probably a mudblood, eh, Crabbe?" "Definitely, Goyle. I wonder what we should do. Oh, I'm sure the teachers and Draco would love to hear about this," Crabbe snorted. Ron lunged at Goyle, knocking him to the ground, and proceeded to try and beat the crap out of him. "Ron!" Lisie yelled, hoping he wouldn't get hurt. Crabbe was about to assist his friend when Lisie grabbed his attention. "I'd advise you to leave him alone," she said, twirling his and her wands between her fingers. "Why should I listen to someone who's snogging a Weasley?" "One, because I say so. Two, because I have your wand and I'm not afraid to hurt you. Three, because you're the one snogging monkey boy over there. I'm sure the entire school will find that entertaining," she said, grinning evilly. "You wouldn't dare!" he yelled.
Ron turned his attention to the others, standing up. Goyle looked up at his special friend both shocked and angered. "What? Are you afraid of others finding out about us, Crabbe? Do I not mean anything to you?" he shouted. "Oh, of course you do, dear. It's just…" Crabbe stammered. "Oh, so you're embarrassed of me? What next? We can't be seen in public together? You're not going to respond to my letters? Won't have any more late night strolls along the shore?" Goyle continued angrily. "No! It's not that! I… I…" the other said, panicking. "I can't be with someone like that! We're through!" shrieked Goyle, and ran away sobbing. "Darling, wait!" Crabbe yelled down the hall, chasing after him. Lisie and Ron turned to each other, mouths hanging open. "That was, uh, weird," Ron said, blinking with a stunned look on his face. "Very," Lisie replied, nodding slowly. Ron yawned and looked at his watch. "Wow, it's getting really late. Maybe we should get some sleep." "Yeah, good idea," Lisie said, yawning.
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"Oh, hold on. I'll be right back," Lizzie said, stopping outside Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. "Don't take too long!" Draco said. She gave him a quick kiss and disappeared behind the door. He walked over to the chair Filch had placed in the corner in his second year, and made himself comfortable.
"Hey, wait a minute. I have to use the loo," CF said to Larissa. "And rhyme," she snickered. "Yeah, yeah. Well, I'll be right back," CF said, rolling her eyes. Larissa nodded. As CF left, a flash of silvery-blonde hair in the corner of her eye caught Larissa’s attention. She turned her head to the corner and gasped, "Draco!?" The boy's head snapped up, locking his platinum eyes with the grinning girl's green ones. "Yes, and who are you?" he asked airily. "The name's Larissa and boy have I been waiting to see you," she replied, looking him over. "Oh, yeah? Why's that, besides the, ahem, obvious," he said smirking. "I could tell you a reason, but it would be much easier to show you," she said, flipping her hair and walking down the corridor. A smile flashed across Draco's face, but was quickly overtaken by a look of panic. He quickly contemplated whether he should follow or not, but his curiosity got the best of him so he went after her. When he finally caught up to her, she was stopped in front of a beautiful chestnut door. "What?," he asked, looking a bit flushed. Larissa merely waved her hand, indicating the door. "Oh, wow. How special," he said sarcastically. Larissa's eyes darkened a bit. "In case you haven't noticed, that's just a broom closet," Draco stated, a confused expression flashing across his face. She turned the handle and held the door open, whispering 'exactly'. Realization hit him, and he blushed slightly (though it comes as no surprise to him that some random girl wants him, as he is dead sexy and knows it) as she pulled him inside.
Lizzie walked out into the corridor and looked around. "Draco? Draco, where are you?" she kept saying, growing louder each time. CF stepped out of the bathroom and tapped her crazy redheaded friend on the shoulder. Lizzie spun around, "Drac-oh, it's you." "Oh sure, don't sound happy to see me again!" CF said, in mock hurt. "I might as well go back in there and talk to Myrtle. At least she'd be happy to see me. Then maybe both of us could becoming miserable, moping, moaning, toilet junkies," she continued. "Sorry, but Draco's gone! I left him out here for a moment and he's gone!" Lizzie shrieked. "I hardly find that to be something to get upset about," CF said quietly to herself. She looked in both directions, declaring Larissa was gone too. "You don't suppose they're together, do you?" Lizzie asked, hoping she'd answer no. "Are you kidding?" CF yelled, causing Lizzie to exhale in relief. "I'd bet Harry's Gringotts account they are. What would you expect from that arrogant jerk when Larissa practically goes nuts at the very mention of his name?!" she continued. Lizzie shrunk down, and whimpered, relief being replaced with horror. "I hope you're wrong," she said, then became overcome with anger at the fact he'd just drop her like that. "It's getting really late, ya know. How about we head over to the Ravenclaw dorms for the night, and you can deal with Malfoy in the morning," CF suggested. Lizzie pulled out her map and let out an enormous yawn. "Sounds good to me."
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Lisie and Ron entered the Gryffindor common room, laughing over Crabbe and Goyle's little scene. "Shh!" a house elf said, placing a blanket over two sleeping figures, before disappearing. "Hey, they never put a blanket on me when I've fallen asleep in here," Ron huffed. "Don't worry about it. You're not going to be sleeping down here anyway. You have a bed upstairs, remember?" Lisie said, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the 5th year dorm. She quickly pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil and wrote a few sentences on it. In the common room, the sleeping forms of Fred and Sara were now covered in blue and green polka dots, with color-changing hair. Lisie sniggered silently to herself, walking into the room with Ron. "Bloody hell! What happened in here?" Ron yelled, noticing feathers all over the room, making it look like a winter wonderland. "Pillow fight, perhaps?" Lisie suggested, glancing at a few deflated pillows. "Between Harry and Nicolette," she continued. "How would you know that?" Ron asked, picking up what used to be his fluffy pillow. Lisie simply pointed to Harry's bed. "Oh, looks like he's not sleeping alone tonight," Ron laughed, noticing the two lying on Harry’s bed, clutching pillows and covered in feathers. "Guess not," Lisie said, "But unless I'm mistaken, neither are you." Ron kicked off his shoes and magicked his jeans into a pair of pajama pants. Lisie did the same, except when Ron got into bed, she wrote a bit more down on her paper and changed things a bit before joining him. Unfortunately for Ron, he still had no pillow. On the other hand, Lisie had no complaints about pillows, because Ron's chest made a fine pillow for her.
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Draco opened the closet door, flushed and gasping for air. Larissa stepped out, looking and acting the same way. "So, was that what you wanted to tell me?" he asked, fixing his not-so-perfect hair. "Pretty much," she replied, trying to regain her composure. "Well then, I'm glad I asked," he said while readjusting his robes. "So am I," she said, grinning. Draco looked at his watch and gasped. "What?" Larissa asked. "An hour and a half! We were in there an hour and a half!" he exclaimed. "Only? Damn, I was hoping to break the record of three hours Sara set back at the Writers Block Banishing Party," she said angrily. "Uh, right. Well, if you insist on doing that, you'll have to find somebody else because I'm tired and want to go to bed. I've got other things to do rather than having to fulfill everybody's fantasies about me," Draco said, a bit taken aback. "Oh, well, I mean eventually. I'd be too exhausted for that now. I'd rather go to sleep too," she replied, shooting him an seductive glance. (A/N: *cough* STOP IT!!) "Hmm, really? Then won't you follow me?" he said, extending his arm. "I'm not a follower… but I suppose for the time being, I'll be one. You do know this place better than me," she said, latching on. "You'd make a decent Slytherin if you went here," Draco said, before he disappeared in the direction of the Slytherin common room.
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Kelpie and Terrence were sitting on the floor by the fireplace in the Slytherin common room. She, apparently, was tending to his cuts and bruises. She had showed Terrance the special magic the TBWLers held, and was erasing each mark one by one. "What else can you do with that?" he asked her. She thought for a moment, then wrote down a few lines on the paper. An ember that flew out of the fireplace turned into a chicken and cleaned up the entire common room. "Amazing!" Terrence gasped, as all the furniture in the room was being stood upright again and the chicken turned into a licorice wand. "Yeah, it is. Behold the power of imagination," she said picking up the piece of candy. "Can I try?" he asked. "Um, I don't think it would work for you. It's a power only TBWLers possess," she said, putting away her pencil.
"What are you two doing?" Larissa asked, when she stepped into the common room. "What? Oh, hey. I was just showing him our branch of magic," Kelpie replied. Terrence noticed Draco enter the room looking a bit flushed. "I think the question is what are you two doing? Or better yet, what were you doing?" he asked, standing up with Kelpie. "Going to get some sleep and none of your business," Draco replied coolly. He grabbed Larissa's hand and walked into the fifth year dorm. The clock above the mantel chimed midnight, and Kelpie suggested they get some sleep. Slowly, everybody was finally getting to bed. After all, it had been such a long and tiring day.
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"Well, that all sounds like it will work," Remus declared. "Of course it will!" Julia chimed. "Yeah, glad Keziah came in when she did or we might not have come up with the how the last step gets triggered," the chocolatey one said, hugging Keziah and giving her a fountain pen. "It's the least I could do for being allowed to join in on the planning," the blonde girl said. "Okay, everyone. We all did a good job. Congratulations. Of course, if we all don't get some sleep, then that will set us behind," Sirius declared to everyone. "He's right. But first, we need somebody to fill the house elves in on their part," Cara piped up, glancing around. "I'll do it. We'll all camp out in the Hufflepuff common room. I can almost guarantee that nobody else is sleeping in that house. Let's go!" James said. As he headed down to the kitchen, everyone else headed up to the common room. 'Tomorrow's going to be an interesting day,' he thought.
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Fred rolled over and fell flat on his face off the couch with a thud. Sara quickly stretched out over the extra space and sighed comfortably. “Thanks, it's about time,” she mumbled, curling up with the extra part of the blanket. “Oh, well, if I'm going down, so are you,” Fred whispered before pulling her to the floor with an even louder thud. “Agh, Fred! What in the bloody hell did you do that for!?” Sara yelled, throwing a pillow at his head. “Gee, well aren't you a little ray of sunshine?” Fred laughed. Sara curled back up on the couch mumbling, “I'm not a morning person. Bugger off.” Fred stood up and put on a mock hurt look, or at least she hoped it wasn't real. “Fine, I'll just go freshen up and leave you alone. By the way, you might want to fix your hair and cover up those spots,” he added. Yawning, she put on a hurt look and trudged to the girls’ dorms, kissing him on the cheek. Hopefully her trunk would have magicked its way up there.
Upon looking into their mirrors, both boy and girl let out two blood-curdling screams loud enough to wake up all of Hogwarts and quite possibly the inhabitants of Hogsmeade. Lisie, Ron, Harry, and Nicolette all fell out of their beds completely startled and scared. “Uh-oh!” Lisie whispered and ran to hide somewhere else. “Not so fast,” Sara said, fuming. “What in the hell did you do to me?!” she screamed, getting ready to lunge at her nervous friend. “Uh… I… my… my pencil slipped?” Lisie said, trying to come up with a good excuse. Before Sara could even think about it, Lisie escaped and was already headed out of Gryffindor Tower. Quickly, Sara ran to her trunk and pulled out a piece of paper. Praying her idea would work, she managed to transfer her polka dots to a blue and green spot-deprived zebra, and scribbled down a few other little details. The idea of her hair changing color she liked, except she managed to get it to only change with her moods. (It was currently fiery red with rage.)
Someone knocked on the door, then whispered an unlocking charm. “Is my trunk in there?” Nicolette asked, sticking her head in the room. "Err… If one of the four trunks in here are yours, then yes," Sara replied, before magicking herself into a pair of jeans and a blue shirt. “Oh, good! I was hoping I wouldn't have to go to the Entrance Hall looking like this,” Nicole said, looking in the mirror. Her hair was beyond the normal bed-head look, with the many feathers added in. She grabbed some clothes from her trunk and headed to the prefects’ bathroom to take a shower and freshen up. “I wonder what she got up to,” Sara said to herself, before dashing out of the room, running straight into Ron.
