"Come on guys, school starts in two days. We need a good name," Drew
stressed as the conversation had sidetracked to what should be the new
flavors of Berti Bott Beans. He scratched the base of his neck self-
consciously. Drew's mother had made him get a haircut the day before and
now his neck felt naked. Of course Annie loved tormenting him, rubbing the
back of his head and commenting how fuzzy it felt.
But for now they were all sitting around Drew's room; Drew was sitting in the swivel chair at his desk. Jim was perched on the back of the old chair Drew had gotten when his mom wanted to throw away, Sarah was sitting at Jim's feet and Annie sat down on the floor.
"And no, we are not calling it 'Jim's Pothead club," he added, casting a glance to Jim. Jim smiled innocently. He had been insisting on that name since the four of them had come up with the idea of a Harry Potter club after Annie had read a short fic online about Colin, Ginny and Myrtle started a Harry Potter club.
"What? I think it is a very good name," Jim defended.
"You would," Annie said, rolling her eyes.
"Gens Gentis Figularis," Sarah suggested.
"Is that some sort of spell?" Drew asked.
"No. It's Latin. It means A Clan of a Potter," Sarah explained.
"Ohhh," Drew said sheepishly.
"I was thinking that could be our club name," Sarah admitted, tugging at a strand of her bright blond hair.
"No. I don't think so," Jim said in a mock-thoughtful way as he put his hand up to his chin. Sarah glared at him.
"Yeah, I mean, its cool and all. But not much of a title," Annie agreed.
"It could be our motto. Like how Hogwarts has the thing that means Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon," Drew suggested.
"Drace Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus" Sarah said automatically.
"Yeah, that's it," Drew said.
"So Gens Gentis Figularis will be our Motto. So our title should be something to do with Hogwarts?" Jim asked.
"Hog Warts. Pig Pimples. Pigples!" Annie suggested with a grin.
"Boar. Boar. um." Drew started to say, trying to think of something.
"Boarple?" Jim suggested.
"Boogle," Annie replied with a snicker.
"Monopoly."
"Shoots and Ladders," Jim added.
"I don't think so," Sarah finally interrupted.
"What about something like Spew?" Annie asked.
"You mean S P E W," Sarah corrected. Jim rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, whatever," Annie confirmed.
"How about S.P.O.O.N.S. Spoons. Society.... for protection of obessors... needing.... something?" Sarah suggested.
"Shoes?" Drew asked.
"Obessors Not simpletons?" Jim said, trying to help.
"S.P.O.R.K. Spork. Society for Protection of Obsessors wanting Real Knowledge?" Sarah pondered.
"Forever Uniquely Collecting Knowledge?" Jim then added. Drew snickered as he noticed the initials, and Annie glared at him.
"Help Me Dumbledore," Sarah whispered, rolling her eyes.
"Just... In a Minute... All New Data... Orders. Taint... Help... Each. Reach... Size..?" Jim asked, smiling innocently as he checked the letters off on his finger. Drew took a moment to figure that the initials spelt out JIM AND OTHERS. Annie just rolled her eyes but laughed anyways.
"No," Sarah said firmly.
"Hey, why not we make its initials be S.O.C.K. sock. Or S.O.C.K.S. socks? Because socks are a big part in the books," Jim suggested suddenly.
"What do you mean?" Drew asked, raising a brow.
"Well... in Philosopher's Stone, Dumbledore wished he had a pair of socks. In Chamber of Secret, socks free Dobby. In Prisoner of Azkaban, um... oh yeah, the sneakscope.thing was held in an old pair of Vernon's socks. And Goblet of Fire, Dobby made Harry socks, which tipped off to Crouch Jr. that Dobby could help him with his plan to get Harry to He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named," Jim explained.
"You've thought of this a lot haven't you," Sarah stated, trying to hid her amused looked. Jim smiled sheepishly at her.
"Okay well... S.O.C.K.... Society... of Obessors. Collecting Knowledge," Drew suggested.
"Yeah. I guess so," Annie agreed. Drew beamed.
"What about a Sock Song?" Jim asked.
"I'll work on one," Sarah said, a pensive look coming to her face as she began humming tunes under her breath as they continued discussing the club.
"So. The First Official Meeting of S.O.C.K comes to ord-" Drew started to proclaim, hitting his desk with his make-shift wand.
"Wait," Sarah interrupted. "We need to think of jobs for everyone. Or whatever."
"Oh yeah," Drew said, letting his wand drop.
