A/N: Beware the half self-insertation fic I have made! It contains the classic Mary Sue plus the sarcastic-bitchy- so called gothic me. LOL. I bet you thought I was Mary Sue. Much language. I warn you now.
A Fic that went wrong.
"Hey freak, listen when I talk to you!" The girl stopped in her tracks, clenching her fists in anger. Her chocolate brown eyes burned with uncharacteristic anger. "Thats better, bitch. Now, I hear you were hitting on my dear freind, John. See, freaks like you aren't to be associating with people," the boy said. The girl turned slowly to face him. About six feet-tall, he had bleached blonde hair and sky blue eyes. His grey shirt read "Shorty's", his cargo shorts, a tan color, reached his knees, his expensive shoes in clear view. The mocking smile on his face made him appear exceedingly intimidating and evil. Not what one expects a popular to be like. Well, atleast the majority of the school doesn't expect.
"'Ey, jackass, I don't "hit" on bops. I asked your lover if I could borrow a pen to correct the science test. You know what a test is right? Those things you write answers on so that the teachers can evaluate you?" she said, speaking down to him, widening her eyes to get a impersonation of a kindergarden teacher. Her dyed red hair, though still mostly a brown shade same as her eyes, fell over her shoulders.
"Listen, gothic-bitch, you are nothing. You and your kind. Not even human. Don't talk to anymore people and contaminate them with you "Satan is good" shit, it tends to offend us."
"Only idiots like you would worship a devil. I happen to be on no religious prefrence, yet, the devil? What kind of an idiot believes in Satanism? Psychopaths and serial killers. Sounds like you, Scott," she replied, anger coming through her voice.
"Is something the matter here?" The principal, a woman in her sixties who simply adored gold and blue as she always wore them, asked.
"Nothing at all," the girl said quickly. Without waiting another second, she turned, and fled to the lunch area. **Damn damn damn! I just had to say something! Here comes yet another detention!**
"Hi Katie!" a guy, decked from head to toe in black, called out. She waved, picking up her pace.
"What's up you guys?" she said, dropping her black book bag on the ground before sitting down besides it. All of the 14 people, three girls and eleven guys, were clothed in black, gray, and other assorted dark colors.
"Nuttin' much," a girl with purple streaks in her hair replied. "What took you so long?"
"Bop. I'm getting yet another detention. Mrs. Big-ass should be here in a few, so I suggest that you watch your language and put away your safety pins." The others nodded. As predicted, the prinicpal arrived minutes after Katie did. As predicted, she recieved a detention for cussing, offending, and harrasing another student.
"So are you gonna go?" a guy wearing a Marylin Manson shirt asked.
"'Course not, Robert. You know me better then that!" she said, laughing.
Talk shifted from deranged math teachers and bloodthirsty siblings to Rocky Horror and, of course, seagulls.
"I tell you they aim for the head!" raved Mike, waving his fist in the air.
Lunch ended, fifth period began. What a lovely nap. **I never realized that my english book was so comfortable!** Katie thought, tying aher gray hooded sweater around her waist. Her dark blue jeans, held up by a studed belt, clovered her black shoes, dragging on the ground. Her long sleeved, deep blue shirt matched perfectly with the dark jeans and shoes while making her hair appear even brighter. She and her friend with the purple hair rambled about who had the weirder dream, not caring about the curious looks their colored locks where recieveing.
"Flying pink bunnies are way weirder than spiders singing 'Opps... I did it again'." Amanda, the purple haired girl, said. "No wait, I think they tied."
"Sixth period was somewhat more interesting. **Yes, my dream this time consisted of spiders singing the national anthemn.
"So, how was A.D.? Did she annoy the hell out of you?" Amanda questioned.
"I told you, we upgraded her from anorexic devil to anorexic bitch! She insulted me once and tried to make a crack about my hair, which was shot down by Kelli saying that the shade was unique."
"Well, atleast Kelli shot her down."
"Yup. The score is now 42-us, 31- her."
"Nono, it's 41-us, 32-her!"
* * *
"Uncle Albus! Are you sure you can't get me transferred to Hogwarts?" A girl, about 15, with long blonde hair, whined.
"I'm sorry, Christy! I truly am, but your teachers want to keep you there, at Salem Academy," Ablus Dumbledor said, adjusting his half moos spectacles. Christy, a witch of 15, had spent the better part of the hour trying to get him to accept her into Hogwarts. He had many reasons not to accept her. For one, she positivly lived the Harry Potter books. True the books were very factual, one could only wonder how a muggle came across the young boys life. Second, last year way too many transfer students had run-amuck about the school, focusing on love spells and potions which backfired horribly. Thirdly, her teachers refused to allow her to transfer to Hogwarts. They wanted her to learn something, not have a vacation in Harry Potter land. But they had given him one option.
