I've had a few questions about how these two vastly differing personalities are going to work together and I realise that I have been pretty vague about the answers that I have given you. Well, the wait is over because they are about to meet. It's not all going to resolve itself right away obviously but hopefully you can start to see what's happening with the first two of our triple threat heroines.
You're going to have to just trust us on this. It's going to be a great deal of fun so let's try to have as much of that as we can hey.
Big love to the mighty Tenzo51 without whom this story wouldn't have even happened let alone be as good as it is. Their advice and encouragement keeps me honest and keeps me updating.
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I'm not JKR and I don't make any money from this. Which is a bit of a shame.
DtR xx.
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The Excellent Adventure of a Wolf, a Loony and a Very Bored Heroine.
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3. Express Yourself.
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On the last day of August, the Royal Pack waved a proud and fond, but slightly tearful, farewell to the snow white, eleven year old, wolf who was also a witch as she left to pursue her magical education in Britain. There weren't many in the pack that managed to remain dry eyed at her departure and this included her grandmother who was also the pack Alpha. The Amarok pressed a very expensive new i-phone into Artemis' top pocket as they shared a long, tender goodbye hug and whispered in her ear that she expected a call the moment that she touched down in London.
They both knew that the phone wouldn't work within the grounds of Hogwarts but, since Artemis was planning to try and get out of the castle for a run in the forest at least once a week, she thought that she could use it to phone home then. She wasn't sure, but really hoped that it would work for her there. The pack princess could not even imagine not being able to speak with her family until December. Sure, she had Bulvar, her proud and surprisingly loving eagle owl, to ferry letters back and forth but it wasn't the same as hearing the voices of her parents or her grandma or even the annoying cubs.
She was going to miss them like crazy.
The trip across the Atlantic was a great deal less fun this time. A first class flight on a fully loaded 747 was very nice and all but it couldn't really compete with the thrill ride of blasting along at a couple of hundred miles an hour on an ancient, flying motorcycle. Especially when said motorcycle was being piloted by a half giant with an extremely lackadaisical attitude to his passengers' safety. Or even his own for that matter. More relaxing possibly, considering that she got to listen to some seriously rocking tunes on her I-pod to distract her from the annoying presence of the 'normals', but still a lot less fun.
Even less fun was to be had on the hour long, cab ride into central London but the thrilling sights, sounds and smells of platform nine and three quarters definitely made up for that. It was just a pity that mum and dad couldn't be here to send her off to her new magical adventure properly but they had done their own hushed farewells at Vancouver airport. Just as her eyes starting to mist up at the thought of her far away family and pack a loud squealing shout came from her left and distracted her from her impending gloom.
Artemis turned to see what all the commotion was when she saw another, rather strange family come careering through the barrier which she had just exited with their eyes firmly shut. She smiled to herself as the small, black haired girl, who was clearly in charge of them, took a moment to gape about her at the magical platform, as she herself had done, before hustling them all away towards the train.
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Vernon looked around in confusion as he stood with his wife and children on the 'normal' side of Kings Cross station.
"So where is this platform then?"
"Through there."
Petunia heaped more confusion onto his broad shoulders by pointing at an old brick pillar, partially hidden by the shadow that was formed between Platforms nine and ten.
Shelley's summer research had brought a great many interesting facts to light. Like how her family could pass through the barrier to Platform nine and three quarters if they were in contact with the person attending the school. This, along with many other things, was a part of her life that Lily Evans had never seen fit to share with her sister. Although Petunia couldn't really blame her for that, given her twelve year old self's less than supportive reaction to her younger sibling's wonderful new life with magic.
This was something that she was striving hard to make sure never happened with her niece so she assisted little Shelley in shepherding the boys safely across to stand in front of the barrier. They all took a short moment to gather their courage for what was going to be a real test of faith for them. Not that they could have doubted the existence of magic now.
Shelley's summer experiments hadn't been quite as discrete or as quiet as she had planned so the Dursleys had been treated to some spectacular displays of magic from the over excited eleven year old. She had been like the proverbial kid in the candy store trying and testing every spell, charm and potion that she could find in her mountain of books. Well after she had managed to persuade 'daddy Vernon' and 'darling aunt 'Tunie' that she wouldn't get into any trouble for doing so.
In truth, her first week after discovering that she was a witch had been spent reading up on everything to do with Arithmancy and thaumaturgical damping. Number Four Privet Drive was now so well magically insulated that she could have performed every unforgiveable curse consecutively several times over and still not be detected by the authorities. Also, her morally dubious owl ordering scheme had been a roaring success and Shelley now had the books to be able to do just that if she really wanted to.
