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Disclaimer: This is my first fanfic, I'm a simple teenager, obviously Harry Potter is not mine! If he were would I be sitting here rolling around in cash? Ooops. o.O Said too much **pushes 100$ bills under bed quickly** you didn't see a thing! **Cheeky grin** If you want to know what is mine, check out my profile. Adios. Enjoy. *Please R&R, constructive criticism please ^.^*
A/N: Sorry it took so long lol, damn my laziness, enjoy and keep those reviews coming! ^.^ If you have any questions, something doesn't make sense, post it in your review and I'll do my best to answer ^.^
Thank you's --- Rose Noix for your encouraging response and Morgan yet again for, just being you gal, keep it up lol!
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Chloe touched down softly on the turf, bending over slightly, breathing deeply. Wiping the perspiration off her brow line she straightening her back she walked back to the locker room, the 8:45am sun beating down on her, the heat making her feel like if she stood there long enough she'd liquefy. Clutching her broom in one hand she jogged the rest of the distance to the showers, the green spring grass flattening under her boots as she jogged.
Finally reaching the door she trotted in, collapsing on the nearest wooden bench; Pulling her boots and socks off she lay her back on the seat, her feet dangling over the side, not quite touching the cool tiles. She rested in silence, wishing she had her wand with her; she'd easily be able to perform a cooling charm.
Sitting up slowly, she grabbed her shoes and socks, walked over and tossed them in her open locker and made her way to the showers.
10 minutes later she remerged, showered and ready for school, her face still a little flushed from practice. Chloe walked over to her locker, the contents; socks and boots, hanging out insecurely. She bundled them up, tying her laces, which bound her boots together, and rolling her socks inside them.
She charily placed her broom in her purple locker; glad she had a protection charm around it and picked up her shoes, sitting them beside her on the bench. She'd wait for Morgan to finish in the show and catch the floo to school. Leaning her back against her locker she tapped her foot rhythmically.
"Morgan?" Chloe called, raising an eyebrow indolently. As if she was standing around the corner, she appeared instantly in front of her locker, next to Chloe's in her school uniform, the same as her friends; short navy, pleated skirt, white blouse with pearly buttons, house crest on the pocket and a silver and navy tie loosely around her neck. White knee-high socks and highly polished shoes.
Morgan's hair flowed freely past her shoulders, shining silver as it clashed with the sun as it flooded through the open door, unlike Chloe's hair who was pulled back neatly into two brunette braids. One running down each side of her head.
"You rang?" she said, opening her locker with her wand. "I did, but if we don't dash soon, the bell will be." Chloe responded. Morgan cautiously positioned her firebolt upright in the corner of her locker in its stand, shut the door and locked it with the tip of her wand. "Well I'm ready," She said, placing her wand in her pocket. "Sounds good" Chloe replied cheerily, raising to her feet and turning to put her boots in her locker and secured it with her wand. She planted her wand in her skirt pocket and pulled out her red shades, placing them over her hazel eyes, Morgan copying her actions, positioning her pink sunnies on her face.
"Ready?" Chloe questioned, grinning and glancing down at her watch.
"You betcha" Morgan replied, grinning and stuffing her wand in her pocket, setting off for the journey to the members room where they had had breakfast, those few, short hours ago to collect their bags and use the floo network to trek to school.
"Good practice girls" George called out from the locker room.
"Thanks Gorgy boy!" The girls replied in agreement, they heard him chuckle from the room they had just left, rolling their eyes, that was the humorous coach they knew.
"You're so lucky!" Chloe said, panting dimly as they ascended the stairs, gradually.
"Why is that?" Morgan replied, breathing naturally.
"You've got family in Europe and you get a FIREBOLT! They're not even available here, yet!" Chloe said, rapidly
Morgan giggled slightly. "You have family in Europe also, We were both born there and the firebolts should be out here soon, I highly doubt Gorgy will want his mind boggling team ridding anything but the best." She stated, winking at her friend.
"I guess you're right"
"Guess?"
Chloe grinned, "We are mind boggling aren't we? I particularly think the keeper is.superb is the phrase I hear used most frequently.
Morgan rolled her bright, blue eyes. "Don't push it you! I think all that fame is getting wedged in that over-large head of yours!" She said, and as if on cue both girls burst out laughing.
