A Fic That Went Wrong
Chapter 4
Christie smiled brightly, oblivious to the curious looks of the muggles at Kings Cross Station. A large group of muggles were surrounding the space between platform nine and ten.
"Mom, how are we supposed to get on the platform with all those muggles surrounding it?" Christie asked politely. Her mother rummages through her purse, looking for the Hogwarts letter. Christie unconsciously smoothed her violet, knee length skirt. Her gaze shifted from the crowd of muggles to her three companions.
One of the taller ones, a girl named Katie, was wearing a pair of indigo jeans and a blue t-shirt with the sleeves rolled. On the front of the shirt was "San Diegueto ASA Softball," while the back read "Grauer Schools, 10." From what Chrisie could understand, Katie played a sport called softball, and for some odd reason, was attached to her worn jersey. She sat upon her trunk which was placed on a trolley.
The only boy in the group, Jeff, was leaning against the handle of his trolley, head bent in boredom, the bleached tips of his hair spiked up. His tanned complexion sank into his black hooded sweatshirt. The sweatshirt read "Hurley", which was some kind of muggle skate company from what Chrisie could gather. He wore tan cargo pants, which were sagged, as muggles tended to do. The legs of his pants, covering his shoes, were wide enough to hide a few extra people.
The final girl, Amanda, was attracting most of the looks. Her hair, freshly streak purple, hung loosely around her shoulders. She wore a knee length black skirt, the ends ragged. Fishnets adorned her arms, covered by a white t-shirt that said "Stop staring at me." The lace up Doc Martins she wore were scuffed. She stood next to Christy's mother, a black trench coat in her hands. Heavy black eye make up, pulled into spirals at the corners of her eyes, contrasted with the pale foundation she wore.
"Here we go!" Patricia, Christy's mom, said. She held up the Hogwarts letter with directions. "We are supposed to walk through the wall opposite of the usual one. Katie, hun, is your dad going to be here? We only have a few minutes left." Katie raised her head, scanning the crowd.
"I guess he forgot," she said softly. Without looking at the others she stood up. "Well, 'Manda, looks like I coulda worn my original outfit."
"Yeah..." Amanda said, giving her friend a sympathetic look.
"Let's get going, okay?" Jeff said nervously.
"A-all right. I'll go through with Katie first, then Amanda, and you, Jeff. And then you Christie," Patricia said. She and Katie slowly leaned against the wall and ...
Disappeared (surprise surprise). Jeff and Amanda followed the suit. Christie brought up the rear. Victorian looking train station met their eyes.
"Whoa... this place is actually clean," Katie said, in awe.
"What do you mean?" Christie asked.
"Well, the train stations in San Diego look like they haven't been cleaned in fifty years," she replied.
"They haven't," Jeff said. Many people in robes, both young and old, were boarding the train, prying themselves free of teary parents, killing each other, the usual back-to-school trauma. As Christie and the three dumbfounded American transfers boarded, Patricia caught Christie in a back breaking hug.
"Oh dear, I'm going to miss you! Owl me everyday! And stay out of trouble!" Christie was slowly turning purple. Jeff was eyeing Patricia oddly, Amanda was shaking with silent laughter, Katie averted her gaze. Finally, Patricia released her daughter, tears coming to her eyes. "Off with you! You're all going to be late! Don't you break any rules!" The four finished climbing the stairs, Patricia's voice trailed after them. "And don't you _DARE_ think about failing any classes!" Jeff and Amanda laughed at Christy's bright red face. The four put their trunks up in am empty compartment and sat down. Jeff and Christie talked about classes and magic, while Amanda and Katie argued about "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory." Angrily, Amanda stood up.
"It is NOT scary at all!" she yelled. Katie got to her feet just as angry.
"It is too! That one guy gets sucked up that tube and Wonka acts like nothing happened! That one girl becomes a blueberry and they send her off to get popped! Than that kid, Charlie, falls down that shaft with bubbles and the giant fan at the bottom...! What about the end where he gets shot out of the building in the elevator! How the hell are you supposed to tell me that that movie wasn't scary?!" Katie yelled, flailing her arms about. Amanda, Christie, and Jeff burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" Katie questioned, a confused look on her face.
"Bwwhaahhhhaaahhhhaaaaa!" Amanda fell to the ground, rolling about, laughing. The other two laughing occupants burst into a fresh round of giggles. Katie cautiously pushed Amanda with her foot.