Having seen all of this and knowing that her surrogate daughter was as brilliant at magic as she was at everything else that she tried, it was Petunia who roused the troops and stiffened their resolve now.
"Be brave my darlings."
The small family closed their eyes, linked their arms and ran full pelt at the brick wall. And, to the consternation of at least three of the quartet, passed right through it and out onto the hidden, magical Platform Nine and three quarters.
Even though she was as wonderstruck as the rest of her relatives, it was still Shelley who managed to recover first and lead them all onto the platform proper and away from any possible collisions with newly arriving muggleborn students. Although she did have something of an advantage since her intensive study of 'Hogwarts; A History' had provided her with at least some fore-knowledge of where they would be arriving.
Then she caught sight of the huge, shiny, bright scarlet steam train embossed with the legend 'Hogwarts Express' and all rational thought was lost.
This was so ... freaking ... cool.
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Newly ensconced in an empty compartment, Shelley Potter was beyond confused. Her relatives were being all weepy and emotional. Intellectually speaking Shelley understood their emotions. That is to say she understood that human emotions existed as a concept it was just that she had never really been subject to them. Other than using them (all too frequently) to get her own way that is.
"Goodbye princess." Vernon's suddenly deep and manly voice cracked slightly. "Be good."
"And if you can't be good ..." Petunia smirked at her trouble-making niece through her tears. "... be careful."
"And if anyone starts hassling you send me one of those owl things and I'll come up there and thump them for you."
Knowing that something was required of her Shelley gave a brief, but serious, reply.
"Be good ... check. Be careful ... okay. Call you if I need you to hit someone ... got it. Is that it then? Because I've got a lot of reading to do."
Shelley had thought that this might get them moving but unfortunately they were still there. Staring ... and fidgeting ... and almost crying. It was really starting to weird her out. Finally, she decided that enough was enough.
"Go."
Long used to her peculiar little 'ways' the small family squeezed themselves back out of the carriage before racing back down the platform to stare forlornly at her through the window. As the whistle blew and the express started to move off they ran to keep up, waving her off with entirely fake enthusiasm while the tears streamed down their cheeks.
Shelley, bored with all the over emotional drama, gave them an eye roll and a perfunctory and rather dismissive wave as the platform stopped and they finally disappeared from view.
While keeping her countenance in its usual stoic facade, mentally she shook her head in bewilderment at her family. She simply didn't get why they were so upset about her leaving. Did they not want her to use her 'gifts' to benefit a whole new, if hidden, section of society? It never once crossed her mind that the Dursleys loved her and would miss her. Well it did but she completely failed to understand how they could be so selfish as to deny the magical world her genius. That was just an insane idea.
Her last thought was so brilliant that, despite being alone, she vocalised it with a shake of her head.
"Nutters."
"Are they your family?"
"Stupefy!"
If it weren't for her natural reactions the pale skinned, white haired girl watching from the doorway would have taken Shelley's totally reflexive stunner right in the throat. As it was the red beam of light from the twisted, dual wood wand that had somewhat miraculously appeared in her hand only just missed her to splash harmlessly on the door frame behind. Even someone as unfamiliar with spell-craft as she was could tell that this was some incredibly powerful magic by the brightly dressed witch. And the speed with which she cast was simply unbelievable. Artemis Amarok was very impressed.
"Well someone's clearly been practicing their spell-work."
Despite still being on high alert that somebody had managed to sneak up on her so effectively, Shelley preened a little at, what she considered to be, the praise.
"Can I ask how you managed that without being able to practice? I mean, from the size of you, I'm assuming that you're a first year like me right, so you couldn't have practiced. Or maybe you did practice ... and if you did, how did you not get in trouble?"
"Trouble? Oh, you're talking about the trace right?" The shaggy haired girl nodded at Shelley. "Well it's very simple really. All you need is a basic understanding of mathematics, physics, arithmancy and warding techniques along with a bit of number theory and Robert is your father's brother as they say."
Artemis only understood about half of that semi explanation, all of which was delivered in a fast monotone, but even with this limited frame of reference she realised that this girl with the messy, raven hair and the piercing green eyes was really, really smart. And really, really strange.
