Disclaimer: The plot is mine. The psychopath named Kaliana Jean Peters is
also mine. MINE! No stealeth!!!! Tarin is NOT mine. She belongs to
Vilyanar. The rest I'm sure you recognize. Those are NOT!!!!! mine either.
Darn it all. Oh and her Mom's mine too. Literally though...that's like my
mom. Don't take my mommy please!!!! Mercury is my muse, and if you try to
stealeth of her, she'll bite you. Thank you very much.
A/N: Is to be corrected, first actual fic, just has taken forever to type.... read and review!!!!!!!
"Platform 9 ¾? Mom! Are they serious?!?!" the chestnut-haired girl exclaimed, startling many passers-by on the narrow street of London.
"I'm sure they are, and don't talk so loud! We already stand out!" whispered the anxious woman walking next to her.
"Mother! It's not like they've never seen Americans before! Honestly! You're never like this at home!"
"Well Kali, this is hardly New York! People there are accustomed to odd people and even odder things said. It's not like that here."
"What is it about British folks then? Do they walk around with cotton in their ears, and a stick up their-"
"Kaliana Jean Peters!"
"Rears?" Kali finished, earning a glare from her mother, and anyone else who had heard her statement.
"They obviously can hear you, and insulting them your first day in the country is definitely not the brightest thing you've done. So hold your tongue!!"
"Mum! I-"
"Not another word until we reach the train station."
Kali calmed herself, She was having real problems adjusting to the whole 'proper, polite, prissy girl' facade that people kept expecting of her. And now she was going to spend two years in a foreign country, in a foreign school. The only advantage she felt she had at the moment was the magic her mother had let her work on her trunk, which now resided in the back pocket of her baggie muggle jeans. (Magic is legal under parents consent in America.) Her mother would make her un-magic it when they got to the train stat-
"Train station!!! Mother! Why no subway, or flying, or-"
Her mother silenced her with a glare. *** Once through the barrier, Kali's eyes were drawn to a figure dressed vastly different than her surroundings. A girl wearing maroon pants cut off halfway up her calves, black Converse, and a black shirt with the letters P.E.F. written in white. Her dark purple hair peeked out form under her white rimmed, black fisherman-style hat. She had a pocket chain, striped socks, and a grin on her face.
Wait. I know that face!!!!
"Tarin!!!" Kali yelled at the skater-looking girl.
"Oh! Kali! Awesome. What're you doin' here?" She yelled back, skateboarding over. (Her board had been on the top of her trunk.)
They did their version of a high five, (sliding, not slapping) and caught each other up in a hug.
"So you a witch then?" Kali asked.
"'Suppose so. That's what they keep tellin' me. My parentals 'sided ta move here, so I swapped schools. Wasn't too fond o' the other school anyways. Kept gettin' suspended. Not supposed ta board ta class y'know." She replied in her very laid-back way of talking.
"So how's Cali? The other one. The state." Kali (the person) asked, thoroughly confusing herself.
"Warm and sunny. Not like here. But you know that!! You lived there for 8 years!"
"Yup. Hasn't changed much. Wished I lived there still."
"Oh, I feel ya dude."
"I gotta go say G'bye to me mum. See ya in 'bout 5 minutes."
"Say hi to the old M.P. (Mommy Peters) for me, 'K?"
***
"Well, I'll see you over summer break then, mom." Kali said, kissing her mother's cheek on Platform 9 ¾. ("See, there is one!")
"Say hello to Tarin for me and be good! I don't want a single owl from the principle-"
"Headmaster."
"Dumbledore saying you've done something wrong." She said fixing Kali with a glare belied by the grin spreading across her face and the twinkle of mischief in her eye.
"Oh, have fun dearheart! You know I'll miss your grumpy face in the morning, and staying up to all hours of the night talking and watching funny movies with you! Make me proud!" She exclaimed with watering eyes, and then hugged her only daughter.
"No worries! I'll write you whenever I can, and summer isn't that far way. I'll miss you!" She grabbed the trolley with her trunk and basket (Her mom did make her un-magic it.) and got onto the scarlet train.
*** She was one of the last onto the train, and ran to the compartment with Tarin slouching expectantly there. As she was trying to get her trunk into the overhead bin, the door slammed open, hitting her arm. She dropped her trunk, and cursed when it came into contact with her toe. She glared at the red haired boys who had knocked it open. "Thanks. Thanks a lot."
*****
Fred and George said goodbye to their mother and got on the train, racing to their usual compartment. Fred pushed the door open to find a young American girl glaring at him. She flipped her long braid and said, "Thanks. Thanks a lot." Her purple haired, purple eyed, friend just stared.
She leaned down to pick up her trunk, breaking the unblinking stare that was completely focused on him, holding him in place. Once she turned her silver-gilt eyes away he was able to shake it off and asked, "Do you mind if we share with you guys?"
