Title: A Time and Place For Everything, Part 1
Author:~Angel Padfoot
Rating:PG-13, for some language and content.
Disclaimer: All of the characters you recognize from the HP books belong to the fabulous and much more creative than me, cause if I could actually come up with my own ideas I wouldn't need a stupid disclaimer, Joanne Kathleen Rowling. The other characters are as genuine as possible; Dr.Pepper belongs to Coke or Pepsi, I forget which; the kick-ass band Limp Bizkit (Fred Durst, Wes Borland, Sam Rivers, Jon Otto and DJ Lethal),belong to themselves and Flip and Interscope Records; Brookline, Massachusetts belongs to the US of A; 10 Things I Hate About You belongs to some million dollar movie corporation. That's about it, don't sue me, you won't get much 'cause I'm practically broke.
Shout Outs: First shout out is to other ff.net author Alicia Spinnet, who wrote An Unlikely Coven. You're my inspiration, never stop writing, you totally crack me up! Hi to Ibre, if you're reading this, you're probably getting ticked at me already for stealing JKR's brilliant ideas. Hi Lily, H/HR all the way baby!!! To Magical_Little_Me, I'm finally getting a story uploaded, thanx for your help!
To anyone else, hey, love ya much!
AN: Okay ppls, This is one of my first ff's, so keep an open mind. Major props though, if you've gotten this far. This AN is short and sweet, please R/R, I need feedback.
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"Rrrrrrrip!"
The sounds of parchment being torn and crunched into balls, accompanied by whispers and soft giggles, filled the classroom. 'Silent Reading' was written on the black board in white chalk, a contradiction of terms.
A ball of parchment whizzed through the air and into the outstretched hands of Lila Potter. She quickly opened the note and smoothed out the wrinkles as best she could. Her bright green eyes got wider as they traveled swiftly down the page. When she finished, her head snapped up to stare across the room in disbelief at her best friend, Caitie Weasley. Caitie was pointing and laughing softly at her cousin, Joss Weasley, who was frantically trying to transplant their other cousin, Tucker Finnigan,'s nose back on his face. Lila couldn't help but roll her eyes. The things they get themselves into, she thought, a smile tugging at her lips. Though she wasn't one to talk. It would not be soon that she would forget what had happened to her dog, Galaxy, at her birthday party. Poor dog, she thought. His fur is still slightly purple and his bark sounds more like a meow then anything else.
Sighing, she turned her attention back to the note lying on her desk. It was an update of Caitie's love life and rather exciting one at that. Caitie was gorgeous, with long strawberry-blond hair and sparkly blue eyes. Lila had inherited her mom's bushy dark brown hair and her father's bright green eyes. She also had her father's wild streak and knack for breaking the rules, while at the same time, her mother's cleverness and skill. But there was one other thing she had inherited that everyone found quite extraordinary. In the center of Lila's ivory forehead was a thin, lighting bolt-shaped scar. Her father had one as a souvenir of when he had defeated Lord Voldemort as a baby, but how it had been passed over to Lila was very much a mystery. It had been there since the day she was born.
Pulling a slightly bent quill out of her bag, she scribbled a response to Caitie, then shot the note back across the room with a simple Banishing Charm.
"...so then I was like, So, and he was like,So, and I'm like, So what?, and he's like, So what, what? and I started laughing and then he started laughing and it was just like, like, SO perfect!"
Lila and Caitie exchanged bored glances. The ditzy girl sitting behind them, Stephany Taylor, had been going on and on about some little date with her jock boyfriend for about five minutes. Lila felt as though she were losing I.Q. points just listening and Caitie looked ready to attempt murder.
"So then I said, like, Yeah and he said, like, Screw me, and I said like, Okay, and it was so, like, perfect!" Caitie muttered mockingly under her breath and sent a glare over her shoulder. "Would I be punished for a Sealed Lip charm? Reason being over-excessive, brain-numbing, ditz babble."
"Probably expelled." Lila replied, picking at her chipped blue nail polish.
"Figures." she said, fingering her wand.
"Good afternoon, class." said the Charms teacher, Professor Caldwell, entering the room. She stopped behind her desk and looked out over the rows of students. "Lose the sunglasses Mr.Malfoy. Mrs.Taylor, put away that note and please Mr.Finnigan, take that ridiculous looking thing off of your head." Tucker grinned and pulled off the spiked dragon hat he was wearing. "Everyone, pull out your books and turn to page 315, the Sealed Lip Charm."
