Skylar was going all out for her meeting with her secret admirer. She
was wearing the dress robes Tim fixed up for her, and makeup. It was
fifteen to two when she set out for the Astronomy Tower. She opened the
door slowly, making sure it didn't creak and wake up Professor Sinistra.
"What are you doing here?" She asked bitterly, upon seeing Tim leaning against the balcony. Tim opened up his mouth to respond, but Skylar began to yell at him again. "You found my poem didn't you! I can't believe you! How could you!"
"If you'd shut up for a second I'll explain." Skylar turned red and slapped him. Tim glared at her, a hand-print starting to appear on his face. "Maybe if you're smart enough you can comprehend this." He shoved a large book at Skylar and walked out of the tower, slamming the door behind him.
"Get back here you little git!" She screamed after him, ripping open the door, and slamming it behind her. She ran down the hall after him, but he was nowhere in sight. She walked down by Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, and heard sobs. She didn't think anything of it, and walked on. Tim was currently sitting in one of the stalls, thinking of all the things that sucked in life, while sobbing dryly.
"Tim?" He looked up from his parchment, seeing Skylar looking down on him. She had tear stains on her cheeks, and red eyes.
"Yes?"
"I've stayed up all night, reading all of those poems. Do you really mean all of those things?"
"Yeah." Skylar started crying again.
"I'm so so so so so so sorry." She broke down and sat in the chair next to Tim and put her head in her hands. "I've been so stupid." She looked back up at him. "Why didn't you ever tell me these things?"
"I don't know."
"How long have you felt like that?"
"A year or so."
"You are a really good poet."
"Well, I have a really good inspiration." Skylar sat crying silently. "I have a question."
"What?"
"Do you feel the same about me?" Skylar finally smiled, though she was still crying.
"Yeah, since before I was possessed." Tim blushed, but then smiled.
"So that's why you were so agreeable to share the same bed with me." Skylar started laughing but punched him in the shoulder. "Oh yeah, I just want to get it on with you." They both were cracking up, and fell off their chairs.
"What is wrong with those two?" Alannah asked, looking across the common room. "One minute their fighting, next Skylar is crying, now they are both on the floor laughing."
"Don't know." Niaomi answered, turning back to her homework.
"They're psycho, what do you expect?" Max said, scratching a couple lines out of his essay.
"They are the most moody people I've ever met." Alannah answered, writing a nasty note about Snape in her Potions book. Jessica Ely walked over to them.
"It's sickening isn't it?" She said. The three of them looked up at her with confused expressions. "They need to get a room."
"What are you talking about?" Max asked.
"They finally confessed to each other that they are madly in love with the other, and now they are talking about how they shared a bed and wanted to get it on." Their eyes grew wide.
"They shared a bed?!"
"They wanted to get it on?!"
"What are you talking about?!" The three said shocked.
"Um... Maybe I'll explain later. It's one of those times you would've liked to hear the whole conversation. Come on Max, we have detention tonight."
"What did you guys do this time?" Alannah asked. Jessica and Max both grinned.
"We made it look like we were trying to curse each other and actually turned Snape into a mouse and tried to feed him to Mrs. Norris."
"Are you guys friends now?" Jessica and Max looked at each other and shrugged.
"Don't know. I guess so."
"I think hell is becoming chilly." Alannah said, pulling her cloak closer to her. Jessica laughed and headed off to detention, Max following her.
When Max walked into the Potions dungeon first, he almost choked. Snape still had whiskers, and was looking in a mirror.
"Potter! You act just like your father. Now why are you here?" He then took notice to Jessica looking at all of the dead animals in the jars. "Oh yes, your detention."
"Yeah." Snape told them to go to the back room and clean out all of the cauldrons, with no magic.
"God, this sucks. This stuff is like burned on it, and we can't use any scouring spells."
"Have any steel cloth?"
"Huh?"
