A/N: Hello there! So for the past year, I have been PMing with my best friend BethyQuake and we've somehow made this ongoing story. Now, we've decided to start uploading it. We work on this constantly and if it doesn't seem very good or extremely random right now it gets better, I promise. Please endure the weird and random beginning stuff. Aside from some of this being a little strange, I hope you enjoy this story.

Update: So, I decided to edit out the weird and unnecessary stuff before the actual story starts. Hopefully, it won't be as hard to get into as it was before.

"What? Am I sure? Of course I'm sure, you nitwit! I've got the clearance so I'm going to tell them now, idiot!" A man's low voice bellowed into the rotary dial phone as he spun 'round on the spinny chair that occupied his office. The man, whose name was Boss, had his happily coloured yellow hair neatly combed back and professional suit freshly pressed. He held an intimidating aura of authority and power. Well, he should, of course, as he was the boss of this realm.

Halting his spinning, he looked back down the phone to whoever he had been berating. Did I mention he also had an incredibly short temper.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going now." Boss dismissed, getting out of the chair and twirling the telephone cord around his finger. "Okay, bye mum!" Slamming the phone down, he walked briskly out of his office and right down the corridor that would take him to his consultants' quarters.

Boss found himself in a room painted blue. The shell-covered comforter of the twin bed placed in the corner of the room was perfectly made with a girl sitting on it with her headphones on, singing The Tragedy of Draco and Hermione loudly, obviously having a good time. She hadn't noticed Boss's entrance, much to Boss's annoyance. There was a hardcover copy of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix being clasped in her hands, covering her face as she read. Raising an eyebrow at the scene, Boss sighed and stepped further into the room, getting slightly irritated when the girl didn't respond.

"Two houses both alike in dignity! In fair Verona where we lay our scene! Romeo's a Slytherin, Juliet's a Gryffindor! Oh, besides it was meant to be! Who cares if she wears red and he wears green?!" She yelled, when Boss cleared his throat loudly.

Jumping off her bed and slipping into battle stance, she threw her headphones off, glaring at Boss.

Without the book obstructing the view of her, one could now see she had long and wavy dirty blonde hair that fell across her shoulders as she landed from her leap and blue eyes.

"What are you doing in my room, Boss?" She asked, her voice laced with annoyance. "Are you trying to rape me? I will kick you."

"No, Maread. (Pronounced Muh-rade) I have a mission for you." He sighs, beginning a swift stride towards another room, knowing Maread would follow.

"A mission?" She asked, slightly surprised. "Don't you want to send an actual agent for that?"

"All will be explained shortly." Boss stopped in front of a certain redhead's quarters, opening the door and pausing. Maread looked in before pausing as well.

The other girl's room was painted light green and adorned with silvery-grey carpets. It was all very cluttered with posters of various TV shows and movies donning her walls along with books and drawings strewn across her floor. On the carpet just in front of the door looked to be a devil trap painted in red and multiple other sigils painted elsewhere. Her comforter was also thrown onto the floor and on top of the bed was the redheaded girl they were looking for and a stuffed monkey. The loquacious girl was staring fixatedly at a computer and stroking a picture of Fred Weasley, while singing The OTP Song.

""Writing a fanfic in the middle of the night! 'Cause this will bring us closer, right? "You've never met them," the peasant cried. SHUT THE BEEP UP BITCH, DO YOU WANT TO DIE?!"

She spun toward Boss, ready to profess the next line of the song, but instead screamed, eyes widening, closed the laptop, and hugged it to her chest at the sight of the two intruders.

"You saw nothing!" She yelled, trying to sound threatening as her cheeks were painted with a pink blush.

Shaking off her usual weirdness, Boss said, "Bethany, I have something to tell you and Maread. Meet me in the briefing room in ten minutes."

"So, you want us to enter the Rowling dimension as exchange Beauxbatons students without telling anyone about anything outside of the time period or dimension?" Maread asked, disbelievingly. "Is that it? Are you sure you don't want to send, I don't know, actual agents? Is this portal even safe?"

Boss sighed, this was the eighth time they had gone over this. "Yes." He gestured to the glowing blue portal. "You just enter the gateway to the Rowling and you're there. It's not that hard to understand."

"But-" Maread began, before she was cut off as Bethany jumped head first into the portal, pulling Maread in with her. The portal closed behind them, leaving Boss alone. He rushed to Supervisor's office, checking the surveillance cameras to ensure the eccentric pair made it.

Boss watched the blue portal spit out the the two girls into The Leaky Cauldron with the formings of a grin.

He quickly regained his composure, putting the blank, disciplinarian facade back up, covering the almost smile.

"Perfect."

"With all due respect, sir, shouldn't we have given them some sort of instructions on what their mission actually is?" Supervisor suggested as he watched their coders writing them into the Rowling dimension's history.

"...Eh."