Finally their giggles subsided and they made their way through to the main room, snatching their bags off the hooks and making their way to the fireplace, where Morgan tossed a handful of green looking sand into the blazing fire, making the intense orange flames transform to an emerald green, at once.
Morgan tightened her grip on her bag and stridden forward into the flames, shouting "Wollongong Witches Day Academy" and in a muffled pop and she vanished.
Chloe clutched her book back, seizing a handful of the sand and spread it into the fire; the flames turned an emerald green once more and she stepped in, the flames licking at her sides. "Wollongong Witches Day Academy" She coughed, ash catching in her throat and she flew upwards, zooming around rapidly. She saw Morgan just ahead of her and clamped her eyes shut, a wave of sickness falling upon her as it did every morning.
Minutes past, Chloe stopped with a sudden jolt and hit the cool stone floor with a 'THUD.'
Chloe opened her eyes slowly, Morgan was waving her hand impatiently in front of her, she grabbed it and her friend pulled her up. Grabbing the wand out of her pocket she muttered a cleaning charm for her uniform, scrunching up her face slightly as the soot disappeared.
"How do you do it?" Chloe said, slightly annoyed.
"Do what?" Morgan asked, raising a thin, blonde eyebrow.
"Land without looking like you fell out of the nearest hurricane?" she questioned, flattening her skirt.
"Experience my dear friend, experience," She replied in a slightly posh tone.
Chloe chuckled, looking around the room they had landed in, their house study dorm, where they came at breaks or after school to study. Chloe and Morgan were in piense, which was one of the four houses at W.W.D.A.
Piense's were known for their outgoing personality, intellect and charm. The room was huge; it had tall navy painted walls, grey carpet and high ceilings. It overlooked the large, swimming lagoon used for sport classes.
Running under the large, spotless windows stood the thick oak lunch table. Books surrounded the room, the shelves reaching from carpet to roof; Many chrome ladders were attached to rails around the edge, allowing them to move freely from side to side so students could reach high up books.
Under the shelves sat numerous multi-coloured beanbags, used for leisure reading. Study desks and chairs were scattered around the room, joining in various shapes and patterns, ink wells that had been filled that morning by prefects stood at the head of every desk, black liquid sparkling in each.
Chloe ambled over to a brilliant orange coloured beanbag and sunk into it before diving into her book bag, searching for her class schedule. She found it loosely hanging out of her homework journal. Grabbing it she scanned it silently, her black eyes rolling over the days, finding Thursday immediately and tracing a finger down the lessons she had for the day.
Looking up at Morgan, who had made her way over to the beanbags, selecting a blue one opposite her she shook her head, grimacing somewhat.
"I've got Webster first for botany, what about you?"
"Selwyn, potions" she answered with a grin.
"Lucky! I don't have him till 3rd!" Chloe answered, screwing up her face. Professor Selwyn was the girls' favourite teacher; he was funny and spent the majority of the class joking.
"What else do you have?' Morgan asked, over the top of her potions homework" "I have Webster, Roberts, Selwyn, Millard, Mathers, Presley and Ryan." The day looked good, except for her first lesson.
Chloe was a year younger then Morgan, but they were both in the same grade, as she had started studying at a young age, but the girls were in different level classes due to placement exams.
"Where are the girls?" Chloe asked, looking around, noticing their group of friends hadn't arrived yet.
"No idea" Morgan responded, not looking up from her homework. The bell rang, long and loud, rebounding off the walls of the room.
"We'll have to see them in class" Chloe screeched over the racket of the bell, picking up her bag and making her way to the exit, relaxing her face as the bell finally rung out.
"Billywig" Chloe said, stepping through the aged tapestry, the exit from the Piense study dorm.
Waving good-bye to her friend she dashed off to her Botany class, clasping her bag on her shoulder, a small amount of her brunette hair flying out of her neat braids and flying into her face. Blowing them out of her vision she ambled down the huge staircase, jumping the last two steps and running smack bang into a prefect turning the corner.
Chloe fell backwards, releasing the death grip on her knapsack, her books and parchment flying everywhere, the faint noise of breaking glass tinkling in the back of her mind as her ink bottles smashed on the marble staircase, Her head hit the staircase and she blacked out.