"Christy, there is one way you can enroll in Hogwarts. There are certain people who hold magical ablities, yet the powers were never awakened. Their magical powers would only be awakened by a meeting, accidental or otherwise, with a wizard or witch. There is a group of children like this residing in southern California, they attended your old school. To get enrolled, you must awaken some powers in three of them by introducing yourself to them, or simply bumping into them. You must find atleast three of them and befriend them. They shall attend to Hogwarts with you. However, this is to be a learing expireince, so you will learn how to deal with different people, as well as learn how to do more magical things. Understood?" he asked, a smile on his face.
"Yes! Thank-you so much Uncle! I'll find them and bring them here before the next school you starts! Happy Easter!" she said, before flouncing out of the room.
"I hope this isn't a total disaster."
* * *
**Cold water, warm sand, salty soda... thank god for the beach!** Katie pulled her towel off the ground, waving it in the air so the sand would get off.
"Hey watch it!" a girl yelled. The girl had blonde hair which reached half way down her back. She wore a pink string bikini which showed off her god-given body. **Great! Just what I need! Double D bop ready to insult me!** Katie thought sarcastically.
"Sorry," Katie grumbled Something strange was happening to her beach towel. It changed from yellow to blue with fishes. "Wha?" she said to herself.
"Yes! I found one!" the blonde girl exclaimed.
"Er?"
"Well, you see, I'm a witch, like Harry Potter, ok? Anyway, my uncle, Dumbledor, sent me out to find a group of people with sleeping powers. And you're one of them, which means you get to attend Hogwarts with me if I can find two others like you. You guys were supposed to be a group, so are any of your friends here?" she said quickly.
"Er?"
"Hey Katie, whose this?" Amanda asked.
"Yeah, none of your friends look like her," a guy with bleached tips of his hair said.
"I don't know, but she's off her rocker."
"Hello!" she said brightly. "My name is Christy! Are you friends with this girl?"
"Yes," Amanda said.
"No," the boy said at the same time.
"Shut up, Jeff."
"Make me!"
"You're on!" Before either could advance on the other, Jeff and Katie's feet were pinned to the ground. "Hey! This isn't fair!" Amanda opened her eyes. They bluged out of their sockets.
"It worked!"
"Explain," Katie said.
"Quickly," Jeff added.
"Well, I just wished for your feet to be pinned to the ground so you couldn't fight," Amanda said, playing with a lock of purple hair.
"Hold on a second!" Christy said, before taking off down the beach.
"Like we could move if we wanted to," Jeff muttered.
* * *
**Yes! I found two of them! Plus one extra who could quite possibly be one too!** Christy stopped infront of a woman in a two piece suit, sun bathing, and unoccupied towel on either side of her.
"Hello hun, something wrong?" the woman said casually.
"Mother I found those 'sleeping powers' people! I just have to befriend and then I'll be on my way to Hogwarts!" Christy said, unable to contain her glee. Rumaging through her white beach bag, she felt her fingers fall upon the wand. Pulling it out of the bag, she said a haisty good-bye and took off down the beach to where the 'sleeping powers' people where. "Hi! I got my wand to I can undo this spell," Christy said, completley oblivious to the murderous glares the three were giving her. Waving her wand and muttering a few words, a red light streaked from the top of her wand, encirclying the feet of the two trap-ies. Freed, momentum came ramming back, causing Jeff and Katie to run full speed into each other.
"Lovely birds you have here, Mike," Katie said, her face blank as she pointed to the imaginary birds.
"Meep-meep," Jeff responded.
"Are you alright?" Christy asked, for the first time totally un-cheery.
"Gee, I wonder?" Katie said, sarcasm owning her voice.
"Yes, it's comonplace for me to impersonate weird cartoon characters while being under the impression that a prep believes she's a witch," Jeff said, sitting up.
"But I am!" protested Christy.
"Oy vey," Amanda mumbled, slapping her hand to her forehead. "Houston, we have a nut."
"I second the motion," Jeff said, raiseing a fist.
"But I am!"
"Right. You keep telling yourself that," Katie grumbled, the girls lunacy getting on her nerves.
"Yeah, and next you're gonna tell us that Harry Potter is a real 16 year old boy," Amanda yelled.
"But he is."
"Mrph?" Jeff eyed the girl. "Why are all the hot ones psycho?"
"My name is Christy, I go to Salem Academy for you witches and wizards. I'm a 15 year old and my uncle is Albus Dumbledor, headmaster of Hogwarts schoold of witchcraft and wizardry. To be accepted into Hogwarts, I had to find three people who had magical powers that could only be awakened by a meeting with a witch or wizard. If you three agree to come to Hogwarts with me, the I get in also."
