PRINCESS/PAUPER SYNDROME
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE HP CHARACTERS, HECK!!! EVEN THE PLOT IS BORROWED!!! *FROWNS* I WISH I HAD A PUPPY.
PRINCESS FOR THE WEEK
Anya Brahmes sat at the corner of Books and Java quietly being lost in her thoughts. To anyone who took one glance at her, they would just think she was another girl hiding from the cruelties of everyday life. The truth would be much harder to believe.
She was hiding from the world of wizards and goblins. She hated her hand in life and wished she were elsewhere. Here in her lonely corner she would play with the idea of running away, leaving her life, and her so- called-fiancee.
It was all arranged, back before she was even born. She had met her fiancee, Draco Malfoy, at a particularly aggravating party. Her engagement party. After that day, she became what she was now, a sad, desperate witch looking for any way out of her engagement. It was all set, ready and waiting for no less than a month away.
She grimaced and took another sip of her coffee. She set the mug down only o realize that the coaster that she had been using was not a coaster at all. It was a small brown book of poems. Anya picked it up and the bookmark slipped out of the book. Anya picked it up and read the neat golden script, "Hermione Granger." She looked around the small coffee house to see if anyone had lost a book.
A woman with curly hair suddenly broke through the door looking extremely flustered. The woman caught her breath and to Anya's surprise was walking over to her.
"Excuse me," said the woman, "sorry to bother you, but did you happen to find a small leather book on this table, you see it's a rather special present and I'm afraid that I may have lost it."
"So I guess you would be 'Hermione Granger,'" said Anya handing the book to the woman.
"Oh, yes," said Hermione, "thank you very much miss. . ."
"Brahmes," said anya, "Anya Parisher Brahmes. It's a pleasure to meet you."
The woman now know to Anya as Hermione, suddenly looked as if she were to faint. The color drained from her rosy cheeks and she let out a small gasp.
"You're THE Anastasia Parisher Brahmes," exclaimed the woman.
Anya pulled the girl down and covered her mouth and whispered: "Yes, I am, and I'll only uncover your mouth when you promise that there will be no more outbursts like that." Hermione nodded and Anya relaxed herself and lowered her hand from Hermione's mouth.
"You're, you're practically wizarding royalty," breathed Hermione, settling down into the seat she had been forced into and simply gawked at Anya.
"Please," whispered Anya, "keep your voice down." she looked around the coffee and book shop and saw that people were paying no mind to Hermione's outburst. "I'm hiding, being a Duke's daughter doesn't really give me much free time to myself," it was a half lie, she managed to leave out the part about being engaged, "and I'm like fiftieth from the throne. It's not like I'm going to rise to the throne anytime soon. The only thing that makes me stand out is that I'm a witch. That's all."
"Oh," said Hermione, "it doesn't seem all that simple."
'Of course no,' thought Anya. She leaned back in her seat and eyed the woman sitting across from her babble on about Anya's status in the wizarding and muggle world. 'Something's stranged,' thought Anya, 'she looks a lot like me. Although our hair ois completely different.' Anya nodded and made friend small talk with Hermione, but in the back of herm ind one of her thoughts formed into a ful blown plan.
"It's not like you're not famous as well Hermione," said Anya as a twinkling danced in her eyes, "I've read all about your exploits as well."
"Yes, well, er," sputtered Hermione, "that's pretty much my claim to fame, but all I'll ever be known as is Harry Potter's brainy friend. You, well you give your name to anyone in Great Britain and people will fall over themselves for you. I give my name and I get 'harry Potter's OTHER friend.' it's rather annoying to be know as someone's acquaintance. And you, well, do you know what people would give to be you for a day?"
There it was, Anya quickly pounced on Hermione's comment. "What would you give Hermione," said Anya a know forming in the pit of her stomach.
"What would I give," repeated Hermione surprised, "I would give up magic completely. What girl wouldn't want to be treated like a princess for a day? It's every girls dream, I guess I just didn't grow out of it." Hermione suddenly became very interested in the napkin on the table. Anya eyed her curiously and decided to break the silence and put her plan into action.
"Hermione," said Anya getting Hermione's attention, "would you like to live out that dream?"
"What's that supposed to mean," asked Hermione. "Hermione," said Anya, "I need a break from all this royalty stuff. And I'm hoping that you would take my place while I . . . while I live your life." the know in Anya's stomach tightened and the outcome of the twisting would be drawn from Hermione's reaction to Anya's proposal. Anya watched Hermione's face intently hoping that she would not turn her down.
"It's not going to work," said Hermione finally. "We wouldn't be able to pull it off."
"Only for this week, Hermione," pleaded Anya, "our features are practically identical, all you'd have to do is straighten your hair." Anya took Hermione's hands in her own, "only for the week??"
"We're not going to be able to pull this off," said Hermione skeptically.
"Is that a yes," asked Anya. She looked into Hermione's eyes and knew exactly what the answer was. The knot in her stomach untied and she smiled.
They spent the next two hours trading information on family, friends, and people they may come in contact with. Anya managed to steer very clear on one particular person. The one she was hiding from, her fiancee Draco Malfoy. She thought that Hermione might back out if she knew about him, and chose not to tell that piece of information to Hermione. 'She can a little surprise,' thought Anya. "Little." being a major understatement.
After (almost) all the information had been traded there was only one more thing to do, Hermione's hair.
Anya cast a straightening spell on Hermione and was shocked at the sight before her. They were quiet identical. They could have passed as twins, but the goal was to pass as each other.
coming out of Books and Java, the two embraced and parted ways, each becoming extremely apprehensive of the venture they were about to embark on.
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DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE HP CHARACTERS, HECK!!! EVEN THE PLOT IS BORROWED!!! *FROWNS* I WISH I HAD A PUPPY.
