Chapter 2
It was about 1 am. Scully and Mulder were back on the couch. However there were now three plates of brownies. One was on Mulder's lap. The second was on the coffee table, surrounded by Langley, Byres, and Frohike. The third was on Skinners lap.
Unfortunately, the show on the czars had ended about midnight, the same time Mulder and Scully brought the cell phones. Skinner was the first one they called.
"Skinner."
"Ah... Helloooooo...." Mulder was talking in high squeaky voice, trying to be German.
Skinner and TLG had arrived about midnight. It was now 2am. Mulder and Scully were on the couch.... the rest on the floor. Mulder and Scully each shared a plate of brownies... And each person on the floor had their own plate.
They didn't know where the brownies came from. Not that they paid any attention, or cared for that matter. All they knew was that they had to eat those delicious brownies.
Currently, they were engrossed in a PBS special on President Clinton. Laughter reigned in the tiny apartment. Any word, could set of a fit of giggles. Right now, there was a piece on the FBI.
Scully bolted up. A light of mischief shone in her eyes.
"I know a place with lots and lots and lots of papers we can flush!"
Mulder's eyes went wide. "Lets go!!"
They all ran down to Mulder's car, taking their brownie plate with them. Scully climbed into the drivers seat, Mulder held the door for her, Skinner sat in the passenger seat, and TLG sat in the back.
"Heehee." Scully giggled. "I cant reach the pedals!!!! Mulder.. get your scrawny ass up here and fix the seat..."
Mulder clambered up behind Scully. He pushed the seat back.
"God damn it! I can sit up now!" She pushed Mulder onto the chair, and sat on top of him. "There. Good God."
Finally... they made it to Mulder's office. And it was luckily. There had been many very near misses along the way.
When they got to the building.. Mulder was in awe. But that was nothing compared to the delight on his face when faced with all the glory of the papers in his office.
He went to the bathroom. Actually.. he wandered down the hall looking for a tree. When he came back, and even bigger smile was on his face.
"You are never going to believe it you guys... I found a whole room... a whole room of toilets!!!!" There was a collected gasp... and Scully looked like a kid at Christmas. She yanked the door open. There was a flash of Purple.
Muggles were back at Hogwarts.
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Neville, Ron, Seamus, Dean, Hermione, and Harry all woke at the same time. They all sat up. Everyone but Harry was busy looking around, trying to wake up. Harry, was clutching his head in his hands.
"Harry..." Hermonie had more than a hint of anxiety in her voice. "Harry.. are you... all right? You're..."
Harry interrupted her. "No, my scar doesn't hurt. My head does. It feels likes it's been smashed open." He stood up. "Where are we?"
"Dunno." Ron looked toughly confused.
"Well... we're not at Hogwarts. This is Muggle stuff." At this pronouncement everyone turned twords Dean. None of them expected the voice to be his. They all thought it would be Hermione's.
"Well it is. Look at it. Pencils. Paper. That poster doesn't move." Dean poined.
"'I want to believe' What's that supposed to mean?" This came from Seamus
.
"Isn't that a UFO?" Neville ventured his opinion of the odd poster.
"UH... yeha.. I think so.." Ron was recovering quickly.
"Bu..." Hermione was speechless. "Bu.. how could we have left Hogwarts? We'd have had to Disparate. You just can't do that." She looked pleadingly at Harry. Everyone else also turned their eyes twords Harry.
"Wot are you looking at me for? I didn't do this."
"You're sure..." Hermione had a note of panic in her voice. "You're sure your scar didn't hurt? Ohh... Professor McGonagall is going to be so angry...."
"Wot for though? It wasn't our fault." Seamus stated the obvious.
Neville whimpered. Harry shot around to face him. He had felt protective of Neville, ever since hearing of the Longbottom's fate.
"What's the matter Neville."
"Professor McGonagall... Gryffindor..." He seemed unable to communicate his thought.
But then it dawned on Harry. He went as white as Neville
"Gryffindor. We have a game... against Slytherin.. today!"