"I say whoever is the Host will be said to have the House Elf Duties." Jim said, smirking.
"Yeah. And um... well... Sarah should just be the treasurer. She could be Gringotts Goblin?" Annie suggested.
"Ok. So that leaves you two," Drew said, picking up his wand and pointing it at the two.
"Well... someone needs to keep the minutes. And they could be.... Filch? Because he does keep a filling system of Detentions and stuff." Annie suggested. Jim snickered.
"You get to be Filch," he laughed, making a big deal with pointing at the redhead.
"Hey, your handwriting is better than mine," Annie said, her hands on her hips.
"But you are more responsible," Sarah added and Annie sighed. Jim nodded proudly. As if that was something he should be proud of.
"Why don't we share the job of Filch," she suggested, not wanting to be stuck with that title.
"Okay," Drew said quickly, smirking at Jim.
"Sure," Sarah agreed.
"Whatever you say Filch." Annie stuck her tongue out at Jim.
"What other jobs does a club need?" Drew asked, looking mostly at Sarah.
"Well. A President. And maybe a photographer," Sarah said thoughtfully.
"I want to be the President," Jim said, waving his hand in the air.
"I'm the one who organized this club, and I'm more responsible. And liked. And I'm cuter," Drew protested. Jim laughed.
"Yeah, you are cuter than me," Jim teased playfully before laughing again.
"Yeah. House Elf Duty will just be for who ever house we have the meeting at," Annie suggested.
"Hehehe, but I thought Dobbie was the official house elf," Jim questioned innocently.
"Ehhhh," Drew said, making a face.
"He won't be coming to the meetings. At least I don't think I'll have to. Mum will be home most Sundays. So I won't need to baby sit. But on week days, I'll have to pick him up from day care," Annie explained.
"Has he realized it's been more than twee days?" Jim asked, mimicking Ralphie's voice when he had told Drew to see him again in three days.
"No, not yet," Annie admitted, smiling innocently.
"Okay. So every one of us should have a job. And then we have a couple of duties that we trade off," Sarah said, trying to get back on topic.
"Sounds about right."
"Well... we have Treasurer, President, um... I don't think we need a deputy- president," Sarah said, looking around the small group.
"So what about photographer?" Annie asked.
"Um... well that would be nice, but we don't NEED one," Sarah admitted.
"Can I be official poker?" Jim asked, giving Annie a poke in the side with his toe. Annie grabbed his foot and held is hostage for a while as Jim squirmed to get it free.
"No. I don't think so..." Sarah said, feigning a pity look.
"'Scaped Snitch," Jim complained.
"What about..." Annie paused, trying to think.
"Maybe we should have Minutes Keeper an official title. For now. And maybe it could be Madam Pince if it ends up being Annie, and Filch if it ends up being Jim," Drew suggested.
"Oh great, I get to be the Squib," Jim complained.
"Yeah. I could be Madam Pince, and until we think of a better name, you can be a Squib. A name we give members without a Job," Annie said excitedly. Before Jim could protest, everyone agreed.
"Me and my big mouth," Jim complained.
"Drew, do you mind if I use your computer to look up prices for tickets to see Chambers of Secrets, and when it will actually get here?" Sarah asked. Drew nodded and took her place on the bed as Sarah took over the desk.
"You know what?" Annie commented after a while, "She might not be as much of a fraud as everyone thinks she is."
"Who? Sarah?" Jim asked.
"Hey." Sarah cried, throwing Drew's wand at Jim as she looked over from the computer.
"No, Professor Trelawney." Annie corrected.
"What are you talking about? Of course she is a fraud." Drew said with a laugh.
"But she might NOT," Annie stressed.
"Explain." Sarah commanded over her shoulder.
"Well.... in Prisoner of Azkaban, she saw Padfoot and thought he was a grim. It's an easy mistake. Harry himself thought he saw one at first. And she saw Hermione leaving. Plus she asked Neville if his grandmother was well. She might have seen the Bogart dressed as his grandma, and anyone seeing Snape supposing to be a lady would think the lady wasn't well. Don't forget, she warned Parvati Patil about a redheaded man. Her twin went with Ron to the Yule Ball and he ignored her most of the time. The two are twins; maybe Trelawney thought she was her twin. And, in Goblet of Fire, she saw death hovering closer to the castle. And what happened near the end? What's-his-named, Cedric died." Annie told them all in an intense whisper.
"She's still a fraud." Drew muttered as the other two nodded in thought.