"What's in it for us?" Jeff asked.
"What do you mean? You get to learn magic at one of the best schools in the wizarding world," Christy replied.
"I'm perfectly happy at LCC, even if it is bop infested, and I think you're crazy so I'm thinking that I'm going home," Katie said, rolling up her beach towel.
Amanda, not saying a word since Christy began her little speech about why she was looking for them. Opening her mouth, Jeff automatically slapped his hands over his ears.
"HOLY SHIT." Sitting down, hard, she simply stared at Christy.
"Okayyyyyyyyyyy... So, please come with me! Just come and meet my mother. She could take you to my school!"
"No thank-you. Mommy told me never to go anywhere with psychos," Jeff said, slowly backing up.
"Five...," Katie began, "four... three... two... one..." Jeff tumbled, tripping over Amanda.
"Ow ow ow! You jackass! Where the hell was your brain? Off in the waves?!" Amanda screeched, the nearby walkers quickly edging away.
"Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please ple-"
"ALRIGHT ALREADY! WE'LL MEET YOUR MOTHER!" yelled Amanda, not in the mood to be outdone.
"Touchy touchy," mocked Jeff.
"Shut up stupid," Katie snapped.
"You wanna make me?"
"Yeah I do, bitch!"
"Slut!"
"Whore!"
"Jackass!"
"Ho!"
"Asshole!"
"Bastard!'
"Bop!"
" No fair!" Katie cried.
"Alls fair in war and battles with you!"
"Isn't that supposed ti be 'alls fair in love and war'?" questioned Christy.
"I never use the word 'love' when refering to her!" Jeff spat.
"Don't worry, idiot, the feeling's mutual." Grabbing Jeff and Amand by the arms, Christy began hauling them down the beach towards her mother.
"C'mon Katie! I aint got another arm!" she yelled over her shoulder.
"Help! She's got me! Oh god, I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!" Amanda yelled, hysterical. Quickly, Christy dropped her head freed from the "deadly hold" of Christy, Amanda began running in circles yelling.
"Hey Christy, why don't you just bring your mother here?" Katie asked, oblibious to the crazed Amanda.
"Oh! But I'm going to take Jeff so you won't run off," Christy said cautiously.
"YES- I mean, um, er, you do that. We'll be rrrrriiiiggggghhhhhttttt here," Katie said, trying to hide the smile on her face.
"No way!" Jeff shrieked, arms flailing wildly in and attempt to escape. By noe, most of the other beach goers had vacated the area. Only one or two people would walk by, before running off in the opposite direction.
"Byebye Jeffy boy!" Katie said, smiling uncontrolably and waving like a maniac.
"You leave and I tell the world about last summer."
"You-you!"
"You, I know whay you did last summer," Jeff said, smirking horribly. Grmiacing, Katie sat down on her towel.
"What did you do last summer?" Amanda asked.
" I was riding with some drunk friends, hit a guy who had just dumped his son's body in the ocean, dumped HIS body in the ocean, he came back, killed two of my friends, left me and my boyfriend alive after we thought we killed him, only to be left with a terribly cliffhanger."
Blink blink.
"How awful!" Christy exclaimed.
" Why didn't you ever tell me that you had a boyfriend?!" Amanda yelled.
"Oh lord-"Jeff began
"-what next," Katie finished.
A woman with short blonde hair, in a two piece, walked over to the four.
"Mom!" Christy exclaimed, higging her mother. The woman just smiled.
" I got worried when you didn't return," the woman said. She looked from her daughter to the other three. A girl with purple streaks in her hair wore a string bikini, red with floral pattern. The other girl with red hair wore a one piece black bathing suit with a pair of black and gray board shorts. The singly boy wore a pair of Hawaiian print trunks. Raisning an elegant eyebrown, she chuckled softly.
"Well, well, well! It seems as though the terrible Ones finally got over their differences."
"What? How did you... Mrs. Kensington?" Amanda questioned.
"That's me, although I don't go by that name anymore," Mrs. Kensington replied with a smile.
"Well, two of the Ones still don't get along."
"That, my friend, is the understatement of the millenium," Katie said bluntly.
"Aye," Jeff replied, nodding in consent.
"Who was asking you?" Katie snapped.
"Excuse ME! I didn't know Mrs. Thang was talking to herself," he shot back.
"Go to HELL Jeff!"
"You!"
"I said you!"
"And I said you!"
"You!"
"You!"
"You!"
"You!"
"You!"
"You!" The other three shook their heads.
"So anyway," Amanda began, ignoring the two arguing teens, "Christy here says that we are magic people wnd that Harry Potter is real. I know a really good psychologist, she's a friend of my mom's."
