Hi and welcome to my crazy story. First off, I would like to warn you that I update sporadically, if at all sometimes, so please understand that that is not meant as a personal thing, I'm just a procrastinator. Secondly, I am aware of how silly this first chapter is, and I apologize, but the chapters should get better as they go along, as I am getting the hang of this thing. Now, enjoy and on to the show.
P.S. I don't own Harry Potter or any of his friends/enemies. I just wish I did.
Once there were two girls. Not just any ordinary two girls, oh no. These were very special new girls. They weren't special in the way you'd think. They didn't have magical powers or really huge brains that make your head big and lopsided. No, they were muggles of average intelligence (though, as you will later find out, one was slightly more intelligent than the other). They did, however, have a very strange obsession. They couldn't stop thinking about-
"HARRY POTTER! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
"Oh my God Paige! I cannot believe that we're gonna go to London! It's like, Harry Potter Land!" screamed one girl. She had a nutmeg-y brown hair and naturally tanned skin. She was Dominican, and proud of it.
"I know! I can hear the entrance music now, Fabz," another girl answered, allowing a faraway look to sweep over her moderately pale face. She had one clump of moderately curly, dirty blonde hair in her face. She swept it away impatiently. "When're we gonna get there Fabi?"
"Yo, I dun no. What do you think I am, the conductor or sum thin'?" Fabz answered while looking skeptically at her friend.
"Fabz, we're on a plane. There are no conductors here," Paige rolled her eyes trying to look frustrated. It worked. To the outside observer she seemed to be annoyed, but Fabz knew better.
"Awe, come on Pagers. You know you love me!" Fabz said, holding her arms out as if to receive a hug. They wilted to her side at the look "Pagers" gave her.
"How many freakin' times do I have to freakin' tell you not to freakin' call me that freakin' name in freakin' public! Not to mention it sounds wrong when you say that last bit!" Paige looked closed to exploding.
"Pagers, come on! People here know we're just friends! Anyway, you wouldn't deprive me of my cool nickname for you would ya?" Fabz looked uncertainly at her friend, who, might I add, was still boiling. "Right?"
"Fine," sighed Paige, " you can still call me Pagers. But remember, you're still alive only 'cause of my gentile nature."
"Pshaw! Please, Paige. If your gentile nature is the only thing saving me you might as well shoot me now."
The duet rattled on like this for a few minutes longer until the captain was heard announcing their descent into London airport. A snoring lady in the front of the plane was jolted out of her rest by a loud squeal in the back of the plane.