"PLUS, in Prisoner of Azkaban, she said Remus wasn't going to be with them long. He left at the end of the year." Sarah added, distracted from her computer search.
"She might be able to SEE but she can't figure out what it is," Jim commented.
"No, she's just a fraud. Plain as that," Drew protested, crossing his arms as if to say that was that. Annie rolled her eyes at him.
"If you don't want to consider the possibility that people are more than they seem." she told him, trailing off.
"If you don't want to see the facts stated in the books," Drew countered. Annie looked like she was about to say something back, or throw something at him, when Sarah interrupted.
"She made two real predictions. You must admit that. And a Fraud wouldn't be able to do that at all. Even if she doesn't make correct predictions all the time, she has made them. So she has some powers," Sarah told them. Drew sighed but didn't say anything. He wasn't one to argue over trivial stuff when everyone was against him. Because he'd always end up admitting the others are right.
"I can't believe it, school starts in two days," Annie said with a sigh as she changed the topic.
"We have been accepted to Wayburge High, school of Muggle and Boringtry," Jim complained.
"Hey, it won't be THAT bad," Sarah said, trying to bring up the group's spirit.
"Oh yeah? School is starting in two days and the fifth book hasn't come out yet, and we have to wait another two months before the second movie comes out in theatres," Drew said, leaning against the wall behind him.
"Freshmen always have a hard time," Annie said, looking apprehensive.
"Well we Freshmen will just have to stick together," Drew suggested, looking up.
"And make sure we conduct a S.O.C.K meeting every Sunday afternoon," Sarah added.
"Only thing to look forward to," Jim muttered darkly, slouching at the foot of Drew's bed.
"Come on," Annie said to Jim, "Don't forget about Lunch, you have that to look forward to." The others laughed as Jim stuck out his tongue. The group loved to tease him about his 'round' shape.
"You're just jealous that I am one of the beautiful people," Jim bragged.
"Yeah, yeah Lockhart," Drew laughed. Annie looked contemplative for a moment.
"Must have missed that on my calendar," she said.
"What?" Drew asked, turning to her.
"Well you said you were one of the beautiful people, must of missed that today was opposite day," she answered, ducking from the pillow Jim threw back at her.
"Muggles, we have a meeting going on," Sarah said, bringing them all back to the topics at hand.
"Yeah. We do need to pick what we are going to do for our meetings. Despite how much I'd love to sit and just talk, we need some formality," Jim agreed.
"Well... at every meeting we can talk about possible flaws in the books... um... characters not mentioned a lot of... connections between the books... and. fics we have read.... fics we are thinking of writing... " Sarah said.
"Ideas for costumes and clothing that is Harry Potter related," Annie added.
"Yeah, I found this thing online that had a bunch of cool shirt ideas," Jim told them all, grinning.
"Like what?" Drew asked, his face full of interest.
"Um... Unregisted Animagus... Slytherin Quidditch, Play Dirty.... St. Brutus Drop Out. Weird Sister Groupie. My other jacket is an Invisibility Cloak. A picture of a cute little black puppy with 'IT'S THE GRIM' written under it. and some others. Can't think of them this moment," Jim said. They all grinned liked crazy.
"St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys Dropout," Sarah corrected before adding, with a squeal "We need to buy some shirts and make those."
"Yeah. And wear them to school," Annie added.
"Are you sure you would want to?" Drew asked, making a slight face at his friends. He loved Harry Potter just as much as the next person but was a bit uncertain about proclaiming it to everyone at school.
"Come on. Its just a shirt," Jim said, grabbing a slice of paper off the desk and sitting back down. He began sketches of shirt designs.
"Okay. But can we keep them subtle? So only those that read Harry Potter will understand?" Drew requested. Sarah rolled her eyes and Annie said it was okay.
"Okay. What other shirt ideas do you guys have?" Jim asked, ignoring Drew.
"Um. How about 'My Dark Lord could beat up Your Dark Lord,'?" Jim suggested, looking over the doodles on his piece of paper he had.
"Yeah and. 'Lets see how well you handle your wand,'" Drew added with a snicker. Both Jim and Drew had to pause for a moment as they sent giggles and snickers back and forth to each other. Annie tried to keep from giggling. It only encouraged them.
"What about." Sarah said, trying to distract herself from thinking about the pervert-ness of what they had said. "Veela in Training?"
"Oh, or an 'I'm With Veela' shirt that has an arrow pointing up," Annie suggested, grinning.
"Severus Snape for Headmaster," Jim said. Drew made a gagging motion.