“Err, sorry. Have you seen Lisie?” he asked, hesitantly. “Not since she ran out of here,” Sara replied, piercing him with a stare. “Hey, whatever happened to you I swear I wasn't in on it!” Ron said, putting his hands in the air. “Yeah,” she answered, waving off his comment. Ron just looked a bit confused and stalked off to find Lisie. Obviously he didn't seem too fond of being away from her too long. George walked down the stairs with Angelina close behind. “What's going on?” he yawned. Fred came up stood up by the three of them and scowled. “Do you have to ask?” “I think I'm… just going to… find Lisie…" Ron said slowly before running out of the common room quickly. Before Fred could follow him, George held him back. “Maybe you should fix the spots first, brother dear.” Waving his wand, the spots and flashy hair were gone and Fred was about to go again but Sara flew down the stairs. “Stop!” she yelled. Angelina and George headed out of the common room for breakfast, knowing it was best not to mess with them when they were both angry. “Calm down! Ron had nothing to do with it. Besides, we need to come up with a plan before you go throttle anyone,” she said, trying to calm him. “Fine,” he mumbled reluctantly. “I’ll meet you down at breakfast. Don't take too long… or do anything stupid," she added, kissing him goodbye and following the others. Fred watched her leave, with a swish of her hair (which was turning a little more normal), before going back upstairs.
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Harry and Nicolette were already sitting at the Staff table when Angelina, George, and Sara made it there. “Nice hair, Harry!” George yelled, noticing a giant afro on top of his star Seeker’s head. Nicolette glared at George, and Harry screamed upon feeling a large ball of hair atop his head. Angelina and Sara turned to each other and burst into a fit of laughter. When she could control herself, Angelina walked over to Harry and took a deep breath. “Harry, I think you need to keep your fingers out of the light sockets,” she said, causing him to scowl and attempt to storm off. Unfortunately, him standing up caused even more floods of laughter as they noticed he was wearing bell-bottoms, 9-inch platform shoes (with goldfish in them) and a psychedelic shirt. “What in the bloody hell are you wearing, Potty?” Draco yelled, walking into the room.
Everyone looked up to see Draco with his hair slicked back as usual, except wearing clothes found in the muggle movie, ‘Grease’. Larissa turned to look at him once more, and noticed the change of clothes also. “Err, Draco? When did you change your clothes?” she asked. “What are you talking about?” he asked. Larissa pointed at his attire, causing him to jump back in shock. “Hey, watch it!” Fred yelled, coming in from behind them. Draco lunged at him, noticing that Fred was wearing similar clothes. [Except, Draco in a black shirt, Fred in white shirt] “Petrificus Totalus!” Cara yelled from the other end of the room, her wand hand extended, causing both guys to fall to the floor stiff as boards. Everyone turned to face her. “What is going on here?” she asked, pocketing her wand. “I get back from owling the headmaster about Caspian and you two are trying to throttle each other? Why?!” she continued. Upon realizing they couldn't talk frozen, she undid the spell. George walked over and helped his brother up, wearing the same outfit. Cara faked a surprised looked and gasped realistically.
“So, err, who shot the spell at who first?” she asked, curiously. The three gentlemen all started talking at once, blaming everything on one another while creating crazed mixed up stories. “Whoa, you know I don't recall seeing all of that. I must have spaced out then, because I just saw each and every one of you walk, the guys clothes changed suddenly, as each came in and then attacking each other,” Heather said, stepping out from a door behind the staff table. “You did this, didn't you!” Harry yelled, lunging at her. She quickly stepped to the side, allowing him to run his poofy head into a large chestnut door. “Oh, Harry, dear, how could you think such a thing? Sure, I wouldn't mind doing that to Malfoy, but you? Never!” she said, running over to him and kissing the red mark on his head. “Heather! Keep your hands off my man!” Nicolette screamed, running over to Harry. At this moment, it just happened that James and Sirius walked in, chatting loudly with an even more exhausted looking Remus. “Oh my gosh! It's Sirius!” a girl screamed, walking in from the Entrance Hall. Quickly, Sirius turned around, just as Lisie glomped him. “Ah! Get off! Prongs, Moony, HELP!” he screamed, while the brunette held onto him with a death grip. Ron walked into the room and noticed Lisie being pulled at by the other two men. “Hey! Leave her alone!” he yelled, coming to her ‘rescue’. After pulling at Lisie and getting her to her feet, he hugged her tightly. “Err, Ron, why are you taller than you were earlier?” she asked, looking up, then gasping at the sight of his flaming red afro. Ron stepped back, tripping over his enormous shoes (9-inch platforms). “You… you… argh!" Lisie screamed, while Larissa, Sara, and Angel were rolling on the floor, laughing their butts off, kicking and screaming. [A/N: hehe, roflmaokas! ] After receiving a piercing stare from their speechless companion, they laughed, stood up, and snickered quietly to themselves. Lisie helped Ron up, gaping at his sequenced jumpsuit.
Soon, everyone had made it down to the Great Hall, with exception of the gorillas, who were off working out their relationship. No matter what, none of the guys were able to make themselves look like their normal selves, so they were brooding over it. Well, that is with an exception of Gred, Forge, and Draco, who were getting stares from four of the girls and, for the most part, enjoying it. Oliver and Terrence were quite pleased to find themselves unchanged, except the blue [Oliver] and green [Terrence] hair. Nobody seemed to notice that the Marauders had no alterations done, but since they were the masters of disaster, they doubted anybody would want to mess with them anyway.
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Lizzie was sending evil glances over to Larissa and Draco, while Sara couldn't help notice them and feel a tinge of jealousy. Fred didn't notice, as he was in a very in-depth conversation with Oliver, Harry, George, Ron, and Heather about Quidditch. "Do they ever stop?" Angelina whispered. "Well, I know how to make Ollie stop," Gwen said with a wink. The other girls just stared off into space for a few minutes, with dreamy looks on their faces. Cara was talking to James about their sons and discussing the cute things they've done as babies, and how exciting it will be when Caspian gets his Hogwarts letter. CF picked up a can of, what looked like, generic Coke and cracked it open, loudly. As she lifted it up to her mouth to take a sip, a loud girlish scream emanated from the can, causing her to drop it. “Voldiepops?!” she chimed, looking utterly pleased. Once again, she picked up the can and quietly read the label. “Evil in a can,” she squeaked and poured it out on the spotless floor. A younger, more attractive, but still extremely evil, figure of VoldieMoldieWarts was sprawled out on the floor. Sirius growled and James’ and Remus’ faces went cold. Keziah jumped in her seat and accidentally exploded a bright green fountain pen on Ashley. “Choccy! Oh, I'm so sorry!” she squealed as her now-legal-adult friend jumped up.
Remus looked at the giant splotch of green ink on her shirt and pulled out his wand, the one that he does magic with. “I know a good scouring charm. I could clean that up in a jiffy,” he said, before murmuring a spell, causing the spot to disappear. Choccy said ‘thanks’, and directed her attention to CF, who has just glomped Tommyboy. Cara noticed a teeny tiny magical patch sticking on the back of her shirt. When CF and Tom finally sat down together, to his dismay, Cara muttered an incantation linking each patch together. She let James know, in a secret code that you learn from some secret book that all parents have to keep things secret from their kids. Phase two of their scheme was all set for later, and nobody else suspected a thing.
When Kelpie got up from the table, Lizzie got up with her, staring daggers at Larissa, who was holding Draco's hand. “They’ll pay…” Lizzie hissed quietly. “Come on. I have an idea on how to take your mind off of him,” Kelpie said, pulling her to the Slytherin common room. “What? Trash his room? Destroy their things? Watch them die from never-ending cliffhangers and torture from Fluffy, blast-ended skrewts, and utter sanity?” Lizzie said, eyes shining. “Err, no,” Kelpie replied, feeling a bit uncomfortable. Lizzie had to be extremely angry for suggesting one of the worst forms of torture known to TBWLers. She got to the entrance and said the password, walking in with Lizzie at her heels. “Then what?” Lizzie whined irritably. A do-you-mind-I’m-trying-to read-here-and-you’re-being-loud cough came from the couch, and Lizzie’s jaw dropped when she looked over and saw a tall, muscular gentleman sitting on the couch staring at her.
She blushed furiously, turning so red that you couldn't tell where her face left off and her hair began. “Hello,” he said, standing up and walking over to them. Lizzie regained her composure, and whispered, “Oh my gosh! I’ll love you forever!” to Kelpie. “Hello,” she said in a more composed voice, sticking out her hand. He grasped it and shook it gently, causing her to almost faint at the touch. “I'm Blaise, Blaise Zabini. Who are you?” he asked, giving her a once-over. “Lizzie,” she choked out, blushing once again.
Kelpie took that as her cue to exit, and went to go find one of the others. When she made it to the Great Hall, she only saw CF talking to Voldie about their ‘To Kill’ Lists, and Heather and Nicolette discussing Harry. “Err, have any of you seen Terrence?” she asked, looking around. Heather's head snapped up. “He’s getting his broom. Some of us are going to play Quidditch. You're welcome to join us though, since some people,” she shot a glare at Nicolette, who was drawing Harry's name in hearts, “aren't going to join us.” “Oh! Okay, um... but I didn't bring a broom,” Kelpie said, biting her lip. “Borrow one from the school,” she was told. Kelpie nodded, and sat down to wait for the others.
Harry was the first to enter the room again, looking a bit distraught. “Harry, weren't you going to change?” Nicolette asked, a bit confused. “The bloody spell won't let me even change into anything else! Or fix my hair!” he growled, a bit of red shining in his stunning green eyes. “Oh, sorry. Whoever put that on you is really going to pay,” she replied, giving him a hug. Heather shot another glare at the two, wishing she hadn't come later than the others had. The rest of the people soon came in. Evidently, none of the other guys could turn themselves back to normal either. Ron was still ready to play Quidditch though, after enchanting his shoes to be weightless so he wouldn’t get weighed down.
They formed their teams, though there was some controversy. Eventually, it was decided that Ron would be a Keeper, Heather a seeker, Lisie, Gwen, and Angel as Chasers, and Fred and George Beaters as usual versus Oliver as Keeper, Terrance as Seeker, Kelpie, Draco, and Sara as Chasers, and Cara and Larissa as Beaters. Choccy was the commentator, along with James refereeing. Remus, Julia, Keziah, and Sirius were sitting in the stands, watching the game, hoping that nobody (okay, almost nobody) got hurt. For once, Harry wasn't interested in watching or playing Quidditch though, as he was more occupied with a certain someone, much to his father’s dismay, since it would be the first game he got to see Harry play or watch together.
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After a rather long and exhausting game, they all came back inside for lunch. Heather caught the snitch, but Terrence's team won by 30 points. Oliver was guiding Gwen, who got hit on the arm by a bludger, (courtesy of Larissa) to the hospital wing. “Sorry Auntie Gwen!” Larissa yelled after them. Gwen would have waved back to her, but one arm was across Oliver's shoulder and the other in no condition to be moved much. CF and Voldie arrived shortly after all the others were seated, and were still chatting non-stop, in low whispers. “And since you're in my control, I expect you to kill her before she can give us our test Monday. Okay?” was all you could hear.
”So, what have you two been up to?” Harry asked, eyeing his archenemy while Nicolette and Heather tried to gain his attention. CF and Voldemort looked up quickly, shook their heads and went back to incoherent whispers. Sara was focusing on keeping her eyes only on Fred, while Larissa made it quite evident that she’d sic her most evil smilies on any girl that so much as looked at Draco in what she thought of as more than a platonic way. Lizzie strolled in, latched on to Blaise, causing Draco to look over and drop his jaw. The nerve of his friend to pick up the girl he was putting on hold until he finished up with Larissa. ‘What ever happened to The Code[I]?’ he thought.
“Hey Draco, Terrence, um, everyone else,” Blaise said, pulling out a chair for the beaming Lizzie. Terrence turned to talk to him, leaving Kelpie to talk to Keziah and Ashley. “Agh, would everyone stop calling me Ashley please? I'd much rather prefer Choccy or something,” Choccy said, on the end of her tether. “Well, hello there, Choccy. I’m Bill. Of course, my birth certificate says William, so we have the whole going-by-another-name-instead thing in common,” Bill Weasley said, winking, as he entered the Great Hall. Choccy's jaw dropped as her eyes fell upon the eldest Weasley son, Gringotts curse-breaker, and her stunning heartthrob. Angelina nearly fell out of her chair at the mere sight of another gorgeous redhead. She promptly passed a note to Lisie with a large number of galleons written on it. “You can't bid on anyone while we’re here.” whispered Lisie, causing Sara to crumble up a piece of parchment under the table. "Damn,” she breathed, causing Fred to stare at her suspiciously. “Oh, sorry dear. I just remembered that I ate my last chocolate frog before we came down to breakfast,” she lied. “Well love, I’m sure I could fix that for you. Just meet me in my room before dinner, and I guarantee you will be satisfied.” Realizing what he just said, he coughed, “with the new supply of chocolate frogs and other delectable treats that I'll have for you, of course.” On Sara’s other side, George coughed with a distinct “Yeah, I'm sure that's all.”