"No, not at all." She said sarcastically.
"Whatever."
***
Damn Brits. Think they rule everything. Just wait until they meet Mercury. Ha!! They won't be staring at me with those identical expressions then, now will they? No. No the certainly won't. Seeing an animal of that size tends to distract most people.
"Do you need help with that?" the second of the twins asked, as he closed the door.
"Nope, I got it." Kali replied as she finally slid the massive trunk into place.
The twins seemed to be a little taken aback at Kali's clothes, and kept staring as Kali got the basket holding Mercury out of the hallway.
They finally got their trunks up, and flopped into the seats opposite hers and Tarin's, still watching as she pulled the basket next to her seat. Kali was too impatient, and finally snapped, "What?!?!"
They both jumped, and an identical red flush spread across their faces. "Um, what are you wearing?" one murmured, looking bewildered at both of our casual clothing.
Kali plopped gracelessly into her seat and crossed her green jean-clad legs. "Clothes. I hear it's something of a trend over here in the U.K." she replied dryly, and began tapping and humming along to her CD player.
"Want to always feel like part of this was mine, I want to fall in love tonight, Crimson and Clover, over and over..."
"Yeah, it is, but not those kinds of clothes." He bit his tongue to keep from saying, 'Except on guys.'
Kali shrugged and pulled off her sweatshirt, putting it on the ground next to her. The twins read her shirt and laughed.
It read, 'One by one the penguins steal my sanity.' In white lettering. (A/N: Think chiller font)
Kali adjusted her white fingerless gloves, and shared a look with Tarin, who found it all vastly amusing.
"By the way, what are your names? I'm assuming you're 7th years, as you look about 17."
They stopped laughing and one replied, "Yeah, we're 7, and we're in our 17th year. I'm him and he's Fred."
"Um...that's odd. Never heard of 17th year before. You must really like school."
Fred cuffed his brother over the head. "Right George, we're 7 and you're me. Honestly, you'd be dangerous with a brain." He turned to Kali, " I'm Fred, this nitwit is George, and we're both 17. So what are your names?"
"Kaliana. Friends call me Kali. And this is Tarin."
"Okay, Kali, sorry about hitting you on the way in." Fred said, blushing scarlet again.
"Yes, yes. You'll have to forgive my brother. He's a bit tipsy. Hit one too many times in the skull 'm afraid. Not that he was ever that smart, or graceful, for that matter. Ever." George said teasingly, earning another cuff to his head from his ever-blushing twin.
"Well, I'm sure you two could insult each other all day long, especially once warmed to the task, but-" Kali was interrupted by the door banging open once again.
"Maybe you should leave the insults to me. After all, I usually mean it." Drawled the blond intruder. He took in the scene and sneered. "So this is what Americans look like. Two girls, wishing they were boys, and two boys wishing they were girls. What a pretty picture you make." The twins flushed in anger this time, but when they looked over to Kali and Tarin they paused, shocked at the secretive grins spreading across their faces.
"A boy? Oh how ironic." Kali said in an icy tone, standing and closing the gap between her and the sneering blond. "What would that make you then? If they wan to be girls, I suppose you'd be thrilled to date them. But then- maybe you like girls?"
The blonde's sneer was replaced by a look of outrage. "Why you... you- you..."
Kali smiled and stepped back. "Little too close to home there, eh, rich boy?"
He growled and made to grab her, but she stepped back, saying, "Well then. If that's the way you feel about it. Maybe you should meet a friend of mine. Her name's Mercury." As she opened the basket.
A large gold and silver tiger leapt gracefully out of the basket and landed right next to the grinning Kali. She scratched the feline head, thoroughly enjoying the effect it was having on the prat's composure.
"She's my familiar. She's also very intelligent, and hungry at the moment. I'd suggest you be nice." She said sitting down again, seemingly ignoring both the blond, as well as the now terrified twins, who had plastered themselves to the far wall.
"Well, I'll just be going then, won't I?" said the terrified blond, attempting to look dignified as he closed the door and strode off.
Kali and Tarin burst into giggles, collapsing further into their seats. Mercury lay her head on the frayed knees of Kali's pants, apparently content. The twins seemed to relax a bit, and sank into their seats, eyeing the now-purring predator.
"Remind us to never get you upset with us, eh Kali?" said Fred, gripping the seat so hard that his knuckles began to turn white. She stopped giggling, though she didn't lose her smile, and said, "Don't worry, Mercury won't hurt you unless I command her to. And I wouldn't do that to classmates, I promise."
"Do you hear that Fred? She likes us. Imagine that. A Yank's taken a fancy to us. Mum will never believe it!"
"What about you?" Fred asked Tarin.
"Oh, you're okay, I s'pose."
"So why'd you say that 'bout Malfoy?"