"Ollivandar's Apprentice?" Sarah suggested.
"I scare Boggarts," Drew said to Jim, who laughed and wrote it down.
"I scare Dementors," Annie added.
"Muggles scare me," Drew said.
"I wonder how many other High School kids think Harry Potter is great," Annie contemplated out loud.
"Doesn't really matter, does it? I mean, as long as we all have each other." Jim said.
Annie smiled gushingly at him.
"What?" Jim asked, leaning back a bit from her.
"You had a Hufflepuff Moment," Annie explained. Jim groaned, covering his dark hair with his large hands.
"I think I need a patch," he muttered.
"I wonder if Wizards have a patch," Drew asked out loud, eyes turning up to the ceiling fan.
"I wonder if Wizards have nicotine," Sarah questioned, also looking at the sacred lighting that they all turned to when asking random questions of the Harry Potter universe.
"I wonder if Wizards smoke," Annie asked.
"I wonder if Wizards smoke after sex," Jim asked. That drew the other three pairs of eyes away from the light and at his grinning face.
"What?" He feigned an innocent look. Drew made a move to give Jim a high five, who made the same move back. (Magical High five across the room)
"You guys are so immature," Sarah blushed. She could rattle off technical names of all sorts of thing, but once you got onto the topic even near. that, she blushed a deep red that looked rather amusing with her dirty blond hair that framed her head.
Drew and Jim often tried to see who could make her blush the most. Annie just would give him a stern look in defense of Sarah. She didn't mind that sort of talk from the boys, just as long as it wasn't around Ralphie
"Drew, tell your freaky friends its time they go home," Hailey said, sticking her head into her younger brother's room. She did not like Harry Potter much, never read it. The group felt immense pity for her. She didn't know what she was missing. But she still liked them all, when they did not bug her to convert to Potter-ism, which the group was sure would catch on as a new religion.
She was Drew's older sister and had the same dirt brown hair as him, but light green eyes instead of Drew's blue ones. The group liked her because she was fun, when she wasn't complaining about Harry Potter. Plus she could drive. So if they didn't want to take the bus or walk everywhere, they had to be nice to her.
"Okay," Drew said with a sigh. If they didn't all go home when his parents demanded it, they would be banned for a month. It happened once the year before. Of course they hadn't had a Harry Potter club last year. But it had still been bad then, and now that they have started a club, it would be even worse.
"And remember, when school starts. I don't know you," Hailey reminded them. They all nodded, rolling their eyes. She pulled her head out of his room and returned down the hall to her own bedroom.
"So long," Jim said, leaving.
"They aren't selling tickets yet," Sarah complained, logging off Drew's computer. Annie and Sarah left together and Drew sat down on his bed.
Only 97 more days until Chambers of Secrets.
But for now they were all sitting around Drew's room; Drew was sitting in the swivel chair at his desk. Jim was perched on the back of the old chair Drew had gotten when his mom wanted to throw away, Sarah was sitting at Jim's feet and Annie sat down on the floor.
"And no, we are not calling it 'Jim's Pothead club," he added, casting a glance to Jim. Jim smiled innocently. He had been insisting on that name since the four of them had come up with the idea of a Harry Potter club after Annie had read a short fic online about Colin, Ginny and Myrtle started a Harry Potter club.
"What? I think it is a very good name," Jim defended.
"You would," Annie said, rolling her eyes.
"Gens Gentis Figularis," Sarah suggested.
"Is that some sort of spell?" Drew asked.
"No. It's Latin. It means A Clan of a Potter," Sarah explained.
"Ohhh," Drew said sheepishly.
"I was thinking that could be our club name," Sarah admitted, tugging at a strand of her bright blond hair.
"No. I don't think so," Jim said in a mock-thoughtful way as he put his hand up to his chin. Sarah glared at him.
"Yeah, I mean, its cool and all. But not much of a title," Annie agreed.
"It could be our motto. Like how Hogwarts has the thing that means Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon," Drew suggested.
"Drace Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus" Sarah said automatically.
"Yeah, that's it," Drew said.
"So Gens Gentis Figularis will be our Motto. So our title should be something to do with Hogwarts?" Jim asked.
"Hog Warts. Pig Pimples. Pigples!" Annie suggested with a grin.
"Boar. Boar. um." Drew started to say, trying to think of something.
"Boarple?" Jim suggested.
"Boogle," Annie replied with a snicker.
"Monopoly."
"Shoots and Ladders," Jim added.