Fred turned a lovely shade of scarlet and muttered ‘shut up’ to his twin. Angelina whispered something into George’s ear, causing him to match Fred's crimson shade. He didn’t say anything more after that. He just replied with an eager nod and a stupid grin. Ron looked over, suspicious of the excessive redness at the table. “What’s with you two?” he asked, catching other people's attention. Lisie kicked him under the table, causing him to glare at her. “What was that for!” he hissed, then cowered once he realized who he snapped at. Lisie whispered something into his ear, causing him to snicker, and then to gasp and beam. “Yeah, so if you don’t bug them about that, then you can later,” she mumbled, staring at him. He gave a quick nod and went back to eating his sandwich, periodically looking up at his brothers. “I don’t even want to know,” Larissa said, glancing at the rest. “Yeah, who wants to hear about the Weasels’ love lives? In fact, this discussion has made me lose my appetite,” Draco replied, pushing his plate away.
Bill sat down next to Choccy and Keziah. “Charlie would’ve come but he couldn't find a dragon sitter,” he said, picturing his [A/N: muscular, sexy, and oh-so-fine] brother tucking a ‘little’ dragon into crib with a teddy bear and kissing it goodnight. [A/N: Awww how cute!] He laughed inwardly…and outwardly. A few others laughed also, obviously getting a similar mental image. Angelina and Sara sighed at the thought of not getting to meet him. “But at least the evening won’t be a total loss!” they thought, smiling inwardly.
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“Hurry up, Forge!” Gred yelled into the passageway. “If you don't plan on helping, I’d advise you to shut up!” the other yelled. “Can’t! You lost the coin toss, so you gotta carry it all!” replied Gred nonchalantly. Finally his twin appeared in front of the moving statue. “I still think you cheated,” he scowled. “All’s fair in love and war, brother dear. Besides, you did the same thing last time.” “Oh, good point! Anyway, take your stuff and hurry up! My angel doesn't like to be kept waiting,” Forge said, shoving the excess packages into his brother’s arms. “I hardly think she can be considered an angel,” Fred started to say, when his brother turned around and glared at him. Quickly, his face changed into a proud smile. "I know! Isn't she great!?” he said, thinking of all the havoc they could wreak around the castle together. Fred just shook his head, laughing. “Definitely a keeper. But, nothing can top my beloved. Mmm…” he said, drifting off to memory lane with a dreamy smile. One day, and they were already totally strung up over those girls.
“Oi, earth to Fred! Come in Fred!” George said right before his brother ran straight into the wall next to the portrait hole. Every item he purchased was scattered on the floor, along with George who was laughing hysterically. To top it all off, a big bruise was rapidly forming upon Fred’s forehead. The Fat Lady started rolling over in her painting laughing, and after a few minutes, Fred stood up shakily and glared at them both. “Glad to be of some entertainment. Accio! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to my room. TBWLers! Man, whoever thought of these passwords must’ve been nutters.”
George heaved himself up off the floor, gathered his bags, and walked inside. His brother’s flaming red hair disappeared up the stairway. No doubt he wanted to be alone for awhile. Perfect, since Angelina was supposed to meet George soon. He quickly bolted up to the 7th year girls’ dorms, since it was one of the only upperclassmen dorms that would definitely be empty. “Candles, check. Butterbeer, check. Full stock of Honeydukes candy, check.” And so he continued, listing things. “Hair… eh, can’t change that. It’ll be fine. Table set for two, check. Soundproof charms, check. Fairy lights, check. Hmm… only one thing missing,” he said, looking around. Two hands found the perfect spot around his abdomen, causing him to spin around.
“Me, perhaps?” the younger girl said, beaming. He kissed her forehead, moving his arms to her waist. “No, actually I was waiting for Heather. She seemed to be pretty great on the field, and I was curious if that extended elsewhere,” he said, smirking. “Well then, I guess I should be leaving. Wouldn't want to inter-” she was saying, before he cut her off with a long kiss. They broke away somewhat quickly, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Do you really think I would pick anyone other than you?” he said, staring deeply into her eyes. She was at a loss for words, and instead hugged him tightly. “Of course not,” she whispered. He waved his wand, [A/N: NO GUTTERMINDED NESS!!!] and the lock clicked quietly. Now nobody could interfere…[A/N: HEY! PUT ME DOWN! And let me back in! This is my story and I'm supposed to keep this all under control! Don't make me get Mol-mmprh! *struggles to get untied and free* … *frees herself twenty minutes later* Geezie lousie! Okay, I guess I need to carry on somewhere else…]
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“Eek! Ron! Put me down, please!” Lisie screamed, clinging tightly to Ron's neck. When he finally got inside the common room, he set her down. “Jeez, for someone who loves to play Quidditch, you sure spazz out when you're up a few feet in the air,” he said, lighting the fireplace. “I see no relation to the two,” Lisie pouted. He walked back to her and kissed her lightly. “Well, if you were that scared, then I’m sorry,” he said, falling back onto the couch. “I wasn't scared, just… um… worried I might fall?” she said, biting her lip. Ron laughed briefly and gathered her in his arms. She moved close, enjoying the warmth. They sat in silence for awhile, enjoying each other's company. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” Ron whispered into her ear, breaking the silence. “Yes, but that doesn't mean you can’t tell me again,” she replied, laughing a bit and turning towards him.
Their faces were barely an inch apart when Sara burst into the common room. “Ugh, get a room!” she yelled, laughing. “We had one until you came in here!” Ron yelled back, blushing to his roots. “Oh, well, don’t let me interrupt then,” Sara chimed. “Oh, don’t worry we won’t,” Lisie said moving closer to him. “Don't you have a certain brother of mine to be snogging,” Ron said, sticking out his tongue. Sara’s eyes lit up, and her eyes twinkled. “I did, but you guys are so much more fun to bug,” she smirked. Ron clung tighter to Lisie, who was sending pleading stares to Sara. “…But I have more important things to take care of than stay here. Ciao darling!” the brunette said, flinging her hair over her shoulder and disappearing up the stairs.
“Now, where were we?” Ron asked, grinning. “You were on the couch, and we were standing in the doorway. Any other questions?” Harry said, smiling evilly. [E/N: Wouldn’t you just love to murder the entire Hogwarts population to get some damned PRIVACY RIGHT ABOUT NOW?! --- A/N: AH! Lisie since when are there Editors Notes in this story?! LoL.. *kicks her out*] “Yeah, why the bloody hell can’t you people let us have some privacy?!” Ron retorted, throwing a pillow at Harry. “Hey! Don’t throw things at my Harry!” Nicolette yelled. “Excuse me? He's not your Harry!” Heather shrieked. “Hey, hey! Calm down. We’re just here to get my deck for Exploding Snap, not to start a war. Remember?” Harry said throwing himself between them. “Yeah,” they both murmured, following him to get the cards.
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They finally left the common room 10 minutes later, with Ron eyeing them intently. “Finally!” he yelled, while the portrait hole slammed shut. Before Lisie knew what was happening, she was pressed against Ron, hands in his hair, and snogging fiercely. [E/N: *faints*] A little house elf entered the room. It’s eyes bulged and it tiptoed behind a large chair. Covering its eyes, it snapped its fingers and with a loud crack, sent Lisie and Ron into his dormitory, on the comfy cushions resting in the bay window overlooking the lake. Breaking apart and leaning back, Lisie realized the change of scenery. “Uh, Ron, how’d we get in here?” “No clue… maybe we know how to Apparate!” he offered brightly. Lisie shook her head, hair flying from side to side. “That couldn’t be it. Could it?” she asked, puzzled. “Well, we’re here, so who cares!?” he answered, making music play with a flick of his wand. “Certainly not me!” she replied with a giggle. “Good, because that’ll make my job much easier,” he said, pulling her to dance with him. Ronald Weasley wanting to dance? I must be dreaming, she thought. [A/N: But let me assure you, you aren’t…]
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“Fred? Hello?” Sara called, knocking lightly on the door with “Sixth Years” on it. Hearing no answer, she slowly pushed open the door. The room appeared to be empty. As she looked over by the slightly open window, the door creaked shut. Probably just the wind… she thought. “Hello? Hel-oh!” she gasped as somebody crept up behind her and grabbed her around the waist. The head that rested itself on her shoulder briefly was smacked backwards as it made contact with the back of her hand. “Ah! What the hell? That was my nose!” Fred hollered, rolling on the floor holding his face. “Oh my gosh! I’m so, so sorry!” she said, helping him up and hugging him tightly. “Ah… Stop… I… can’t… breathe,” he choked. Sara let go and looked at him. “It serves you right, you know? You didn’t answer and you snuck up on me!” she tutted, trying to sound angry. He just looked at her with sad eyes and gave her a look he perfected over his years of mischief-making. “Ah, why do you have to do that?” she asked, as the look broke her down. “Because it works every time,” Fred said, puffing up like Percy. Sara just sighed and walked away. “Hey, wait! You still need to fix my nose!” Fred complained, noticing a trickle of blood. “You’re older than me and you have your own wand, unlike me. You’re probably more qualified to fix it than I am,” she said, sticking her tongue out and pulling a magic marker [A/N: I bet they made that name just for us...] out of her pocket. “You broke it, you fix it!” he said, in a voice much like a store owner. She kissed his forehead and smiled. With a quick scrawl in a little notebook, his nose was fixed and the bump on his head disappeared.
“You know, you owe me,” the redhead said. “How do you figure?” his female counterpart asked, staring quizzically. “Well first of all, I went through all the trouble of getting you several things you wanted, and more. Second of all, you broke my face when I surprised you,” he said, moving closer and closer. When he was a few inches away and being stared at intently, he finished with, “Third, because it’s such a gift to be in my presence.” With that, Sara put her face in her hands and laughed loudly. “Hey!” he exclaimed in mock hurt. Within seconds he found himself swept off onto a cloud of heavenly bliss as they rapidly heated up the room. They broke apart, and Sara laughed again. “At least it’s not a steamy broom closet,” she said before collapsing onto his bed in laughter, thinking about a conversation she had with Lisie. “What’s so funny? Steamy broom closets? Who were you in a broom closet with? When I find out who, I’ll…” he growled. “Fred!” Sara said accusingly. He blushed and looked at his shoes. [A/N: And mighty nice ones they are. With the way he’s looking at them, I think he’s trying to remember where each scuff mark came from…] “I wasn’t in one at any point in time since we’ve been here. You know that! Besides, I’d only share one with you,” she said, though a little voice in the back of her head was whispering 'Yep! Wait, no. Wait, yeah. No! Yes! NO! YES! Mmm, Slytherin! Shut up! No! Gryffindor all the way! No… mmmm… leather! No way, it’s all about the Weasleys! … N-' and so on. Oh, the pain of being of two minds about everything. Perhaps that’s what Two-Face from Batman felt like… Sara just sighed inwardly and shoved back all thoughts that weren’t on the gorgeous redhead standing before her.
After Fred handed over the bags of Honeydukes candy, they went back to doing much of the same as Lisie and Ron would be doing about now. [A/N: And Lisie goes into hysterics at the sight of their names together… again? [E/N: Yes, yes I do]] Before they knew it, ‘twas an hour until dinnertime. A clock on the wall chimed, informing them of their remaining hour. “I guess we should get going soon,” Sara said, glaring at the clock. Quickly they wrapped things up and took their sweet time to get downstairs. Wise, though they surely didn’t want to miss what was coming. The clock chimed once more, 60 minutes later, at the exact moment they broke apart again, sliding down the wall. “I think we need to go now,” Sara whispered, covering her cheeks with her hands. No doubt they were red, almost as red as Fred’s were. “Do we have to?” he whined. “Yes… Who knows what rumors Lisie would spread if we didn’t, and I’m sure Ron wouldn’t fail to back her up,” she replied, standing up. With a reluctant sigh, Fred got up and followed his perky little brunette down the stairs. [A/N: Who wouldn’t be perky after something like that, I must ask...]
