Bethany wants out of this nightmare, and the three friends aren't going to like how she gets it ...
Disclaimer - These characters don't belong to us, just having a little play...
Elizabeth's POV:
The room appeared to shiver, the walls fading away, and the sofa beneath me became hard. Wow, I thought, really must be sleep deprived. I closed my eyes for a moment, and then reopened them. This most certainly wasn't my living room anymore. We were sitting in a courtyard, surrounded by a stone building. The air was crisp, and there was snow on the ground.
"What the…" Sarah began, but the rest of the words eluded her. I tore my gaze away from our surroundings for a moment, discovering that Sarah was now sprawled over a patch of grass, no longer on the hideous red carpet of my lounge, and Jamie was sitting next to me on the stone seat. The couch had vanished completely.
"Weird dream," Jamie muttered.
"Yeah, especially since it's my dream," Sarah said, almost accusingly.
Two figures came into view across the courtyard and the three of us turned to stare at them. Sarah jumped to her feet, Jamie and I both went to stand up. My heart was pounding in my chest, wondering who these people were. They were dressed in long black robes, and that coupled with the fact that my house had just vanished, made me just a tad panicky. Sarah flew around, stared at us and mouthed "RUN!"
I couldn't find my legs, as much as I wanted to get out of there. Then Jamie grabbed my arm and whispered harshly "Look at them."
"What?! No, let's get out of …" Sarah demanded. I glanced at the figures again as they came into focus - dammit, I really needed to get some new glasses. I could make out the black cloaks, and then grey clothing beneath. As they came closer the v-neck jersey appeared, and then I saw one had on a pleated skirt and I turned to stare at Jamie my mouth hanging open.
"Is…that…?"
"Hogwarts uniforms," she said amazed.
Sarah halted at these words and turned to stare too.
"My god," she muttered. "What the…"
The two grew closer. The girl on the left had rather familiar looking bushy brown hair, while the boy on the right had trademark red.
"There you two are! Merlin, Professor Snape is having a hippogriff! Says he's going to get you expelled! And where are you uniforms?!"
Hermione was staring directly at Jamie and I.
"Uh…" Jamie gave me a glance.
"Um," I said, staring at Hermione, quite shocked. "Um, sorry. We'll go change."
"No time for that! You'd better come to class now!" She gave Sarah a glare. "Guess that's what you get, hanging around with Slytherins."
Jamie and I turned to stare at Sarah.
"What the…"
"Come on!" Hermione insisted, stalking back to the castle. Ron looked at Sarah with disgust, and followed Hermione. I looked at Sarah and she looked utterly confused.
"What am I supposed to do?" she squeaked.
"Just come with us. If you are a Slytherin Snape is hardly going to do anything to you," Jamie insisted.
"True," Sarah commented, and the three of us started after Hermione and Ron, keeping distant enough to talk. "How did we get here?"
"No time for that now, I think we had just better play along. Look, as soon as we get a chance we'll meet back here and talk," I said as we entered a long corridor, grateful for the warmth.
"Okay," she whispered, looking awfully pale.
"I guess we must be Gryffindor," Jamie said to me, as we turned a corner, hurrying a little more so as to not lose sight of Hermione.
"Yeah, I guess."
"You're right," Sarah said, coming around, "we had better just go along with this. I mean, how hard can it be, right? We've read all the books, watched the movies, heck, we probably know Hogwarts better than anyone." We continued down a set of stone steps, my heels clicking loudly.
"Yes, and if they think there's something odd going on with us, you know what will happen. We'll be locked up and accused of being of Voldemort's lot," I warned.
Hermione had come to a halt outside a large wooden door.
"Well, I guess I'll see you later…" Sarah said hesitantly, obviously not wanting to split up.
"Where are you going?" Hermione snapped at Sarah.
She looked at Jamie and I.
"Uh, class?" she asked quite innocently. I gave her a sharp look - nice way to not let them know!
"Don't get smart with me, Bethany! That's 10 points from Slytherin!"
Sarah gave us another look, utterly confused. "Well, I'll be going then…" she whispered, looking terrified as she turned to walk back along the corridor where we'd come from.
"Wrong way! You have potions as well!" Hermione announced, with a condescending look.
"Bloody Slytherins," Ron muttered to himself. Hermione cracked the door to the dungeon open and slowly crept in.
"Ah, Miss Granger, Mr Weasley, I see you've found your silly little class mates! Welcome, ladies, so nice of you to stop by. That'll be 10 points each from Gryffindor. You too, Weasley and Granger. Took your blessed time finding them, didn't you? Oh, and look, no uniforms! Well, there's another 20 points each. Care to take your seats? Of course, I could go on taking points all day if you wish…"
Sarah stood there awkwardly as Snape continued to glare at the rest of us, ignoring her late arrival and mufty clothing. Draco Malfoy was furiously indicating for her to come and sit next to him. Snape gave Sarah a confused glance and jerked his head towards the empty seat, motioning for her to sit down. Sarah gave us a scared look, but eventually swaggered up to Malfoy and seated herself.