Lila glanced at Caitie who was grinning wickedly.
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As Hermione Potter drove down the busy Massachusetts street, she wondered for the millionth time if she had done the right thing. Her and Harry had always wanted to visit America, and when Lila had been only three, they got their chance. Ron and Lavender were taking their son, Joss, who was the same age as Lila, to Boston to visit Percy, Penelope and their daughter, Caitie. Ginny had also been planing to go with Seamus and their son, Tucker. So, Harry, being the adventurer that he always was, made plans to go with them all. When Dumbledore, still a close friend of Harry's, heard their destination, he told them The Ministry of Magic was building another school, this time in Boston. The headmaster was going to be a good friend of his, William Van Briggle. The school was to be called Van Briggle's Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Well, after staying a month in Brookline, a city right outside of Boston, the three familles decided to move there permanently. The kids would have a school to attend and it would be the adventure of a life time. So here they were. But was it really the right thing to do? Hermione thought. Would Lila, Tucker, Joss and even Caitie, all be happier in England while attending Hogwarts? Would us adults be happier too? But Hermione knew the answer as well as anyone. America was great and Van Briggle's was just as magical as Hogwarts, despite the fact that it wasn't a boarding school. Hermione sighed and relaxed a bit. I'm such a worrywart. And besides, doesn't everything happen for a reason? Comforted by this thought, she concentrated on getting to Van Briggle's in time to pick up the four demon-ahem, kids. What, can I say? she thought with a smile. They're teenagers.
"Joss, would you hurry up! All we're doing is driving home, you're hair doesn't have to be perfect!" Caitie yelled into the boy's bathroom.
"You never know who we'll see!" he yelled back.
"Yeah, I'm sure we're gonna see Limp friggn' Bizkit."
"Really Joss." Lila chimed in." You spend more time fixing your hair then I do. It's unhealthy!"
"Tucker, would you go in there and get him?" Tucker looked up at her from where he was sitting on the floor, prodding his shoe laces with his wand.
"No."
"Oh come ON." she said exasperatedly, hulling him to his feet. "I'd go in there myself if weren't for the spells put on it to keep girls out."
"This is the exact reason why they did it!" Joss yelled from inside.
"Oh, shove it!" Caitie yelled back. She pushed Tucker into the bathroom, then turned to Lila, who was now leaning up against the wall with an amused smile.
"Well, they're defiantly your cousins." Caitie glared at her.
"Don't remind me." she said grimly.
"Hello girls." a voice said. "Waiting for someone?"
They turned to see their defense against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Lazarus, walking towards them. He could have been mistaken for a punk high school student. The tips of his brown hair were bleached blond and he had a small silver hoop in one ear. He was wearing a black wifebeater that accentuated his slightly muscular arms and chest, with baggy blue jeans. His dragon-hide combat boots clunked on the wood floor.
"Hey Professor." they said in unison.
"We're waiting for Tucker and Joss." Lila informed him and Caitie made a noise of detest. The professor grinned.
"Fixing their hair, huh?"
"Or disarming a nuclear bomb! They both take the same amount of time." Caitie moaned.
Lila looked over Prof. Lazarus's shoulder to see her mom walking down the hall.
"Hi Mom!" she called, waving.
"Hi." she said as the professor turned around.
"Hermione!" he exclaimed.
"Noah! How are you?"
"Hangin' in there. And yourself?"
"Pretty good."
The door to the boy's bathroom opened and Tucker came out, followed by Joss.
"Finally." Caitie muttered. "Can we go now?"
"Yes. It was nice seeing you again." Hermione said to the professor.
"You too. See you guys on Monday. Bye." he headed down the hall in the same direction he had come.
"Shotgun!" Tucker yelled, running for the doors.
"No way!" Joss cried, running after him and trying to tackle him. Hermione laughed while Caitie threw up her hands.
"Boys!" she said. Lila slid an arm around her shoulders.
"You know you love them." Caitie stopped for a moment.
"You're right."
"I know. Now lets go stop them from mutilating each other."
"Why? At least it'd be entertaining."
Now it was Lila's turn to throw her hands in the air.
