Giddy Brew

Chapter One: Perfect Saints

By: Jondy Macmillan

A/N: Finally got around to revising this. This is the first revised chapter- I haven't done the rest yet!!!!

Disclaimer: Characters in this story are of my own creation, however Hogwarts and any of the other characters you may recognize from the Harry Potter books (Minerva McGonagall, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, etc) are obviously NOT mine. They belong to JK Rowling, who I one day aspire to become. Kidding, kidding. Anyway, the characters and plot are mine, you steal them I might have to track you down and injure you in some way. I have the means and determination to do so. Don't steal!


"No way! Dark Symphony is so much better than The Black Orbit!" Serendipity Watson protested indignantly. Her best friends, Prue Gelliston and Elanore Kingston exchanged eye rolls. Everyone knew Serendipity carried a torch for Dark Symphony's lead singer.

It was weird, Prue reflected, sprawled out on Serendipity's blue velvet sheets, that they were discussing bands like normal teenagers. In fact, Prue, Serendipity, and Elanore were not normal in the least. They attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and to the rest of the world might appear as abnormal as could be. The muggle world, that is. Muggles were non-magical people. Many magical folk were pure-blooded, although the number became less and less as years passed. Pure blooded wizards and witches looked down on muggle born wizards and witches. Hogwarts was actually one of the only magical academies of its kind that accepted muggle born talent with open arms. This was lucky, because if they hadn't, Prue never would have been where she was.

Now that Prue had been at Hogwarts for six years, she knew what to expect, including the prejudices of fellow students. Luckily, she had befriended Elanore and Serendipity, both pure bloods as well as fantastic friends. They were all in Ravenclaw, a house for the cleverest students in Hogwarts. They all shared one large room in the Ravenclaw dorm with two other girls; Antoinetta Feehan and Seprie Diesel. Currently, Antoinetta was down in the common room, entertaining aforementioned singer of Dark Symphony, a seventh year boy named Orpheus Vaughn. Seprie was most likely drooling over her shoulder.

Prue, Serendipity, and Elanore chose to stay in their room and gawk at his gorgeous voice instead. Smirking, Elanore asked, "Sere, I'm sorry, but The Black Orbit is quite possibly the best band ever. Orpheus is a total hottie, I'll admit, but have you seen Casey Hargrove?"

Groaning, Prue buried her face in the bed, "Elanore, I thought we weren't going to mention Casey. I mean, it's only the second day of our sixth year. Let's not start out badly by talking about him."

Casey Hargrove was the guitarist of The Black Orbit, Dark Symphony's rival band. He was actually in Ravenclaw as well, in the same year as the three girls. He slept in the room across the hall with five other boys. Two of which, combined with Casey were the bane of Prue's existence.

Teachers called Prue, Serendipity, and Elanore the 'Saints', which was easier to say than "Watson, Kingston, Gelliston, what are you up to now?"

Bobby Stone, one of the five plagues of the girls' lives preferred to call them the Stoners. He was joined by Frank Wakefield, Quant Phantom, Sylvester Ridley, and of course, Casey Hargrove. Frank was actually a Gryffindor, as was Quant. Their little group was known around school as the Icemen when people wanted to be polite.

The Saints and the Icemen were constantly at odds, trying to see who could rack up the most detentions or pull off the most tricks without getting caught. Sometimes it wouldn't be about making mischief. They also liked to compete in Quidditch and in academics. Currently, both groups were tied inthis unspoken competition. The situation wasn't helped by the fact that Casey had decided to help Prue with Astronomy last year and was spotted by Reese O'Malley, the biggest gossip at Hogwarts. And she was only a third year now. It wasn't like they'd been doing anything. He had taken her hand and made her point out the North Star's alignment with Pluto, a hard configuration. Reese had just blown the thing way out of proportion. Then Casey had told Hogwarts' entire great hall that Reese's accusation was true.