"Er?"
The compartment door slid open, in the doorway stood three boys. Amanda sat up, laughter gone, and glared at the newcomers. Draco Malfoy stood, nose up, disdainfully eyeing Katie. The other two boys could best be described as "eek!" The huge boys had clunky arms, unibrows, and appeared to be vertically challenged.
"Move now, mudbloods," Draco said, with that drawl.
"Excuse me," Christie said, yet again oblivious. "But we aren't mudbloods. My name is Christie O'Connel, I'm a transfer. What's your name?" Still oblivious to Draco's glare and her three companions looks, she held her hand out.
"My name is Draco Malfoy. Now leave," he said. Jeff stood up, glaring at Crabbe and Goyle.
"Well what if we don't want to?"
"That isn't an option," Crabbe said lowly.
"This is our compartment. No mudblood is going to take it away," Goyle added.
"Now hold on! Lemme think for a second," said Amanda, getting to her feet. "You're Crabbed and Goyle, right?" At their nods, she continued. "I was under the impression that you two couldn't think if your lives depended on it."
"You _WHAT_?" Crabbe yelled.
"Honestly! You mudbloods take everything you read to heart. Even I am not such a misguided judge of character. What bohemians you Americans are!" Goyle said, raising a fist in fury. Amanda, Jeff, and Christie all stared blankly at the two.
"That was a bit rude 'Manda," Katie said, still glaring at Draco. "After all, we've only just met this high-ass and - What are your first names?" she asked, breaking her glare with Draco to look at Crabbe and Goyle.
"Vincent, Vincent Crabbe," the boy with black hair said.
"I'm Gregory Goyle," the boy with brown hair said.
"Now that we're all introduced, will you leave now?" Draco said, careful not to look Christie in the eye.
"Malfoy, are you bugging people _again_?" A voice from outside asked. A red haird boy came into view. Shoving past Draco, the red head made his way into the compartment. He turned, glaring at Malfoy. He wore the long black robes all Hogwarts students wore, a red sash around his waist. He towered over the compartments occupant, bar Draco.
"Shove off, Malfoy. No one wants you here, if I'm not mistaken," Ron spat.
"Where's the rest of the Dream Team?" Draco sneered.
"I didn't know you cared Malfoy," a feminem voice from the door said. Hermione walked in, bushy brown hair pulled back. Besides her was Harry, adorned in Hogwarts robes.
"My, my, my, is this suddenly a mudblood compartment?" Draco smirked, watching Hermione fluster.
"So the ceiling really is charmed?" The Dream Team and Draco turned, quite shocked at what they saw. Crabbe and Goyle appeared to be deep in conversation with Amanda, Katie, and Jeff.
"Very much so. It must have taken quite a lot of charms from what my studies have told me," Goyle said, in an uncanny offhand manner.
"Well, it looks as though I'm doomed to be surrounded by smart people for the rest of my life," Jeff muttered. Katie patted his back.
"I feel your pain," she said, shaking her head. Amanda let out a yelp, jumping up from her seat.
"Dude! New record! Twenty minutes, thirty-one seconds, and there have been no fights of any kind! I knew you could-"
"Get the hell away from me!"
"You!"
"You!"
Sighing, Amanda sat back down.
"I knew it was to good to be true," she grumbled. Shaking his head, Draco blinked rapidly, trying to understand what he was hearing.
"What the hell is going on?"
"For once, I'm actually thinking the same thing as Malfoy," Harry said, disbelief on his face. "More transfers," he swallowed nervously, "I'll never make it out of Hogwarts."
"Dude, did I _ASK_ to be a nutso? I think not. Just chill, the only person you need to worry about is Miss Oh-My-God over there," Jeff said, pointing to Christie.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.
"We don't want to _be_ here. I'm perfectly willing to go back to my algebra class and leave mass insania to itself, thank you very much," Amanda said, nodding to herself.
"What they said," Katie replied, with a offhand gesture, before turning back to Crabbe and Goyle. Christie smiled to herself, standing up and offering her hand to Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
"Hi! My name is Christie," she said.
A/N: Aye, I know it's weird. And I know the transfers are funky. I wrote most of this after a battle with my own mortal enemy (the jackass). And yes, I know algebra sucks. R/R... if you dare...
