"Extra! Extra!" Davey yelled. It was about a month after the strike and things were back to relatively normal.
"Three dead in Central Park! Murder suspected!" Les yelled.
Somebody threw a round object in his bag and grabbed the newspaper out of his hands.
"Father taught us not to lie," Davey scolded his younger brother.
"Jack taught us not to starve," Les sassed back.
Jack had accepted his job as a cartoonist for The World. He still coached, cared for, and is considered the leader of the Manhattan newsies, he just makes a little extra cash.
"That was our last pape, we need to meet the other newsies at Medda's theater soon," Davey reminded Les.
"Why do you think I was trying to sell it so quickly? I have a date!"
Davey shook his head. He looked into the bag. Whoever he just sold to had given him a necklace instead of payment. Davey pocketed it, maybe if he ran into the guy he could give it back.
They ran to Ms. Medda Larkin's theater. They reached it out of breath.
"Davey, Les, brother," Jack spit on his hand and offered it to shake. "Good to see ya!"
Davey shook his hand. "It's almost like ya didn't see us yesterday."
Jack shrugged. "What can I say, I miss all ya," He took his girlfriend's, Katherine's, hand and entered through the back door, as usual.
Les ran off to talk to some of the younger kids while Davey found Crutchy talking to Albert and Elmer.
"Wad'ya 'spose this meetings 'bout?" Albert asked Davey.
"I'm not sure," Davey admitted.
"We ain't have no idea," Elmer said.
"Even Spot Conlon is here," Crutchy said. "He doesn't show unless it's important."
They all stared at Spot leaning against a wall, looking unhappy to be there, though he always looks grumpy.
Spot caught their eyes and cracked his knuckles.
They quickly stopped staring.
"And how did you find out 'bout the meeting?" Crutchy asked.
"Jack found Les and I while doin' rounds and told us to come," Davey said.
Elmer nodded.
"He told all us by ourselves, and there's only a few people 'ere," Albert said. "Maybe it's somethin poisonal?"
Jack tapped Crutchy and Davey's shoulders. "You two, backstage, five minutes. Don't be obvious." He whispered in their ears.
"Was that all 'bout?" Elmer asked.
"I'll let you know."
"Want to go get some water, Crutchy?"
They made their way backstage. Even less people were here. Only Les, Race, Spot, Crutchy, and Davey compared to all of Manhattan's Newsies, and some from other cities, in the larger part of the theater.
Jack and Katherine came hand in hand.
"We have some special news, and we wanted you to know first," Katherine said.
"We're getting married!" Jack was so excited.
"Wow!" Congratulations!" Everyone, including Spot, gave the happy couple a hug.
"We're planning for a summer wedding-"
They were cut off by a weird buzzing noise coming from Davey's pocket.
"Oh, sorry." Davey pulled out a weird necklace out of his bag. "That last person must have given me this by mistake."
"It's very pretty," Katherine held part of the long chain. "Wow, come feel it, it's pulsing."
Soon enough, everyone was holding onto some part of the necklace, then the world started spinning.
They landed in some sort of grand hallway. It's size only comparable to the greatest churches. Katherine looked out a window and noticed they were in a castle. She pointed it out to Jack and the others.
Footsteps clacked on the marble floor.
Spot and Jack instinctively moved in front of the others.
An old man with a long white beard and an older lady came around the corner.
"This is certainly a surprise, Minerva." The bearded man spoke.
"Who are you and how did you get here?" The lady, Minerva, got right to business.
"The name's Jack Kelly, and I's got here through your dreams," Jack tried to flirt their way out of the situation.
"Jack, excuse you?" Katherine said, playfully angry.
"And this is my wonderful fiancee, Katherine." Jack dipped her.
Minerva raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Kelly, how did you get here?"
"In all honesty mame, we don't know," Davey said. He lifted the necklace. "You may think we're crazy, but one minute we had all grabbed onto this, the next we're here."
"A time turner and a portkey," the bearded man said, "How peculiar."
"Scuse me," Race raised his hand. "Waz a portkey and a time turna?"
"A portkey, Mister..." Minerva began.
"Racetrack Higgins. You can call me Race," Race said with a wink.
"A portkey, Mister Higgins, is a magical device that transports oneself through space. A time turner is a magical device that transports one through time." Minerva continued. "It appears that the necklace you have is both a time turner and a portkey and sent you here."
"Where exactly is here?" Katherine asked, investigative journalist as always.
"You are in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in Scotland, my dear. I am Headmaster Dumbledore," the bearded man spoke.
Race snickered and Jack bit the inside of his lip to hide a smile.
"I'm Davey. Pleasure to meet you, sir, ma'am," Davey shook both of their hands.
"I'm Les!" Les spit into his hands out of habit, then wiped them off at Minerva's and Davey's strong looks. "He's my older brother."
"Nice ta meet cha, I'm Crutchie." Crutchie lifted his crutch.
"Spot Conlon." Spot made no move to shake hands.
"Until we figure out how to get you home, feel free to stay at Hogwarts and participate in classes," Dumbledore told them.
"What about money? Or work?" Crutchie asked. "How're we supposed to pay to attend. If we don't work, we don't eat."
"All expenses will be handled by me," Dumbledore reassured the newsies.
"Follow me to your rooms." Minerva briskly walked off.
Jack looked to Davey. Davey shrugged and they followed the witch.
Don't blame me, blame Newsies for making me obsessed. I found this on my drive and I figured y'all might enjoy it. I proofread it a while back, but I haven't since. Any tips for writing their accents? Please?
Quick poll for those of you who care:
What house do you think each of them should be in? I've already sorted them out, but it's just my opinion. I've already written part of chapter 2 where they get sorted, but if any of you provide some really good evidence I might change it.
Also, would any of you be interested in a fic where Hogwarts goes to a muggle high school in America and joins marching band? I'm a huge band geek so it would be fun to write. Or maybe a modern day fic where the Newsies are in marching band?
Almost forgot, yes it is JackxKatherine, but that's the only straight ship I have. There will be Sprace, and Crutchie and Davey will bond over how much they like Jack.
Sorry for the long note. Bye!