Her bright pink tee-shirt proclaiming her to be both a 'Little Monster' and 'Born This Way', along with the eye watering variety of greens, blues and yellows that adorned the rest of her outfit certainly attested to that. Honestly though, those chequerboard tights, clashing violently with the puke coloured tartan skirt were taking so much of her attention that she barely even noticed that the girl had started to speak again.
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Shelley was aware of the other girl's less than circumspect inspection of her and, although amused by the fact that she seemed to have mentally wandered off, was a bit put out at having to repeat herself. She still did it, but she wasn't happy about it.
"I don't suppose you have to worry about the trace being ... Canadian? Or is it Alaskan? Your accent is right on the cusp."
"Good call. I'm technically Alaskan American but our territory does straddle the border some." She seemed to suddenly remember something. "Oh, and I'm Artemis by the way, Artemis Amarok."
"Amarok? Like the Greenland Innuit legend of the Great wolf?"
"Yeah our pa ... people are originally from Greenland but we spread all over Canada and the Northern States."
"You were going to say pack, weren't you?"
Okay so Artemis was going to have to be very careful around this odd, observant and scarily intelligent girl as she didn't appear to miss anything.
"Werewolves then?"
"We are not werewolves."
She was unable to hold in her rumbling growl at the mention of werewolves but interestingly, Artemis could smell no fear on the girl at her obvious threat. No emotion at all actually. Apart from a good deal of intense interest in her, that is.
"We prefer the term 'true wolves' and we are very different to those mangy damn dogs."
Seeing only some slight confusion and, once again, genuine interest from her companion at her rather heated response to this common misconception, Artemis continued much more gently. The girl seemed to have no axe to grind with her heritage and her honest, if slightly creepy and emotionless, fascination with her was beginning to pique her own interest.
"Okay so I'm happy to tell you about us but I'm still going to need your name ... for our pack records you understand."
There was the briefest of pauses before the dark haired girl almost whispered out.
"Shelley Potter."
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Shelley was not surprised by the staring and the sudden, pregnant silence that this introduction prompted, after her comprehensive reading of everything published about what the wizarding community believed about her. And there was a lot of it. A disturbing amount really.
For the single event for which she was so famous, it seemed that there was a never ending stream of authors ready to put their own personal and mostly preposterous theories about it into print.
"Really?"
"Yes really. Do you want to join me for the train ride?"
Oh yes. By the Great Wolf she absolutely wanted that. Artemis almost fell into the indicated seat across from Shelley Potter.
Shelley Potter. She was sharing a compartment with Shelley freaking Potter. The world famous 'girl-who-lived'. And now it all made a lot more sense. The speed and power of her magic, her vivid aura, her presence. This girl must have been trained from the time she could walk and talk in how to defeat Dark wizards so it shouldn't be a surprise how good at defensive magic she was.
She was also now noticing how distractingly pretty she was. Not as pretty as a certain blonde witch that she had been corresponding with all summer (at least not to her), but still a good way up the hot-o-meter. And now the adorably cute way that she was looking at her own shuffling feet, every now and again flicking her bright, green eyes up to gauge her reaction, just like one the pack cubs did when they knew that they had been naughty, was almost making her 'aaaw' out loud. Artemis wondered if anyone had ever actually managed to say 'no' to this absolute vision of candy-sweet cuteness.
Then of course, she remembered just how fast and how dangerous she looked when surprised from behind and decided that she was going to have to be careful not to do so again. Artemis was fairly sure that she could take her, but even with her wolf reactions Shelley had nearly hit her with that nasty looking red spell and she didn't really want to think about what would happen when she got older, faster and even more powerful.
It was probably best to get on a friendly basis with the 'girl-who-lived' first and fast. And at least she didn't seem to have a problem with the whole wolf heritage thing.
As the silent, slack jawed staring continued from the true wolf opposite her, Shelley realised that she wasn't going to be able to get any more information about her fascinating pedigree right now. She was, in fact, going to have to do something which she hated in order to get their conversation back on that interesting topic. Sighing in frustration Shelley knew that she was going to be required to 'share' some things about herself if she wanted to gain more knowledge about these true wolves.
"Come on then, let's have it. What do want to know?"
The other girl's reply of 'everything' caused her head to drop onto her chest and brought about another frustrated sigh.
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Two hours later and the two young witches were much more aware of each other's histories. They discussed everything from their birthdays through their upbringings, hobbies and musical tastes to their introductions into the magical world and how much fun (or otherwise) that they had had in Diagon Alley. As they grew more and more comfortable with each other they even revealed some of their more embarrassing flaws. Artemis told of her 'mistake' with the blonde witch in the robe shop and Shelley even volunteered how she had failed miserably in her first attempt to make a zombie cat familiar.
