Nicole looked out the train window at the passing towns, "I am seriously bored."
"Get laid?" TD suggested idly, turning the pages of her beloved Quibbler.
Nicola and Briellen sat up interested in this particular turn of the conversation. "Who's getting laid?" Briellen asked excitedly, reaching for her magical Video Camera, she had purchased in the Weasley twins new store (To which she was a frequent visitor; her friends believed this had nothing to do with the products in the store.
"No one," Isabel replied rudely. "No one, except me and Anie that is!" She grinned in Anie's direction.
Anie looked confused. "Since when was I getting any?"
Isabel smashed the seat angrily with her pale and delicate long fingered hands. "SINCE LAST NIGHT! Or don't you remember?"
As Anie giggled nervously, Nicola poked Isabel in the ribs and motioned at Briellen's Video Camera. "I haven't forgotten. In fact I will re-live it over and over."
TD looked up from her Quibbler, "Shut up already. I need to know how to banish a Mons Monster."
Looking around, Nicole realised there was only six of them. It took her a while to notice that Ivy's little head was not in the carriage. "Where's Ivy?"
Everyone shrugged, except Nicola, who was still too busy looking at TD's cheese. Being the only worried ones, Anie and Nicole set off down the train corridor in search of Ivy.
"We're nearly at school, I wonder where she went."
Anie stopped dead, and looked at Nicole with a horrified expression. "She's so small! What if someone stepped on her?"
Doubting this, and thinking Anie quite mad; Nicole ignored her politely and continued looking for Ivy. They searched endlessly, in every bin, in every pocket and under every seat – but Ivy was no where to be found. Finally, exhausted the pair retired to a nearby closet for a water break. Upon opening the closet door, Nicola and Isabel tumbled out to land at Anie and Nicole's feet.
Entirely unabashed and standing on Nicola's fingers, Isabel stood and regarded Anie and Nicole with a severe expression. "How dare you intrude?"
Nicola yelled in pain at her crushed fingers, and stabbed Isabel in the leg with a salad fork she just happened to be holding. Isabel pulled out her wand – pointed it at Nicola and yelled, "CRUCIO" Leaving Nicola on the floor writhing in pain she turned back to Nicole and Anie. "As I was saying…"
"Why were you in the closet?" Anie peered into the stale darkness of the train closet and sniffed around at the air. "IS THAT PASTA?"
Isabel gave Anie shifty eyes, and replied without much conviction…"Of course not."
Nicole helped Nicola to her feet and shoved Isabel to the side before searching the small dark closet. "IT IS PASTA! And…Ivy?" Hesitantly, Nicole yanked at something suspended on one of the coat-hangers. "Ivy! What have you done to her?"
Isabel and Nicola merely shrugged, "she makes good pasta."
"No," Isabel contradicted thoughtfully. "Nicole's mum makes good pasta. Oh my god, that pasta with the mutton, when the tomatoes are ripe and the mutton's nice and lean…" Isabel smacked her lips together, "they're so perky I love that."
"How did you know I had mutton pasta today? I haven't even taken out my lunch yet." Nicole momentarily forgot Ivy who was still suspended in mid-air.
Looking down at the floor Isabel muttered, "Because I ate it…" Nicole was outraged, Nicola was outraged, "You said you'd share!" Within moments the pair were tussling on the floor like a couple of house elves. Anie had left then to it and along with Nicole removed Ivy from the Imperius curse she had been placed under and dragged her back to their compartment.
Briellen motioned at Ivy, "This day just keeps getting weirder, what did they do to her this time?"
"Imperiused her, and made her make them pasta. You know what they're like." Nicole threw herself into one of the chairs and helped herself to Nicola's discarded pile of chocolate frogs. Anie started a game of exploding snap with Briellen, and TD yelled at them about needing quiet.
"Mons Monsters are quite dangerous – they make you itch quite terribly from what I've read."
"That's because Mons Monster is actually a code name for you know, lice downstairs. The quibbler hasn't quite caught onto that yet," scoffed Isabel, who had just entered alongside Nicola.