"Muggle thing." Jessica informed Max. After a couple mintues of silent scrubbing, Max asked her a question.
"What was it like when you were under that charm thing?"
"Very interesting. In the first world, me and you were best friends. I had a brother. But Skylar and Tim were prefects. The second world I was Pettigrew's daughter and I had another brother. So how did you survive without me?" Max looked down at the cauldron he was scraping at.
"Okay I guess." Max muttered. Jessica arched her eyebrow.
"Why did you get all quiet suddenly?" Max shrugged. "Whatever."
They spent the rest of their detention grunting from the exertion used to get the burnt potions off the cauldron sides, and being silent. Finally Snape released them.
"Hey Ely!" Skylar yelled. Jessica looked up from her breakfast. It was Saturday morning, and that meant no classes.
"Hello Skylar."
"Here." Skylar handed Jessica a piece of parchment.
"What is it?"
"An invitation to the Weasley's for Christmas. Are you planning to go home for Christmas?"
'Home?' Jessica thought. "No I wasn't. So why are you inviting me?"
"Well, you're like family now. And you wouldn't want to be by your lonesome do you? Almost everyone from Gryfinndor is coming to a party the Weasley's are throwing. So do you want to come?"
"Sure why not."
"Great!" Skylar sped off with more pieces of parchment to give out to people.
"What did I get myself into?" Jessica asked herself. Max sat down on the chair beside her.
"Hey long ears." He said as he pulled on her ear lobe.
"Don't touch me." She growled.
"What's with you? Hey are you coming to that party?" Max asked.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Cool. You can meet my dad."
"I already have had the pleasure of meeting him."
"Really? Then you can meet my mum." Jessica glanced at him. She remembered what Skylar told her before 'Maxy Waxy has a Crushy Wushy on Jessy Wussy.'
"Why are you so interested in me meeting your parents?" Max blushed.
"No reason really!"
"If you say so. Now what is this thing anyway?"
"Well, since the Weasley family has gotten so big someone connected to the family throws the party. Skylar's family threw it last year. This year my grandparents are throwing it. I think next year, my family is."
"Wow, it must be nice to have a big family." She said.
"Don't you have any aunts or uncles?"
"If I do, they don't want me." She muttered.
"Huh? You're saying they don't come see your parents?" Jessica practically snapped the fork she was holding. She was holding back tears.
"Yeah, I guess that's right." She muttered. She pushed away from the Gryfinndor table and ran out of the Hall.
"Jess! Wait!" He sprinted after her.
"Why why why why why!?" She yelled as she kicked the stone wall outside the entrance hall. "Everyone has families but me. I'm just an unwanted street rat. OW!" She kicked the wall too hard. She started hopping on one foot.
"Need some help?" Someone asked. Jessica lost her balance and fell over. She looked up at Morgania Dursley.
"Nah, I don't need anything." Jessica said.
"Well, I just want to tell you, you're not alone. I'm not an orphan, but sometimes it feels like it."
"Really? Why?"
"My dad calls my powers an abnormality." Jessica snorted. "Yes, I agree. Quite ridiculiosy. He framed my mother of a crime. He doesn't even notice that I'm gone when I run away."
"You run away too? That's the only way I got to Hogwarts. I wouldn't let anyone know what was happening. See, I live at an orphan shelter. It's terrible there."
"But what did you do for money to get your stuff."
"I have one talent, and only one. I can scam people." Morgania laughed loudly.
"And how'd you get to King's Cross?"
"Walked."
"Wow, that must have taken forever."
"It did, but I scammed a whole lot of people." Morgania grinned.
"Well, I have to go, I'll see you later."
"Cheerio."
"Jessica? Are you alright?" Max asked. He found her leaning against the wall. Morgania just left, and Jessica didn't move yet.
"Yeah, I'm better now." Jessica said.
"What was that about? Why did you get so upset that you're aunts and uncles don't like your parents?"