Author:~Angel Padfoot
Rating:PG-13, for some language and content.
Disclaimer: All of the characters you recognize from the HP books belong to the fabulous and much more creative than me, cause if I could actually come up with my own ideas I wouldn't need a stupid disclaimer, Joanne Kathleen Rowling. The other characters are as genuine as possible; Dr.Pepper belongs to Coke or Pepsi, I forget which; the kick-ass band Limp Bizkit (Fred Durst, Wes Borland, Sam Rivers, Jon Otto and DJ Lethal),belong to themselves and Flip and Interscope Records; Brookline, Massachusetts belongs to the US of A; 10 Things I Hate About You belongs to some million dollar movie corporation. That's about it, don't sue me, you won't get much 'cause I'm practically broke.
Shout Outs: First shout out is to other ff.net author Alicia Spinnet, who wrote An Unlikely Coven. You're my inspiration, never stop writing, you totally crack me up! Hi to Ibre, if you're reading this, you're probably getting ticked at me already for stealing JKR's brilliant ideas. Hi Lily, H/HR all the way baby!!! To Magical_Little_Me, I'm finally getting a story uploaded, thanx for your help!
To anyone else, hey, love ya much!
AN: Okay ppls, This is one of my first ff's, so keep an open mind. Major props though, if you've gotten this far. This AN is short and sweet, please R/R, I need feedback.
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"Rrrrrrrip!"
The sounds of parchment being torn and crunched into balls, accompanied by whispers and soft giggles, filled the classroom. 'Silent Reading' was written on the black board in white chalk, a contradiction of terms.
A ball of parchment whizzed through the air and into the outstretched hands of Lila Potter. She quickly opened the note and smoothed out the wrinkles as best she could. Her bright green eyes got wider as they traveled swiftly down the page. When she finished, her head snapped up to stare across the room in disbelief at her best friend, Caitie Weasley. Caitie was pointing and laughing softly at her cousin, Joss Weasley, who was frantically trying to transplant their other cousin, Tucker Finnigan,'s nose back on his face. Lila couldn't help but roll her eyes. The things they get themselves into, she thought, a smile tugging at her lips. Though she wasn't one to talk. It would not be soon that she would forget what had happened to her dog, Galaxy, at her birthday party. Poor dog, she thought. His fur is still slightly purple and his bark sounds more like a meow then anything else.
Sighing, she turned her attention back to the note lying on her desk. It was an update of Caitie's love life and rather exciting one at that. Caitie was gorgeous, with long strawberry-blond hair and sparkly blue eyes. Lila had inherited her mom's bushy dark brown hair and her father's bright green eyes. She also had her father's wild streak and knack for breaking the rules, while at the same time, her mother's cleverness and skill. But there was one other thing she had inherited that everyone found quite extraordinary. In the center of Lila's ivory forehead was a thin, lighting bolt-shaped scar. Her father had one as a souvenir of when he had defeated Lord Voldemort as a baby, but how it had been passed over to Lila was very much a mystery. It had been there since the day she was born.
Pulling a slightly bent quill out of her bag, she scribbled a response to Caitie, then shot the note back across the room with a simple Banishing Charm.
"...so then I was like, So, and he was like,So, and I'm like, So what?, and he's like, So what, what? and I started laughing and then he started laughing and it was just like, like, SO perfect!"
Lila and Caitie exchanged bored glances. The ditzy girl sitting behind them, Stephany Taylor, had been going on and on about some little date with her jock boyfriend for about five minutes. Lila felt as though she were losing I.Q. points just listening and Caitie looked ready to attempt murder.
"So then I said, like, Yeah and he said, like, Screw me, and I said like, Okay, and it was so, like, perfect!" Caitie muttered mockingly under her breath and sent a glare over her shoulder. "Would I be punished for a Sealed Lip charm? Reason being over-excessive, brain-numbing, ditz babble."
"Probably expelled." Lila replied, picking at her chipped blue nail polish.
"Figures." she said, fingering her wand.
"Good afternoon, class." said the Charms teacher, Professor Caldwell, entering the room. She stopped behind her desk and looked out over the rows of students. "Lose the sunglasses Mr.Malfoy. Mrs.Taylor, put away that note and please Mr.Finnigan, take that ridiculous looking thing off of your head." Tucker grinned and pulled off the spiked dragon hat he was wearing. "Everyone, pull out your books and turn to page 315, the Sealed Lip Charm."