"Ugh. His name is Malfoy? First or last?" Her nose scrunched up in distaste.
"Last. First is Draco."
As they continued their discussion, Kali couldn't help but notice that Tarin seemed veeeeeery interested in this Draco character....
A/N: Is to be corrected, first actual fic, just has taken forever to type.... read and review!!!!!!!
"Platform 9 ¾? Mom! Are they serious?!?!" the chestnut-haired girl exclaimed, startling many passers-by on the narrow street of London.
"I'm sure they are, and don't talk so loud! We already stand out!" whispered the anxious woman walking next to her.
"Mother! It's not like they've never seen Americans before! Honestly! You're never like this at home!"
"Well Kali, this is hardly New York! People there are accustomed to odd people and even odder things said. It's not like that here."
"What is it about British folks then? Do they walk around with cotton in their ears, and a stick up their-"
"Kaliana Jean Peters!"
"Rears?" Kali finished, earning a glare from her mother, and anyone else who had heard her statement.
"They obviously can hear you, and insulting them your first day in the country is definitely not the brightest thing you've done. So hold your tongue!!"
"Mum! I-"
"Not another word until we reach the train station."
Kali calmed herself, She was having real problems adjusting to the whole 'proper, polite, prissy girl' facade that people kept expecting of her. And now she was going to spend two years in a foreign country, in a foreign school. The only advantage she felt she had at the moment was the magic her mother had let her work on her trunk, which now resided in the back pocket of her baggie muggle jeans. (Magic is legal under parents consent in America.) Her mother would make her un-magic it when they got to the train stat-
"Train station!!! Mother! Why no subway, or flying, or-"
Her mother silenced her with a glare. *** Once through the barrier, Kali's eyes were drawn to a figure dressed vastly different than her surroundings. A girl wearing maroon pants cut off halfway up her calves, black Converse, and a black shirt with the letters P.E.F. written in white. Her dark purple hair peeked out form under her white rimmed, black fisherman-style hat. She had a pocket chain, striped socks, and a grin on her face.
Wait. I know that face!!!!
"Tarin!!!" Kali yelled at the skater-looking girl.
"Oh! Kali! Awesome. What're you doin' here?" She yelled back, skateboarding over. (Her board had been on the top of her trunk.)
They did their version of a high five, (sliding, not slapping) and caught each other up in a hug.
"So you a witch then?" Kali asked.
"'Suppose so. That's what they keep tellin' me. My parentals 'sided ta move here, so I swapped schools. Wasn't too fond o' the other school anyways. Kept gettin' suspended. Not supposed ta board ta class y'know." She replied in her very laid-back way of talking.
"So how's Cali? The other one. The state." Kali (the person) asked, thoroughly confusing herself.
"Warm and sunny. Not like here. But you know that!! You lived there for 8 years!"
"Yup. Hasn't changed much. Wished I lived there still."
"Oh, I feel ya dude."
"I gotta go say G'bye to me mum. See ya in 'bout 5 minutes."
"Say hi to the old M.P. (Mommy Peters) for me, 'K?"
***
"Well, I'll see you over summer break then, mom." Kali said, kissing her mother's cheek on Platform 9 ¾. ("See, there is one!")
"Say hello to Tarin for me and be good! I don't want a single owl from the principle-"
"Headmaster."
"Dumbledore saying you've done something wrong." She said fixing Kali with a glare belied by the grin spreading across her face and the twinkle of mischief in her eye.
"Oh, have fun dearheart! You know I'll miss your grumpy face in the morning, and staying up to all hours of the night talking and watching funny movies with you! Make me proud!" She exclaimed with watering eyes, and then hugged her only daughter.
"No worries! I'll write you whenever I can, and summer isn't that far way. I'll miss you!" She grabbed the trolley with her trunk and basket (Her mom did make her un-magic it.) and got onto the scarlet train.
*** She was one of the last onto the train, and ran to the compartment with Tarin slouching expectantly there. As she was trying to get her trunk into the overhead bin, the door slammed open, hitting her arm. She dropped her trunk, and cursed when it came into contact with her toe. She glared at the red haired boys who had knocked it open. "Thanks. Thanks a lot."
*****
Fred and George said goodbye to their mother and got on the train, racing to their usual compartment. Fred pushed the door open to find a young American girl glaring at him. She flipped her long braid and said, "Thanks. Thanks a lot." Her purple haired, purple eyed, friend just stared.
She leaned down to pick up her trunk, breaking the unblinking stare that was completely focused on him, holding him in place. Once she turned her silver-gilt eyes away he was able to shake it off and asked, "Do you mind if we share with you guys?"
"No, not at all." She said sarcastically.
"Whatever."
***
Damn Brits. Think they rule everything. Just wait until they meet Mercury. Ha!! They won't be staring at me with those identical expressions then, now will they? No. No the certainly won't. Seeing an animal of that size tends to distract most people.