Elanore found the whole thing amusing, but she already had a sort of boyfriend, in Hufflepuff. His name was Rufus Orlando, and he was Orpheus's best friend. Prue was admittedly jealous. Even though Elanore insisted they were just friends (They had grown up next door to each other), the chemistry between them was obvious. Sparks everywhere. The two were a cute couple; Elanore with her long glossy black hair, streaked electric blue by a misguided spell, violet eyes gleaming mischievously behind pale skinned eyelids. Rufus had chocolate skin and short black hair coupled with intelligent almond shaped eyes. They looked perfect together.

The same spell Elanore had used also touched Prue, originally a brunette, her long hair was bleached white blonde on the surface with darker brunette bits sticking out underneath. She had freckled skin that still held a bit of bronze pigment from the summer hols and sharp green eyes. She'd been told she had a nice smile, but when Prue looked in the mirror, all she saw was a small mouth and not quite straight teeth.

Serendipity was the natural looking one. She had a clear peach complexion to offset her wide baby blues and fiery, pepper red curls. The Watsons were a rich family, with connections to the ministries of magic in over eight countries. The Kingstons were more normal, although Elanore's mother owned a small perfume shop that sold exotic fragrances which had left them rather well off. Prue's parents lived on opposite sides of the world. Her dad was an archaeologist, digging in South America while her mother worked in a muggle embassy in Russia. They hardly ever spoke to each other.

"Oh saintly ones!" Serendipity giggled when she heard Frank's voice at the door. Decisively, Elanore got up and opened it as quietly as she could. The door was kind of strange. It swung outward instead of inward, and made a satisfying noise when it hit Frank head on in the face.

"That was so uncalled for," Sylvester Ridley observed, hiding a grin. Casey was laughing loudly with Bobby. Quant held a mask of cool perfection. The five boys were most likely some of the cutest in school, and Prue supposed the girls should have considered themselves lucky to be across the hall from them. She supposed being the operative word.

Frank and Bobby were blonde, one with dark blue eyes and a crew cut, the other with icy, glacial orbs shaded by his wavy golden tresses. Casey had spiky orange hair, the color of flames, which was actually his natural color. His eyes were deep blue, dark, and stormy. Quant's hair was black, tied in a loose ponytail near his neck, and his eyes were brilliant green in color. Sylvester was a normal brunette, with a wave of chestnut curls and cinnamon doe eyes. Sometimes he looked just like a small animal you felt the need to kick.

"What do you want?" Elanore asked in an irritated voice, raising an eyebrow when Casey stepped on Frank's back to get in the door. Poor boy had fallen and didn't seem to be able to get back up.

"You three lovely goddesses to join me in the common room," Casey replied smoothly.

"Is Antoinetta gone?" Serendipity asked, wrinkling her nose, "I really don't like that girl."

"The exquisite Antoinetta and Seprie have accompanied Mister Vaughn and crew down to the dining hall. Singing," Sylvester added with a grimace. Antoinetta and Seprie weren't known for their voices.

"Ah, don't listen to him Sere," Prue tried to soothe Serendipity, who looked like she might cry, "I bet Orpheus doesn't even notice they're there."

"Actually," Bobby started conversationally, "He had his arm around Seprie…oops!"

Bobby obviously hadn't noticed how upset Serendipity was until the second she lunged at him, wand raised.

"Sealipificus," She cried, a blue beam of light blasting from the tip of her white oak wand. Finding his lips knitting themselves shut, Bobby proceeded to flap his arms in protest. No one paid him any attention.

"Wow, you really do fancy Vaughn, don't you?" Casey looked at Bobby in amazement, ducking behind Quant in case she decided to retaliate. Quant raised an eyebrow at his friend's complete lack of bravado.

"Why do we have to go down to the common room," changing the subject, Prue looked at him suspiciously, "What do you guys have planned?"

"You sound like Professor Snips," Casey countered, standing straight as a board in an imitation of the Transfiguration professor, Chelsie Snips, "Hargrove! Wakefield! Stone! Ridley! What mischief are you causing? Honestly, every single day boys? Fifty points from Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. And Ms. Watson, what do you think you're doing? If I see you turn around again, I'll take ten more from Ravenclaw. I've never seen a single class cause so much trouble. Gelliston!"

