Author's note: This story was the brain box, not only of me but of my good friend Louise Wilkinson who is just, if not more talented at coming up with very random things.
Disclaimer: Fifteen teenagers who have been brought together because of a prophecy are now at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They are assigned to different Professor's to learn specific magic. There was much hilarity.
Chapter 1: Entrance and Explanations
Have you ever wondered what the most obvious question in the world is? Well, at last I can reveal that very question. It is; 'What does a teenager do on their eighteenth birthday'? See, I told you that was obvious!
Our story begins on the 26th of August 2004 and it is Shaun's eighteenth (see the connection?). Here we will find thirteen of our fifteen young victims (yes I called them victims, it's not a typo). Everyone is having a great time, which is probably due to the amount of alcohol being consumed. Soon these unwitting teenagers will find themselves in a strange, (kind of foreign) place, meeting new unusual creatures, which will change their outlook on life and God forbid, their drinking habits.
"I think you've had enough Sarah." Laughed Louise, as she wrestled an ecstatic, and totally pissed blonde to the floor, snatching the bottle of Archers Aqua from her fingers. "I don't think Shaun wants his birthday cake regurgitated on his mother's new carpet!"
"You stink!" She slurred, as her ability to speak seemed to have died a while back.
"That I do Sarah that I do!" Replied Louise rolling her eyes and shaking her head.
Although Louise had in fact drunk twice as much as Sarah that night, it had become pretty obvious to onlookers that Louise was no lightweight drinker; Sarah however was an entirely different bottle of vodka. One drink and the girl was gone for at least three hours. At the despair of having her drink wrestled off her, Sarah stumbled to the nearest chair and sank moodily into it. Shaun made his way over to her, eyes rather red and slightly crossed.
"Louise said you can have one more drink –" Began Shaun, but was interrupted by a loud "Yay!" from Sarah.
"Of orange juice!" Said Shaun loudly over Sarah's exclamation, with a slight smirk on his face.
"Piss off then! Why do I have to do what she says anyway?" Spat Sarah, flopping back into the chair and immediately scanning the room for a weak person to scam drinks off of.
Shaun shook his head and returned to Louise and his girlfriend Sian, who were giggling madly about something in the far corner of the living room. However, their giggling ceased immediately as they noticed Shaun approaching them. His raised his eyebrows as the corners of their mouths twitched with suppressed laughter. Shaun merely shrugged his shoulders.
"She wouldn't take it." Said Shaun to Louise, handing back her glass of orange he had offered to Sarah.
"Oh well," sighed Louise, still smirking; "now we can tell her parents that we tried so they can't blame us for her hangover. Just her tomorrow morning!"
Sian laughed.
At that moment, a very tall girl dressed as a very peculiar looking witch ran over to the small group. There was an air of insanity about her, and she seemed to be very distressed about something.
"Alright Claire." Greeted Sian, as Claire ambled over. "What's up?"
"WHAT'S UP?" Screamed Claire, making them all back against the wall in fear. "I'LL TELL YOU WHAT'S UP! SOMEONE HAS STOLEN MY BROOM!"
"What?" Voiced Louise, looking confused.
"She said," whispered Shaun, "that someone has stolen her broom."
"I know that you twit!" Snapped Louise. To calm her down, Louise got up and held onto Claire's shoulders
"When did it go missing?"
Claire's anger at her missing broom seemed to be ebbing slightly, and she carried on more calmly than before.
"Just now," she said, "I was talking to Sarah and she asked me for a drink. But I remembered you saying that she wasn't allowed any, so I said no. Next thing I know, my broom was gone!"
The trio sighed, and then began to laugh as they caught sight of Sarah leading a conga line into the hallway, another bottle of alcohol in one hand, and Claire's broom in the other.
"Where did she get that from?" Cried Louise in despair as she pointed to the newly acquired bottle.
"Who cares lets join them!" Cried Sian, giggling madly, "It's got to be better than talking about how Shaun's hung like a tic tac!"
So Sian, Louise and Claire moved to the end of the dancing line, dragging a rather indignant Shaun behind.