Ron was already in the common room, redder than a tomato. “Lisie, come on!” he shouted, casting a cooling charm on his heat-reddened cheeks. “Ah, hold on!” she yelled, waiting for Angelina to hurry up fixing her hair. “Women…” Ron muttered. “Yeah, aren’t we great?” Sara grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. Ron glared for a moment, until his eyes fell upon his brother. “Judging by the look on my brother’s face, I guess so!” he laughed. “Well, must be better than you, since you look normal… well, as normal as you can be,” Fred said, smirking. Ron’s ears went red, and he peered up the stairs hoping Lisie would hurry up. “Come on. We’re going to be late,” Sara said, tugging Fred’s sleeve, slightly tweaked that he said the n-word. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” he replied, seeing George coming down the stairs. “Where’s your Angel?” he asked, looking behind him. “Fixing her hair, I guess. Kinda makes me glad we can’t change our clothes or hair. No need to worry about it getting messed up…” George replied, running a hand through his unchangeable hair. “Yep! But some of us were luckier than others,” Fred chimed, giving Ron’s bright red afro an amused glance. “Sod off,” Ron growled, mentally cursing whoever did his hair.
“Okay, we’re ready!” Angelina yelled, walking down the stairs with Lisie. Looking like Christmas had come early, Ron grabbed Lisie’s hand and left quickly. “He doesn’t seem to like us much,” Angelina muttered, leaving with the others. “I think whoever messed up his hair messed with his brains too. Or, it could just be that we’ve irked him too much today…” Sara said, smiling proudly. “Careful,” Angel said warningly. “If he gets too angry, Lisie might tie you to a chair and deprive you of everything you want,” she continued, thinking of the chocolate and ficcy deprivation people had suffered through in the past. “Eep! I never thought of that!” Sara whispered as a look of worry crept over her face. The boys just exchanged confused looks and continued walking.
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“Where is everyone?” Keziah asked impatiently, fiddling with her fountain pen. Sirius had put a spell on it so the ink would change colors. “I don't know, but you might want to stop looking so suspicious,” Julia said, duct taping a plastic halo on Jeremy's head. “Of course, Jeremy. You look perfectly innocent. Nobody will suspect a thing! Now just play it cool. If anyone asks you anything, pretend you can't hear them,” she whispered to the stuffed hippo. Keziah rolled her eyes and tried not to laugh. As everyone started arriving, Sirius looked positively elated. “Be serious,” Keziah whispered to him. “I am Sirius!” he laughed. “Not that kind,” Remus hissed. “What? …Oh! Oh, yeah,” Serious replied.
Cara slowly pushed open the door and walked into the Great Hall. James got up from his seat and walked over to her. She was tugging at the hem of her shirt sleeve. “What's wrong?” he asked, noticing her detached look. “I…um…” she mumbled. James escorted her to the seat he saved for her, and asked again. “I…I have something to tell you. I’m…I…You’re a…We…I think I might be…I’m pregnant,” she finished quietly. Taking a moment to process this, James yelled “I'm going to be a dad?!” jumping from his seat. Harry looked up and stared. “Gee, thanks!” he yelled, and stalked off to another table. [A/N: Damn angsty teens…] Choccy and Bill looked away from each other for the first time since he came, and stared blankly, matching everyone else’s expressions. “What?!” CF yelled. Sirius just clapped James on the back, cheering. Remus shook his head. "You’re so lucky that Lily's dead, and not temporarily alive for the sake of their enjoyment,” he said. Harry scowled even more. “Oh! Caspian’ll have a new little brother or sister!” Keziah said, hugging Cara. “Oh, Jeremy! Isn't that wonderful!? That's fantasterificalicious. Cara!” Julia yelled, hugging Jeremy tightly. If the hippo was alive, it wouldn’t last long for the lack of oxygen. “Now I know who you were in a closet with!” Lisie yelled. “I was not!” Cara blushed, “It was the Ravenclaw common room...” “Really?!” CF said, grinning. James and Cara blushed.
“Well, I'm not certain that he’s James’ child, though,” Cara said timidly. “What?!” Sirius yelled. “Of course it is. There's no doubt about it. Unless you and Remus have been—” He was cut off when Remus elbowed him in the side and Julia held up a picture of a dementor. “I withdraw the last statement,” he said delicately, sitting down. “He's right though! It’s definitely my kid. I wonder if he’ll have my trademark hair. Or what if it’s a girl? Oh, she’d hate to have this hair then. Hopefully, she’ll have yours. Oh, your eyes too! What should we name the baby? Who will be its godparents? Perhaps Remus this time,” James rambled on. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down!” Cara said, guiding him back to his chair. “How am I going to maintain my sanity... or what is left of it, with you?” she said, patting his hand.
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After everyone was calm again, and James stopped talking about how Cara’s unborn child was most definitely his, the Eating Of The Food commenced. When the clock chimed on the hour, Sirius remembered what was supposed to be done. He nudged Remus, who signaled their partners in crime. Choccy set down her fork and looked across the table. “Nicolette, would you please pass me the pumpkin juice?” she asked. “Yeah, sure,” Nicolette replied. “Wow, this is heavy,” she said, grabbing onto the sides of the pitcher. Remus quickly shot a charm that made the pitcher extremely slippery, just as Nicolette picked it up. It immediately slipped out of her hands and spilt all over her. She screamed seconds before the charms on everyone were set off by the liquid.
Instantly, little flashing lights erupted all over the room as it was plunged in darkness. A large disco ball appeared on the ceiling with several strobe lights and black lights. Lisie and Larissa rose in the air, screaming hysterically, though it sounded like Lisie was only screaming in enjoyment and fun. Meanwhile, Voldie, Sirius, and Terrence were rolling on the floor with laughter until Sirius started glowing blue and the others begin to flash random colors. Ron was looking around trying to find the culprit until he began to flash colors also, along with Oliver and Nicolette. Immediately, Nicolette lunged at Heather, thinking she was doing it all to get closer to Harry. She fell flat on the floor as Heather began to float. Harry started roaring with laughter, along with Draco and Blaise. Naturally, they ended up being dragged into the mayhem too. Harry started glowing red, while Blaise floated up in the air and Draco began spouting lyrics. Lizzie was suddenly overwhelmed by the chance to win him back, (or it could just have been the same magic), and started reciting lines from Romeo and Juliet to Draco. Larissa made a lunge for her, but she couldn't get close enough to the ground to grab Lizzie, who ducked low. The Queen of Green turned uncharacteristically red with anger, as Lizzie taunted her more.
Gwen tried to conceal her laughter, to no avail, and soon was also reciting utterly random lyrics and quotes. "You can pick your nose, and you can pick your friends, but you can't pick your friend's nose," she recited. Julia looked shocked and yelled “Liar!” before flashing colors too and storming off, whispering to her stuffed hippo that he could so pick her nose as much as he wanted. CF nodded, before reciting words from Dr. Seuss. “Ahem! ‘Left foot. Left foot. Right foot. Right. Feet in the morning. Feet at night. Up in the air feet. Over a chair feet! Twenty-four feet. Here come more and more and more feet,’” she said, examining everyone’s feet. Choccy and Bill stared down at their feet as CF examined them, and then they looked towards each other. “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways!” Bill said, looking her in the eyes. “Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate,” Choccy replied. [A/N: *giggle* and the red hair now reminds me of the sun and summer] Before anyone could notice, the two poets followed a flashing arrow declaring “HALL O’ BROOM CLOSETS THIS WAY”.
James caught Cara's glance and gestured towards the arrow with his eyebrows. She giggled like a little schoolgirl and blushed a bit. He grabbed her hand and began to lead her away, which everyone noticed because they were glowing green as they entered a slightly dimmer corridor. Now they were easily traceable. Angelina, Kelpie, and Remus all glanced at each other suspiciously. (Well, Remus was pretending, but no matter!) Something was bound to happen, but they didn’t know what exactly. Angelina opened her mouth to ask them, but before she could ask, her question was answered. The three of them immediately began to float in the air, joining the other four flying residents. “How's the weather up there?” George asked, laughing at the look on Angelina's face. If looks could kill, he’d have been dead faster than you could say ‘Avada Kedavra’. (A/N: *random readers drop dead* Darn! I forgot!) Keziah laughed also, enjoying the mayhem she helped cause. Coincidentally, she and George started glowing. She glowed turquoise, and he orange. (A/N: Definitely not his color! *Molly walks in* “Of course not. Have you not paid attention to the sweaters I made them? THE SWEATERS!” “Eeer… speaking of sweaters can I have one?” *Molly glares, thinking of all the events on TBWL occurring with her* “Maybe...”(E/N: WHO LET MOLLY OUT OF HER CAGE?!))
Paying no more attention to the others, Sara and Fred focused entirely on each other. Out of nowhere in their mindless staring, Sara whispered, “Who wants to be ordinary in a crazy, mixed-up world. I don't care what they're saying as long as I'm your girl.” Fred smiled, and then realized she'd been hit with whatever spell his eldest brother was under. Before he knew it, he was spouting off little quotes and lyrics also. A little house elf walked in to clean up the spilt pumpkin juice, when he noticed everyone floating, glowing, changing colors, and reciting poetic-sounding words all over the place. “Uh-oh! Knobby is not liking what is going on. I is not liking this at all,” he muttered, before scampering off into the kitchen.
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Remus swam swiftly through the air to catch up with Julia. She could run fast for a crazy girl. He finally caught up to her, and she stood quietly in front of a large chestnut door. “Are you alright?” he asked, giving a shy smile. Slowly, she opened the door and gestured for him to come in. Remus was a bit confused, but he often was when it came to Julia. When he walked in, she closed the door and walked over to him. It was a fairly large room, containing a little couch against the farthest wall and a round table in a corner near the door. A large fluffy-looking rug was spread across the floor, with a small fireplace next to it. Remus looked around, taking in his surroundings. “Where are we?” he asked, never having noticed this room in all his time at Hogwarts. “It’s a special broom closet altered to accommodate any TBWLer that wishes to use it,” she replied, grinning. She pulled a vial out of her pocket, labeled “Sane In A Bottle – For those in need of a temporary bit of sanity!” In one gulp, she downed the purple liquid. Remus raised an eyebrow, but with one gesture from Julia, he was quickly forgetting to question anything. The doors clicked locked, so nobody could interfere with Julia’s snog-session. Remus was still floating, while Julia was so happy that she felt like she was floating. (A/N: Or more logically, it could be because Remus had been holding onto her and she went up in the air too?…)
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Ron was jumping up and down trying to catch Lisie, who coincidentally couldn’t get low enough to be reached by anyone. [A/N: Mwahahahahaha!!] It looked quite amusing to see him jumping up and down, landing with loud thuds as his heavy shoes hit the ground. More people would be laughing, but most people were busy. Angelina teamed up with Kelpie and started throwing food at George, like Peeves. [A/N: Can’t you just feel the love?!] Fred couldn’t help but watch. CF was reciting "Mr. Brown Can Moo, Can You?" to her cow and Tom, who was looking a little sedated, flashing ‘girly’ colors. Nicolette saw her opportunity to steal Harry away as Heather was walking on air. Oliver was wrestling Terrance while Gwen, Keziah, Lizzie, and Sirius cheered them on. Sirius was going to play the winner, which so far would be Ollie. By the looks of things, Blaise and Larissa were having a race around the Great Hall.
Sara noticed Draco sitting in a corner with his wand, trying to reverse the affects. At least his wasn’t noticeable… Quietly, she walked over to him. After all, Fred was busy and he wasn’t. It’s not like it would have mattered to anyone...
"Salutations!" Sara said, skipping over and sitting beside him. "Good morrow," he replied, reluctantly. "How goes it?" she persisted. Draco just rolled his eyes, causing hers to narrow a bit. "Do you always have to be a prat? Get over yourself," she said, hair turning fiery red. He let out a derisive laugh. "As if I care what a stupid Weasley-lover like you has to say…" With a loud ‘thwack,’ Sara slapped Draco. [A/N: Oh no, oh no, oh no... Eeks! Sorry, Drakie!] "Don’t you ever, ever insult me. Or even worse, them," she said, glaring evilly. He just paled a bit, mentally cursing Crabbe and Goyle’s relationship problems and the consequential abandonment. Draco stood up to leave, but was pulled back down. "No… You’re not leaving. I’m not done yet," she said. He turned, intending to glare, and they locked eyes, causing her gaze to soften. "Please," she added, a pleading tone in her voice. His shoulders loosened as he sighed in resignation. "Fine," he replied, grabbing a chair. Sara grinned, eyes alight, and stood up. "Excellent! However, I think it would be best if we moved elsewhere. C’mon," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the Great Hall and into the room that once held Fluffy.