Elanore laughed, "Notice I never get in trouble. Neither does Quant, for that matter."

"Yeah," Sylvester glared at the dark haired boy, "Why is that?"

Shrugging, Quant replied, "I have all the professors under my thrall."

"Ooh, yeah. Quant's got those gorgey green eyes, doesn't he?" Frank batted his eyelashes like a girl having a seizure.

"You idiot," Prue smacked his head.

"Ow! That's sensitive, Gelliston. What, you batter my face and now my skull is up for grabs?" Frank demanded.

"Hey, how come your beds are so fluffy?" Unbeknownst to the girls, Casey had snuck past them and was perched on Prue's bed, bouncing up and down.

"Casey, get off!" Prue shrieked.

"Yeah Hargrove, no snogging till later," Sylvester snickered. Rolling his eyes, Quant helped Serendipity and Elanore pull Prue off Casey before she managed to hurt the redhead.

"Sylvester Ridley, I know your mother," Prue growled in reply, struggling in Quant's arms.

"She's as dirty as I am," Sylvester replied easily, "Where do you think I learned it all?"

"Come on already," Quant drawled, lifting Prue up into his arms and sweeping them down to the common room, the rest of the group following. Casey was clutching a bloody scratch near his eyebrow.

The place was empty; during dinnertime it usually was. Sitting down by the fire, everyone scooted as close to the blazing warmth as they could.

"You know, Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw is in a few weeks," Bobby began amiably, once Quant had made sure Prue wouldn't attack Casey again. He had tied her wrist to one of the plush blue chairs. She gave him her nastiest glare in return for the favor.

Quidditch. Serendipity, Prue, and Bobby were all on the Ravenclaw team; Sere was keeper, Prue a beater, and Bobby a chaser. Frank was one of Gryffindor's beaters. He and Prue had a few interesting matches over the years. In one, she had broken her arm due to Frank's bad aim; in another he had fractured his jaw due to hers. They could get pretty vicious, but still they remained on good terms. That was the great thing about the game.

"Gryffindor's going to lose," Casey said confidently.

"Says who?" Frank shot back, "We have a great team this year. We have a history of great teams you know. I mean come on- we've had a twenty year winning streak; with captains like Oliver Wood, Harrison Bentley, and Ezekiel Nathensen…and of course moi."

If anyone noticed the one winning captain missing, they didn't say anything. Instead, Elanore asked, "Ooh, Ezekiel was that hot guy who graduated two years ago, wasn't he?"

"Mmm hmm," Prue responded, "Remember the teams they had? All those hot guys…Trent and Cameron Gilmore, Ezekiel..."

"Xyla," Sylvester added. Xyla had been the Ravenclaw captain two years ago, Trent the Hufflepuff, his brother Cameron was Slytherin's, and Ezekiel was Gryffindor's. Prue shot him a dirty look, "What, girls are the only ones allowed to drool?"

"Yes," Serendipity piped in, "Because guys are pigs and we're not. We look for the beauty in another's soul."

"I look for beauty. Aesthetic beauty. Chest, legs, they're beautiful things. Anyway, I have a beautiful soul. Does that mean you'll date me?"

Serendipity laughed loudly, and Sylvester pouted, "See?"

"I think that's her way of saying not a chance in hell," Casey patted his back in sympathy, "Don't worry, I heard that Matilda robins thinks you're pretty cute."

That put the grin back on Sylvester's face. Prue looked at him disgustedly, "Matilda? Her eyes are crooked."

"Well, unless you have a better option…" Sylvester glanced at her sweetly. Serendipity broke out laughing again. Prue looked like she wanted to vomit, but couldn't really move. Quant had tied her hand really tightly. She was starting to lose circulation.

"Why are we down here, anyway? Certainly not to talk about how badly we'll destroy Frank's team in a few weeks."

