As usual, I don't own anyhting. Except me, duh. Charlotte owns herself. Have a nice day ^_^
Ok then, this comes after a whole shitload of Lord of the Ring fics. Which I have never written. But may someday. Oh whatever. Oh yeah...read my counterpart fic by Charlotte, who's username is CEA. Then this will all make more sense.
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Oh, to be a Wizard-Beta Version
By ginseng87 Part 1
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After forty years in a place of magic, one learns to sense these things before they actually happen.
I had thought myself on my way home, back to Hancock Middle School and all its crabby teachers and horrible food.
I had thought wrong.
The stuff that fills the gaps between worlds deposited me rather harshly onto a section of stone floor, and with one quick look around, I knew where I was all to well. I was in Middle Earth no longer.
I raised myself from the stony ground, shaking my head ruefully. I was getting to old for this. Even if I did appear eleven.
I knew where I was, though I didn't know what I was expected to do there. Relive my entire adolescence, apparently; not exactly a euphoric prospect. As if I wasn't fed up enough, apparently the fates found it amusing to stick me in another inane situation, this time with a wand and a cat. I thought longingly of my bed in the attic, of Charlotte and Kelly and my little meadow behind the pond. I thought of Katherine Flynn. I hadn't been her in what seemed like forever. Being a witch (and the wife of the Ring Bearer) has its perks, but its nothing to being yourself.
With a weary sigh I looked down at the occupant of the bed a few feet away from me. I got a bit of a shock as I found Charlotte, my best friend from *my* world, staring back at me, looking equally as surprised.
"Kate?" she asked tenatively.
"Where am I?" I asked, even though I knew perfectly well. I'm like that.
"Hogwarts, how... why are you... I mean... what...?"
"Hogwarts? Oh, really? I've been in Lord of the Rings for the past forty years; I thought I was going home."
A completely shocked look propelled itself across Charlotte's face. "Really? I've been in Star Wars for forty years; I had the same idea..."
The door to the dormitory was flung open and Professor McGonagall stood in the doorway, in a hair net and fuzzy bathrobe. "Charlotte, what on Earth are you doing?" Charlotte sat up in bed, hurrying to explain. "I don't really know, Professor. This is Kate, my best friend from 'my' world. Is she supposed to be here?"
'Supposed to be here.' F*** no I wasn't supposed to be here! What was she thinking?
Professor McGonagall drew herself up and motioned for me to come forward. "We should consult Professor Dumbledore about this in the morning. For now, Kate, come with me and we'll find somewhere for you to sleep."
"Yes, Professor."
I humbly followed her out the door. My life as a Hogwarts student had begun.
I followed McGonagall through the moonlit hallways to a statue of an amazingly ugly man holding a falcon. She pushed some unseen part of the base and it scraped aside, revealing a staircase. She handed me a lamp.
"You may sleep here tonight. Tomorrow, when you are ready, you may come down to Professor Dumbledore's office and we will make arrangements."
I nodded, and she bowed her head and dispaeared back down the silvery corridor.
I took the steps slowly, and when I reached the top all I saw was the bed. I collapsed onto it, and knew no more.
Ok then, this comes after a whole shitload of Lord of the Ring fics. Which I have never written. But may someday. Oh whatever. Oh yeah...read my counterpart fic by Charlotte, who's username is CEA. Then this will all make more sense.
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Oh, to be a Wizard-Beta Version
By ginseng87 Part 1
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After forty years in a place of magic, one learns to sense these things before they actually happen.
I had thought myself on my way home, back to Hancock Middle School and all its crabby teachers and horrible food.
I had thought wrong.
The stuff that fills the gaps between worlds deposited me rather harshly onto a section of stone floor, and with one quick look around, I knew where I was all to well. I was in Middle Earth no longer.
I raised myself from the stony ground, shaking my head ruefully. I was getting to old for this. Even if I did appear eleven.
I knew where I was, though I didn't know what I was expected to do there. Relive my entire adolescence, apparently; not exactly a euphoric prospect. As if I wasn't fed up enough, apparently the fates found it amusing to stick me in another inane situation, this time with a wand and a cat. I thought longingly of my bed in the attic, of Charlotte and Kelly and my little meadow behind the pond. I thought of Katherine Flynn. I hadn't been her in what seemed like forever. Being a witch (and the wife of the Ring Bearer) has its perks, but its nothing to being yourself.
With a weary sigh I looked down at the occupant of the bed a few feet away from me. I got a bit of a shock as I found Charlotte, my best friend from *my* world, staring back at me, looking equally as surprised.
"Kate?" she asked tenatively.
"Where am I?" I asked, even though I knew perfectly well. I'm like that.
"Hogwarts, how... why are you... I mean... what...?"
"Hogwarts? Oh, really? I've been in Lord of the Rings for the past forty years; I thought I was going home."
A completely shocked look propelled itself across Charlotte's face. "Really? I've been in Star Wars for forty years; I had the same idea..."
The door to the dormitory was flung open and Professor McGonagall stood in the doorway, in a hair net and fuzzy bathrobe. "Charlotte, what on Earth are you doing?" Charlotte sat up in bed, hurrying to explain. "I don't really know, Professor. This is Kate, my best friend from 'my' world. Is she supposed to be here?"
'Supposed to be here.' F*** no I wasn't supposed to be here! What was she thinking?
Professor McGonagall drew herself up and motioned for me to come forward. "We should consult Professor Dumbledore about this in the morning. For now, Kate, come with me and we'll find somewhere for you to sleep."
"Yes, Professor."
I humbly followed her out the door. My life as a Hogwarts student had begun.
I followed McGonagall through the moonlit hallways to a statue of an amazingly ugly man holding a falcon. She pushed some unseen part of the base and it scraped aside, revealing a staircase. She handed me a lamp.
"You may sleep here tonight. Tomorrow, when you are ready, you may come down to Professor Dumbledore's office and we will make arrangements."
I nodded, and she bowed her head and dispaeared back down the silvery corridor.
I took the steps slowly, and when I reached the top all I saw was the bed. I collapsed onto it, and knew no more.
