A/N:The deal is this: I decided to stop being sad that someone's Lost Girl/Hogwarts cross-over was never going to be updated. I'm taking matters into my own hands. I'm not a writer. What the hell am I doing?

The first 4 chapters were written in the present tense. Subsequent chapters are written in the past tense to ease the flow. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1

The ceiling in the dining hall matched Bo's mood: dark. It's looked like that since Dumbledore left. Sometimes Bo can even feel droplets of icy rain falling on her. That's when she knows Umbridge must be up to her worst. Their enchanted sky tearing-up is the least of her worries since He came back. Looking up, Bo decides that if she lets sad magic get her more depressed than she already is, she wouldn't make it long. What a mess…

The clanking of silverware and loud chewing could only mean one thing. Still facing up, Bo greets her friend. "Hey, Kenzi."

"Hey bestie. Stop looking up already! Last time you got one of those magic raindrops in your eye, you couldn't stop listening to that sad music for hours."

Bo grabs a muffin and gives an extended stink-eye to Kenzi. "Hey, there were other things going on at the time too. No lemon in the wounds today. Okay, friend?"

They both know that enchanted rain wasn't the only reason Bo locked herself in her dorm and listened to Florence and the Machine for hours. It's been 3 weeks sine Lauren dumped Bo for Hermione. Bo had a feeling that Hermione was just trying to make Ron jealous by dating Lauren. When Hermione and Ron left, Bo knew immediately that the wizards were sure to hook up while on their mission looking for horcruxes. Still, it hurt thinking about Lauren being with Hermione even if it was temporary.

"I know what you're doing, Bo! Stop thinking about that Beech!" Kenzi yells with food in her mouth.

Bo, now smiling at her best friend, laughs. "Okay, okay."

"No laughing while I'm scolding you, Bo!" Kenzi said, her eyes now narrowed into slits.

Last week Professor McGonagall decided to teach Kenzi a lesson on proper language by casting a spell that forbids Kenzi to curse for fear of a piercing headaches…indefinitely. It has been some of the best comic relief Bo has had in a while. Watching her bestie make up tame versions of curse words is actually great fun.

"I'm sorry, Kenz. Really!" Bo couldn't keep a straight face though.

"Frack. Frack. Frack." Kenzi mumbles to herself.

"Thank god for sci-fi shows, right? Otherwise you'd have to make up all of your own cuss words." Bo said, now trying to cheer her friend.

"Yeah, yeah. Listen, did you check your coin?" Kenzi said, lowering her voice to a whisper.

"Yep, something to look forward to after Quiddich practice." Bo's voice is solemn now as she thinks of what she knows will happen. Dumbledore's Army couldn't shake off the sad today like it usually does.

Since Tamsin joined the Slytherin team, Gryffindor hasn't won a single match. She casts doubt on everyone in her way. Professor McGonagall tried to do something, but Umbridge wouldn't hear any of it. There isn't much fun to it anymore, but the games and practice are mandatory, and even worse; Bo realized that she enjoys the taunting from the Valkyrie. She doesn't dare mention it to Kenzi or Dyson except once when Bo asked if they knew of Valkyries having more powers than just casting doubt. They both gave her a funny look and thankfully changed subjects.

Bo, wondering to her self if she is more into S&M than she had previously thought, doesn't notice Dyson walking up. She hears a "Hi Kenzi" and looks up. He has that puppy-wolf face again. After her breakup with Lauren, Dyson has had an extra bounce to his step; it's very annoying.

"Hey, Dyson." Bo said, gathering her books

"Off so soon." Dyson, now looking disappointed, sits down anyway.

"Gotta get to practice. See you guys tonight."

"Bye Bo. Don't take any of that Valkyrie's boo shee, alright?"

"I'll do my best." What Bo was really trying to do was not laugh as she walks away. 'Boo shee' must be Kenzi's new 'bullshit' replacement since yesterday she discovered (the hard way) that BS still counts as a curse word.