Bobby shook his head before Frank could protest, "Nah. We've got something to show you."

"If it has to do with nudity, I'm out," Elanore drawled, probably recalling their encounter in the prefects bathroom. The Saints and the Icemen had sneaked in the same night. Luckily, the Saints had worn their bathing suits. Unfortunately for the Icemen, who had already been undressed and swimming around in strawberry bubbles.

"So you did steal our clothes!" Casey accused.

Elanore grinned, "My lips are sealed."

"You bint! Do you know that I had to stare at Bobby's naked bum the entire way back to the common room? And then the fat lady couldn't tear her eyes from our-"

"There's time for revenge later boys," Bobby interrupted, "And I have a great idea. But like I said, later. Now we have to show them this."

Giving Casey a look, Bobby tapped a brick near the bottom of the fireplace with his wand. Nothing happened at first, a few seconds passed where Serendipity, Prue, and Elanore stared at the wall expectantly, skeptically. But then, the brick slid forward, revealing a symbol emblazoned on the top of the chalky gray stone. The symbol was intriguing; a straight line that curled into a spiral then back into a triangle which overlapped the line and wound back into another form. It didn't look like anything the girls had ever seen.

Smiling wickedly, Sylvester brought his wand forward, tracing the symbol's intricate lines with the tip. It started to glow a soft silver hue, followed by a brilliant white. Then the whole world seemed to tremor, or at least the room did, and the fireplace shook free of the wall. It swung out, like a door, ornate bronze furnishings and all, revealing a black void behind it.

"What is it?" Prue asked in awe, "A secret passage?"

Casey nodded, eyes meeting hers. She blushed and looked away, trying to avoid his gaze. For the past six years, Prue had told herself she hated Casey. And she had, ever since he had walked into her compartment on the Hogwarts Express first year and told her there was something wrong with her ears. He said they stuck out too much. She had been in competition with him ever since, at least until two years ago when she had noticed his more masculine attributes. Sometimes, she thought if Reese hadn't butted in that night on the astronomy tower, something might have happened between them. And she hated herself for wanting it so much.

"It leads…well, we're actually not sure where it leads," Bobby laughed self consciously, "We wanted to wait for you three."

"…Why?" Serendipity asked bluntly. Prue and Elanore wanted the answer to that question as well. Why would the Icemen want their help?
"This is a trick, isn't it?" Elanore glared at the boys, "You're going to push us in there and close the fireplace back up. How stupid do you think we are?"

"Pretty-ack," clutching his side, where Quant had just kicked him, Casey reworded what he had been going to say, "Not at all. We're serious about this."

"And scared of the dark, obviously," Prue muttered.

"No, we're not scared. We just wanted to share. Maybe call a truce? Think about it, the Saints and the Icemen, in one big gang. We'd be the best thing since Fred and George Weasley." Those two were legends around Hogwarts. Frank, who had just spoken, positively worshipped the two boys, even though it had been over twenty years since they had attended Hogwarts.

"You mean join forces?" It was ridiculous, Prue thought. It was crazy. It would terrify the teachers. Personally, she knew they would never beat the Weasleys, who had done it all, with only two people, discounting their accomplice Lee Jordan, "What would we call ourselves? The Ice-Saints?"

The queerness of the name was overwhelming, "No, more like the…uh…I hadn't really thought about it," admitted Bobby.

"Just like the Icemen, hunh? You've got to admit, it sounds sort of odd," Elanore informed them with a laugh.

"Oh, and the Saints aren't? Anyway, you know why we call ourselves that."

That was true. The Icemen were named such because after every prank they pulled, they left icicles around the scene of the crime. It was a stupid thing, leaving a signature when everyone knew who you were. Everyone except the teachers. But they knew no one would ever tell. The entire student population was scared stiff. They were afraid one of the Icemen would stick a dung bomb in their bed. Which one of them most likely would. It was the Icemen's trademark; when someone did something they didn't like, they would hang icicles around their bed while the person was sleeping. That would be the persons cue to find out what they did wrong- they had a day before the guys made their life a living hell in any possible way they could.