Chapter 4
Christie smiled brightly, oblivious to the curious looks of the muggles at Kings Cross Station. A large group of muggles were surrounding the space between platform nine and ten.
"Mom, how are we supposed to get on the platform with all those muggles surrounding it?" Christie asked politely. Her mother rummages through her purse, looking for the Hogwarts letter. Christie unconsciously smoothed her violet, knee length skirt. Her gaze shifted from the crowd of muggles to her three companions.
One of the taller ones, a girl named Katie, was wearing a pair of indigo jeans and a blue t-shirt with the sleeves rolled. On the front of the shirt was "San Diegueto ASA Softball," while the back read "Grauer Schools, 10." From what Chrisie could understand, Katie played a sport called softball, and for some odd reason, was attached to her worn jersey. She sat upon her trunk which was placed on a trolley.
The only boy in the group, Jeff, was leaning against the handle of his trolley, head bent in boredom, the bleached tips of his hair spiked up. His tanned complexion sank into his black hooded sweatshirt. The sweatshirt read "Hurley", which was some kind of muggle skate company from what Chrisie could gather. He wore tan cargo pants, which were sagged, as muggles tended to do. The legs of his pants, covering his shoes, were wide enough to hide a few extra people.
The final girl, Amanda, was attracting most of the looks. Her hair, freshly streak purple, hung loosely around her shoulders. She wore a knee length black skirt, the ends ragged. Fishnets adorned her arms, covered by a white t-shirt that said "Stop staring at me." The lace up Doc Martins she wore were scuffed. She stood next to Christy's mother, a black trench coat in her hands. Heavy black eye make up, pulled into spirals at the corners of her eyes, contrasted with the pale foundation she wore.
"Here we go!" Patricia, Christy's mom, said. She held up the Hogwarts letter with directions. "We are supposed to walk through the wall opposite of the usual one. Katie, hun, is your dad going to be here? We only have a few minutes left." Katie raised her head, scanning the crowd.
"I guess he forgot," she said softly. Without looking at the others she stood up. "Well, 'Manda, looks like I coulda worn my original outfit."
"Yeah..." Amanda said, giving her friend a sympathetic look.
"Let's get going, okay?" Jeff said nervously.
"A-all right. I'll go through with Katie first, then Amanda, and you, Jeff. And then you Christie," Patricia said. She and Katie slowly leaned against the wall and ...
Disappeared (surprise surprise). Jeff and Amanda followed the suit. Christie brought up the rear. Victorian looking train station met their eyes.
"Whoa... this place is actually clean," Katie said, in awe.
"What do you mean?" Christie asked.
"Well, the train stations in San Diego look like they haven't been cleaned in fifty years," she replied.
"They haven't," Jeff said. Many people in robes, both young and old, were boarding the train, prying themselves free of teary parents, killing each other, the usual back-to-school trauma. As Christie and the three dumbfounded American transfers boarded, Patricia caught Christie in a back breaking hug.
"Oh dear, I'm going to miss you! Owl me everyday! And stay out of trouble!" Christie was slowly turning purple. Jeff was eyeing Patricia oddly, Amanda was shaking with silent laughter, Katie averted her gaze. Finally, Patricia released her daughter, tears coming to her eyes. "Off with you! You're all going to be late! Don't you break any rules!" The four finished climbing the stairs, Patricia's voice trailed after them. "And don't you _DARE_ think about failing any classes!" Jeff and Amanda laughed at Christy's bright red face. The four put their trunks up in am empty compartment and sat down. Jeff and Christie talked about classes and magic, while Amanda and Katie argued about "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory." Angrily, Amanda stood up.
"It is NOT scary at all!" she yelled. Katie got to her feet just as angry.
"It is too! That one guy gets sucked up that tube and Wonka acts like nothing happened! That one girl becomes a blueberry and they send her off to get popped! Than that kid, Charlie, falls down that shaft with bubbles and the giant fan at the bottom...! What about the end where he gets shot out of the building in the elevator! How the hell are you supposed to tell me that that movie wasn't scary?!" Katie yelled, flailing her arms about. Amanda, Christie, and Jeff burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" Katie questioned, a confused look on her face.
"Bwwhaahhhhaaahhhhaaaaa!" Amanda fell to the ground, rolling about, laughing. The other two laughing occupants burst into a fresh round of giggles. Katie cautiously pushed Amanda with her foot.