" No no! Christy is a witch; so am I! Come with me, I'll introduce you to Professor Dumbledor," Mrs. Kensington said.
"Well... alright. But you get to make them stop," Amanda said, pointing to the pair, still angry.
"You!"
"You!"
"You you you!"
"YOU!"
"Enough! Follow me!" Mrs. Kensington yelled. Katie and Jeff stared at her, glanced at each other, and followed Mrs. Kensington. The five packed themselves into Mrs. Kensington's car.
* * *
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"NO!"
"Don't you dare even start with me!" Katie yelled. **Ten minutes! Ten minutes and those two are fighting again!** Mrs. Kensington thought.
"I wasn't asking you!"
"Just shut up, Jeff!" yelled Katie, whacking him upside the head.
"Stop it you two, we're here." 'Here' turned out to be a small house off the beach. They walked through the house to the fireplace. "Christy, be a doll and light the fire would you?"
"Sure Mom," she replied. Jeff and Katie were still arguing in hushed voices, Amanda had her fingers in her ears in a desperate attepmt to block out the noise. Mrs. Kensington picked up a jar laying upon the mantle and through a handful of dust on the fire.
"Now this is floo powder. Just say 'Dumbledor's office' in a clear voice, and keep your arms close to your body. No buts Amanda. Christy you first, then Katie, Jeff, Amanda, and then me." Christy walked into the flames. Jeff, Katie, and Amanda slapped their hands over their eyes. Hesitantly, the three peeked through their fingers, eyes widening. Christy stood in the flames, unharmed.
"Dumbledor's office!" she said. with a whoosh, she was gone.
"Now you, Katie." Setting her jaw in place, Katie walked over to the fireplace.
"D... Dum-achoo!" she sneezed, as a clump of soot fell down the chimney.
"Oh dear! Hurry! You too go!!" Jeff quickly walked over, said 'Dumbledor's office' and was gone. Amanda followed him. "I hope she's there." Without anymore hesitation, Mrs. Kensington stood in the flames, yelling 'Dumbledor's office'.
"I see I'm getting paid a visit," said a bemused Dumbledor. **Alright, there's Amanda, Jeff, Christy...**
"No! She's not here!"
"What do you mean, Patricia?"
"Katie! I sent her through the floo network and she's not here!"
"Where could she be?" Amanda asked.
"Who cares?" Jeff muttered.
"Shut up, or I'll beat you up," Amanda said darkly.
"She could be anywhere!" Mrs. Kensington said, horrified.
"We'll find her. I'll see if someone around here can find her magical signature," Dumbledor said, his eyes troubled.
"I do hope so," Patricia (mrs. kensington) said.
* (Many miles away) *
A boy with silver-blonde hair stared disspassionatly at the fire. **Stupid Potter... hex me will he? I will make him pay! I'll-** The fire flared up. A girl wearing a bathing suit and a pair of incredably short-shorts fell out of the fire. She lay on the ground infront of the fire. Angrily, she opened her eyes.
"GOD DAMN YOU, YOU BITCH!" she screamed. Hurried footsteps came up to the room. In the doorway stood Lucius Malfoy.
"Draco, who is this?" Lucius spat. Hasitly, the girl pulled herself off the ground.
"Dude, I'm sorry to 'drop in', could I use your phone? Or could you take me back to Encinitas?" Blank stares met her. "Um..."
"F-f-on-e?" Draco sounded.
"Mudblood!" Lucius hissed.
"Hey, buddy, welcome to reality. You want to insult me, you gotta do better then taht," she snapped. "Show me to the door, pretty-boy, or else I'm sort of stuck here."
"No one tells Father what to do!" Draco said indignatly.
"Don't get touchy with me, I'm pissed off," she snapped, the fire gliniting off her red hair.
"Draco watch her, I'm going to have the Ministry get this... filth, out of my house." Lucius apparated with a faint pop. The girl dropped to the ground, rubbing her head.
"How did a Mudblood end up here?" Draco questioned, his sneer upon his face.
"I dunno. I'm supposed to be in Dumbledor's office." Draco paled.
"Not another one."
"Not another what?" she asked.
"Another American transfer."
"Ohhh. The cliches must be real. Let me guess, you "fell in love" about 50 times, had your "heart broken" each time, and befriended Harry Hermione and Ron about 100 times," she said.
"How did you know?"
"Uh-uh. That's a piece of Mudblood info."
"Bitch," he spat. For a long time she simply stared at him, before asking that one question that is always asked.
"Do you have any chocolate?"