And speaking of familiars. From inside their cages on the empty seats next to their respective pets, the snowy and eagle owls glared at each other across the small space, engaging in a silent, but fierce, battle of wills. Hedwig had thought that she had seen the back of the insufferably proud and arrogant Bulvar when she had claimed her witch in the summer but, considering how well the two witches were bonding, it seemed that she was not to be so fortunate. It looked as if she was going to have to instruct him as to who was boss again once they reached their new owlery, of which she would naturally be proclaimed 'Queen'.
All of this went un-noticed by the two girls as they continued on their journey of mutual discovery of course.
The appearance of a notepad and pen from Shelley, with the same kind of speed that her wand had earlier, when she had started to speak about her own childhood within the Royal Pack had surprised Artemis a little to be honest. However, seeing the look of rabid excitement on the other girl's face whenever she thought she might have the opportunity to learn something new put her strangely at ease.
In fact, Artemis was weirdly comfortable around the 'girl-who-lived' in a way that she wasn't even with some members of the pack, let alone some complete stranger who she had only just met. Shelley was feeling the same as well. She wasn't used to connecting with people as easily as she did with this wolf princess but the two of them seemed to balance each other out. Two incomplete personalities meshing to make a single 'normal' unit. Well not normal perhaps, but probably as close to such as either of them was likely to get.
It was slightly worrying. And completely wonderful. As they sat side by side luxuriating in one of those rarely experienced 'comfortable silences' Shelley turned to the girl that she was experimentally calling her friend in the privacy of her own mind, reached over, brushed the back of her hand with a single finger and said.
"Do you want to see the scar?"
There was a sharp intake of breath.
"I'm interested of course, but only if you want to show it to me. I mean, I get how you might not want to, what with how you got it and your parents and all."
"It's okay. I don't mind if it's you."
Another one of those bright eyed smiles flashed out from the 'girl-who-lived' and something fluttered deep in Artemis' stomach.
Unfortunately, she wasn't the only one to see as Shelley pulled several pencils from her artfully arranged hair and parted her fringe to show the livid, lightning shaped mark on her forehead.
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Draco Malfoy had been enjoying an invigorating argument with the youngest male of the blood traitor Weasley clan, rubbing the redhead's nose in his wealth and high born status when something strange happened. Ron Weasley, who could usually be relied upon to provide an excellent and entertaining debate on who was the poorest, stupidest or most evil wizard, had stopped and was staring open mouthed into the compartment that they were alongside of.
In a feat of strength, that was as unexpected as it was unbelievable, the redhead had pushed past Malfoy and his hulking bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle, and wrenched open the door, pointing rather rudely at one of the witches within.
"Bloody hell, you're Shelley Potter!"
Bloody hell, he was right. Also surprising. Ron Weasley was hardly ever right. But as his eyes found the raven haired girl with the instantly recognisable scar on her forehead, Draco had to admit that this was one of those rare times that he actually was factually correct about something.
"I don't about the but I'm certainly a Shelley Potter."
"Where did you grow up? Was it in a castle like the books say? I'm Ron Weasley by the way, do you know about the Weasleys?"
Seeing the scowl that appeared on the face of Miss Potter's companion, Draco thought that this might turn out to be even more entertaining than their previous argument so he and his two goons sat down uninvited to watch the show.
"No, I live with my aunt Petunia, uncle Vernon and cousin Dudley in Surrey."
"Are they muggles? You live with muggles?"
"Yes."
"That's ... er ... cool?"
"Yes it is rather. They really are terribly accommodating about my studies and experiments."
Draco, thinking that things weren't going anywhere near badly enough, decided to stir the pot a bit.
"Hmmm, I'm sure that you had quite the education growing up with those people."
Not really being someone who understood sarcasm, she replied that 'yes it was' but this answer was lost as the ginger idiot waded in to apparently stand up for her. Shelley watched with interest as the clearly derogatory interjection from the snooty, blonde boy started the two of them up arguing again, shouting at each other over her quiet reply.
With her naturally enhanced hearing, Artemis had heard it though. And now she had begun to suspect something about the cute girl with the undeniably big brain that she had begun to become quite protective of since their earlier conversation.