"Er?"
The compartment door slid open, in the doorway stood three boys. Amanda sat up, laughter gone, and glared at the newcomers. Draco Malfoy stood, nose up, disdainfully eyeing Katie. The other two boys could best be described as "eek!" The huge boys had clunky arms, unibrows, and appeared to be vertically challenged.
"Move now, mudbloods," Draco said, with that drawl.
"Excuse me," Christie said, yet again oblivious. "But we aren't mudbloods. My name is Christie O'Connel, I'm a transfer. What's your name?" Still oblivious to Draco's glare and her three companions looks, she held her hand out.
"My name is Draco Malfoy. Now leave," he said. Jeff stood up, glaring at Crabbe and Goyle.
"Well what if we don't want to?"
"That isn't an option," Crabbe said lowly.
"This is our compartment. No mudblood is going to take it away," Goyle added.
"Now hold on! Lemme think for a second," said Amanda, getting to her feet. "You're Crabbed and Goyle, right?" At their nods, she continued. "I was under the impression that you two couldn't think if your lives depended on it."
"You _WHAT_?" Crabbe yelled.
"Honestly! You mudbloods take everything you read to heart. Even I am not such a misguided judge of character. What bohemians you Americans are!" Goyle said, raising a fist in fury. Amanda, Jeff, and Christie all stared blankly at the two.
"That was a bit rude 'Manda," Katie said, still glaring at Draco. "After all, we've only just met this high-ass and - What are your first names?" she asked, breaking her glare with Draco to look at Crabbe and Goyle.
"Vincent, Vincent Crabbe," the boy with black hair said.
"I'm Gregory Goyle," the boy with brown hair said.
"Now that we're all introduced, will you leave now?" Draco said, careful not to look Christie in the eye.
"Malfoy, are you bugging people _again_?" A voice from outside asked. A red haird boy came into view. Shoving past Draco, the red head made his way into the compartment. He turned, glaring at Malfoy. He wore the long black robes all Hogwarts students wore, a red sash around his waist. He towered over the compartments occupant, bar Draco.
"Shove off, Malfoy. No one wants you here, if I'm not mistaken," Ron spat.
"Where's the rest of the Dream Team?" Draco sneered.
"I didn't know you cared Malfoy," a feminem voice from the door said. Hermione walked in, bushy brown hair pulled back. Besides her was Harry, adorned in Hogwarts robes.
"My, my, my, is this suddenly a mudblood compartment?" Draco smirked, watching Hermione fluster.
"So the ceiling really is charmed?" The Dream Team and Draco turned, quite shocked at what they saw. Crabbe and Goyle appeared to be deep in conversation with Amanda, Katie, and Jeff.
"Very much so. It must have taken quite a lot of charms from what my studies have told me," Goyle said, in an uncanny offhand manner.
"Well, it looks as though I'm doomed to be surrounded by smart people for the rest of my life," Jeff muttered. Katie patted his back.
"I feel your pain," she said, shaking her head. Amanda let out a yelp, jumping up from her seat.
"Dude! New record! Twenty minutes, thirty-one seconds, and there have been no fights of any kind! I knew you could-"
"Get the hell away from me!"
"You!"
"You!"
Sighing, Amanda sat back down.
"I knew it was to good to be true," she grumbled. Shaking his head, Draco blinked rapidly, trying to understand what he was hearing.
"What the hell is going on?"
"For once, I'm actually thinking the same thing as Malfoy," Harry said, disbelief on his face. "More transfers," he swallowed nervously, "I'll never make it out of Hogwarts."
"Dude, did I _ASK_ to be a nutso? I think not. Just chill, the only person you need to worry about is Miss Oh-My-God over there," Jeff said, pointing to Christie.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.
"We don't want to _be_ here. I'm perfectly willing to go back to my algebra class and leave mass insania to itself, thank you very much," Amanda said, nodding to herself.
"What they said," Katie replied, with a offhand gesture, before turning back to Crabbe and Goyle. Christie smiled to herself, standing up and offering her hand to Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
"Hi! My name is Christie," she said.
A/N: Aye, I know it's weird. And I know the transfers are funky. I wrote most of this after a battle with my own mortal enemy (the jackass). And yes, I know algebra sucks. R/R... if you dare...