The Ministry Of Magic

I walk down the hallway of Ellie's house, behind Eleanor. She turns the corner towards the toilet, with her apple juice in her hand. I look around the corner and scream at what I see. Mr Frost, in his prim white shirt and long back tie is standing where Ellie should be, sipping Ellie's apple juice casually.

"What are you doing here? Where's Eleanor? Why have you got her juice?" I exclaim.

"Uh.. well… they don't allow juice in the Ministry of Magic and Eleanor's heading there now," he replies, turning to look at the toilet. I see Eleanor spiralling down with a mad grin on her face. Mr Frost takes another sip of her juice.

"So I decided to take it off her hands," he finishes. He sculls the rest of the juice and drops the glass on the floor.

"Well, goodbye." He coolly strides down the hallway, and I follow him to see what he's doing. I see him put a coin in a small tin by the door, then waltz out. I rush to see the tin. On the side, it says 'Toll for using our portal to Ministry of Magic'. I hurry to the front window and pull the curtain aside. I see him waltzing down the driveway. He takes a few steps, then morphs into a black wolf. He bounds down the street. I scream and run back to Eleanor's room, sitting on her beanbag, terrified. I hear another flush, expecting to see Eleanor, but once again, I scream at what I see. Mr Pedrick is casually staring at the glass Mr Frost left there. His creepy hazel eyes turn to me, and he smiles wolfishly.

"Hello, sweetheart, I'd love to chat, but I have to go," he says loftily, then runs down the hallway. I chase after him to see what he does, and places a coin in the tin. He follows the same path as Mr Frost, and at the bottom of the driveway he trips. As he rolls back over, he morphs into a golden wolf, racing after Mr Frost. Now completely freaked out, I race back to Eleanor's room. Once again, I hear the toilet flush. This time I'm sure it's going to be Eleanor. I refrain from screaming again, but only just. Mr Brown pushes past me, nodding and saying, "Isabel," as he does. He pays his coin, but this time, at the bottom of the driveway, instead of morphing into mighty wolf, he changes into an extremely fat puppy. He tries to contain his boundaries, then rolls down the road after Mr Frost and Mr Pedrick.

Once I'm in Eleanor's room, I hear the toilet flush again. But I'm too scared to see who it is. Eleanor walks into the room, dripping wet, with a big black cloak on.

"Where have you been?" I exclaim.

"The Ministry of Magic, of course," she replies, obviously expecting me to know.

"Did you know that Mr Frost and Mr Pedrick are werewolves?" I say.

"Well of course!" she exclaims.

"Are you a werewolf too?"

"Of course not. I'm the High Warlock of Brooklyn!" she shouts zealously.

"But isn't that Magnus Bane?" I question.

"It was, but I killed him," she replies, waving her wand around for emphasis.

"NO! NOT MAGNUS!" I cry. The toilet flushes again, and a sparkling Magnus Bane strides into the room.

"She's joking, darling," he says. He changes into a kitten, leaving a pile of glittering clothes on the floor. In cat form, he leaps up into a poster of calico kitten on Eleanor's bedroom wall. It ripples, then becomes still, engulfing Magnus. I'm about to scream again, but then I wake up. I'm lying on a fold out bed in Eleanor's room, glaring around the dark room. It's just a dream, I think. But then I hear the toilet flush. I choke back a scream, and a strangled noise comes out. Eleanor strides into the room groggily, and I sigh in relief, lying back down as she walks over to the cupboard. She opens the door, climbing in.

"Where are you going?" I ask frantically. And with a wave of her hand, she replies,

"To Narnia, of course!"

Hey! Ellebelle here with a strange crossover of stuff named the Crazy Crossover Chronicles! This can be known as the CCC btw. Ellie277 and Issy are writing this together on our shared account.

Now, we don't own any of the characters in this like Magnus Bane, or the ministry of magic etc. Just saying.

Hope you liked the first chapter!