*NOTE* I don't take any responsibility for any of these characters. These
characters are not mine, but mostly taken from J.K. Rowlings Harry Potter
series, as well as a few added of my own. Enjoy. OOO!!! Reviews! I can
always use some reviews...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LORD OF THE RINGS ROCKS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dean Thomas clapped his sister Anna on the back for the third time that night.
"Congrat's on becoming a Griffindor!" he said again.
Anna looked at him and gave him the evil eye; green eyes meeting brown.
"Do that again, and you'll be sorry."
"Well, I've missed having you to bug. And now, thanks to the sorting hat, I won't have to worry about being bored."
"Just because I'm in the fourth year at Hogwarts does not mean that I have to take the pranks that you 6th years so childishly play," she said, twirling a piece of her shoulder-length blonde hair around her index finger. "I'm going to bed."
"BUT THE PARTY'S DOWN HERE! You never go to bed early! What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing- HALF- Brother. I'm just tired." With that said, Anna went up the stairs and sat on the top which enabled her to view the festivities without being seen. How she wished to be down there in the midst of it all. She loved parties. 'No matter,' she thought, 'I have work to do.'
With that thought in mind, she went into the fourth years dormitory and eyed the room cautiously. Empty. 'Good' she thought.
She marched over to her trunk and opened the padlock on it. A muffled mumbling could be heard emerging from underneath the clothing in the cramped trunk. The clothing fell off as a figure sat up cursing in a Canadian accent, gasping for air.
"What took you so damn long?" gasped the figure. "And when was the last time you people aired out that trunk? It smells like Lysol."
"Sorry, Chime. But it was your idea to hide in there in the first place," countered Anna in her equally Canadian Accent. "Besides, I can't very well walk out of the feast saying 'sorry, but my friend is stuck in a trunk in my room. I'll be right back.' It doesn't work that way."
"Well, the least you could have done is given me some food... And I'm betting that you weren't even thinking of me to bring up some of the feast. I'm starving," said Chime, as her stomach agreed with a deep growl. She slowly climbed from the box shakily.
"Oh, You mean this?" said Anna, pulling a few napkin-wrapped packages from under her robe.
"Oh... Thanks," said the brown-haired girl sheepishly as she took the carefully wrapped bundles and sat on Anna's bed. "So what are we going to do, now that I'm in?"
"Well, I thought that you would know what to do, seeing as how it was your idea to come to school with me!" yelled Anna, getting annoyed.
"It's not MY fault that you told me about Hogwarts. It's not MY fault that you told my parents that I ran away."
"All right, all right. Well, you're here, so we can't really do anything about that, but I can't hide you forever. We really didn't think this out. I wonder. They all say that Harry Potter and Dumbledore are close. No one speaks ill of Dumbledore, so I'm wondering if he'd understand? I mean, Dumbledore WAS nice enough to allow me to transfer from BeauxBatons to here, so maybe he won't have a problem with a new student? Maybe he'd let you stay. The most he could do is send you home, but I doubt he'd do that...maybe..."
"Don't be such an ass. He can't send me home. I'm 16."
"So? I'm 15!"
"I'd rather be arrested and sent home than not see this place. He can't take what I'm going to see from me. I still can't believe that you're a witch. I wish I was a witch. Then maybe I'd be able to go places without money or a passport... or maybe I'd zap up some HOT food... Ah the life I'd live."
"Hello? Back to Reality! We have to solve this problem now!"
"Oh. Yeah. Let's go see Dumbledore," an annoyed Chime said. She got up and walking towards the door, opened it and held it open in welcome invitation for Anna to lead the way.
"Good. I just hope that I don't get into too much trouble for any of this," Anna said as she stepped out the door.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LORD OF THE RINGS ROCKS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dean Thomas clapped his sister Anna on the back for the third time that night.
"Congrat's on becoming a Griffindor!" he said again.
Anna looked at him and gave him the evil eye; green eyes meeting brown.
"Do that again, and you'll be sorry."
"Well, I've missed having you to bug. And now, thanks to the sorting hat, I won't have to worry about being bored."
"Just because I'm in the fourth year at Hogwarts does not mean that I have to take the pranks that you 6th years so childishly play," she said, twirling a piece of her shoulder-length blonde hair around her index finger. "I'm going to bed."
"BUT THE PARTY'S DOWN HERE! You never go to bed early! What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing- HALF- Brother. I'm just tired." With that said, Anna went up the stairs and sat on the top which enabled her to view the festivities without being seen. How she wished to be down there in the midst of it all. She loved parties. 'No matter,' she thought, 'I have work to do.'
With that thought in mind, she went into the fourth years dormitory and eyed the room cautiously. Empty. 'Good' she thought.
She marched over to her trunk and opened the padlock on it. A muffled mumbling could be heard emerging from underneath the clothing in the cramped trunk. The clothing fell off as a figure sat up cursing in a Canadian accent, gasping for air.
"What took you so damn long?" gasped the figure. "And when was the last time you people aired out that trunk? It smells like Lysol."
"Sorry, Chime. But it was your idea to hide in there in the first place," countered Anna in her equally Canadian Accent. "Besides, I can't very well walk out of the feast saying 'sorry, but my friend is stuck in a trunk in my room. I'll be right back.' It doesn't work that way."
"Well, the least you could have done is given me some food... And I'm betting that you weren't even thinking of me to bring up some of the feast. I'm starving," said Chime, as her stomach agreed with a deep growl. She slowly climbed from the box shakily.
"Oh, You mean this?" said Anna, pulling a few napkin-wrapped packages from under her robe.
"Oh... Thanks," said the brown-haired girl sheepishly as she took the carefully wrapped bundles and sat on Anna's bed. "So what are we going to do, now that I'm in?"
"Well, I thought that you would know what to do, seeing as how it was your idea to come to school with me!" yelled Anna, getting annoyed.
"It's not MY fault that you told me about Hogwarts. It's not MY fault that you told my parents that I ran away."
"All right, all right. Well, you're here, so we can't really do anything about that, but I can't hide you forever. We really didn't think this out. I wonder. They all say that Harry Potter and Dumbledore are close. No one speaks ill of Dumbledore, so I'm wondering if he'd understand? I mean, Dumbledore WAS nice enough to allow me to transfer from BeauxBatons to here, so maybe he won't have a problem with a new student? Maybe he'd let you stay. The most he could do is send you home, but I doubt he'd do that...maybe..."
"Don't be such an ass. He can't send me home. I'm 16."
"So? I'm 15!"
"I'd rather be arrested and sent home than not see this place. He can't take what I'm going to see from me. I still can't believe that you're a witch. I wish I was a witch. Then maybe I'd be able to go places without money or a passport... or maybe I'd zap up some HOT food... Ah the life I'd live."
"Hello? Back to Reality! We have to solve this problem now!"
"Oh. Yeah. Let's go see Dumbledore," an annoyed Chime said. She got up and walking towards the door, opened it and held it open in welcome invitation for Anna to lead the way.
"Good. I just hope that I don't get into too much trouble for any of this," Anna said as she stepped out the door.