It was about 1 am. Scully and Mulder were back on the couch. However there were now three plates of brownies. One was on Mulder's lap. The second was on the coffee table, surrounded by Langley, Byres, and Frohike. The third was on Skinners lap.
Unfortunately, the show on the czars had ended about midnight, the same time Mulder and Scully brought the cell phones. Skinner was the first one they called.
"Skinner."
"Ah... Helloooooo...." Mulder was talking in high squeaky voice, trying to be German.
Skinner and TLG had arrived about midnight. It was now 2am. Mulder and Scully were on the couch.... the rest on the floor. Mulder and Scully each shared a plate of brownies... And each person on the floor had their own plate.
They didn't know where the brownies came from. Not that they paid any attention, or cared for that matter. All they knew was that they had to eat those delicious brownies.
Currently, they were engrossed in a PBS special on President Clinton. Laughter reigned in the tiny apartment. Any word, could set of a fit of giggles. Right now, there was a piece on the FBI.
Scully bolted up. A light of mischief shone in her eyes.
"I know a place with lots and lots and lots of papers we can flush!"
Mulder's eyes went wide. "Lets go!!"
They all ran down to Mulder's car, taking their brownie plate with them. Scully climbed into the drivers seat, Mulder held the door for her, Skinner sat in the passenger seat, and TLG sat in the back.
"Heehee." Scully giggled. "I cant reach the pedals!!!! Mulder.. get your scrawny ass up here and fix the seat..."
Mulder clambered up behind Scully. He pushed the seat back.
"God damn it! I can sit up now!" She pushed Mulder onto the chair, and sat on top of him. "There. Good God."
Finally... they made it to Mulder's office. And it was luckily. There had been many very near misses along the way.
When they got to the building.. Mulder was in awe. But that was nothing compared to the delight on his face when faced with all the glory of the papers in his office.
He went to the bathroom. Actually.. he wandered down the hall looking for a tree. When he came back, and even bigger smile was on his face.
"You are never going to believe it you guys... I found a whole room... a whole room of toilets!!!!" There was a collected gasp... and Scully looked like a kid at Christmas. She yanked the door open. There was a flash of Purple.
Muggles were back at Hogwarts.
************************************************************************************************************************
Neville, Ron, Seamus, Dean, Hermione, and Harry all woke at the same time. They all sat up. Everyone but Harry was busy looking around, trying to wake up. Harry, was clutching his head in his hands.
"Harry..." Hermonie had more than a hint of anxiety in her voice. "Harry.. are you... all right? You're..."
Harry interrupted her. "No, my scar doesn't hurt. My head does. It feels likes it's been smashed open." He stood up. "Where are we?"
"Dunno." Ron looked toughly confused.
"Well... we're not at Hogwarts. This is Muggle stuff." At this pronouncement everyone turned twords Dean. None of them expected the voice to be his. They all thought it would be Hermione's.
"Well it is. Look at it. Pencils. Paper. That poster doesn't move." Dean poined.
"'I want to believe' What's that supposed to mean?" This came from Seamus
.
"Isn't that a UFO?" Neville ventured his opinion of the odd poster.
"UH... yeha.. I think so.." Ron was recovering quickly.
"Bu..." Hermione was speechless. "Bu.. how could we have left Hogwarts? We'd have had to Disparate. You just can't do that." She looked pleadingly at Harry. Everyone else also turned their eyes twords Harry.
"Wot are you looking at me for? I didn't do this."
"You're sure..." Hermione had a note of panic in her voice. "You're sure your scar didn't hurt? Ohh... Professor McGonagall is going to be so angry...."
"Wot for though? It wasn't our fault." Seamus stated the obvious.
Neville whimpered. Harry shot around to face him. He had felt protective of Neville, ever since hearing of the Longbottom's fate.
"What's the matter Neville."
"Professor McGonagall... Gryffindor..." He seemed unable to communicate his thought.
But then it dawned on Harry. He went as white as Neville
"Gryffindor. We have a game... against Slytherin.. today!"