"Oh," said TD; watching Isabel Accio all the chocolate frogs away from Nicole.
"What do you do if they're downstairs? Call a witch exterminator?"
"You could say that, I like to call it my trusty razor-blade though."
"What does a razor-blade do if–"she paused, coming to a realization. "Oh!"
"You idiot."
Nicole peered out the window again, "It's starting to get dark. We should start getting changed."
Changing proved to be an issue. Isabel managed to get her foot stuck in a tie; which was conveniently around Nicole's neck. After ten to twenty minutes of arm flailing action the group managed to get un-tangled and dressed. During this time they also dressed the semi-conscious Ivy by shoving her arms through her robe sleeves and the tie onto her neck.
"You friggin' stepped on my face!" Nicole spat at Isabel.
Isabel nodded her head towards Nicole and brought out her wand, "I'd watch what I were saying if I were you"
Nicole whipped out her wand also and glared at Isabel. Frightened the rest of the group tried to tear them apart. "Come on guys, no fighting we have to go get a carriage." TD said impatiently.
One by one they stepped lightly onto the platform and were swept away by a swamp of students. Briellen immediately lost the group and wandered around the masses of students – hoping to find a carriage by herself. She squinted and looked around her hopefully, it was starting to get cold and Briellen's nose had become frighteningly close in colour to her hair. Briellen started to panic and looked around her again, but little did she know a certain red haired someone was staring at her from afar.
"Ron," said Hermione "what are you looking at? We're supposed to go and meet Harry." But Ron seemed not to hear her and stared after Briellen wistfully, clutching at the front of his pants.
Looking up from Ron's pants and spotting what he was looking at, Hermione screeched in his ear, "Stop that! Don't look at her! LOOK AT ME!"
But Ron did not hear her unnaturally loud scream and was still staring at the flustered and lonely Briellen, who was beginning to cry.
The others didn't really notice the lack of golden red hair that Briellen added to the group. Anie and Ivy (who had recovered) did have that nagging feeling that they were forgetting something. They dismissed it however, deeming it the result of nerves they always seemed to get when returning to the school they all loved. They managed to find a carriage and shove TD inside before she realised that Isabel was practicing her 'Incendio' charm of her latest edition of the Quibbler. Inside the carriage they all enjoyed a bumpy ride, with a lot of head smacking on the roof and cursing from Nicola. Anyone who happened to be outside at the time must have been thinking a formidable Mons Monster inside of the carriage, along with the six girls.
When finally the joyful ride came to an end, the group thankfully jumped out, only to now trek through the night towards the castle doors. It was breathtaking; as usual. The castle was lit up by the thousands of candles burning brightly at each window. The group was surprisingly re-united with a sobbing Briellen who was murmuring something thickly about being groped by a giant squid.
Everybody walked in normally into the hall, except for Ivy who was being pushed in roughly by a particularly homicidal Isabel and Nicola. Upon reaching the Slytherin table, Isabel shoved Ivy so hard that she fell forwards and with a loud crack that echoed through the hall, broke her nose. Unfortunately for her the disturbance of her head hitting the seat upset candles hovering above. The candles then fell on Ivy's head, singeing off her hair; rendering her bald.
When McGonagall spotted this she rushed over to remedy the situation. With a casual flick of the wrist, Ivy's nose was repaired, the blood vanished but she said, "I don't know what to do about your hair Miss. Lam. You will have to go to Madam Pomfrey, but in the meantime." She flicked her wrist again, and a wig of curly black hair appeared. "This will have to do."
She turned to Isabel, "That's a detention for you Miss. Steele. I will see you in my office on Saturday. Also Miss. Lucena, Professor Snape requires you in detention also on Saturday. That will be all." She turned on her heel and with a flurry of skirts, left the group alone.
TD looked at Anie, a pink flush creeping up her neck, "what do you think he wants me for, I haven't done anything wrong."
"I suppose," said Nicole thoughtfully "he really took an interest in you – last year. You do remember of course, the love potion you made for your O.W.L's potions exam? He was really impressed; maybe he wants to talk to you about the grade?"
