A/N: Just thought this might be fun. RENT at Hogwarts… should get interesting. Made all the characters the same age because IT'S FANFICTION AND I CAN! HA HA!
April's alive 'cause she's cool. No Benny 'cause he's not cool.
How did I Get Here? How the &$#?
Chapter 1
Angel Dumott Schunard could not believe where he was headed. Especially since he was sitting on a train that was departing from London and heading towards a school for witchcraft and wizardry located… somewhere else. He stared out the window. Why him, of all kids? He was the most made-fun of kid in elementary school: the first word he heard in kindergarten was "Faggot." From one of the parents.
Angel sighed and hoped that things would be different.
He heard a knock on the window of his compartment. A girl with curly dark hair was standing outside, dragging a gigantic trunk. She had a barn owl perched on top of her head. Angel stood up and opened the door for her.
"Thanks. I'm Maureen Johnson," said the girl, plopping down next to Angel. Her voice was bubbly, as if she had just eaten and entire bag of sugar without pausing for breath. She looked over Angel's wardrobe, (hot pink skirt, white baby-doll tee-shirt, tie-dye tights, and cute white platform sandals) clearly puzzled. "Aren't those girl's clothes?"
Angel blushed. "Yeah… I know it's weird…"
"That outfit is too cute!" squealed Maureen, who obviously didn't care. "I'll have to borrow it sometime!"
Angel relaxed. "You don't mind?"
"Heck no. Wear whatever you want."
He smiled at her.
There was another knock on the window. A boy with blonde hair and huge round glasses was standing outside, next to his friend, a boy with dirty blonde hair that looked like he hadn't cut it in a while. Maureen gestured for them to come in.
"Thanks. There isn't room anywhere else. Just in a compartment with this freaky black haired boy and his redhead friend," said the boy with glasses. "I'm Mark."
"Is it just me or is it getting crowded in here?" asked Angel.
"No, it's just you…" said Maureen, realizing she didn't know his name.
"Angel."
"Angel."
"This is Roger," said Mark, pointing at his friend. Roger smiled and pulled a guitar out of his trunk.
"You play guitar?" asked Maureen excitedly.
Roger nodded and began to tune it.
There was yet another knock on the door. A Latina and a redhead girl were standing outside.
"Is there room?" asked the Latina.
"Yeah," said Maureen. "Move over Mark. You too, Roger."
The guys scooted.
The two girls walked in. "Angel?" asked the Latina, walking over to her friend and giving him a hug.
"Mimi!" said Angel, relieved to see a familiar face.
"How do you two know each other?" asked the redhead.
"We live next door to each other in New York."
"No kiddin!" said Maureen. "You're from NYC, too?"
"I think we all are…" said Mark.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because none of us have crazy English accents. Besides, I've seen you somewhere…" Mark pointed at the redhead.
"April Erickson." The redhead smiled. "Hi, Mark."
"So, you do know me."
"Cindy's best friends with my big sister. Amanda?"
"Oh yeah…"
"Got room for one more?" A tall, dark-skinned boy was standing outside.
Everyone looked at each other. 'Cooties…' they were all thinking.
But they snuggled in closer together to make room.
"I'm Tom. Tom Collins."
"Yet another New Yorker."
"Bohemian," corrected Tom. "I've lived in the East Village my entire life."
"Really?" asked Maureen.
"Yep."
The cart with the food came by. "Anything off the trolley?"
"Elphie, would you get off of my head?" Maureen snapped at her owl, who was still comfortably perched on top of her.
"We're good," said Angel.
The trolley lady left.
"Elphie?" sniggered Roger.
"Shut up. The people at the owl place named her. Her actual name is Elphaba. Weird, right?"
"It's got a nice ring to it…" said April.
"Shut up, April."
Mimi giggled.
"So…" said Collins, trying to get everyone to stop talking about Maureen's pet. "What do you guys think? Hogwarts?"
"How did I get here?" said Mimi. "I don't have any magic in my family."
"I doubt that any of us do. But, apparently, we ourselves are witches and wizards," said Roger.
"Well," said Maureen, "my parents said that my step-brother's step-sister's aunt's cousin twice removed is a witch."
"Does anyone know what Maureen just said?" asked Angel.
"Nope."
A round-faced boy knocked on the window. Everyone groaned, and Mimi, since she was closest, opened the door.
"Have you seen my toad?" he asked.
Everyone sighed in relief. "No," they said in unison.
The boy looked sorrowful and walked on.
'How did I get here?' thought Mark. 'How the heck?'
A/N: I was bored... So, what do you think? Here's a little message from the characters for inspiration.
Mimi: Please review. Or else, I'll take off all my clothes in "Out Tonight"! Or I'll ditch Roger. Both equally terrible.
Mark: December 24, 1989, 9 PM, EST... Oh, what?
Maureen: Alright, if you don't review, I'll sick my flying monkeys on you!
Elphaba: That's my line...
Maureen: Stupid owl!
Collins: (snogging Angel) Oh, what?
Harry: GET A ROOM!
Angel: (snogging Collins) Review... or I won't stop.
April: Please don't make me "Avada Kedavra" myself...
Roger: (sobs) You do that anyway!
Mimi: Hey, at least this way you hook up with me!
Roger: (Runs away screaming)
Neville: Where's my toad?
Collins: (Finally stops snogging Angel) Aren't we supposed to make them review?
Maureen: This will give them something to talk about! (evil cackle)
Elphaba: Again, you stole my line...
Maureen:Since when can owls talk?
Mark: From here on in, i shoot without a script... see what comes of it. Instead of my old-
Roger: DON'T SWEAR! YOU'RE ONLY 11! TOO YOUNG!
Mark: stuff.
Roger: (collapses)
Mimi & April: ROGER! (start fighting over Roger)
Maureen: (begins chanting)
Elphaba: WOULD YOU STOP STEALING MY LINES?
Maureen: DARN IT! OWLS CAN'T TALK!
Saran VD: OK, I'll stop!
All fictional characters: (babble insanely, forcing Saran VD to feed them arsenic to shut them up)
Saran VD: Oops! (brings all fictional characters back to life and puts them on mute with the remote from Click) Now, I can talk. Had to put WICKED in here... teehee too good to not use... And about the fictional characters... (glares at fictional characters) I got bored... REVIEW! Or I will put one of these author notes in the end of all the chapters!
Danny Zuko: Read Me and My Guitar by Nathan Emily and Sarah!
Sandy: Get over here! (pulls Danny Zuko away with a hook)
Saran VD: Right...