PRINCESS FOR THE WEEK
Anya Brahmes sat at the corner of Books and Java quietly being lost in her thoughts. To anyone who took one glance at her, they would just think she was another girl hiding from the cruelties of everyday life. The truth would be much harder to believe.
She was hiding from the world of wizards and goblins. She hated her hand in life and wished she were elsewhere. Here in her lonely corner she would play with the idea of running away, leaving her life, and her so- called-fiancee.
It was all arranged, back before she was even born. She had met her fiancee, Draco Malfoy, at a particularly aggravating party. Her engagement party. After that day, she became what she was now, a sad, desperate witch looking for any way out of her engagement. It was all set, ready and waiting for no less than a month away.
She grimaced and took another sip of her coffee. She set the mug down only o realize that the coaster that she had been using was not a coaster at all. It was a small brown book of poems. Anya picked it up and the bookmark slipped out of the book. Anya picked it up and read the neat golden script, "Hermione Granger." She looked around the small coffee house to see if anyone had lost a book.
A woman with curly hair suddenly broke through the door looking extremely flustered. The woman caught her breath and to Anya's surprise was walking over to her.
"Excuse me," said the woman, "sorry to bother you, but did you happen to find a small leather book on this table, you see it's a rather special present and I'm afraid that I may have lost it."
"So I guess you would be 'Hermione Granger,'" said Anya handing the book to the woman.
"Oh, yes," said Hermione, "thank you very much miss. . ."
"Brahmes," said anya, "Anya Parisher Brahmes. It's a pleasure to meet you."
The woman now know to Anya as Hermione, suddenly looked as if she were to faint. The color drained from her rosy cheeks and she let out a small gasp.
"You're THE Anastasia Parisher Brahmes," exclaimed the woman.
Anya pulled the girl down and covered her mouth and whispered: "Yes, I am, and I'll only uncover your mouth when you promise that there will be no more outbursts like that." Hermione nodded and Anya relaxed herself and lowered her hand from Hermione's mouth.
"You're, you're practically wizarding royalty," breathed Hermione, settling down into the seat she had been forced into and simply gawked at Anya.
"Please," whispered Anya, "keep your voice down." she looked around the coffee and book shop and saw that people were paying no mind to Hermione's outburst. "I'm hiding, being a Duke's daughter doesn't really give me much free time to myself," it was a half lie, she managed to leave out the part about being engaged, "and I'm like fiftieth from the throne. It's not like I'm going to rise to the throne anytime soon. The only thing that makes me stand out is that I'm a witch. That's all."
"Oh," said Hermione, "it doesn't seem all that simple."
'Of course no,' thought Anya. She leaned back in her seat and eyed the woman sitting across from her babble on about Anya's status in the wizarding and muggle world. 'Something's stranged,' thought Anya, 'she looks a lot like me. Although our hair ois completely different.' Anya nodded and made friend small talk with Hermione, but in the back of herm ind one of her thoughts formed into a ful blown plan.
"It's not like you're not famous as well Hermione," said Anya as a twinkling danced in her eyes, "I've read all about your exploits as well."
"Yes, well, er," sputtered Hermione, "that's pretty much my claim to fame, but all I'll ever be known as is Harry Potter's brainy friend. You, well you give your name to anyone in Great Britain and people will fall over themselves for you. I give my name and I get 'harry Potter's OTHER friend.' it's rather annoying to be know as someone's acquaintance. And you, well, do you know what people would give to be you for a day?"
There it was, Anya quickly pounced on Hermione's comment. "What would you give Hermione," said Anya a know forming in the pit of her stomach.
"What would I give," repeated Hermione surprised, "I would give up magic completely. What girl wouldn't want to be treated like a princess for a day? It's every girls dream, I guess I just didn't grow out of it." Hermione suddenly became very interested in the napkin on the table. Anya eyed her curiously and decided to break the silence and put her plan into action.
"Hermione," said Anya getting Hermione's attention, "would you like to live out that dream?"
"What's that supposed to mean," asked Hermione. "Hermione," said Anya, "I need a break from all this royalty stuff. And I'm hoping that you would take my place while I . . . while I live your life." the know in Anya's stomach tightened and the outcome of the twisting would be drawn from Hermione's reaction to Anya's proposal. Anya watched Hermione's face intently hoping that she would not turn her down.
"It's not going to work," said Hermione finally. "We wouldn't be able to pull it off."
"Only for this week, Hermione," pleaded Anya, "our features are practically identical, all you'd have to do is straighten your hair." Anya took Hermione's hands in her own, "only for the week??"
"We're not going to be able to pull this off," said Hermione skeptically.
"Is that a yes," asked Anya. She looked into Hermione's eyes and knew exactly what the answer was. The knot in her stomach untied and she smiled.
They spent the next two hours trading information on family, friends, and people they may come in contact with. Anya managed to steer very clear on one particular person. The one she was hiding from, her fiancee Draco Malfoy. She thought that Hermione might back out if she knew about him, and chose not to tell that piece of information to Hermione. 'She can a little surprise,' thought Anya. "Little." being a major understatement.
After (almost) all the information had been traded there was only one more thing to do, Hermione's hair.
Anya cast a straightening spell on Hermione and was shocked at the sight before her. They were quiet identical. They could have passed as twins, but the goal was to pass as each other.
coming out of Books and Java, the two embraced and parted ways, each becoming extremely apprehensive of the venture they were about to embark on.
AN: BAH!! ANOTHER CHAPTER DOWN. I HOPE YOU LIKED IT AND PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, REVIEW IT!!! DO IT BECAUSE I LOFF YOU.
LOVE PEACE CHICKEN GREASE
SUPER SYCOH AWAY!!!!
REVIEW THIS CHAPTER!!!