Lila glanced at Caitie who was grinning wickedly.
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As Hermione Potter drove down the busy Massachusetts street, she wondered for the millionth time if she had done the right thing. Her and Harry had always wanted to visit America, and when Lila had been only three, they got their chance. Ron and Lavender were taking their son, Joss, who was the same age as Lila, to Boston to visit Percy, Penelope and their daughter, Caitie. Ginny had also been planing to go with Seamus and their son, Tucker. So, Harry, being the adventurer that he always was, made plans to go with them all. When Dumbledore, still a close friend of Harry's, heard their destination, he told them The Ministry of Magic was building another school, this time in Boston. The headmaster was going to be a good friend of his, William Van Briggle. The school was to be called Van Briggle's Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Well, after staying a month in Brookline, a city right outside of Boston, the three familles decided to move there permanently. The kids would have a school to attend and it would be the adventure of a life time. So here they were. But was it really the right thing to do? Hermione thought. Would Lila, Tucker, Joss and even Caitie, all be happier in England while attending Hogwarts? Would us adults be happier too? But Hermione knew the answer as well as anyone. America was great and Van Briggle's was just as magical as Hogwarts, despite the fact that it wasn't a boarding school. Hermione sighed and relaxed a bit. I'm such a worrywart. And besides, doesn't everything happen for a reason? Comforted by this thought, she concentrated on getting to Van Briggle's in time to pick up the four demon-ahem, kids. What, can I say? she thought with a smile. They're teenagers.
"Joss, would you hurry up! All we're doing is driving home, you're hair doesn't have to be perfect!" Caitie yelled into the boy's bathroom.
"You never know who we'll see!" he yelled back.
"Yeah, I'm sure we're gonna see Limp friggn' Bizkit."
"Really Joss." Lila chimed in." You spend more time fixing your hair then I do. It's unhealthy!"
"Tucker, would you go in there and get him?" Tucker looked up at her from where he was sitting on the floor, prodding his shoe laces with his wand.
"No."
"Oh come ON." she said exasperatedly, hulling him to his feet. "I'd go in there myself if weren't for the spells put on it to keep girls out."
"This is the exact reason why they did it!" Joss yelled from inside.
"Oh, shove it!" Caitie yelled back. She pushed Tucker into the bathroom, then turned to Lila, who was now leaning up against the wall with an amused smile.
"Well, they're defiantly your cousins." Caitie glared at her.
"Don't remind me." she said grimly.
"Hello girls." a voice said. "Waiting for someone?"
They turned to see their defense against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Lazarus, walking towards them. He could have been mistaken for a punk high school student. The tips of his brown hair were bleached blond and he had a small silver hoop in one ear. He was wearing a black wifebeater that accentuated his slightly muscular arms and chest, with baggy blue jeans. His dragon-hide combat boots clunked on the wood floor.
"Hey Professor." they said in unison.
"We're waiting for Tucker and Joss." Lila informed him and Caitie made a noise of detest. The professor grinned.
"Fixing their hair, huh?"
"Or disarming a nuclear bomb! They both take the same amount of time." Caitie moaned.
Lila looked over Prof. Lazarus's shoulder to see her mom walking down the hall.
"Hi Mom!" she called, waving.
"Hi." she said as the professor turned around.
"Hermione!" he exclaimed.
"Noah! How are you?"
"Hangin' in there. And yourself?"
"Pretty good."
The door to the boy's bathroom opened and Tucker came out, followed by Joss.
"Finally." Caitie muttered. "Can we go now?"
"Yes. It was nice seeing you again." Hermione said to the professor.
"You too. See you guys on Monday. Bye." he headed down the hall in the same direction he had come.
"Shotgun!" Tucker yelled, running for the doors.
"No way!" Joss cried, running after him and trying to tackle him. Hermione laughed while Caitie threw up her hands.
"Boys!" she said. Lila slid an arm around her shoulders.
"You know you love them." Caitie stopped for a moment.
"You're right."
"I know. Now lets go stop them from mutilating each other."
"Why? At least it'd be entertaining."
Now it was Lila's turn to throw her hands in the air.