"I don't think so," Sarah finally interrupted.
"What about something like Spew?" Annie asked.
"You mean S P E W," Sarah corrected. Jim rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, whatever," Annie confirmed.
"How about S.P.O.O.N.S. Spoons. Society.... for protection of obessors... needing.... something?" Sarah suggested.
"Shoes?" Drew asked.
"Obessors Not simpletons?" Jim said, trying to help.
"S.P.O.R.K. Spork. Society for Protection of Obsessors wanting Real Knowledge?" Sarah pondered.
"Forever Uniquely Collecting Knowledge?" Jim then added. Drew snickered as he noticed the initials, and Annie glared at him.
"Help Me Dumbledore," Sarah whispered, rolling her eyes.
"Just... In a Minute... All New Data... Orders. Taint... Help... Each. Reach... Size..?" Jim asked, smiling innocently as he checked the letters off on his finger. Drew took a moment to figure that the initials spelt out JIM AND OTHERS. Annie just rolled her eyes but laughed anyways.
"No," Sarah said firmly.
"Hey, why not we make its initials be S.O.C.K. sock. Or S.O.C.K.S. socks? Because socks are a big part in the books," Jim suggested suddenly.
"What do you mean?" Drew asked, raising a brow.
"Well... in Philosopher's Stone, Dumbledore wished he had a pair of socks. In Chamber of Secret, socks free Dobby. In Prisoner of Azkaban, um... oh yeah, the sneakscope.thing was held in an old pair of Vernon's socks. And Goblet of Fire, Dobby made Harry socks, which tipped off to Crouch Jr. that Dobby could help him with his plan to get Harry to He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named," Jim explained.
"You've thought of this a lot haven't you," Sarah stated, trying to hid her amused looked. Jim smiled sheepishly at her.
"Okay well... S.O.C.K.... Society... of Obessors. Collecting Knowledge," Drew suggested.
"Yeah. I guess so," Annie agreed. Drew beamed.
"What about a Sock Song?" Jim asked.
"I'll work on one," Sarah said, a pensive look coming to her face as she began humming tunes under her breath as they continued discussing the club.
"So. The First Official Meeting of S.O.C.K comes to ord-" Drew started to proclaim, hitting his desk with his make-shift wand.
"Wait," Sarah interrupted. "We need to think of jobs for everyone. Or whatever."
"Oh yeah," Drew said, letting his wand drop.
"I say whoever is the Host will be said to have the House Elf Duties." Jim said, smirking.
"Yeah. And um... well... Sarah should just be the treasurer. She could be Gringotts Goblin?" Annie suggested.
"Ok. So that leaves you two," Drew said, picking up his wand and pointing it at the two.
"Well... someone needs to keep the minutes. And they could be.... Filch? Because he does keep a filling system of Detentions and stuff." Annie suggested. Jim snickered.
"You get to be Filch," he laughed, making a big deal with pointing at the redhead.
"Hey, your handwriting is better than mine," Annie said, her hands on her hips.
"But you are more responsible," Sarah added and Annie sighed. Jim nodded proudly. As if that was something he should be proud of.
"Why don't we share the job of Filch," she suggested, not wanting to be stuck with that title.
"Okay," Drew said quickly, smirking at Jim.
"Sure," Sarah agreed.
"Whatever you say Filch." Annie stuck her tongue out at Jim.
"What other jobs does a club need?" Drew asked, looking mostly at Sarah.
"Well. A President. And maybe a photographer," Sarah said thoughtfully.
"I want to be the President," Jim said, waving his hand in the air.
"I'm the one who organized this club, and I'm more responsible. And liked. And I'm cuter," Drew protested. Jim laughed.
"Yeah, you are cuter than me," Jim teased playfully before laughing again.
"Yeah. House Elf Duty will just be for who ever house we have the meeting at," Annie suggested.
"Hehehe, but I thought Dobbie was the official house elf," Jim questioned innocently.
"Ehhhh," Drew said, making a face.
"He won't be coming to the meetings. At least I don't think I'll have to. Mum will be home most Sundays. So I won't need to baby sit. But on week days, I'll have to pick him up from day care," Annie explained.
"Has he realized it's been more than twee days?" Jim asked, mimicking Ralphie's voice when he had told Drew to see him again in three days.
"No, not yet," Annie admitted, smiling innocently.
"Okay. So every one of us should have a job. And then we have a couple of duties that we trade off," Sarah said, trying to get back on topic.
"Sounds about right."