Meanwhile, Helen, an old school friend of Louise's, turned off the program on the T.V. that she had stayed up to watch, and stretched in her armchair.
"Maybe I should have gone to that fancy dress party with Louise, could have been a lot better than this on a Friday night!"
Voicing this annoyed statement to thin air, she turned in her chair to pick up the book she had left on the floor earlier.
With his head resting on his computer desk, university student Jerome was given a rude awakening by his phone vibrating against his cheek.
"What the!" He yelled, earning himself a banging on his wall by the person in the next room. Looking at his phone he cringed. "Who the hell is Arnold the turtle who lives in my spoon?" realising the truth of what this really was, he groaned,
"I never should have given Sarah Turner my number!" He turned of his phone and leaned back in his desk chair.
The conga line had made their way through the living room, the hallway, up and down the stairs and even into Shaun's sister's room which was supposedly of limits, with Shaun groaning
"She's gonna know, don't ask me how, but she will and she'll take it out on me!"
The group of very inebriated teenagers finally moved through the doorway that entered into the kitchen, dancing wildly to the song of Las Ketchup in a drunken conga holding bottles of half drunk bottles of (yep, you guessed it) more alcohol!
Once the whole line was through the door, something black and man shaped collided with the middle of the line, sending hysterical teenagers everywhere like dominos.
About ten minutes earlier
As Helen sat upright she gasped, the T.V. was gone, no correct that, her living room was gone. She looked around in shock; she was sitting in, what looked like an old fashioned wood panelled room full of mismatched chairs.
"Where the HELL AM I!" Yelled the hysterical Helen.
"Calm down dear, you're perfectly safe. My name is Madame Pomfrey." The matronly woman smiled at her. After handing her a hot chocolate, she added as an afterthought.
"Perhaps the question of where you are should wait until the others get here, you arrived a little ahead of schedule I'm afraid."
About five minutes after that
As Jerome leaned back in the chair, he realised too late that his friend who had given him the chair had told him about its dodgy back. Jerome fell backwards as the chairs back rather rudely gave way, sending him flying back onto his floor. The only problem was, it didn't feel like his floor, his floor was wood and he expected that to hurt a little. But this REALLY hurt! He opened his eyes, only to find, not white washed ceiling, but wooden beams. Moments later as pain ripped through his head, making it seem like there was a fair ground band having its rehearsals there, he became aware of someone leaning over him.
"Listen to me boy, open your mouth and swallow this potion!" Stated the voice of an irritated man. Instinctively Jerome had moved away from what the man was holding out to him. This mystery man, apparently not one for patients, picked Jerome's top half up and forced the fluid from what looked like a test tube down his throat. Spluttering, Jerome noticed the pain in his head had gone from the equivalent of the entire band to just the halfhearted drummer.
"Albus, I told you it would have been better for these poor students to be put through this in the morning!" Cried an indignant female voice. Jerome opened his eyes into a scowling face of, no it couldn't be, Jerome thought. However it was, he as looking straight into the irritated expression of none other than Severus Snape potion master of Hogwarts.
The owner of the indignant female voice came into view. Madam Pomfrey! This was surreal Jerome thought, then burst out laughing at the scene that evolved around him.
Madam Pomfrey, in a rush to get to her new patient, pushed Professor Snape out of the way, sending him of balance and falling into the middle of a conga line of apparently very drunk students dressed up in god knows what, sending the whole group, Snape included falling like dominos all over the floor.
Sarah felt someone land on her, looking up, she saw, no! Yes! Black greasy hair, hooked nose and angry expression. Her dream man - Snape!
Snape instantly got to his feet and moved away from Sarah and her Cheshire cat grin. Sarah, as we discovered earlier was not in her right mind, followed him, eventually backing the confused Professor against a wall, before leaning up and sniffing his hair.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" Roared a horrified Snape.
"Smelling you!" smiled an over excited Sarah.
Author's note: I would just like to say that all the character's that do not belong to J.K.Rowling are of real people, thirteen of whom I am very good friends with! Love you all!
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