"Long story. I'll explain it to you someday. Come on. I'll beat you at a game of Wizard's Chess."
"I stink at that game!"
"I know."
"Hey Erica." Tim said. He went over to the Slytherin table during breakfast.
"Oh hi Tim!" Erica said. Tim grinned at the other Slytherins that were glaring at him.
"Here. I hope you can come." Tim walked down the Slytherin table, giving an invitation to Morgania.
"What is that?" A Slytherin girl asked.
"An invite to Tim's party."
"How can you socialize with those Gryfinndors?"
"Quite easily." Erica said as she walked away from the Slytherin table.
"Just because Christmas vacation is coming, doesn't mean I'm going to let you off easy. You will all make this cyclone potion before class is over." Snape lectured. Everyone groaned. There was only 2 more days until everyone would be leaving Hogwarts to be with their families. The sounds of cauldrons clanking onto the desks, ingredients being taken out of bags, and soft murmurs fill the class.
"Can you cut up the blue bottom flies while I grind up the flobberworms?" Paul asked Jessica.
"Alright. You're a Weasley right? What goes on at these parties?"
"Usually it ends up with Tim's family and Skylar blowing up the neighbors' garden shed. And my grandmother always makes a huge dinner. We always eat outside with anti-coldness charms around the yard. But this year they got a bigger house and we get to eat inside. We have faeries all over the place. My grandfather who has a huge obsession with muggle stuff, so we decorate the house with lights so we 'blend' in."
"Really? I've never celebrated Christmas before."
"Are you serious? Are you Jewish or something?"
"No, just never had the chance to."
"Why?"
"I live in an orphan shelter that thinks 'All they need is food.'"
"Get to work. No more talking!" Snape snapped.
"I didn't know you were an orphan." Paul whispered.
"It's not something I like to brag about. What's it like having a big family?"
"Pretty good, except for you have to buy lots of presents. You'll like coming to my grandparents. I think Doors is coming." Jessica perked up.
"Really? How is she related to you?"
"She's Harry Potters aunt. He's my uncle."
"Oh. Cool."
"I said no talking!"
"What are you doing here?" She asked bitterly, upon seeing Tim leaning against the balcony. Tim opened up his mouth to respond, but Skylar began to yell at him again. "You found my poem didn't you! I can't believe you! How could you!"
"If you'd shut up for a second I'll explain." Skylar turned red and slapped him. Tim glared at her, a hand-print starting to appear on his face. "Maybe if you're smart enough you can comprehend this." He shoved a large book at Skylar and walked out of the tower, slamming the door behind him.
"Get back here you little git!" She screamed after him, ripping open the door, and slamming it behind her. She ran down the hall after him, but he was nowhere in sight. She walked down by Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, and heard sobs. She didn't think anything of it, and walked on. Tim was currently sitting in one of the stalls, thinking of all the things that sucked in life, while sobbing dryly.
"Tim?" He looked up from his parchment, seeing Skylar looking down on him. She had tear stains on her cheeks, and red eyes.
"Yes?"
"I've stayed up all night, reading all of those poems. Do you really mean all of those things?"
"Yeah." Skylar started crying again.
"I'm so so so so so so sorry." She broke down and sat in the chair next to Tim and put her head in her hands. "I've been so stupid." She looked back up at him. "Why didn't you ever tell me these things?"
"I don't know."
"How long have you felt like that?"
"A year or so."
"You are a really good poet."
"Well, I have a really good inspiration." Skylar sat crying silently. "I have a question."
"What?"
"Do you feel the same about me?" Skylar finally smiled, though she was still crying.
"Yeah, since before I was possessed." Tim blushed, but then smiled.
"So that's why you were so agreeable to share the same bed with me." Skylar started laughing but punched him in the shoulder. "Oh yeah, I just want to get it on with you." They both were cracking up, and fell off their chairs.