"Why did you drag me here?" he asked, eyeing the dusty room in utter distaste. Sara just rolled her eyes, tugged a piece of paper out of her pocket, magicked the room clean, and gave him a fine-is-this-to-your-liking-now look. A flash of surprise flickered in his eyes, quickly to be returning to the usual icy gray. She quirked an eyebrow and asked, "Now can we talk?" Draco seemed to be deciding. "…and stuff?" she added, biting her lower lip. Draco blinked and stared for a moment, before answering "okay." [A/N: Ahem… this is a closed set now. buh-bye!]
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Dan wandered through the gates of Hogwarts, following a trail of cookies. It didn’t matter to him who had put them there, or even why, as long as he could eat them. He followed the yummy trail across the lawn, up the stairs, through the Entrance Hall, up another flight of stairs, and throughout the entire castle. Finally, he reached a series of doors in a dark corridor. On the furthest door, a piece of parchment was duct taped. Curiosity getting the better of him, he walked up to the door and grabbed the letter.
Dear Dan,
We were hoping you’d come. No, wait, according to Briar’s psychic toothpick, we knew you’d come. Anyway, that’s not the point. The point is you’re here. That, and we’ve left a little surprise for you inside this room. Enjoy! Oh, and keep in mind that this broom closet has only been checked out for an hour so far. Use your time wisely! We’ll see you later.
- Lisie and Briar
Not quite sure if he could trust them, Dan sat down and leaned back against the door, thinking of his possibilities and what lay behind the door. Just as he glanced back at the letter, the door was pulled open, knocking him flat on his back. When he looked up, he was face to face with a pair of chocolaty brown eyes.
"Hi," Ginny said, leaning down beside him. Dan just blinked, thinking the girls were playing some massive joke on him. "Are you the person I was supposed to meet? Oh, are you okay? I knew I shouldn’t have trusted those two. Never ever believe someone who’s off snogging your brother. Gosh, why she sees in him is beyond me. Oh dear, how rude of me! Are you all right? Let me help you up," she said, standing up and grabbing his hand. "I must be dreaming," he said, shaking his head a bit. Ginny pinched his arm, causing him to scream. "What was that for?" he said, glaring. She just smirked and answered, "Evidently you aren’t dreaming."
Dan rubbed his arm, staring at the girl before him. "Who are you? You couldn’t possibly be –" "Ginny? Perhaps you should tell my parents that. Then again, I do prefer it to my full name. Guinevere sounds a bit too formal to thrown around a lot," she answered. "Right…" he replied, staring. Ginny stared back, intently. "Do you ever intend on telling me your name? Or do I have to name you myself? Hmm… I’ve always been fond of the name Murray… or Clyde. Ooh, Herbert or Archibald or -" "Agh! No! It’s Dan…" "Dan," Ginny repeated to herself, smiling. "Well then, I believe we have about 45 minutes left in there," she said, pointing to the broom closet. "What?" he asked, snapping out of his reverie. "What? You actually think I’d want to waste such precious time? Dan, Dan, Dan… Obviously, you need to get to know me better," she said, smirking and walking back into the room. Dan just shrugged, followed her, and shut the door behind him.
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Lauren walked into the Entrance Hall and glanced around. The beauty of the castle had left her breathless, not to mention her trip to get there. She didn’t see anybody around. “But then again, why would anyone stay standing in the Entrance Hall? Err… besides me, apparently,” she thought. Jenny snuck up behind her and poked her. Letting out a yelp of surprise, Lauren spun around. “Hey!” Jenny said, blue eyes sparkling. “Jenny! Ah, how are you? Where is everyone? Have you seen Harry?” she asked, smiling broadly. “Fine, fine. I have no idea and no. I just got here, hence the suitcase,” Jenny replied, waving towards the doors. “Oh, hah… duh. Same here. This is so exciting. I get to meet Harry and Oliver!” Lauren said, shifting her rucksack higher up her shoulder. “Haha… yeah. I intend on a little more than just meeting Oliver though,” Jenny said, a dreamy look set on her face. “Err… Right, of course. Well, perhaps we should maybe put this stuff away and then look for them?” said Lauren, gesturing to their bags.
The girls walked around until they found the portrait of the Fat Lady, with a little help from Sir Cadogan. They looked blankly at each other when asked for the password. “Uh, well, we’re TBWLers so w-” Jenny broke off as the portrait swung open. “Cool,” Lauren said, slipping through.
The common room was nicer than they imagined it. The giant stuffed chairs by the blazing fire were just begging to be sat in, and they would have given into temptation had they not been eager to find their deliciously snoggable partners. “Leave our stuff down here or take them to a dorm?” asked Lauren. “Dorms,” they both answered after a second, smiling. Upon inspection, all the girls’ dormitories were empty, except the fourth years. They chose the fifth year dorms and settled in. “I wonder if the others are here already,” Jenny said, falling back onto one of the beds. “I bet they are. Why wouldn’t they be? Anyway, maybe they’re in other houses or something,” replied Lauren. “Or different dormitories,” she added with a wink. “Yeah, maybe,” Jenny replied. “Wouldn’t you? I wouldn’t mind checking out the Slytherin common room and things. I bet it looks really neat down there, except maybe not as warm and inviting,” Lauren said, still not having decided whether she’s more of a Slytherin or a Gryffindor. Jenny just rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at her. “Have a little house loyalty when you’re in here,” she said, giggling. “Especially when we’re on a mission to find some incredibly gorgeous Gryffindors.”
Lauren perked up at the thought, “Where should we look?” “Everywhere. This’ll probably go faster if we split up,” Jenny replied. “Okay. Can I come with you?” “Where did I lose you on the whole splitting up thing?” “Erm…” “Never mind. Let’s just go,” Jenny said, leaving. “Right,” Lauren replied, following her blonde counterpart.
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The statue hiding the tunnel to the Shrieking Shack shifted aside, allowing a mop of curly brown hair poke through. “It looks clear. C’mon,” Lucy whispered, climbing out of the tunnel. “Give me a hand,” Tricia said, extending her arm. “Thanks,” she said, dusting off her clothes. Lucy just smiled. “Where to now?” Tricia said, surveying the corridor. They weren’t very far from the Gryffindor common room, but she doubted anybody would be there yet. “Um… This way!” Lucy replied, grabbing her arm and directing her down the hall. Turning the corner, they ran right smack into Jenny and Lauren.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" Lauren said, rubbing her forehead and standing up. "Is that any way to greet us?" Tricia asked, doing the same. "Whoa, hey! I didn't notice that was you!" Jenny said, dusting off her jeans. Lauren extended a hand to Lucy, who was watching their exchange from the floor.
"Sorry... So where are you guys off to? Have you seen any of the others, like Harry, by any chance?" Tricia asked. "Oh, we were kind of hoping you guys knew where everyone is," Jenny replied. "Oh," Lucy said, looking like somebody just kicked her puppy. "We just got here," Tricia explained, pulling a bottle of Mountain Dew LiveWire out of her rucksack. "I see you came prepared," Lauren said, laughing. "Need my energy, don't I?" "Yeah, especially if you wind up in a broom closet," giggled Lucy, with a dreamy look. All the girls sighed, wearing the same look. "Ahem," Jenny said, clearing her throat, "Back to business. Where do you suggest we look?"
Tricia looked around, hoping she wasn't going to be looked to for answers. It wasn't really her department. "The Great Hall," Lucy said, "If I'm correct -" "Which she often is," interjected Tricia. "- then they should be at dinner, finishing up their meals. Therefore, if we head down there now, we'll be there as they're getting ready to leave." "Great thinking. Let's go," Tricia said, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
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Briar was running through the halls, screaming at the top of her lungs about a book coming to trap her. Portraits on the hall looked dumbfounded as she ran past them. Sir Cadogan fell off his fat horse, tried to stand up, and tripped over his lance. He screamed obscenities as she passed, but they were thankfully covered up by Briar’s piercing screams. Rushing around a corner, she ran right into a suit of armor. She screamed in pain, crumbling to the floor as a book with thorny vines coming out crept toward her. "No! You cannot contain me!" she screamed, writhing.
"Aha!" Lauren yelled, jumping around the corner, sharpened pencil pointing straight ahead. "Bloody effing hell! What the hell is that?!" she screamed, swearing like a madwoman. Briar’s jaw dropped, along with the suits of armor. "I didn’t even know you could do that with a watermelon," she mumbled to herself. (A/N: the "I didn't know you could do that with a watermelon" line comes from the smut chap of the Cliche Catalogue) Lauren stopped and blushed. "You alright? What the he—heck is that?" she asked. As if on cue, the book remembered it was supposed to be attacking Briar and trapping her within its pages.
Once again, the screaming began. "Oh, give it a rest, would you?" a girl with golden-blonde hair said, walking out of some room nearby, glaring. Mara walked over to the sinister-looking book and slammed it shut, causing a screech from the writhing plant-like creature. "Thank you!" she said, and walked back into the classroom. She slammed the door loudly, pleased by the effect it made. "Err… What just happened here?" Lauren asked, snapping out of her daze but still staring dumbfounded. "Umm… Nothing," Briar said. Lauren just gave her an if-you-think-I’m-dumb-enough-to-believe-that-you’ve-got-another-thing-coming look. "Doppelgangers are tricky," Briar stated, picking up her book and wrapping multi-colored rubberbands around it. "Right…" Lauren replied. Shrugging, she went back to find the rest of her group, leaving Briar sitting in the middle of the hall like the loner she is.
Briar rocked herself back and forth, mumbling about how random things were out to get her. Her silvery hair fell down in her face as she stared at the floor. It gave her a peaceful-yet-strange look, which worked well for her. Mara continued to stay in her empty classroom, plotting a way to get Harry for herself without any more annoying disturbances. Unfortunately for her, none of these fangirls would be willing to let him go without a fight. (A/N: *cue sinister laughter*)
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Oliver, Terrance, and Sirius were sprawled out on the floor, a bit tired from fighting with each other. The girls were giggling over them and discussing how great they looked. Ron had given up trying to get Lisie back down to the ground, as did George. Instead, they were sitting by the other guys, trying to enjoy themselves. "This is a great night," Sirius sighed, admiring the stars scattered on the ceiling. "Hah, yeah right," Ron replied with a frown. "Okay, well not from the point of view of somebody the prank was being pulled on," Sirius mused, "But still great fun for some of us." "What?" Ron yelled. Sirius mentally cursed for having let it slip. "I’m surprised I didn’t guess it was you! This stunt stinks of Marauders," Ron continued. Knowing his cover was blown, Sirius decided he at least be glad about the prank. Finally, somebody could acknowledge their work! "Yes, it does, doesn’t it? Don’t want to blow my own horn, but… its genius," he said, smiling. Ron decided to try and pummel the older, stronger, and sexier guy. Angelina started cheering him on while laughing hysterically at how funny they looked. Lisie tried to look angry, but she was enjoying the scene before her. "Gods, they look good!" she mused.
After Ron let off his steam, and Sirius got him back, they lay sprawled on the ground once more. "Take it off," Ron demanded. "Ronnie! I’m just not that kind of boy," Sirius shrieked, batting his eyelashes. "You know I meant the spell!" he growled. "Tsk tsk… Hermione would be ashamed of you, ya know?" Sirius smirked. Ron glared even harder. "Honestly! If that’s what you really want, fine. Finite Incantatem!" Sirius said, waving his wand.
The levitation spell immediately lifted, along with the others, and all of them started plummeting to the ground. A look of horror flashed over Ron’s face as he ran to catch Lisie. George used a levitation spell to slowly bring Angelina down, which was copied by a few others. Lisie was screaming loudly, and fell hard onto Ron, causing him to break her fall. "Okay, so that didn’t work how I entirely hoped," he said. Lisie was still clutching him tightly. "But this will do," Ron quickly added. He managed to get up and carry her off to the Hall O’ Broom Closets, before anybody could tell him how stupid that little stunt was. It worked out fine for him!
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Lisie checked the sign-in list at the front of the hall. "Okay, the one towards the end should be free," she said, directing Ron to go there. He set her down and knocked on the door, just in case. A very disheveled Ginny opened the door. Ron turned bright red and was about to yell when Lisie quickly pulled him over to her and started snogging him. Waving her hands, she directed Ginny and Dan to get out right away. Without wasting any time, they quickly ran out and rounded the corner. "Were you going to say something dear?" Lisie asked. "Ginny… Where… She…" Ron stammered. "Are you feeling okay? I haven’t seen her. Maybe you’re tired," she said. Ron was about to say something but she cut him off again. "I need to go sign us in, so hold on." Ron sighed feeling very confused. When she returned, however, and hung up a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, he felt much better.