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A/N: ok, this is the first chapter, though I won't do anymore if I don't get any reviews. I will only contiue if I get atleast 1 good review. Please R/R! Or I'll sic the seagulls on ya!
A Fic that went wrong.
"Hey freak, listen when I talk to you!" The girl stopped in her tracks, clenching her fists in anger. Her chocolate brown eyes burned with uncharacteristic anger. "Thats better, bitch. Now, I hear you were hitting on my dear freind, John. See, freaks like you aren't to be associating with people," the boy said. The girl turned slowly to face him. About six feet-tall, he had bleached blonde hair and sky blue eyes. His grey shirt read "Shorty's", his cargo shorts, a tan color, reached his knees, his expensive shoes in clear view. The mocking smile on his face made him appear exceedingly intimidating and evil. Not what one expects a popular to be like. Well, atleast the majority of the school doesn't expect.
"'Ey, jackass, I don't "hit" on bops. I asked your lover if I could borrow a pen to correct the science test. You know what a test is right? Those things you write answers on so that the teachers can evaluate you?" she said, speaking down to him, widening her eyes to get a impersonation of a kindergarden teacher. Her dyed red hair, though still mostly a brown shade same as her eyes, fell over her shoulders.
"Listen, gothic-bitch, you are nothing. You and your kind. Not even human. Don't talk to anymore people and contaminate them with you "Satan is good" shit, it tends to offend us."
"Only idiots like you would worship a devil. I happen to be on no religious prefrence, yet, the devil? What kind of an idiot believes in Satanism? Psychopaths and serial killers. Sounds like you, Scott," she replied, anger coming through her voice.
"Is something the matter here?" The principal, a woman in her sixties who simply adored gold and blue as she always wore them, asked.
"Nothing at all," the girl said quickly. Without waiting another second, she turned, and fled to the lunch area. **Damn damn damn! I just had to say something! Here comes yet another detention!**
"Hi Katie!" a guy, decked from head to toe in black, called out. She waved, picking up her pace.
"What's up you guys?" she said, dropping her black book bag on the ground before sitting down besides it. All of the 14 people, three girls and eleven guys, were clothed in black, gray, and other assorted dark colors.
"Nuttin' much," a girl with purple streaks in her hair replied. "What took you so long?"
"Bop. I'm getting yet another detention. Mrs. Big-ass should be here in a few, so I suggest that you watch your language and put away your safety pins." The others nodded. As predicted, the prinicpal arrived minutes after Katie did. As predicted, she recieved a detention for cussing, offending, and harrasing another student.
"So are you gonna go?" a guy wearing a Marylin Manson shirt asked.
"'Course not, Robert. You know me better then that!" she said, laughing.
Talk shifted from deranged math teachers and bloodthirsty siblings to Rocky Horror and, of course, seagulls.
"I tell you they aim for the head!" raved Mike, waving his fist in the air.
Lunch ended, fifth period began. What a lovely nap. **I never realized that my english book was so comfortable!** Katie thought, tying aher gray hooded sweater around her waist. Her dark blue jeans, held up by a studed belt, clovered her black shoes, dragging on the ground. Her long sleeved, deep blue shirt matched perfectly with the dark jeans and shoes while making her hair appear even brighter. She and her friend with the purple hair rambled about who had the weirder dream, not caring about the curious looks their colored locks where recieveing.
"Flying pink bunnies are way weirder than spiders singing 'Opps... I did it again'." Amanda, the purple haired girl, said. "No wait, I think they tied."
"Sixth period was somewhat more interesting. **Yes, my dream this time consisted of spiders singing the national anthemn.
"So, how was A.D.? Did she annoy the hell out of you?" Amanda questioned.
"I told you, we upgraded her from anorexic devil to anorexic bitch! She insulted me once and tried to make a crack about my hair, which was shot down by Kelli saying that the shade was unique."
"Well, atleast Kelli shot her down."
"Yup. The score is now 42-us, 31- her."
"Nono, it's 41-us, 32-her!"
* * *
"Uncle Albus! Are you sure you can't get me transferred to Hogwarts?" A girl, about 15, with long blonde hair, whined.
"I'm sorry, Christy! I truly am, but your teachers want to keep you there, at Salem Academy," Ablus Dumbledor said, adjusting his half moos spectacles. Christy, a witch of 15, had spent the better part of the hour trying to get him to accept her into Hogwarts. He had many reasons not to accept her. For one, she positivly lived the Harry Potter books. True the books were very factual, one could only wonder how a muggle came across the young boys life. Second, last year way too many transfer students had run-amuck about the school, focusing on love spells and potions which backfired horribly. Thirdly, her teachers refused to allow her to transfer to Hogwarts. They wanted her to learn something, not have a vacation in Harry Potter land. But they had given him one option.