"What is wrong with those two?" Alannah asked, looking across the common room. "One minute their fighting, next Skylar is crying, now they are both on the floor laughing."
"Don't know." Niaomi answered, turning back to her homework.
"They're psycho, what do you expect?" Max said, scratching a couple lines out of his essay.
"They are the most moody people I've ever met." Alannah answered, writing a nasty note about Snape in her Potions book. Jessica Ely walked over to them.
"It's sickening isn't it?" She said. The three of them looked up at her with confused expressions. "They need to get a room."
"What are you talking about?" Max asked.
"They finally confessed to each other that they are madly in love with the other, and now they are talking about how they shared a bed and wanted to get it on." Their eyes grew wide.
"They shared a bed?!"
"They wanted to get it on?!"
"What are you talking about?!" The three said shocked.
"Um... Maybe I'll explain later. It's one of those times you would've liked to hear the whole conversation. Come on Max, we have detention tonight."
"What did you guys do this time?" Alannah asked. Jessica and Max both grinned.
"We made it look like we were trying to curse each other and actually turned Snape into a mouse and tried to feed him to Mrs. Norris."
"Are you guys friends now?" Jessica and Max looked at each other and shrugged.
"Don't know. I guess so."
"I think hell is becoming chilly." Alannah said, pulling her cloak closer to her. Jessica laughed and headed off to detention, Max following her.
When Max walked into the Potions dungeon first, he almost choked. Snape still had whiskers, and was looking in a mirror.
"Potter! You act just like your father. Now why are you here?" He then took notice to Jessica looking at all of the dead animals in the jars. "Oh yes, your detention."
"Yeah." Snape told them to go to the back room and clean out all of the cauldrons, with no magic.
"God, this sucks. This stuff is like burned on it, and we can't use any scouring spells."
"Have any steel cloth?"
"Huh?"
"Muggle thing." Jessica informed Max. After a couple mintues of silent scrubbing, Max asked her a question.
"What was it like when you were under that charm thing?"
"Very interesting. In the first world, me and you were best friends. I had a brother. But Skylar and Tim were prefects. The second world I was Pettigrew's daughter and I had another brother. So how did you survive without me?" Max looked down at the cauldron he was scraping at.
"Okay I guess." Max muttered. Jessica arched her eyebrow.
"Why did you get all quiet suddenly?" Max shrugged. "Whatever."
They spent the rest of their detention grunting from the exertion used to get the burnt potions off the cauldron sides, and being silent. Finally Snape released them.
"Hey Ely!" Skylar yelled. Jessica looked up from her breakfast. It was Saturday morning, and that meant no classes.
"Hello Skylar."
"Here." Skylar handed Jessica a piece of parchment.
"What is it?"
"An invitation to the Weasley's for Christmas. Are you planning to go home for Christmas?"
'Home?' Jessica thought. "No I wasn't. So why are you inviting me?"
"Well, you're like family now. And you wouldn't want to be by your lonesome do you? Almost everyone from Gryfinndor is coming to a party the Weasley's are throwing. So do you want to come?"
"Sure why not."
"Great!" Skylar sped off with more pieces of parchment to give out to people.
"What did I get myself into?" Jessica asked herself. Max sat down on the chair beside her.
"Hey long ears." He said as he pulled on her ear lobe.
"Don't touch me." She growled.
"What's with you? Hey are you coming to that party?" Max asked.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Cool. You can meet my dad."
"I already have had the pleasure of meeting him."
"Really? Then you can meet my mum." Jessica glanced at him. She remembered what Skylar told her before 'Maxy Waxy has a Crushy Wushy on Jessy Wussy.'
"Why are you so interested in me meeting your parents?" Max blushed.
"No reason really!"
"If you say so. Now what is this thing anyway?"
"Well, since the Weasley family has gotten so big someone connected to the family throws the party. Skylar's family threw it last year. This year my grandparents are throwing it. I think next year, my family is."