Despite how frighteningly intelligent she was, the fabled 'girl-who-lived' seemed utterly oblivious to irony and sarcasm. Indeed, it was like she didn't understand that they were being used against her in this situation. In fact, her whole demeanour when involved in social interaction was pretty much always decidedly odd and had become rather conspicuously forced now that there were more people here.
She didn't appear to be uncomfortable exactly, just ... detached. Almost uninterested.
In fact, the only time in the train ride that she hadn't been like that was when the two of them were alone talking about their respective lives and interests. Artemis was now beginning to believe that how Shelley was with her was vastly different to how she normally was around people.
The witch and the wolf definitely had something going on between them. Not like her and Hannah, mind you. Not romantic. More like mutually protective. More like ... pack.
The instant that the word entered her mind the strange fluttering in her gut solidified and a serene sense of calm descended upon her, soothing Artemis' very soul.
She could feel the beginnings of her own pack starting to form and the Alpha hidden deep inside of her roared in triumph. That roar of triumph turned to one of rage when the ginger boy turned on Shelley and started berating her for not telling the 'slimy snake', Malfoy off for something nasty he'd just said to her.
She snapped out of her reverie at that all right and her response was immediate.
With her wolf genes enhancing her speed and strength, Artemis grabbed the unfortunate and thoughtless redhead by the throat and slammed him into the glass partition six feet away in a blur of motion. The Alpha instinct had unconsciously chosen this location so that she would be in between her new pack member and the perceived threat.
The wolf really started to gain dominance and show itself now, causing her ears to lengthen, her teeth to grow into intimidatingly large fangs and her nails to sharpen into claws, pricking Weasley's neck with the wicked ends. For Ronald, himself, worse than the blood now trickling down his neck even, was the feral growl that the pissed off Alaskan wolf was now filling the compartment with. He was really scared. More scared than he had ever been in his life.
One particular black haired witch didn't seem to be scared, however, as she picked up her notepad once more and bounced over to where he was being slowly throttled.
"Oh how exciting! Tell me Mister Weasleby, how does it feel at the moment?"
The strangled gurgling noises that were his only and incomprehensible reply didn't appear to discourage Shelley at all. The pad went back into her skirt pocket and was replaced with a small digital camera with which she started snapping away with merry abandon.
"Oh well, we'll just have to make do with a photographic record then."
At the first bright flash, Artemis blinked and her hold loosened infinitesimally enough that Ronald was able to bring his knee up and kick her in the stomach. Not that he should have done, of course, but he was young and naive and more than a little bit stupid.
As such this rather weak and very silly attempt at escape by the redhead only succeeded in drawing the furious wolf's attention back on to him and the grip of that sharp clawed hand became even harder. The blood started to flow again and he really thought that this might be the end of his all too brief young life. The fact that Draco bloody Malfoy was sat there smirking at his imminent demise only added to the tragedy for Ron.
Luckily for him, however, the glass finally gave way behind him, under the increased pressure and he collapsed back out into the corridor in a shower of glass and splinters.
Shelley squeaked and flapped her arms around excitedly before she leaned out and captured another few pictures of the ginger boy, Weatherby or something like that, laying on his back, covered in cuts and bruises.
"That was really cool and all, but in order for this to be a truly scientific experiment we will need to do some further testing."
She turned to the three gob-smacked boys sitting open-mouthed on the seats with an insane, excited gleam in her sparkling green eyes.
"So which of you gentlemen would be kind enough to insult me next so that my esteemed colleague here can grab you by the throat and make you cry?" Shelley's nose wrinkled slightly. "And possibly urinate in your pants if the strong smell of ammonia is anything to go by."
There was a swift, mass exodus from the carriage by the aforementioned 'gentlemen' as she pulled down her trunk and bent over it to retrieve a fresh, new SD card for her camera which she only noticed when she straightened up again.
"Oh they've gone." She shrugged her shoulders, replaced the camera in her hand with her wand and waved it with a casual flick of the wrist. "Hmmm, hey-ho. Reparo. Colloportus."
The magic filled the carriage, weaving it's way in and out of the shattered carriage door, collecting up all the glass and wooden splinters before stitching them back together in the frame. The whole affair then slid shut and locked with a loud click. Perhaps in deference to the proclivities of it's caster the waves of magic from Shelley's spells were a positive rainbow as opposed to the standard dull orange and brown.
"Now then, where were we?"
Once she had picked her jaw up off of the floor and shaken out the most intrusive of her wolf features, Artemis managed to choke out in a hushed, awestruck tone.