Nicole and Briellen giggled, making TD blush harder. "Yes, but he was cruel to me. I didn't even think he liked me in class."
"He's intrigued by you," said Isabel scornfully, as if she were pointing out the most obvious thing in the world. "It's the way these things go. Maybe if you get your head out of the Quibbler, you might be able to face a real Mons Monster someday."
"you're not funny Isabel," said Ivy seriously, sitting down at the Slytherin table and folding her arms across her chest.
"Oh shut up baldie," she snapped back, sitting down next to her and looking, expectantly at the silver plates willing them to fill up with food. Ivy fidgeted with her wig and shot Isabel and nasty look. Just as the rest of the group sat down, Dumbledore stood shakily and addressed the masses of students.
"Welcome to the new and welcome back to the old."
"See what you did?" Isabel whispered to Ivy. "You made us miss the sorting."
Ivy spun around, "So it's my fault? I just shoved myself into the chair did I? Broke my own nose?" She gave Isabel a disgusted look. "You make me sick."
Isabel smiled sweetly, "Why thank you, I do try my best."
"Isn't he supposed to be dead?" Nicole muttered to Briellen, across the table.
Briellen glanced at Dumbledore thoughtfully, "that's what I heard. I guess he's okay then."
"I guess…"
TD glanced up, "he looks a little weird to me…"
So he did. When Dumbledore stood and prepared himself to talk again, he did look strange. Sort of, jerky. He did not seem to blink, but he opened his arms wide and boomed loudly, "I hope you are all in excellent health. I am of course here to assure you that every person, creature and object are safe here at Hogwarts. Furthermore I would like to announce the arrival of Professor Fiennes, who will be taking up the post of Defence against the Dark Arts for this year. Welcome Professor!" A young brown haired man stood and blushed at an enthusiastic and loud round of applause from the female students and staff. He sat down and glanced at the group of Slytherin girls, who were eying him, appreciating his fine sense of dress.
Dumbledore had been in the process of instructing the students to quiet their talkative stomachs when his head dropped unrepentantly onto his chest. Weirdly enough, Dumbledore kept talking. A murmur came over the crowd and Isabel looked at Nicole with a shocked expression, "what's wrong with him?"
Nicole shrugged with her mouth open as Hagrid coughed loudly and glanced towards the ceiling. Dumbledore stopped speaking, laughed and with a very puppet stiff-like hand; picked fluff off his pinstriped robes and fluttered a hand at the crowd, "fluff gets into all sorts of things my dear children, including food. So snap it up before it does."
The plates in front of them immediately filled up and within moments, Nicola and Isabel were back for seconds. And no wonder, the food that immediately filled the hall made Nicole's mum's cooking seem like dog food. This food had a range of aromas and flavours so varied that Isabel wanted to eat everything there, including the tables.
When they were all conveniently stuffed, Dumbledore dismissed them all to their beds. The group went down to the dungeons to rest up for their first day back when a second year got in the way. Without waiting for him to move Nicole punched him hard in the face, knocking him backwards onto the floor; unconscious.
"Nicole," exclaimed Nicola, "you punched my second year! And he knew the password."
"How do you know that?" said Ivy.
"Legimency," Nicola replied happily, "now we would have to wait out here all night, were it not for me!" She pushed the pear on the bowl of fruit painting that was the entrance to the Slytherin common room. "Spindle legs!" She proclaimed and the painting swung forwards in admittance to reveal the black and green common room. A roaring black fire flecked with silver, was burning in the hearth as always.
The group threw themselves into the lounged and sighed. Ivy whipped out her timetable and groaned, "Double potions first tomorrow."
TD grinned, and Isabel mimicked her behind her back.
"I need sleep, goodnight all." Nicole yawned and wandered off to bed. One by one they drifted off to bed, leaving the flames burning out slowly until the last spark puffed out.
A/N: Sorry if the story isn't edit well, I'm having screen malfunctions, but bear with me. By the way, all of my friends really are as insane as this. I hope you liked the weirdo story
R&R people.