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Dan was quickly darting through the halls with Ginny at his side. "Sorry," Ginny said, giving him a half-smile. Rounding another corner, they ran into Lauren, Tricia, Jenny, and Lucy. "Whoa, hey!" Dan cheered. Ginny looked a bit confused. "Oh, Gin, this is Lucy, Jenny, Tricia, and Lauren. This is—" "We know who she is Dan," Jenny laughed. "Oh, yeah. Duh. Anyway, what are you all up to?" he asked, looking around. "Plotting, searching… The usual stuff," Lucy answered. "Ah, I see. Too bad I can’t join you but –" "Actually you can," Tricia interjected. "Oh… I didn’t mean-" "We have a mission for you," Lauren said, nodding solemly. "A mission? What do I get for this mission?" Dan asked. The girls exchanged bewildered looks. "When Lisie sends me on a mission, she says ‘please.’ And afterwards, I get a cookie," Dan continued. Tricia searched through her bad and pulled out a package of cookies. "Yours if you choose to accept this mission," she said, trying to sound like the chief in Inspector Gadget. Dan beamed and listened closely for orders.
Later, Dan walked into the room Mara was hiding out. She was bent over a few pieces of parchment and a map, which she had obviously drawn. The door slammed shut behind him, causing her head to snap up. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, frantically trying to roll up her parchments. "Eh, not much. Just came to say hi and see what you were up to," he answered, staring at her curiously. "Nothing," Mara said, glaring. "Doesn’t look like it…" "Look, just go away. I’m busy," she said. "With nothing?" "Gosh, why can’t I have some peace!?" she yelled, grabbing her things. Dan moved to block the door, but she slapped him hard across the face and left. "Girls…" he said, massaging his sore jaw.
Shortly afterward, the others ran into the room. "Well?" Jenny asked. "She left," he simply said. "How could you let her go?" Lauren yelled. "As the soon-to-be-purple area on my jaw will attest, I did not ‘let’ her go," Dan replied. "Did you find out anything?" "Uh… She’s plotting something that most likely involves others, has a map, a bunch of parchments, and the entire thing is top secret," he answered, "Oh, and she is pretty strong." "How do know it’s some plot against us?" Jenny asked, looking worried. "It would make sense." Lauren said, nodding, "I mean, why else would she be acting like such a b-i-t-c-h?" "Lauren, I think we’re a little too old to be spelling things out." "A ‘bitca’?" Tricia asked, confused. "Nevermind, besides that’s such a strong word," Lucy said, laughing. "Yeah, sorry," Lauren said, mentally cursing herself for her compulsive swearing.
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A loud buzzer sounded in Harry’s broom closet, and he and Nicolette were kicked out.. “Wanna go back in?” “Sure, why n-” “Harry!” Harry turned around to see Tricia and Lauren walking over to him. “C’mon, let’s go!” Nicolette said, tugging him back to the closet. He stopped, curious, as he had not seen these two girls before. Silly Harry obviously hadn’t learned his lesson. The two girls glomped him, knocking him back. “How are you, Harry dear? Care for a nice snog?” Tricia asked, believing that snogging made everything better. “Yeah, with me!” Lauren cheered, grabbing his arm and pulling him over to him. “No, me!” Nicolette screamed. “Shove it! You’ve already had him!” Lauren yelled. “Well, well we’ve had a special connection,” Nicolette retorted. “Well, you’re going to have to do better than that. I’d kill for him!” Tricia said, pulling him over to her. “You would kill for a chocolate bar,” Lauren snapped, yanking him back again. The arguing continued, and somehow Harry wriggled away.
“He thinks I’m prettier, right Harry?” Lauren yelled. All the girls turned to the space Harry had been standing. “Where’d he go?” Tricia asked, looking like somebody took away her cookies. “It’s your fault,” Nicolette said, glaring at them both. “How do you figure?!” Lauren yelled, glaring back. “B-Because he was here and happy with me and then, and then you two came and scared him away!” Nicolette answered. “Hah, are you sure it wasn’t your face?” Lauren said, sticking out her tongue. “Ahem!” Tricia said, clearing her throat. The other two turned towards her, hoping it was Toad-Woman (so they could kill her). “Why don’t we go look for him, and then… let him decide? Perhaps tie him to a chair until he chooses?” Tricia suggested. “Brilliant idea!” Lauren said. Tricia looked shocked. She was never the good-idea-girl.
Meanwhile, Mara was in the owlery sending a letter to another TBWLer. “I hope she gets this soon…” she said to herself. She decided to go find Harry, hoping it wouldn’t take long. She walked past Fluffy’s room, where Sara and Draco were still residing. They broke apart, gasping for air. “Wow,” was all that was said. Harry burst into the room, breathing raggedly. Turning around, he noticed the two sitting on the floor. “Oh no…” Harry muttered. Why did he always get stuck in these awkward moments? “Malfoy? Sara?” he said, dumbfounded. “Aww. You remember my name! I’m so touched,” Sara said, smiling. “What’s going on?” Harry asked, noticing their flushed faces. “That depends on what it looks like,” she answered. Of course, Draco had to step in.
“Well, we’re sitting here, on the floor, while you’ve come in here and interrupted us. So if you’d get the hell out of here, we can get back to our snogfest,” he said smirking. Sara dropped her face in her hands. Harry stared at her. “Have you completely lost your mind?” he asked, furious. “Well, duh, where have you been all night?” she said, laughing. “Not snogging a Malfoy, that’s for sure!” “Oh, good, because I’d hate to have to tell your fangirls that you’re gay, and with a sexgod here!” she retorted, smiling. Draco smirked while Harry looked like he was going to gag. “You know what’s really sad?” Harry asked, sighing. “Bad hair on top of that outfit?” Draco suggested. Sara doubled over laughing. Harry’s eyes narrowed. “Uh… sorry?” “Nevermind,” he said. “Good! So what brings you here?” Sara asked, smiling. “Eh, had to hide from a few girls. They were fighting over me again,” he shrugged. “I can see why you would be upset. Oh, that was my sarcastic voice,” she said. “You know, it sounds a lot like your regular voice.” “I’ve been told that.”
Draco cleared his throat, causing the other two to look over. “What?” Sara asked, searching his eyes. “Blackmail is such an ugly word,” he said, looking at Harry. “I didn’t say blackmail.” “Yeah, but I’m about to blackmail you, so I thought I’d bring it up,” Draco said smirking. “What?” Harry asked, jaw dropping. Sara decided to answer him instead. “You tell anybody about this, and we’ll hand you over to your fan club,” she said with a look of seriousness mixed with enjoyment. “You wouldn’t dare,” Harry gasped. “Harry, dear, are you that thick that you would doubt him, given his relationship with you?” Sara said, smiling mischeviously. Harry glared, storming out of the room. “That went well,” Draco said, pulling her back over.
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Jenny and Lucy poked their heads into the Great Hall. Oliver and Sirius were sitting in the middle of the room, along with thirteen other people. “How do we get them out?” Lucy whispered. “I believe I can help,” Clare said, stepping out of the shadows. “Clare! What are you doing here?” Jenny whispered loudly. “Got a letter,” she replied, waving Mara’s letter. “Oh.” “Yeah, so where’s Mara?” Clare asked. “Um… Some classroom, maybe?” Jenny suggested. Clare shook her head, “Nope. Where’s Harry?” Both girls shrugged. “He was by the broom closets last time we saw him, but he’s probably gone by now,” Lucy said, hearing the screams over him. “Okay, we’ll split up and meet back he-” “Looking for me?” Mara said, leaning against another doorframe. “Where’s H-” “Harry’s heading for the Great Hall as we speak. Ready?” Mara said. Clare nodded. “Remember your half of the bargain though,” she said. “What about us?” Lucy asked. “Trust me, you’ll see,” Mara said, winking.
Sure enough, Harry walked into the Great Hall on the opposite end, casting worried glances around the room. Mara marched in, right as Heather ran over to Harry. “Harry! Oh, there you are! I was so worried about you,” Heather yelled. Harry gave a feeble smile, and Mara tapped him on his shoulder. “Hello Harry,” she said, smiling. “Care to come with me?” Heather pushed him aside, thus starting yet another boy-war. “He’s mine, so back off Mara!” she screamed. Right as the battle was getting fierce, Clare came running into the room. “More! More! More! Where’s moreness?!” she screamed, distracting the others. “Whoa, Clare, calm down!” Heather said, “There’s moreness all over TBWL. Just check.” Clare continued with the hysterics, as Mara grabbed Harry and ran. “Thanks,” she whispered.
While everyone was disctracted, Lucy and Jenny quickly beckoned Sirius and Oliver to come with them. Once they all left, Clare smiled. “Okay, I – I think I’m okay now,” she said, taking deep breaths. “Good, now Ha- Where’s Harry?” Heather asked, looking around the room. “Mara!” she screamed with fury. “Anybody else feel that?” asked Lizzie. “What?” Gwen replied. “Cold draft of paralyzing fear?” “Oh… Yeah,” Gwen shivered, “Oliver? Oli- Where did he go?” Gwen looked around the room, just as Keziah noticed Sirius was gone. Blaise and Lizzie decided they better leave, along with Kelpie and Terrance. It wasn’t too safe here…
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Clare smiled angelically and looked at her nonexistent watch. "Oh, look at the time! Gotta run!" she said, and darted out of the room. Heather, Gwen, and Keziah ran after her, screaming in fury. "At least I still have George," Angelina said, smiling. They exchanged a brief kiss and proceeded to make the on-lookers disgusted with their mushiness. Voldie was frightened by their displays of affection and demanded that CF let him leave the room at least. Agreeing, she locked him in classroom Firenze (the real one) used and gave him a can of anchovies. He squealed with delight, causing her to eye him in concern. She would need to talk to his counselor about that. She left him when he began singing, "Anchovies, anchovies, you’re so delicious! I love you more than all the other fishes!"
CF returned to the Great Hall as Larissa was pulling another girl out of the room. From the looks of it, it was Nikki. "What's that about?" CF asked Fred, who was trying to ignore the couple beside him. "What?" he asked. "Larissa pulling out… Nikki?" "Oh… Um, she just ran in here and saw these two and freaked out. Larissa thought it was best to get her out before Angelina could offer her poisoned brownies," Fred said. "Oh… Is that all?" CF persisted. "Well, Larissa tried to put duct tape handcuffs on her. I tried to find out what specifically was going on," he said, pondering. "And...?" "I just talked to Nikki, and yeah, I think she’s feeling a little… insane. No, not b!tchy crazy, more like homicidal maniac crazy. So I told her to come see you, ‘kay?" he finished. CF let out a groan. She hated getting mixed up in these nutcases’ obsessions. She dashed out of the room, after telling Angelina to take George and move to a high-security broom closet. Fred decided to go back to his dormitory as the others had abandoned him.
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Mara and Harry were headed towards the broom closets after a brief snog elsewhere when she remembered that was where Tricia, Lauren, and Nicolette were. Of course, she remembered this little fact a little too late. They were all coming back from their search of the surrounding corridors, looking out for that mop of messy black hair. "There he is!" Tricia screamed, glomping Harry so hard they fell over. She quickly started snogging him, rather than checking to see if that scream of pain meant he was hurt. Lauren and Nicolette raced over and peeled her off.
As they (with exception of a very stunned Mara) started screaming at her, Heather came flying through the corridor. "There you are, you witch!" she screamed at Mara, then noticed Harry. "Ah! Harry! What have they done to you!" she screeched, smothering him with hugs and kisses. Once again, Lauren and Nicolette intervened, along with Tricia, who was still sitting on him. Harry tried to wriggle free, but to no avail. Lucky for him, Lauren was tired of waiting for her chance to snog him. She tackled the others, knocking him free. Unfortunately for her, he started running before she got a chance to have her fun. The girls didn't waste a second this time, breaking into a mad dash after him.[A/N: One of those *insert chase scene here* moments, eh?]