Disclaimer: This is my first fanfic, I'm a simple teenager, obviously Harry Potter is not mine! If he were would I be sitting here rolling around in cash? Ooops. o.O Said too much **pushes 100$ bills under bed quickly** you didn't see a thing! **Cheeky grin** If you want to know what is mine, check out my profile. Adios. Enjoy. *Please R&R, constructive criticism please ^.^*
A/N: Sorry it took so long lol, damn my laziness, enjoy and keep those reviews coming! ^.^ If you have any questions, something doesn't make sense, post it in your review and I'll do my best to answer ^.^
Thank you's --- Rose Noix for your encouraging response and Morgan yet again for, just being you gal, keep it up lol!
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Chloe touched down softly on the turf, bending over slightly, breathing deeply. Wiping the perspiration off her brow line she straightening her back she walked back to the locker room, the 8:45am sun beating down on her, the heat making her feel like if she stood there long enough she'd liquefy. Clutching her broom in one hand she jogged the rest of the distance to the showers, the green spring grass flattening under her boots as she jogged.
Finally reaching the door she trotted in, collapsing on the nearest wooden bench; Pulling her boots and socks off she lay her back on the seat, her feet dangling over the side, not quite touching the cool tiles. She rested in silence, wishing she had her wand with her; she'd easily be able to perform a cooling charm.
Sitting up slowly, she grabbed her shoes and socks, walked over and tossed them in her open locker and made her way to the showers.
10 minutes later she remerged, showered and ready for school, her face still a little flushed from practice. Chloe walked over to her locker, the contents; socks and boots, hanging out insecurely. She bundled them up, tying her laces, which bound her boots together, and rolling her socks inside them.
She charily placed her broom in her purple locker; glad she had a protection charm around it and picked up her shoes, sitting them beside her on the bench. She'd wait for Morgan to finish in the show and catch the floo to school. Leaning her back against her locker she tapped her foot rhythmically.
"Morgan?" Chloe called, raising an eyebrow indolently. As if she was standing around the corner, she appeared instantly in front of her locker, next to Chloe's in her school uniform, the same as her friends; short navy, pleated skirt, white blouse with pearly buttons, house crest on the pocket and a silver and navy tie loosely around her neck. White knee-high socks and highly polished shoes.
Morgan's hair flowed freely past her shoulders, shining silver as it clashed with the sun as it flooded through the open door, unlike Chloe's hair who was pulled back neatly into two brunette braids. One running down each side of her head.
"You rang?" she said, opening her locker with her wand. "I did, but if we don't dash soon, the bell will be." Chloe responded. Morgan cautiously positioned her firebolt upright in the corner of her locker in its stand, shut the door and locked it with the tip of her wand. "Well I'm ready," She said, placing her wand in her pocket. "Sounds good" Chloe replied cheerily, raising to her feet and turning to put her boots in her locker and secured it with her wand. She planted her wand in her skirt pocket and pulled out her red shades, placing them over her hazel eyes, Morgan copying her actions, positioning her pink sunnies on her face.
"Ready?" Chloe questioned, grinning and glancing down at her watch.
"You betcha" Morgan replied, grinning and stuffing her wand in her pocket, setting off for the journey to the members room where they had had breakfast, those few, short hours ago to collect their bags and use the floo network to trek to school.
"Good practice girls" George called out from the locker room.
"Thanks Gorgy boy!" The girls replied in agreement, they heard him chuckle from the room they had just left, rolling their eyes, that was the humorous coach they knew.
"You're so lucky!" Chloe said, panting dimly as they ascended the stairs, gradually.
"Why is that?" Morgan replied, breathing naturally.
"You've got family in Europe and you get a FIREBOLT! They're not even available here, yet!" Chloe said, rapidly
Morgan giggled slightly. "You have family in Europe also, We were both born there and the firebolts should be out here soon, I highly doubt Gorgy will want his mind boggling team ridding anything but the best." She stated, winking at her friend.
"I guess you're right"
"Guess?"
Chloe grinned, "We are mind boggling aren't we? I particularly think the keeper is.superb is the phrase I hear used most frequently.
Morgan rolled her bright, blue eyes. "Don't push it you! I think all that fame is getting wedged in that over-large head of yours!" She said, and as if on cue both girls burst out laughing.