I spotted two seats halfway up the class, and grabbed Jamie's arm, tugging her towards them. Snape glided over to the desk we sat at, looming over us.
"Oh, and Miss Black?"
Jamie looked at me, and I returned the look.
"Yes?" I piped up. Heck, it was a fifty-fifty chance.
Snape sneered. "We all know you can talk, Miss Simons, but I have been assured that Miss Black has her own voice."
"Yes?" Jamie whispered.
"Yes, SIR! Take that hunk of metal out of your face! Another twenty points! And the same for you, Miss Simons, since you can't stop your incessant babbling long enough for your friend to answer to her own name, pathetic as it is."
"Yes, Sir." Jamie began to fiddle with the ring in her eyebrow. She struggled for a few moments before it came free.
Snape gave us one last glare, before stalking back to the front of the class.
"Now, get on with your potions!"
I picked up a bottle from the table before us and whispered to Jamie
"Man, what an arse he is!"
"Course we know why…"
"Black. Your last name is Black! Girl, are you in for some serious crap," I teased, looking up at the black board and finding the first ingredient.
"Eek," Jamie whispered, "you're right. Could be another Black though…"
"I suppose…" I poured three drops of Dragons blood into the cauldron. "Pass me the phoenix feathers…"
"What are you doing? WE can't make potions!"
"What? It's just like Chemistry, we'll be sweet."
She passed the two feathers over and I dropped them in. "At least he has Alan Rickman's voice…"
"He has his body too," Jamie laughed at me.
"Eh, I'll have to live with that…"
Jamie burst into a giggling fit, unable to help herself.
"Miss Black, perhaps you would like to share what is so funny with the class?!" Snape was on his feet, his hands on his hips glaring at us.
I was starting to get a little irritated by his constant harassment of Jamie, and after all this had to be a dream.
"Well, actually, Sir, we were discussing Grey Undies."
The class snickered, not knowing what I was saying. Jamie, however gasped. Snape had turned a shade of red I wouldn't have thought was humanly possible.
"DETENTION MISS SIMONS!"
Disclaimer - These characters don't belong to us, just having a little play...
Elizabeth's POV:
The room appeared to shiver, the walls fading away, and the sofa beneath me became hard. Wow, I thought, really must be sleep deprived. I closed my eyes for a moment, and then reopened them. This most certainly wasn't my living room anymore. We were sitting in a courtyard, surrounded by a stone building. The air was crisp, and there was snow on the ground.
"What the…" Sarah began, but the rest of the words eluded her. I tore my gaze away from our surroundings for a moment, discovering that Sarah was now sprawled over a patch of grass, no longer on the hideous red carpet of my lounge, and Jamie was sitting next to me on the stone seat. The couch had vanished completely.
"Weird dream," Jamie muttered.
"Yeah, especially since it's my dream," Sarah said, almost accusingly.
Two figures came into view across the courtyard and the three of us turned to stare at them. Sarah jumped to her feet, Jamie and I both went to stand up. My heart was pounding in my chest, wondering who these people were. They were dressed in long black robes, and that coupled with the fact that my house had just vanished, made me just a tad panicky. Sarah flew around, stared at us and mouthed "RUN!"
I couldn't find my legs, as much as I wanted to get out of there. Then Jamie grabbed my arm and whispered harshly "Look at them."
"What?! No, let's get out of …" Sarah demanded. I glanced at the figures again as they came into focus - dammit, I really needed to get some new glasses. I could make out the black cloaks, and then grey clothing beneath. As they came closer the v-neck jersey appeared, and then I saw one had on a pleated skirt and I turned to stare at Jamie my mouth hanging open.
"Is…that…?"
"Hogwarts uniforms," she said amazed.
Sarah halted at these words and turned to stare too.
"My god," she muttered. "What the…"
The two grew closer. The girl on the left had rather familiar looking bushy brown hair, while the boy on the right had trademark red.
"There you two are! Merlin, Professor Snape is having a hippogriff! Says he's going to get you expelled! And where are you uniforms?!"
Hermione was staring directly at Jamie and I.
"Uh…" Jamie gave me a glance.
"Um," I said, staring at Hermione, quite shocked. "Um, sorry. We'll go change."
"No time for that! You'd better come to class now!" She gave Sarah a glare. "Guess that's what you get, hanging around with Slytherins."
Jamie and I turned to stare at Sarah.