Sara finally left Fluffy’s room and went off in search of the others. Nobody was in the Great Hall, so she decided to check the Hall O’ Broom Closets. Sure enough, the clipboard declared Lisie in the farthest room and Angelina in one with a sparkly red doorknob. As she headed towards Lisie’s broom closet, she got shoved aside by Harry, who was immediately followed by five screaming girls. "Whoa, okay somebody needs to put up a ‘Screaming Fangirl Crossing’ sign… Like they do with those ducks! Aww," she said, sighing. Snapping out her ducky-daze, Sara hurried to Lisie’s closet and started knocking. Several knocks later, a disheveled Lisie opened the door, looking very agitated. "What is it?" she snapped. "Uh… I kinda need to see you?" Sara suggested. Lisie looked at her watch. "Come back in half an hour or so," she instructed, noticing she only had a half hour left.
Shrugging, Sara decided to walk around to pass the time. On her walk, she noticed Dan pull Ginny into an empty classroom. "Note to self: Stay out of History of Magic room," she thought. Continuing her journey, she ran into CF. "Hi!" she said, smiling. Startled, CF jumped and spun around like Moody. "Err, oh, it’s you… Hello," she said, sighing in relief. "Yeah… Expecting somebody else?" Sara asked, quirking an eyebrow. CF shrugged and put on a pair of fake glasses with a nose and moustache attatched. "What would make you think that?" she asked. "Nothing, nothing," Sara answered. CF added a top hat and trench coat to her ensemble, and smiled. "Whatcha think?" she asked. Sara stared at her for a moment. "Hi, for those of you who just tuned in, everyone here is a crazy person," she declared. CF beamed, while the other sighed. The girls walked off together, talking about nonsense and the sort.
Finally, Sara and CF came back to the broom closets and picked up Angelina and Lisie. "I’d advise you to have the boys hidden somewhere," CF suggested. Angelina nodded, and Ron glared. "Why me?" "Because I wouldn’t want any of these nutters damaging my Ronniekins," Lisie answered, interlacing her fingers with his. CF rolled her eyes, remembering to add this to her book on Broom Closets someday. "Right, and then what?" she asked. Sara shrugged, "I don’t remember. We’ll find something though…" "As long as that something isn’t in Binns’ classroom," she added as an afterthought. Lisie was about to ask, but then realized it was best not to.
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Fudge pushed open the doors and ventured into the Great Hall. A dark-haired boy ran screaming across the hall and through another set of doors. Quickly, a swarm of screaming fangirls burst into the room and stampeded through the doors the boy had disappeared behind. Fudge stared at the doors, dumbfounded. Another set of chestnut doors on the farthest wall opened up, allowing four chattering girls in. The curly haired girl in the center was the first to notice him, quickly notifying the others. All four glared at him, then proceeded to approach him with menacing looks. A few beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He quickly swiped them away and tried his best to look cool and collected. “Hello,” Angelina said, with voice like poisoned honey. “Who are you?” he asked. “Let’s just say, I’m a friend.” “Yeah, maybe I don’t want a friend.” “I didn’t say I was yours,” Angel sneered. “Meow,” Sara said under her breath, smirking.
"Humph… As Minister of Magic, I demand to know what is going on here," he bellowed, puffing out his chest. CF let out a laugh and Lisie was imagining poking him with a pin and watching him pop. "Fudgey, Fudgey, Fudge… You honestly think we care what you have to say?" Sara said, with a contemptuous look. Angelina rolled her eyes at his stupidity. "Ladies, ladies. Let’s humor this poor, pathetic, old fool," Lisie said with an evil glint in her dark eyes. Fudge glared at her insults, but she took no notice. "In case you’re not as oblivious as we all know you to be, you may have noticed a few fangirls," she said. Fudge opened his mouth to say something, but she quickly cut him off. "Yep, fangirls are real. A lot of ‘em live at TBWL. Angel will fill you in." "I know it’s hard to accept at first," Angelina started. "Actually, it explains a lot," he interrupted. "Well, now that you understand," Sara began.
"Where are mine?" he asked. "Excuse me?" she said, quirking an eyebrow. "My fangirls," Fudge said. "Where are they?" Once again, CF doubled over in a fit of laughter, joined by the others. After overcoming his shock by their outburst, Fudge cleared his throat in an Umbridge-like fashion. CF straightened up, wiping a few tears from her eyes, and whispered something to Lisie. "You’re a genius," Lisie whispered back. CF smiled innocently at Fudge. "We have something… better than fangirls for you." "Oh, really?" he said, quirking an eyebrow. "Much… Please, come with us," Lisie said, leading him to Sara’s infamous spiky pit of doom. [A/N: *sinister laughter* Finally!]
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A loud piercing scream erupted from a large room that only four people seemed to know of. The door of the dark and dangerous room swung open and 4 girls stepped out into the light of the corridor. They walked along in silence, until their staircase separated from it’s original spot and began to move. “That was fun,” Lisie finally said. The other girls nodded, replaying what happened in their minds. “I wonder if he’s hit the bottom yet,” Angelina said, looking contemplative. Sure enough, an even louder scream rang throughout the castle and was suddenly cut short. “Nevermind,” she added. “Now what do we do?” Sara asked, leaning against the banister. Lisie glanced down at her watch. “Wow, it’s getting really late,” she declared. “Time flies when you’re having fun…” CF said, tipping her hat. “Mmmhmm!” Angelina sighed, leaning back on the staircase. It soon rejoined another floor, which actually brought them closer to the common room. “Sara says it’s time to catch some z’s,” Sara said, yawning. “Oh! I left my z-catcher at home!” CF said sadly. “I brought mine!” Lisie said, beaming. “How many z’s should we catch?” Angelina asked, sitting up. “A lot!” Sara said, walking slowly towards the portrait of the Fat Lady. “I concur,” CF said, puffing on her bubble pipe.
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Fred sighed, looking at the clock. Ron was building card castles with a normal deck of cards that he got from Lisie. Apparently the singed eyebrow look didn’t suit him. George was locked up in the Head Boy’s room, with an extensive array of locking charms. “Evidently she’s not coming back,” Fred said sadly, “I wonder where she is…” Ron looked up as his castle collapsed. “Who knows? They’re probably out doing something crazy and got caught up in it. Never underestimate crazy people in large groups… Especially when my Lisie is a part of it!” he said, beaming at the thought of her. Fred stared at his younger brother with a peculiar expression. “Right… Well, I’m going to bed then,” he said, not even bothering to annoy Ron by ruffling his hair. “Goodnight!” Ron called after him, quickly returning to his fantasies.
They were soon interrupted when the portrait swung open. In walked the four girls, all looking as though they did something bad, yet incredibly good at the same time. Lisie walked over and wrapped her arms around him. “Hello!” she said cheerily. He kissed her and smiled. “Hey,” he said back. “Hey Ronniekins!” CF cheered, mentally noting his ears turning red. He gave a small wave and feigned a yawn. “I’m tired… I think I better head off to bed. I just wanted to wait for you to come back,” Ron said, kissing Lisie’s forehead. “Is George still up there?” Angelina asked, tugging on the hem of her sleeve. Ron nodded and headed up the staircase. Angelina soon followed, eager to see her precious George. Lisie looked around the room then darted up the stairs. “So…” Sara said, biting her lip and casting a glance around the room. “So… I guess it’s just me and you now,” CF said, knowing her companion wanted to bolt upstairs also. Sara twiddled her thumbs and Crookshanks crawled out from under a table. “Oh! Kitty!” CF shrieked, jumping to play with him as Sara quietly left.
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Walking down the hall, she heard Ron and Lisie talking quietly in the 5th year dormitory. Continuing on, she reached the 7th year dorms. Across the hall was the Head Boy dorm with light creeping out from underneath the door. “Looks like nobody’s as tired as they said they were,” Sara said to herself. Slowly, she opened up the door and noticed Fred’s sleeping form. She smiled, looking at him, then magiking herself into her pajamas. Crawling into bed, she snuggled up close to him and smiled contentedly. Next to her, Fred sighed. “Must be some dream you’ve got there,” she whispered, kissing his hand. Quietly, she turned on a portable stereo and played a song that reminded her of him. She closed her eyes, being lulled to sleep by the words of the song. “Close your eyes. You’re beautiful when you’re sleeping. Tonight may all your dreams come true. It’s so nice to hold you while you’re sleeping, while I’m dreaming next to you And what we got is something special, and what we are is a perfect match, and three thousand miles can never come between us. No matter what we do it’s always you and me and it’s always me and you. I know sometimes it’s lonely while you’re sleeping, well it’s lonely for me too. It’s alright, just know that while I’m sleeping that I’m dreaming of you. And what we got is something special, and what we are is a perfect match, and three thousand miles can never come between us. We always have the stars to wish upon from where I’m at and where you are. Goodnight. Goodnight. Goodnight, love. Goodnight…” Fred tightened his hold on her, and she fell asleep smiling.
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Meanwhile, Harry finally managed to escape the screaming fangirls and was locked in the room with Voldemort, who was frolicking in a small field of flowers. “Err…” he said, realizing what he walked in on. Twirling around, Voldie stared at Harry. “Ah… Potter, finally we have a chance to be alone,” he said, tapping his fingertips together in the stereotypical evil way. Harry backed up into the door, feeling around for the doorknob. “Damn, where is it?” he thought frantically. It either disappeared or was moving away from him as a joke. “You won’t find the doorknob. That CF is one devious girl,” he said with a dreamy sigh. “Err… Yeah,” Harry said, cursing her under his breath. “These stupid fangirls ruin everything,” he thought angrily. “Only for you Potter,” Voldie said. “What?” Harry asked. “They only ruin everything for you,” the evil guy replied. “How did you—” “Hello? Newsflash! Evil guy here. Oh, and duh, I can read minds. Obviously you haven’t paid any attention,” Voldie said, rolling his eyes. “Right, anyway… What is there to do in here?” “We can play a game!” he-who-once-was-Tom said. Harry shrugged, not having anything better to do. “What games do you have?” he asked. “Well… Let’s see… I have evil uno,” Voldie replied. “Ah yes, the sinister yet addictive card game,” Harry said, rolling his eyes. His foe took out a deck of cards, shuffling them. Harry sat on a mossy rock, bracing himself for another long and exhausting night.
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| CherryKisses473 |
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The next morning, most people are sleeping in. Lizzie, Blaise, Kelpie, and Terrance are sleeping soundly in the Slytherin common room. Terrance is lying spread-eagle on the floor while Blaise is sprawled out across a table and… oh, nevermind. Blaise is sprawled out on the floor, Lizzie is buried under a pile of pillows, and Kelpie is… Wait where is Kelpie? Ah, yes… Kelpie is underneath the rug, which she is apparently using as a blanket and fortress. The only part of her visible is a foot, which is currently shoved in Terrance’s face. It’s a good thing he isn’t snoring with his mouth open anymore, isn’t it? But where is our other, better-looking Slytherin, you may ask. Draco is sleeping in his dormitory, wearing cowboy pajamas with little footies, clinging to his stuffed elephant Snuffle-Wuffles. Did I mention his elephant was dressed to match? Draco has asked that this remains between us or he would have a conniption fit, while some girls may laugh and others may ‘ooh’ and ‘awww’. Shhh!
In Gryffindor Tower, peace reigns supreme. Lisie and Ron are still quite cozy up in the 5th year dormitory. Angelina and George are still safely locked up inside the Head Boy’s room, much to Nikki’s dismay. In fact, if she knew how close they were, she’d probably do something so horrible Voldie would retreat to a pillow-fort. When scary things get scared, it can’t be good. Fred and Sara are still fast asleep in the 7th year dormitory, quite snuggly under the covers. (If only Ron hadn’t somehow wrapped his blankets around his foot and kicked them off the bed, he and Lisie could be too. Alas, they’re stuck being blanket-less and cuddly.) Down in the common room, Clare is sleeping on the couch with a smile on her face. Sources say she’s dreaming of her and Remus taking a stroll on the beach, snogging as the sun set and other smile-worthy things. Who could blame her?
Heather, Gwen, and Keziah were resting in the Ravenclaw dorms after a futile attempt to find Clare and throttle her. Briar was sleeping in a separate room in one bed while her book containing her other self lay in another. Nikki and Larissa are each resting on couches after wandering throughout the castle in search of… What was it? Oh yeah! They were in search of the objects of their fangirliness. How could I have forgotten such a thing? From the looks of it, Nikki has written “Die Angelina Die” and “George + Nikki = Forever” on hundreds of sheets of paper. Perhaps this should be red flag? Oh well!