"Hey, we were named by Professor Berkeley," Professor Malcolm Berkeley was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He had a good sense of humor, most of the time. Except for the one incident where the hinkypunks got loose. That had been an interesting experience.

"Let's just go," Serendipity suddenly said, "I mean, why not?"

Prue and Elanore gave her surprised looks; she usually wasn't the one who wanted to rush into things. Serendipity much preferred talking to doing, while Prue was much more of a talk first think later kind of gal. Elanore was in between; she liked a balance of the two.

"Okay then," Quant stood up.

"Come into my parlor," Casey grinned happily, gesturing toward the black space. Stupid git was probably planning on slitting their throats or something, Prue thought angrily.

"Don't be cliché," she told him, "It gives me a headache."

At the same moment, Sylvester asked, "How can it be your parlor when you haven't even been in?" Casey only glared at him, motioning for him to go first. Sylvester shook his head in the negative.

After a brief debate, Bobby ended up going first, followed by Prue; once Quant had untied her, that is. Casey was behind her, and then Elanore and Serendipity. Sylvester and Frank followed, with Quant in the rear. All of them held hands.

"Lord, is it dark in here," Bobby whispered. Lord. Prue mentally laughed, she'd forgotten Bobby was muggle born. So was Frank, come to think of it.

"Whiner," Quant muttered, pulling out his wand and whispering, "Lumos."

A dim, soft, light filled the passageway. Prue could feel Bobby's smooth palm in her one hand, and Casey's calloused one in her other. The roughness felt good against her skin. Casey squeezed her hand. She squeezed back, hard enough to crush his bones. Hearing the pained noise behind her, she grinned. Bobby chuckled up ahead.

The passageway walls were no more than dirt and clay, and with each step Prue and the rest took, she felt the ground tremble. It dipped and curved and dipped again, then up a hill they went. Maybe it was her claustrophobia imagining it, or maybe it really was shaking. Either way, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the faint outline of a doorway in the distance.

"You know," Frank broke the silence, "I'm not sure if we should be doing this. It's only the second day of school, after all. If a teacher spots us, we could have detention till the Christmas holidays. Do we want that? What am I saying?"

He laughed and went on walking as though he'd never spoken.

Bobby reached the door, "There's no knob, only a lock. Guess we'll do this the old fashioned way," he fumbled for his wand, "Alohomora."

A tiny click echoed throughout the chamber they stood in. Bobby kicked at the door with his foot. It slid open; not swung. Prue thought it resembled one of those automatic doors one found in muggle supermarket.

Behind the door was darkness. Casey asked, "A dead end?"

"No," Bobby stepped out into the space, "Look."

They filed out of the passageway and found themselves in a clearing of some sort, surrounded by tall trees. The moon's bright rays illuminated their faces.

"Oh," Elanore whispered.

"My," Serendipity murmured.

"God," Prue finished, "We're in the forbidden forest, aren't we?"

Casey laughed, jumping up and whooping.

"This is amazing! Do you reckon that anyone else has been this far in?" He asked, trying to peer through the spaces between thick trees. Prue couldn't even make out the lights of Hogwarts. Had they really walked so far?


Ezekiel Nathansen, Trent Gilmore, Cameron Gilmore, and Xyla Conroy are characters in Hogwarts: New Stage, a RPG created by myself and my friend Fishy. It revolves around the four Quidditch teams, taking place seven years after Harry Potter's graduation, thus the insertion of Harrison, a random character in between. Zeke and the rest were fifth years in the RPG, so if they graduated two years later, when Prue and the rest were fourth years, you can figure this story takes place over thirteen years after the fifth Harry Potter book- which if you want to be technical takes place in 1995. I figure I want this to occur around 2013, even though the math I did makes this take place 2008, next year. (I wrote this story; or started this story in 2002, so…wow.) R+R