"What the…"
"Come on!" Hermione insisted, stalking back to the castle. Ron looked at Sarah with disgust, and followed Hermione. I looked at Sarah and she looked utterly confused.
"What am I supposed to do?" she squeaked.
"Just come with us. If you are a Slytherin Snape is hardly going to do anything to you," Jamie insisted.
"True," Sarah commented, and the three of us started after Hermione and Ron, keeping distant enough to talk. "How did we get here?"
"No time for that now, I think we had just better play along. Look, as soon as we get a chance we'll meet back here and talk," I said as we entered a long corridor, grateful for the warmth.
"Okay," she whispered, looking awfully pale.
"I guess we must be Gryffindor," Jamie said to me, as we turned a corner, hurrying a little more so as to not lose sight of Hermione.
"Yeah, I guess."
"You're right," Sarah said, coming around, "we had better just go along with this. I mean, how hard can it be, right? We've read all the books, watched the movies, heck, we probably know Hogwarts better than anyone." We continued down a set of stone steps, my heels clicking loudly.
"Yes, and if they think there's something odd going on with us, you know what will happen. We'll be locked up and accused of being of Voldemort's lot," I warned.
Hermione had come to a halt outside a large wooden door.
"Well, I guess I'll see you later…" Sarah said hesitantly, obviously not wanting to split up.
"Where are you going?" Hermione snapped at Sarah.
She looked at Jamie and I.
"Uh, class?" she asked quite innocently. I gave her a sharp look - nice way to not let them know!
"Don't get smart with me, Bethany! That's 10 points from Slytherin!"
Sarah gave us another look, utterly confused. "Well, I'll be going then…" she whispered, looking terrified as she turned to walk back along the corridor where we'd come from.
"Wrong way! You have potions as well!" Hermione announced, with a condescending look.
"Bloody Slytherins," Ron muttered to himself. Hermione cracked the door to the dungeon open and slowly crept in.
"Ah, Miss Granger, Mr Weasley, I see you've found your silly little class mates! Welcome, ladies, so nice of you to stop by. That'll be 10 points each from Gryffindor. You too, Weasley and Granger. Took your blessed time finding them, didn't you? Oh, and look, no uniforms! Well, there's another 20 points each. Care to take your seats? Of course, I could go on taking points all day if you wish…"
Sarah stood there awkwardly as Snape continued to glare at the rest of us, ignoring her late arrival and mufty clothing. Draco Malfoy was furiously indicating for her to come and sit next to him. Snape gave Sarah a confused glance and jerked his head towards the empty seat, motioning for her to sit down. Sarah gave us a scared look, but eventually swaggered up to Malfoy and seated herself.
I spotted two seats halfway up the class, and grabbed Jamie's arm, tugging her towards them. Snape glided over to the desk we sat at, looming over us.
"Oh, and Miss Black?"
Jamie looked at me, and I returned the look.
"Yes?" I piped up. Heck, it was a fifty-fifty chance.
Snape sneered. "We all know you can talk, Miss Simons, but I have been assured that Miss Black has her own voice."
"Yes?" Jamie whispered.
"Yes, SIR! Take that hunk of metal out of your face! Another twenty points! And the same for you, Miss Simons, since you can't stop your incessant babbling long enough for your friend to answer to her own name, pathetic as it is."
"Yes, Sir." Jamie began to fiddle with the ring in her eyebrow. She struggled for a few moments before it came free.
Snape gave us one last glare, before stalking back to the front of the class.
"Now, get on with your potions!"
I picked up a bottle from the table before us and whispered to Jamie
"Man, what an arse he is!"
"Course we know why…"
"Black. Your last name is Black! Girl, are you in for some serious crap," I teased, looking up at the black board and finding the first ingredient.
"Eek," Jamie whispered, "you're right. Could be another Black though…"
"I suppose…" I poured three drops of Dragons blood into the cauldron. "Pass me the phoenix feathers…"
"What are you doing? WE can't make potions!"
"What? It's just like Chemistry, we'll be sweet."
She passed the two feathers over and I dropped them in. "At least he has Alan Rickman's voice…"
"He has his body too," Jamie laughed at me.
"Eh, I'll have to live with that…"
Jamie burst into a giggling fit, unable to help herself.
"Miss Black, perhaps you would like to share what is so funny with the class?!" Snape was on his feet, his hands on his hips glaring at us.
I was starting to get a little irritated by his constant harassment of Jamie, and after all this had to be a dream.
"Well, actually, Sir, we were discussing Grey Undies."
The class snickered, not knowing what I was saying. Jamie, however gasped. Snape had turned a shade of red I wouldn't have thought was humanly possible.
"DETENTION MISS SIMONS!"