Choccy and Bill are nowhere to be found, which seems to be a Room of Requirement situation. Cara and James are fast asleep on a pullout couch inside their Broom Closet Suite, as were Julia and Remus. Not for long if Clare got her way. Dan and Ginny have put impenetrable charms on the History of Magic classroom, making it impossible for anyone to tell you exactly what state they are in. As far as we’ve been able to tell, Jenny and Sirius have yet to come out of their broom closet, nor have Lucy and Oliver. If only Gwen knew what they’d been doing… Not that she couldn’t guess, of course. The Harry fangirls are asleep in the hallways, either from beating each other to the point of unconsciousness or scouring the castle looking for Harry until the wee hours of the morning. Do you honestly care? All that matters is that there is peace at Hogwarts, finally…
A loud crash rang out through a dark corridor, followed closely by a scream. Remus jolted up in bed, looking around. “Wha’ is it?” a bleary-eyed Julia asked, looking up at him. “Trouble…” he muttered, sitting very still. Julia sat up and looked around. “What do you mean?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow. He appeared to smell the air, causing Julia to look at him worriedly. “Its Clare, she’s nearby.” “What? You can smell her? She doesn’t even wear perfume,” she said, confused and disbelieving. “She’s afraid,” Remus said simply. “Oh my gosh, is this some sort of residual werewolf thing? This is very disturbing,” Julia replied, squirming. “I really agree,” he answered, turning to her. Julia sighed heavily, and grabbed his hand. “I take it we’re leaving then?” He covered her hand with his, looking her in the eyes. “I have to… But I don’t want you to come.” Julia opened her mouth to protest but he continued, “I would never forgive myself if you get hurt. So please, stay, for me?” She stared into his pleading eyes, realizing that she shouldn’t have, as her insides seemed to turn to mush. “Be careful,” she said, hugging him tight.
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Remus tiptoed down the hall, trying to be as quiet as possible. If Toucan Sam was here, he’d be proud of Remus, who followed his nose. It led him to a mahogany door near an odd portrait of what he assumed to be Uric the Oddball. He slowly pushed open the door with a slight feeling of foreboding. Lying sprawled out on the floor was Clare, unmoving. A look of panic washed over Remus as he stared at the blonde girl before him. He bent down to check if she was still breathing. She shivered at his touch, and as he checked for any injuries, a smile graced her face. Remus brushed a hair off of her forehead and Clare’s eyes fluttered open. “Oh thank goodness!” he said, helping her sit up. “What happened? You gave me a fright… Did somebody hurt you? Do you know who it was? Oh, I bet it was that bloody Voldemort,” he rambled on. Clare giggled, though feeling like she’d burst into hysterically happy screams that Remus was holding her. “No, no… It wasn’t him. It was… a deranged house elf. But don’t worry. I’m fine now,” she said, smiling. Remus still looked a bit worried, though a bit relieved. “Of course, I do need some help getting back to my room,” she said, smiling as innocently as she could. Surprisingly, Remus agreed, falling into her well thought out plan.
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Back in Julia’s broom closet, the girl had fallen into a restless sleep shortly after Remus left. Right about the time Clare was being carried away by Remus, Julia bolted upright in bed. “Oh. My. Gosh. I know who did it! That conniving witch…” and so she carried on, saying things that would boost this rating if they were posted. Grabbing her stuffed hippo, Julia threw on a pair of clean clothes and cow-printed shoes. “I’ll get you my TBWLer and you’re little wolfie too…” she cackled. Obviously she had watched the Wizard of Oz far too many times. Soon, Julia set off on a mission to wreak havoc on all that is Clare. Of course, she’d need to find some help. Of course, where HP guys and TBWLers are, there would be plenty other girls glowering over their men being stolen. It was the fangirl way…
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Day Three - TBC
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| Posted: Sep 19 2003, 09:13 PM |
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Sara the Great! We supremely apologize for spamifying your old board, and are pleased at the fresh new start with, hopefully, more brilliant, talented, inspired, skillful, exceptional, dazzling, fantastic, incredible, extraordinary, excellent, terrific, superb, great, marvelous, fabulous, wonderful, tremendous, super, remarkable, spelndid, terrific, outstanding, first-rate, supreme, unsurpassed, first-class, very good fic.
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The nutter formerly known as RG
Weasley can save anything
He never leaves a single ring
That's why Gryffindors all sing
Weasley is our king!
They said no one could defy the dementors.
He did.
They said no one could escape from Azkaban.
He did.
They say he's dead.
We'll see.
Proud member of the TAU society.
Everyone, the new, hopefully working url of the TAU image is http://community.webshots.com/s/image7/0/4...18UxeVPc_ph.jpg
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| Posted: Sep 19 2003, 09:36 PM |
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Impressive use of adjectives.
Since I forgot what exactly I was going to write right after what I'm working on, I'll post now, but with the last bit cut off. *sigh*
It was two pages long prior to seperation... So savour it and whatnot. 'Cause I suffered headaches and stuff writing it, and spilt all over my new pants because I wasn't paying attention to my drink while I was writing. (Almost completely missed my mouth.. luckily it didnt hit any important parts of the keyboard.. just the wrist guard thingie)
So enjoy. (Especially Trillian and Briar [who isnt reading])
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Day Three
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Briar walked slowly down the corridor, not knowing where she wanted to go exactly. Noticing a beautiful mahogany door with a brass doorknob in a particularly empty hall, she decided to check it out. The doorknob shocked her when she first touched it, but she opened it anyway. It was as though she just walked into a private outdoor wonderland. Except… Well, there was Harry lying on the floor with a heavy book beside him and a large red bump on his head. “Interesting…” she muttered to herself, looking around. “Isn’t it?” a voice called out. Briar’s eyes lit up, hoping she was correct in her guess of who the disembodied voice belonged to. Sure enough, pre-Voldemort Tom walked out from behind a tree. She dropped her book, causing the vines of her other self to start writhing. Tom placed his foot on it, shutting it tightly. “Surprised to see me?” he asked, smirking with his trademark smirk. “You… You’re… I… Are you…” she stuttered as he walked over to her. “Tom Riddle, at your service. Do call me Voldemort though,” he said with a bit of a bow. “Voldie!” Briar screamed before glomping him hard. He made a choking noise and she released him from her vice grip.
Gasping for air, Voldie stared blankly up at the ceiling. She peered down at him, studying him closely. It didn’t bother him too much until she decided to jab him with her finger. “You seem real,” she said thoughtfully. He narrowed his eyes a bit and spat, “It’s because I am!” Obviously he shouldn’t have said that, as she lunged at him again, squeezing him tightly. “I’m so happy to see you!” she squeaked. After calming her down again, they began talking about evil deeds to do. Voldie smiled at her, which was odd as he rarely smiled, just smirked. “How do you feel about eternal life?” he asked, staring at her. “We couldn’t just start with coffee?” she answered, looking a bit uneasy. She stood up and began pacing a bit.
Noticing Harry again, Briar walked over to him and peered down at his sleeping form. “He’s asleep,” she said, pointing out the obvious. She poked him but got no response. “Hmm…” Briar circled him, staring at him still. She paused and knelt down by his ear. “HARRY! TIME TO WAKE UP” she screamed as loudly as she could, causing the walls to shake and a bunny to crawl into hiding. Harry jumped up, looking more disheveled than ever. “He’s awake now!” she said, beaming. Harry glared at her, wishing she would just die a slow painful death for waking him up and shattering his eardrums. Groaning, he muttered, “Thanks for the wake up call, but I think I’ll stick to my clock radio.” Briar smiled and walked with Tom out of the room.
Harry just lay back down on the floor, staring unblinkingly at the ceiling. “I’m having the worst week,” he groaned, covering his face with his arm. “I’ll say!” someone said from the doorway. Harry sighed, moving his arm to get a good look at the girl across the room. CF stood there with Tricia beside her. He groaned again, not wanting to deal with more fangirls. “Where’s Voldie?” she asked, looking around the room. Tricia was slowly inching towards him. “Harry, what happened to your head? Are you okay? Want to go for a nice snog? It fixes everything…” Tricia explained.
CF shot her a look, causing her to be quiet for a moment. “Where is he?” she persisted. He just stared blankly between the two of them. “Would you quit looking like an idiot and just answer the question,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “CF! Stop!” Tricia shrieked, looking horrified. “What? Why?” CF asked, staring at her raven-haired friend. “Being called an idiot tends to take people out of the dating mood,” Tricia replied matter-of-factly. “That actually kind of turns me on,” Harry said. “I fear you,” CF said, stepping back. “I was only kidding! It’s Ron that does…” Harry replied, smirking. “Anyway!” CF said loudly, “You have yet to answer my question. Where is Voldie at?”
Harry was silent for a moment, thinking. “Um… Some crazy silver-haired girl ran off with him,” he said finally. “Ahah! Briar… She shall pay for that,” CF screeched. “I guess it’s time for a little reconnaissance,” Tricia said, feeling smart by using a big word. (A/N: w00t! big words!) Harry stared at her for a moment, confused. “You mean where we all sculpt and paint and stuff?” “That was the Renaissance,” she said, feeling even smarter. “Oh… I told you I’ve had a bad week,” he said, feeling sheepish. Tricia just hugged him and kissed his bruised forehead, causing him to blush. “Ahem… Let’s get to work?” CF said, clearing her throat. Harry snapped his head up, blushing even more. “Right…” Why he was helping to find his arch nemesis, who he was locked in a room with all night and driven mad, he wasn’t sure…
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| Posted: Sep 19 2003, 09:44 PM |
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Second Year Student
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Bountiful Beautifulness!
Magnifiscent Moreness!
Awsome Addition!
Stupendus (um, I can't think of an 'S'.....)
Anyway, it's beautiful and it's moreness.
*gives CK brownies*
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If one creamer is half and half, does that mean two are full and full?
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Georgie Porgie,
Pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry,
Well I must be strange,
'Cause I ain't cryin'!
 Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, and in my eyes, I am beautiful.
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| Posted: Sep 19 2003, 09:46 PM |
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An "s" would be story 
Yay for reviewers and brownies! *glompz*
*waits for the previously-impatient reviewers*
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AIM: Silver Star 832 and RainyDayForecast
Objective: To Take Up Internet Space. Bwahaha. *cough*
CandyGurl83 v.2 -  - The Reincarnation of CG.
 the Queen of Randomness and Broom Closet Supporter
^.^ I lub Draco Malfoy -.^ and ^.- I lub Fred Weasley ^.^
Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They aren't fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them. Disagree with them. Glorify or Villify them. But the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.
   
I sail on the HMS R/H and I sail on the SS S/F
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| Posted: Sep 19 2003, 09:51 PM |
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Second Year Student
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Story.
Now that you say this I feel stupid. Such an easy word, and I didn't think of it.
*writes 'Story' on a post-it*
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If one creamer is half and half, does that mean two are full and full?
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Georgie Porgie,
Pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry,
Well I must be strange,
'Cause I ain't cryin'!
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, and in my eyes, I am beautiful.
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| Posted: Sep 20 2003, 12:14 AM |
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YAAAY! BIG FREAKIN' WORDS!!
..o_o; Yeeaaah.
But yay! Briar will be ecstatic, I'll tell her about this!
And it's me! And Harry! *shines*
CK, I do not hesitate to say that you rock my socks. 
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| Trillian |
| Posted: Sep 20 2003, 12:19 AM |
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Fifth Year Student
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And I am extremely sorry about the spamming! You rock, and we messed up your thread! *cries* We're not worthy, we're not worthy... |
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| Posted: Sep 20 2003, 06:08 AM |
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Sixth Year Student
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Eeekers! *hides from the angry non-spammers* I sowwy!
Lovely moreness - you've outdone yourself, Sara!
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Please read my fic 'The Marauders' Last Year' and r/r. Thanks!
When destiny calls you
You must be strong
I may not be with you
But you've got to hold on
They'll see in time, I know,
We'll show them together
You'll be in my heart
You'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more
You'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be here in my heart
Always
"You'll be in My Heart" ~ Phil Collins
Long live Sirius!
Lupin: Harry, I've left a letter telling your aunt and uncle not to worry-
Harry: They won't.
Lupin: -that you're safe-
Harry: That'll just depress them.
Lupin: -and you'll see them next summer.
Harry: Do I have to?
Kill the rat!
'Oh, why don't we have a night off?' said Hermione brightly, as a silver-tailed Weasley rocket zoomed past the window. 'After all, the Easter holidays start on Friday, we'll have plenty of time then.'
'Are you feeling all right?' Ron asked, staring at her in disbelief.
'Now you mention it,' said Hermione happily, 'd'you know . . . I think I'm feeling a bit . . . rebellious.' |
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