"I really want to know how you're so good at that."
"How do you get to Carnegie Hall?"
Artemis didn't know much in the way of human jokes but she knew this one and answered the question instantly and with a little, sharp toothed grin.
"Practice."
The smile that Artemis received for this answer was almost blinding in it's intensity and she knew that she would move heaven and earth to keep this extraordinary girl safe and happy.
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"Let me show you how to get around the trace while you're here in Britain."
Shelley's explanation was undertaken with a worrying amount of detail, involving the use of a collapsible white board and several different coloured dry markers.
The equations were so fiendishly complex that Artemis was totally lost within the first two minutes but was so totally fascinated by the girl's voice that she simply didn't care whether she understood or not. If she was going to be spending a significant amount of time around Shelley then Artemis guessed that she was going to have to get used to not understanding a great deal of what was being said to her.
"And that's it really. Simple. I mean once you get over the thaumaturgical theory aspect ... ummm ... Artemis?"
Shelley tailed off as she watched the wolf lose focus, raise her head and stare at the ceiling then start to sniff the air deeply. She seemed to have caught the scent of something interesting. Artemis' nose twitched, her ears unfolded from her head again and her fangs elongated. Shelley just had time to think that she would never get tired of seeing that happen before her new lupine friend whipped around to face another pair of witches staring in through the glass door.
Seeing the huge, tooth filled grin reflected in the mirror, Shelley smiled, raised her wand, unlocked the door and made a clicking noise with her tongue as she nodded at the two shocked girls staring in at them. They appeared to be quite scared. And why not? She had just, less than subtly, set a rampaging wolf loose on them.
Artemis grinned at her again ... and she was off.
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Hannah Abbott and her best friend Susan Bones were wandering down the train, going from carriage to carriage, peeking in at all the compartments and seeing the wonders of the Hogwarts Express.
Of course, it wasn't all wonderful.
The spectacled, green eyed girl with the vivid, lightning bolt shaped scar on her forehead was unmistakable but they could only see the back of the other girl's, white haired head. Until that head suddenly snapped up and a pair of wolf ears appeared on it out of nowhere, that is.
Hannah's elation at seeing the girl who had made her feel so weird and yet so wonderful all at the same time was quickly squashed as she recognised that look on the little wolf's face.
"Oh bloody hell, not again."
Not having learned her lesson over the summer, Hannah turned and took off running back down the corridor. Artemis grinned hugely before howling and bounded off after her, newly emerged tail wagging wildly.
Shelley Potter and Susan Bones watched the two of them race off back up the train, one with amusement, the other in fear for her friend. Not that Susan was dumb enough to want to get in between whatever the hell it was that was going on between Hannah and that strange, foreign girl that she had been writing to all summer.
"Do you want to come in and wait? I doubt if they'll be long."
Susan was uncharacteristically shy and nervous around the famous 'girl-who-lived'. The usually feisty, redheaded niece of Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, just nodded, entered and sat there quietly not saying anything and trying not to stare like some creepy stalker.
The silence had been stretching on for a good ten minutes and was just starting to get really uncomfortable when Hannah tumbled back through the door. She had turned and had just managed to lay her hand on the edge of the door to slam it shut but she was not quick enough. Not by a long way.
The white, wolf girl leapt from her position in the corridor, twisting impressively in mid air to squeeze herself through the fast closing door and enter the compartment. Still moving, Artemis gripped Hannah by the shoulders, wrapped her legs around the witch and the pair of them tumbled to the floor. Which position the Alaskan girl took advantage of by pinning her victim to the floor and lightly mouthing Hannah's neck. Again.
The difference from their entanglement in Diagon Alley was that this time Hannah was on her back and looking right into the gorgeous brown and amber eyes of her assailant.
A thoroughly freaked out Susan Bones leapt to her feet and fumbled her wand out, shakily pointing it at the white haired wolf girl, fully prepared to defend her best friend but her resolve quickly crumbled. First at the ominous growling that started up when she moved towards the pair of them, secondly at the small, happy smirk that Hannah had on her face and lastly at the very disturbing sight of Shelley Potter grinning and rummaging in the pocket of her rather garish skirt. It didn't help that this was the only time in their, albeit brief, acquaintance that she had heard the barest trace of emotion in the dull, flat, monotone voice of the 'girl-who-lived'.
"Oh goody." Shelley clapped her hands excitedly. "More experiments. Now where did I put my camera?"
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