"Christy, there is one way you can enroll in Hogwarts. There are certain people who hold magical ablities, yet the powers were never awakened. Their magical powers would only be awakened by a meeting, accidental or otherwise, with a wizard or witch. There is a group of children like this residing in southern California, they attended your old school. To get enrolled, you must awaken some powers in three of them by introducing yourself to them, or simply bumping into them. You must find atleast three of them and befriend them. They shall attend to Hogwarts with you. However, this is to be a learing expireince, so you will learn how to deal with different people, as well as learn how to do more magical things. Understood?" he asked, a smile on his face.
"Yes! Thank-you so much Uncle! I'll find them and bring them here before the next school you starts! Happy Easter!" she said, before flouncing out of the room.
"I hope this isn't a total disaster."
* * *
**Cold water, warm sand, salty soda... thank god for the beach!** Katie pulled her towel off the ground, waving it in the air so the sand would get off.
"Hey watch it!" a girl yelled. The girl had blonde hair which reached half way down her back. She wore a pink string bikini which showed off her god-given body. **Great! Just what I need! Double D bop ready to insult me!** Katie thought sarcastically.
"Sorry," Katie grumbled Something strange was happening to her beach towel. It changed from yellow to blue with fishes. "Wha?" she said to herself.
"Yes! I found one!" the blonde girl exclaimed.
"Er?"
"Well, you see, I'm a witch, like Harry Potter, ok? Anyway, my uncle, Dumbledor, sent me out to find a group of people with sleeping powers. And you're one of them, which means you get to attend Hogwarts with me if I can find two others like you. You guys were supposed to be a group, so are any of your friends here?" she said quickly.
"Er?"
"Hey Katie, whose this?" Amanda asked.
"Yeah, none of your friends look like her," a guy with bleached tips of his hair said.
"I don't know, but she's off her rocker."
"Hello!" she said brightly. "My name is Christy! Are you friends with this girl?"
"Yes," Amanda said.
"No," the boy said at the same time.
"Shut up, Jeff."
"Make me!"
"You're on!" Before either could advance on the other, Jeff and Katie's feet were pinned to the ground. "Hey! This isn't fair!" Amanda opened her eyes. They bluged out of their sockets.
"It worked!"
"Explain," Katie said.
"Quickly," Jeff added.
"Well, I just wished for your feet to be pinned to the ground so you couldn't fight," Amanda said, playing with a lock of purple hair.
"Hold on a second!" Christy said, before taking off down the beach.
"Like we could move if we wanted to," Jeff muttered.
* * *
**Yes! I found two of them! Plus one extra who could quite possibly be one too!** Christy stopped infront of a woman in a two piece suit, sun bathing, and unoccupied towel on either side of her.
"Hello hun, something wrong?" the woman said casually.
"Mother I found those 'sleeping powers' people! I just have to befriend and then I'll be on my way to Hogwarts!" Christy said, unable to contain her glee. Rumaging through her white beach bag, she felt her fingers fall upon the wand. Pulling it out of the bag, she said a haisty good-bye and took off down the beach to where the 'sleeping powers' people where. "Hi! I got my wand to I can undo this spell," Christy said, completley oblivious to the murderous glares the three were giving her. Waving her wand and muttering a few words, a red light streaked from the top of her wand, encirclying the feet of the two trap-ies. Freed, momentum came ramming back, causing Jeff and Katie to run full speed into each other.
"Lovely birds you have here, Mike," Katie said, her face blank as she pointed to the imaginary birds.
"Meep-meep," Jeff responded.
"Are you alright?" Christy asked, for the first time totally un-cheery.
"Gee, I wonder?" Katie said, sarcasm owning her voice.
"Yes, it's comonplace for me to impersonate weird cartoon characters while being under the impression that a prep believes she's a witch," Jeff said, sitting up.
"But I am!" protested Christy.
"Oy vey," Amanda mumbled, slapping her hand to her forehead. "Houston, we have a nut."
"I second the motion," Jeff said, raiseing a fist.
"But I am!"
"Right. You keep telling yourself that," Katie grumbled, the girls lunacy getting on her nerves.
"Yeah, and next you're gonna tell us that Harry Potter is a real 16 year old boy," Amanda yelled.
"But he is."
"Mrph?" Jeff eyed the girl. "Why are all the hot ones psycho?"
"My name is Christy, I go to Salem Academy for you witches and wizards. I'm a 15 year old and my uncle is Albus Dumbledor, headmaster of Hogwarts schoold of witchcraft and wizardry. To be accepted into Hogwarts, I had to find three people who had magical powers that could only be awakened by a meeting with a witch or wizard. If you three agree to come to Hogwarts with me, the I get in also."