"Do you need help with that?" the second of the twins asked, as he closed the door.
"Nope, I got it." Kali replied as she finally slid the massive trunk into place.
The twins seemed to be a little taken aback at Kali's clothes, and kept staring as Kali got the basket holding Mercury out of the hallway.
They finally got their trunks up, and flopped into the seats opposite hers and Tarin's, still watching as she pulled the basket next to her seat. Kali was too impatient, and finally snapped, "What?!?!"
They both jumped, and an identical red flush spread across their faces. "Um, what are you wearing?" one murmured, looking bewildered at both of our casual clothing.
Kali plopped gracelessly into her seat and crossed her green jean-clad legs. "Clothes. I hear it's something of a trend over here in the U.K." she replied dryly, and began tapping and humming along to her CD player.
"Want to always feel like part of this was mine, I want to fall in love tonight, Crimson and Clover, over and over..."
"Yeah, it is, but not those kinds of clothes." He bit his tongue to keep from saying, 'Except on guys.'
Kali shrugged and pulled off her sweatshirt, putting it on the ground next to her. The twins read her shirt and laughed.
It read, 'One by one the penguins steal my sanity.' In white lettering. (A/N: Think chiller font)
Kali adjusted her white fingerless gloves, and shared a look with Tarin, who found it all vastly amusing.
"By the way, what are your names? I'm assuming you're 7th years, as you look about 17."
They stopped laughing and one replied, "Yeah, we're 7, and we're in our 17th year. I'm him and he's Fred."
"Um...that's odd. Never heard of 17th year before. You must really like school."
Fred cuffed his brother over the head. "Right George, we're 7 and you're me. Honestly, you'd be dangerous with a brain." He turned to Kali, " I'm Fred, this nitwit is George, and we're both 17. So what are your names?"
"Kaliana. Friends call me Kali. And this is Tarin."
"Okay, Kali, sorry about hitting you on the way in." Fred said, blushing scarlet again.
"Yes, yes. You'll have to forgive my brother. He's a bit tipsy. Hit one too many times in the skull 'm afraid. Not that he was ever that smart, or graceful, for that matter. Ever." George said teasingly, earning another cuff to his head from his ever-blushing twin.
"Well, I'm sure you two could insult each other all day long, especially once warmed to the task, but-" Kali was interrupted by the door banging open once again.
"Maybe you should leave the insults to me. After all, I usually mean it." Drawled the blond intruder. He took in the scene and sneered. "So this is what Americans look like. Two girls, wishing they were boys, and two boys wishing they were girls. What a pretty picture you make." The twins flushed in anger this time, but when they looked over to Kali and Tarin they paused, shocked at the secretive grins spreading across their faces.
"A boy? Oh how ironic." Kali said in an icy tone, standing and closing the gap between her and the sneering blond. "What would that make you then? If they wan to be girls, I suppose you'd be thrilled to date them. But then- maybe you like girls?"
The blonde's sneer was replaced by a look of outrage. "Why you... you- you..."
Kali smiled and stepped back. "Little too close to home there, eh, rich boy?"
He growled and made to grab her, but she stepped back, saying, "Well then. If that's the way you feel about it. Maybe you should meet a friend of mine. Her name's Mercury." As she opened the basket.
A large gold and silver tiger leapt gracefully out of the basket and landed right next to the grinning Kali. She scratched the feline head, thoroughly enjoying the effect it was having on the prat's composure.
"She's my familiar. She's also very intelligent, and hungry at the moment. I'd suggest you be nice." She said sitting down again, seemingly ignoring both the blond, as well as the now terrified twins, who had plastered themselves to the far wall.
"Well, I'll just be going then, won't I?" said the terrified blond, attempting to look dignified as he closed the door and strode off.
Kali and Tarin burst into giggles, collapsing further into their seats. Mercury lay her head on the frayed knees of Kali's pants, apparently content. The twins seemed to relax a bit, and sank into their seats, eyeing the now-purring predator.
"Remind us to never get you upset with us, eh Kali?" said Fred, gripping the seat so hard that his knuckles began to turn white. She stopped giggling, though she didn't lose her smile, and said, "Don't worry, Mercury won't hurt you unless I command her to. And I wouldn't do that to classmates, I promise."
"Do you hear that Fred? She likes us. Imagine that. A Yank's taken a fancy to us. Mum will never believe it!"
"What about you?" Fred asked Tarin.
"Oh, you're okay, I s'pose."
"So why'd you say that 'bout Malfoy?"
"Ugh. His name is Malfoy? First or last?" Her nose scrunched up in distaste.
"Last. First is Draco."
As they continued their discussion, Kali couldn't help but notice that Tarin seemed veeeeeery interested in this Draco character....