Yeah, nothing belongs to me.
Sorry about the inconsistencies between chapters!
It was Hallowe'en. The Doctor, Jack and Martha had all woken up to the smell of pumpkins, and were all in good cheer, if slightly anticipatory, as they went downstairs for breakfast. "So, remember the plan?" The Doctor whispered to Martha and Jack as they glared daggers at The Master. "Yes," they said together. "Great! Now stop staring. We can't do anything." Martha and Jack sighed, and grudgingly subsided. Martha then looked around and started to giggle. "We're in Hogwarts. On Hallowe'en!" Jack and The Doctor laughed too. "It is very odd, isn't it?" The three, now relaxed, chatted about Transfigurations and Professor Kitty. Then they went to classes.
During Charms, Professor Flitwick was teaching them the Levitation Charm. Jack sighed when The Doctor glared at him, and went to work practicing the charm with Neville. Neville, as usual, was thoroughly incompetent. However, Jack thought he got it right, so…whatever.
During dinner, none of them could eat anything, they were so excited. Sure enough, Quirrell burst in screaming about a troll in the dungeons… then fainted. "He's not actually unconscious," muttered The Doctor to his friends, "So, give me a second… There." Martha facepalmed as they ran upstairs. "You didn't have to knock a teacher unconscious, Doctor!" He shrugged. "Technically…" "Just shut it."
They could hear the troll grunting as it smashed around the bathroom. "Oi!" yelled The Doctor as he came in sight of it. He then proceeded to have what Jack and Martha hoped was a conversation with the thing-there was too much snarling and growling to tell. They knew from experience, however, what The Doctor's face paling drastically meant, and could guess what that roar translated to. "What happened?" squeaked Martha as the troll loomed menacingly over them. "I might have insulted it's mother, sort of?" "DOCTOR!" "What? My Troll's a bit rusty, and it's a simple language!" At this point they were dodging the troll's heavy club. Jack groaned, gritted his teeth, then aimed his wand at the troll's club and said: "Wingardium Leviosa!"
…Nothing happened. The Doctor looked at Jack disbelievingly. "Seriously? Your pronunciation was awful!" Sighing in disappointment, he waved his wand, and with a bit of non-verbal magic, the troll was asleep and crashed to the ground. "No fair!" whined Jack. The Doctor glared. "I'm so sorry, would you like me to revive it?" Jack shut up, but was still pouting. "Wait," said Martha, confused, "…What did you just do?" "We-ell, Jack was being an idiot (but thankfully not flirting), so I basically put a sleeping spell on him. Oh," he turned to the unconscious troll, "I should probably make it look more… violent-y." With another flick of his wand, the troll looked like it had been knocked out (complete with club by it's head with a dent).
The Doctor then looked seriously at his friends. "Now, either we stay here and get caught by the teachers the way it's supposed to go, or we make a run for it. Any preferences?" Jack grinned. "How about a compromise? They see us, then we run." "NO," said Martha. "We are NOT doing that. Let's just run now-we really don't need any more problems-and do you really want to take chances with The Master around?" Jack and The Doctor shuddered. "Didn't think so. Now let's run!" They ran.
The Doctor lead them through several strange hallways until they got to the Gryffindor common room. "Oh, and guys?" The Doctor asked before they went through the portrait. "We didn't do a thing. Got it?" Martha and Jack nodded. The Doctor grinned. "Fantastic! Now, happy Hallowe'en!" He then pushed them through the portrait, into the cheesily decorated common room. Martha and Jack groaned when they saw the decorations. "Please don't tell me you did this, Doctor?" sighed Jack. "Oh, come on! Have a little fun!"
Yeah, I imagine Troll being difficult to articulate. Please review!