"What's in it for us?" Jeff asked.
"What do you mean? You get to learn magic at one of the best schools in the wizarding world," Christy replied.
"I'm perfectly happy at LCC, even if it is bop infested, and I think you're crazy so I'm thinking that I'm going home," Katie said, rolling up her beach towel.
Amanda, not saying a word since Christy began her little speech about why she was looking for them. Opening her mouth, Jeff automatically slapped his hands over his ears.
"HOLY SHIT." Sitting down, hard, she simply stared at Christy.
"Okayyyyyyyyyyy... So, please come with me! Just come and meet my mother. She could take you to my school!"
"No thank-you. Mommy told me never to go anywhere with psychos," Jeff said, slowly backing up.
"Five...," Katie began, "four... three... two... one..." Jeff tumbled, tripping over Amanda.
"Ow ow ow! You jackass! Where the hell was your brain? Off in the waves?!" Amanda screeched, the nearby walkers quickly edging away.
"Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please ple-"
"ALRIGHT ALREADY! WE'LL MEET YOUR MOTHER!" yelled Amanda, not in the mood to be outdone.
"Touchy touchy," mocked Jeff.
"Shut up stupid," Katie snapped.
"You wanna make me?"
"Yeah I do, bitch!"
"Slut!"
"Whore!"
"Jackass!"
"Ho!"
"Asshole!"
"Bastard!'
"Bop!"
" No fair!" Katie cried.
"Alls fair in war and battles with you!"
"Isn't that supposed ti be 'alls fair in love and war'?" questioned Christy.
"I never use the word 'love' when refering to her!" Jeff spat.
"Don't worry, idiot, the feeling's mutual." Grabbing Jeff and Amand by the arms, Christy began hauling them down the beach towards her mother.
"C'mon Katie! I aint got another arm!" she yelled over her shoulder.
"Help! She's got me! Oh god, I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!" Amanda yelled, hysterical. Quickly, Christy dropped her head freed from the "deadly hold" of Christy, Amanda began running in circles yelling.
"Hey Christy, why don't you just bring your mother here?" Katie asked, oblibious to the crazed Amanda.
"Oh! But I'm going to take Jeff so you won't run off," Christy said cautiously.
"YES- I mean, um, er, you do that. We'll be rrrrriiiiggggghhhhhttttt here," Katie said, trying to hide the smile on her face.
"No way!" Jeff shrieked, arms flailing wildly in and attempt to escape. By noe, most of the other beach goers had vacated the area. Only one or two people would walk by, before running off in the opposite direction.
"Byebye Jeffy boy!" Katie said, smiling uncontrolably and waving like a maniac.
"You leave and I tell the world about last summer."
"You-you!"
"You, I know whay you did last summer," Jeff said, smirking horribly. Grmiacing, Katie sat down on her towel.
"What did you do last summer?" Amanda asked.
" I was riding with some drunk friends, hit a guy who had just dumped his son's body in the ocean, dumped HIS body in the ocean, he came back, killed two of my friends, left me and my boyfriend alive after we thought we killed him, only to be left with a terribly cliffhanger."
Blink blink.
"How awful!" Christy exclaimed.
" Why didn't you ever tell me that you had a boyfriend?!" Amanda yelled.
"Oh lord-"Jeff began
"-what next," Katie finished.
A woman with short blonde hair, in a two piece, walked over to the four.
"Mom!" Christy exclaimed, higging her mother. The woman just smiled.
" I got worried when you didn't return," the woman said. She looked from her daughter to the other three. A girl with purple streaks in her hair wore a string bikini, red with floral pattern. The other girl with red hair wore a one piece black bathing suit with a pair of black and gray board shorts. The singly boy wore a pair of Hawaiian print trunks. Raisning an elegant eyebrown, she chuckled softly.
"Well, well, well! It seems as though the terrible Ones finally got over their differences."
"What? How did you... Mrs. Kensington?" Amanda questioned.
"That's me, although I don't go by that name anymore," Mrs. Kensington replied with a smile.
"Well, two of the Ones still don't get along."
"That, my friend, is the understatement of the millenium," Katie said bluntly.
"Aye," Jeff replied, nodding in consent.
"Who was asking you?" Katie snapped.
"Excuse ME! I didn't know Mrs. Thang was talking to herself," he shot back.
"Go to HELL Jeff!"
"You!"
"I said you!"
"And I said you!"
"You!"
"You!"
"You!"
"You!"
"You!"
"You!" The other three shook their heads.
"So anyway," Amanda began, ignoring the two arguing teens, "Christy here says that we are magic people wnd that Harry Potter is real. I know a really good psychologist, she's a friend of my mom's."