Finally their giggles subsided and they made their way through to the main room, snatching their bags off the hooks and making their way to the fireplace, where Morgan tossed a handful of green looking sand into the blazing fire, making the intense orange flames transform to an emerald green, at once.
Morgan tightened her grip on her bag and stridden forward into the flames, shouting "Wollongong Witches Day Academy" and in a muffled pop and she vanished.
Chloe clutched her book back, seizing a handful of the sand and spread it into the fire; the flames turned an emerald green once more and she stepped in, the flames licking at her sides. "Wollongong Witches Day Academy" She coughed, ash catching in her throat and she flew upwards, zooming around rapidly. She saw Morgan just ahead of her and clamped her eyes shut, a wave of sickness falling upon her as it did every morning.
Minutes past, Chloe stopped with a sudden jolt and hit the cool stone floor with a 'THUD.'
Chloe opened her eyes slowly, Morgan was waving her hand impatiently in front of her, she grabbed it and her friend pulled her up. Grabbing the wand out of her pocket she muttered a cleaning charm for her uniform, scrunching up her face slightly as the soot disappeared.
"How do you do it?" Chloe said, slightly annoyed.
"Do what?" Morgan asked, raising a thin, blonde eyebrow.
"Land without looking like you fell out of the nearest hurricane?" she questioned, flattening her skirt.
"Experience my dear friend, experience," She replied in a slightly posh tone.
Chloe chuckled, looking around the room they had landed in, their house study dorm, where they came at breaks or after school to study. Chloe and Morgan were in piense, which was one of the four houses at W.W.D.A.
Piense's were known for their outgoing personality, intellect and charm. The room was huge; it had tall navy painted walls, grey carpet and high ceilings. It overlooked the large, swimming lagoon used for sport classes.
Running under the large, spotless windows stood the thick oak lunch table. Books surrounded the room, the shelves reaching from carpet to roof; Many chrome ladders were attached to rails around the edge, allowing them to move freely from side to side so students could reach high up books.
Under the shelves sat numerous multi-coloured beanbags, used for leisure reading. Study desks and chairs were scattered around the room, joining in various shapes and patterns, ink wells that had been filled that morning by prefects stood at the head of every desk, black liquid sparkling in each.
Chloe ambled over to a brilliant orange coloured beanbag and sunk into it before diving into her book bag, searching for her class schedule. She found it loosely hanging out of her homework journal. Grabbing it she scanned it silently, her black eyes rolling over the days, finding Thursday immediately and tracing a finger down the lessons she had for the day.
Looking up at Morgan, who had made her way over to the beanbags, selecting a blue one opposite her she shook her head, grimacing somewhat.
"I've got Webster first for botany, what about you?"
"Selwyn, potions" she answered with a grin.
"Lucky! I don't have him till 3rd!" Chloe answered, screwing up her face. Professor Selwyn was the girls' favourite teacher; he was funny and spent the majority of the class joking.
"What else do you have?' Morgan asked, over the top of her potions homework" "I have Webster, Roberts, Selwyn, Millard, Mathers, Presley and Ryan." The day looked good, except for her first lesson.
Chloe was a year younger then Morgan, but they were both in the same grade, as she had started studying at a young age, but the girls were in different level classes due to placement exams.
"Where are the girls?" Chloe asked, looking around, noticing their group of friends hadn't arrived yet.
"No idea" Morgan responded, not looking up from her homework. The bell rang, long and loud, rebounding off the walls of the room.
"We'll have to see them in class" Chloe screeched over the racket of the bell, picking up her bag and making her way to the exit, relaxing her face as the bell finally rung out.
"Billywig" Chloe said, stepping through the aged tapestry, the exit from the Piense study dorm.
Waving good-bye to her friend she dashed off to her Botany class, clasping her bag on her shoulder, a small amount of her brunette hair flying out of her neat braids and flying into her face. Blowing them out of her vision she ambled down the huge staircase, jumping the last two steps and running smack bang into a prefect turning the corner.
Chloe fell backwards, releasing the death grip on her knapsack, her books and parchment flying everywhere, the faint noise of breaking glass tinkling in the back of her mind as her ink bottles smashed on the marble staircase, Her head hit the staircase and she blacked out.