Helana Hogwarts
ANS:
Alright, I am officialy insane. Well...I ahve been for a while,
but thats not the point! The point is the more insane the fic chick,
the more original the fic. Guess Im not that crazy after all. =)
This is a tiwst on the classic 4 founders story. Hope you enjoy!
And by the way, the stuff in (perenthisis ) where added when I
was compleatly hyper....too many altoids and too much pepsi..
.^^ OH! I dont own Harry Potter or any of those Chars. I own
this fic and Celeste, though, so no stealing. =)
~Chapter One~
"I feel for intelligant people with dolt sisters. I really do."
Lady Celeste Borbubon was bored. Simple as that. (Not to mention
the fact that she wanted to smash her sisters head in with a frying
pan. Remember, they didnt have anger managment class back in the day.)
She sat now among great couches of silk, listening to her sister gibber
on- did the woman ever shut up ? (no.....)- and her father reply once
in a while. Celeste was sure that if she was balancing an cow on her
nose they wouldn't have noticed. (moo! mooo!) The weird thing was, she
could. She could do all sorts of odd things that where most un-lady like:
make mice fly around the room, have flowers bloom year round, and evin
talk to animals.
Celeste's best friend, Lady Rayenna Lackome, had similar powers, and
they fancied themselves witches (though they didnt fancy themselfs
burned at the stake, so kept it hushed.). Soon they had found three
others who where "weirdoes", too:
Hannah Harrison, Rayenna's maid, Sir Gary Holland, recently knighted,
and Sean Rolency, the baker's son. Together, they joked about starting
a school for witches and wizards. Hannah often referred to the nonexistent
academy as the "Weirdo School of Wizardry".
Gary, on the other hand, took the idea of a school seriously.
"Look around you," Gary had demanded just hours earlier. "Cant you
see how hard it is to be magical in this day and age? They are
burning supposed witches at the stake! Their fear will kill us
all, if we don't be careful!"
Sean had insisted on a different approach. "Why don't we just get
rid of them?" he asked, much to the chargin of the others. "They
are the problem, why not just terminate the lot of them before
they do it to us?"
Hannah had instantly hissed "No!"
Celeste and Rayenna had also argued agenst it, so Sean changed the
subject and the talk went on.
"Celeste!"
Celeste looked up, relising that her father had been talking to her.
"What, Papa?"
Her father sighed, irritated, then ground out "You need a husband.
Your 19. Been presented at court. You need a- (cat?)"
"Insolent moron to tell me what to do? (oooh! thats gotta sting!
Poor Pa!)" Demanded Celeste, not caring that a lady never used
such language.(you go girl!) "I think not, Father!"
Her father was about to shout at her (why you *%$@ ^*%$!!!),
but the butler, Hans, walked in and announced:
"Sir Gary Holland to see Lady Celeste, sir,"
Celeste gaped. Gary, come to see her? Now? What was he doing?!
Gary stood nervously in the waiting room of the Borbubon mansion,
hoping Celeste would hurry up. Would he be able to pull this off?
"Gary, dear," Celeste said politely, entering the room.
"Lady. You look ravishing, as always."
"You should talk." He could tell she was worried and nervous,
wondering why he was here.
"Might a have a private word?"
Celeste didn't bother to wait for her father's blessing. "My parlor
is this way," She informed Gary.
Once in the parlor, Celeste closed the door, her polite facade fading
at once.
"What the hell are you doing here!?" she demanded.
"We are doing it," Gary told her, "We are going to build the school."
"W-w-were?" Celeste demanded shakily.
"Outside of my country Manor. We will tell your parents that you
are coming with me to my manor, to investigate plans of our
betrothel,"
"BETROTHEL!"
"Oh, don't pale so! Am I truly THAT ugly? (Gary frowned as Celeste
nodded franticly.) We wont truly wed. ( Up goes Celeste eyebrow.
Whoosh!) Thats just the excuse. What we are really gonna do is..(Oh
Lord, shes tapping her foot...where is a couch to hide under!?)"..
Gray smiled and paused for effect.
It worked. Mayhap a bit too well.(Dun dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuun...)
"WILL YOU STOP BEATING AROUND THE BUSH AND-(start
skipping?)"
"Shh! Yeash. Some just cant handle suspense." Gary continued quickly
at the site of Celeste's face."We are gonna build the school, Cellie!"
"How much did you drink before you came?"
"What?!"
"Your drunk. Or drugged. Thats it. Thats the only thing that makes
sense."
"No, no! I'm sober as you are-"
"how do you know I'm sober? (because you not sluring or ramming into
walls!)"
"You are the biggest light weight in the country, Cellie. If you'd had
a sip of the lightest wine, you'd be so drunk you couldn't talk."
"All right, I'm sorber. But this is crazy. You cant be serious! This
doesn't-"
But Gary didn't let Celeste finish her rambling. He strode over to her
and, as if she where as light as a feather, picked her up and started
swinging her around.
"What! Aaaaaaaa....wait a ...hey...this is fun!" And Celeste stopped
babbling and began laughing.
Gary smirked.
"figured that shut you up." He set her down. "You gotta come, Cellie.
Its the beginning of the beginning. No annoying ties! Only the five
of us and a bunch of students to teach. A life among all others! You
have to come, Cellie, or I swear we will steal you away."
Celeste smiled a little, then sighed and nodded.
"All right. Ill go."