" No no! Christy is a witch; so am I! Come with me, I'll introduce you to Professor Dumbledor," Mrs. Kensington said.
"Well... alright. But you get to make them stop," Amanda said, pointing to the pair, still angry.
"You!"
"You!"
"You you you!"
"YOU!"
"Enough! Follow me!" Mrs. Kensington yelled. Katie and Jeff stared at her, glanced at each other, and followed Mrs. Kensington. The five packed themselves into Mrs. Kensington's car.
* * *
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"NO!"
"Don't you dare even start with me!" Katie yelled. **Ten minutes! Ten minutes and those two are fighting again!** Mrs. Kensington thought.
"I wasn't asking you!"
"Just shut up, Jeff!" yelled Katie, whacking him upside the head.
"Stop it you two, we're here." 'Here' turned out to be a small house off the beach. They walked through the house to the fireplace. "Christy, be a doll and light the fire would you?"
"Sure Mom," she replied. Jeff and Katie were still arguing in hushed voices, Amanda had her fingers in her ears in a desperate attepmt to block out the noise. Mrs. Kensington picked up a jar laying upon the mantle and through a handful of dust on the fire.
"Now this is floo powder. Just say 'Dumbledor's office' in a clear voice, and keep your arms close to your body. No buts Amanda. Christy you first, then Katie, Jeff, Amanda, and then me." Christy walked into the flames. Jeff, Katie, and Amanda slapped their hands over their eyes. Hesitantly, the three peeked through their fingers, eyes widening. Christy stood in the flames, unharmed.
"Dumbledor's office!" she said. with a whoosh, she was gone.
"Now you, Katie." Setting her jaw in place, Katie walked over to the fireplace.
"D... Dum-achoo!" she sneezed, as a clump of soot fell down the chimney.
"Oh dear! Hurry! You too go!!" Jeff quickly walked over, said 'Dumbledor's office' and was gone. Amanda followed him. "I hope she's there." Without anymore hesitation, Mrs. Kensington stood in the flames, yelling 'Dumbledor's office'.
"I see I'm getting paid a visit," said a bemused Dumbledor. **Alright, there's Amanda, Jeff, Christy...**
"No! She's not here!"
"What do you mean, Patricia?"
"Katie! I sent her through the floo network and she's not here!"
"Where could she be?" Amanda asked.
"Who cares?" Jeff muttered.
"Shut up, or I'll beat you up," Amanda said darkly.
"She could be anywhere!" Mrs. Kensington said, horrified.
"We'll find her. I'll see if someone around here can find her magical signature," Dumbledor said, his eyes troubled.
"I do hope so," Patricia (mrs. kensington) said.
* (Many miles away) *
A boy with silver-blonde hair stared disspassionatly at the fire. **Stupid Potter... hex me will he? I will make him pay! I'll-** The fire flared up. A girl wearing a bathing suit and a pair of incredably short-shorts fell out of the fire. She lay on the ground infront of the fire. Angrily, she opened her eyes.
"GOD DAMN YOU, YOU BITCH!" she screamed. Hurried footsteps came up to the room. In the doorway stood Lucius Malfoy.
"Draco, who is this?" Lucius spat. Hasitly, the girl pulled herself off the ground.
"Dude, I'm sorry to 'drop in', could I use your phone? Or could you take me back to Encinitas?" Blank stares met her. "Um..."
"F-f-on-e?" Draco sounded.
"Mudblood!" Lucius hissed.
"Hey, buddy, welcome to reality. You want to insult me, you gotta do better then taht," she snapped. "Show me to the door, pretty-boy, or else I'm sort of stuck here."
"No one tells Father what to do!" Draco said indignatly.
"Don't get touchy with me, I'm pissed off," she snapped, the fire gliniting off her red hair.
"Draco watch her, I'm going to have the Ministry get this... filth, out of my house." Lucius apparated with a faint pop. The girl dropped to the ground, rubbing her head.
"How did a Mudblood end up here?" Draco questioned, his sneer upon his face.
"I dunno. I'm supposed to be in Dumbledor's office." Draco paled.
"Not another one."
"Not another what?" she asked.
"Another American transfer."
"Ohhh. The cliches must be real. Let me guess, you "fell in love" about 50 times, had your "heart broken" each time, and befriended Harry Hermione and Ron about 100 times," she said.
"How did you know?"
"Uh-uh. That's a piece of Mudblood info."
"Bitch," he spat. For a long time she simply stared at him, before asking that one question that is always asked.
"Do you have any chocolate?"
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A/N: ok, this is the first chapter, though I won't do anymore if I don't get any reviews. I will only contiue if I get atleast 1 good review. Please R/R! Or I'll sic the seagulls on ya!