"Wow, it must be nice to have a big family." She said.
"Don't you have any aunts or uncles?"
"If I do, they don't want me." She muttered.
"Huh? You're saying they don't come see your parents?" Jessica practically snapped the fork she was holding. She was holding back tears.
"Yeah, I guess that's right." She muttered. She pushed away from the Gryfinndor table and ran out of the Hall.
"Jess! Wait!" He sprinted after her.
"Why why why why why!?" She yelled as she kicked the stone wall outside the entrance hall. "Everyone has families but me. I'm just an unwanted street rat. OW!" She kicked the wall too hard. She started hopping on one foot.
"Need some help?" Someone asked. Jessica lost her balance and fell over. She looked up at Morgania Dursley.
"Nah, I don't need anything." Jessica said.
"Well, I just want to tell you, you're not alone. I'm not an orphan, but sometimes it feels like it."
"Really? Why?"
"My dad calls my powers an abnormality." Jessica snorted. "Yes, I agree. Quite ridiculiosy. He framed my mother of a crime. He doesn't even notice that I'm gone when I run away."
"You run away too? That's the only way I got to Hogwarts. I wouldn't let anyone know what was happening. See, I live at an orphan shelter. It's terrible there."
"But what did you do for money to get your stuff."
"I have one talent, and only one. I can scam people." Morgania laughed loudly.
"And how'd you get to King's Cross?"
"Walked."
"Wow, that must have taken forever."
"It did, but I scammed a whole lot of people." Morgania grinned.
"Well, I have to go, I'll see you later."
"Cheerio."
"Jessica? Are you alright?" Max asked. He found her leaning against the wall. Morgania just left, and Jessica didn't move yet.
"Yeah, I'm better now." Jessica said.
"What was that about? Why did you get so upset that you're aunts and uncles don't like your parents?"
"Long story. I'll explain it to you someday. Come on. I'll beat you at a game of Wizard's Chess."
"I stink at that game!"
"I know."
"Hey Erica." Tim said. He went over to the Slytherin table during breakfast.
"Oh hi Tim!" Erica said. Tim grinned at the other Slytherins that were glaring at him.
"Here. I hope you can come." Tim walked down the Slytherin table, giving an invitation to Morgania.
"What is that?" A Slytherin girl asked.
"An invite to Tim's party."
"How can you socialize with those Gryfinndors?"
"Quite easily." Erica said as she walked away from the Slytherin table.
"Just because Christmas vacation is coming, doesn't mean I'm going to let you off easy. You will all make this cyclone potion before class is over." Snape lectured. Everyone groaned. There was only 2 more days until everyone would be leaving Hogwarts to be with their families. The sounds of cauldrons clanking onto the desks, ingredients being taken out of bags, and soft murmurs fill the class.
"Can you cut up the blue bottom flies while I grind up the flobberworms?" Paul asked Jessica.
"Alright. You're a Weasley right? What goes on at these parties?"
"Usually it ends up with Tim's family and Skylar blowing up the neighbors' garden shed. And my grandmother always makes a huge dinner. We always eat outside with anti-coldness charms around the yard. But this year they got a bigger house and we get to eat inside. We have faeries all over the place. My grandfather who has a huge obsession with muggle stuff, so we decorate the house with lights so we 'blend' in."
"Really? I've never celebrated Christmas before."
"Are you serious? Are you Jewish or something?"
"No, just never had the chance to."
"Why?"
"I live in an orphan shelter that thinks 'All they need is food.'"
"Get to work. No more talking!" Snape snapped.
"I didn't know you were an orphan." Paul whispered.
"It's not something I like to brag about. What's it like having a big family?"
"Pretty good, except for you have to buy lots of presents. You'll like coming to my grandparents. I think Doors is coming." Jessica perked up.
"Really? How is she related to you?"
"She's Harry Potters aunt. He's my uncle."
"Oh. Cool."
"I said no talking!"