ANS:
Buwa ha h ah ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ah a haaaaaaaaaaa! Alright, so it isnt
much of a clif hanger. But its the best this sleep-deprived lowly fic chick
can do for now. Don worry, it gets better. =)
AP
ANS:
Alright, I am officialy insane. Well...I ahve been for a while,
but thats not the point! The point is the more insane the fic chick,
the more original the fic. Guess Im not that crazy after all. =)
This is a tiwst on the classic 4 founders story. Hope you enjoy!
And by the way, the stuff in (perenthisis ) where added when I
was compleatly hyper....too many altoids and too much pepsi..
.^^ OH! I dont own Harry Potter or any of those Chars. I own
this fic and Celeste, though, so no stealing. =)
~Chapter One~
"I feel for intelligant people with dolt sisters. I really do."
Lady Celeste Borbubon was bored. Simple as that. (Not to mention
the fact that she wanted to smash her sisters head in with a frying
pan. Remember, they didnt have anger managment class back in the day.)
She sat now among great couches of silk, listening to her sister gibber
on- did the woman ever shut up ? (no.....)- and her father reply once
in a while. Celeste was sure that if she was balancing an cow on her
nose they wouldn't have noticed. (moo! mooo!) The weird thing was, she
could. She could do all sorts of odd things that where most un-lady like:
make mice fly around the room, have flowers bloom year round, and evin
talk to animals.
Celeste's best friend, Lady Rayenna Lackome, had similar powers, and
they fancied themselves witches (though they didnt fancy themselfs
burned at the stake, so kept it hushed.). Soon they had found three
others who where "weirdoes", too:
Hannah Harrison, Rayenna's maid, Sir Gary Holland, recently knighted,
and Sean Rolency, the baker's son. Together, they joked about starting
a school for witches and wizards. Hannah often referred to the nonexistent
academy as the "Weirdo School of Wizardry".
Gary, on the other hand, took the idea of a school seriously.
"Look around you," Gary had demanded just hours earlier. "Cant you
see how hard it is to be magical in this day and age? They are
burning supposed witches at the stake! Their fear will kill us
all, if we don't be careful!"
Sean had insisted on a different approach. "Why don't we just get
rid of them?" he asked, much to the chargin of the others. "They
are the problem, why not just terminate the lot of them before
they do it to us?"
Hannah had instantly hissed "No!"
Celeste and Rayenna had also argued agenst it, so Sean changed the
subject and the talk went on.
"Celeste!"
Celeste looked up, relising that her father had been talking to her.
"What, Papa?"
Her father sighed, irritated, then ground out "You need a husband.
Your 19. Been presented at court. You need a- (cat?)"
"Insolent moron to tell me what to do? (oooh! thats gotta sting!
Poor Pa!)" Demanded Celeste, not caring that a lady never used
such language.(you go girl!) "I think not, Father!"
Her father was about to shout at her (why you *%$@ ^*%$!!!),
but the butler, Hans, walked in and announced:
"Sir Gary Holland to see Lady Celeste, sir,"
Celeste gaped. Gary, come to see her? Now? What was he doing?!
Gary stood nervously in the waiting room of the Borbubon mansion,
hoping Celeste would hurry up. Would he be able to pull this off?
"Gary, dear," Celeste said politely, entering the room.
"Lady. You look ravishing, as always."
"You should talk." He could tell she was worried and nervous,
wondering why he was here.
"Might a have a private word?"
Celeste didn't bother to wait for her father's blessing. "My parlor
is this way," She informed Gary.
Once in the parlor, Celeste closed the door, her polite facade fading
at once.
"What the hell are you doing here!?" she demanded.
"We are doing it," Gary told her, "We are going to build the school."
"W-w-were?" Celeste demanded shakily.
"Outside of my country Manor. We will tell your parents that you
are coming with me to my manor, to investigate plans of our
betrothel,"
"BETROTHEL!"
"Oh, don't pale so! Am I truly THAT ugly? (Gary frowned as Celeste
nodded franticly.) We wont truly wed. ( Up goes Celeste eyebrow.
Whoosh!) Thats just the excuse. What we are really gonna do is..(Oh
Lord, shes tapping her foot...where is a couch to hide under!?)"..
Gray smiled and paused for effect.
It worked. Mayhap a bit too well.(Dun dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuun...)
"WILL YOU STOP BEATING AROUND THE BUSH AND-(start
skipping?)"
"Shh! Yeash. Some just cant handle suspense." Gary continued quickly
at the site of Celeste's face."We are gonna build the school, Cellie!"
"How much did you drink before you came?"
"What?!"
"Your drunk. Or drugged. Thats it. Thats the only thing that makes
sense."
"No, no! I'm sober as you are-"
"how do you know I'm sober? (because you not sluring or ramming into
walls!)"
"You are the biggest light weight in the country, Cellie. If you'd had
a sip of the lightest wine, you'd be so drunk you couldn't talk."
"All right, I'm sorber. But this is crazy. You cant be serious! This
doesn't-"
But Gary didn't let Celeste finish her rambling. He strode over to her
and, as if she where as light as a feather, picked her up and started
swinging her around.
"What! Aaaaaaaa....wait a ...hey...this is fun!" And Celeste stopped
babbling and began laughing.
Gary smirked.
"figured that shut you up." He set her down. "You gotta come, Cellie.
Its the beginning of the beginning. No annoying ties! Only the five
of us and a bunch of students to teach. A life among all others! You
have to come, Cellie, or I swear we will steal you away."
Celeste smiled a little, then sighed and nodded.
"All right. Ill go."
ANS:
Buwa ha h ah ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ah a haaaaaaaaaaa! Alright, so it isnt
much of a clif hanger. But its the best this sleep-deprived lowly fic chick
can do for now. Don worry, it gets better. =)
AP