"Well... we have Treasurer, President, um... I don't think we need a deputy- president," Sarah said, looking around the small group.
"So what about photographer?" Annie asked.
"Um... well that would be nice, but we don't NEED one," Sarah admitted.
"Can I be official poker?" Jim asked, giving Annie a poke in the side with his toe. Annie grabbed his foot and held is hostage for a while as Jim squirmed to get it free.
"No. I don't think so..." Sarah said, feigning a pity look.
"'Scaped Snitch," Jim complained.
"What about..." Annie paused, trying to think.
"Maybe we should have Minutes Keeper an official title. For now. And maybe it could be Madam Pince if it ends up being Annie, and Filch if it ends up being Jim," Drew suggested.
"Oh great, I get to be the Squib," Jim complained.
"Yeah. I could be Madam Pince, and until we think of a better name, you can be a Squib. A name we give members without a Job," Annie said excitedly. Before Jim could protest, everyone agreed.
"Me and my big mouth," Jim complained.
"Drew, do you mind if I use your computer to look up prices for tickets to see Chambers of Secrets, and when it will actually get here?" Sarah asked. Drew nodded and took her place on the bed as Sarah took over the desk.
"You know what?" Annie commented after a while, "She might not be as much of a fraud as everyone thinks she is."
"Who? Sarah?" Jim asked.
"Hey." Sarah cried, throwing Drew's wand at Jim as she looked over from the computer.
"No, Professor Trelawney." Annie corrected.
"What are you talking about? Of course she is a fraud." Drew said with a laugh.
"But she might NOT," Annie stressed.
"Explain." Sarah commanded over her shoulder.
"Well.... in Prisoner of Azkaban, she saw Padfoot and thought he was a grim. It's an easy mistake. Harry himself thought he saw one at first. And she saw Hermione leaving. Plus she asked Neville if his grandmother was well. She might have seen the Bogart dressed as his grandma, and anyone seeing Snape supposing to be a lady would think the lady wasn't well. Don't forget, she warned Parvati Patil about a redheaded man. Her twin went with Ron to the Yule Ball and he ignored her most of the time. The two are twins; maybe Trelawney thought she was her twin. And, in Goblet of Fire, she saw death hovering closer to the castle. And what happened near the end? What's-his-named, Cedric died." Annie told them all in an intense whisper.
"She's still a fraud." Drew muttered as the other two nodded in thought.
"PLUS, in Prisoner of Azkaban, she said Remus wasn't going to be with them long. He left at the end of the year." Sarah added, distracted from her computer search.
"She might be able to SEE but she can't figure out what it is," Jim commented.
"No, she's just a fraud. Plain as that," Drew protested, crossing his arms as if to say that was that. Annie rolled her eyes at him.
"If you don't want to consider the possibility that people are more than they seem." she told him, trailing off.
"If you don't want to see the facts stated in the books," Drew countered. Annie looked like she was about to say something back, or throw something at him, when Sarah interrupted.
"She made two real predictions. You must admit that. And a Fraud wouldn't be able to do that at all. Even if she doesn't make correct predictions all the time, she has made them. So she has some powers," Sarah told them. Drew sighed but didn't say anything. He wasn't one to argue over trivial stuff when everyone was against him. Because he'd always end up admitting the others are right.
"I can't believe it, school starts in two days," Annie said with a sigh as she changed the topic.
"We have been accepted to Wayburge High, school of Muggle and Boringtry," Jim complained.
"Hey, it won't be THAT bad," Sarah said, trying to bring up the group's spirit.
"Oh yeah? School is starting in two days and the fifth book hasn't come out yet, and we have to wait another two months before the second movie comes out in theatres," Drew said, leaning against the wall behind him.
"Freshmen always have a hard time," Annie said, looking apprehensive.
"Well we Freshmen will just have to stick together," Drew suggested, looking up.
"And make sure we conduct a S.O.C.K meeting every Sunday afternoon," Sarah added.
"Only thing to look forward to," Jim muttered darkly, slouching at the foot of Drew's bed.
"Come on," Annie said to Jim, "Don't forget about Lunch, you have that to look forward to." The others laughed as Jim stuck out his tongue. The group loved to tease him about his 'round' shape.
"You're just jealous that I am one of the beautiful people," Jim bragged.
"Yeah, yeah Lockhart," Drew laughed. Annie looked contemplative for a moment.
"Must have missed that on my calendar," she said.
"What?" Drew asked, turning to her.
"Well you said you were one of the beautiful people, must of missed that today was opposite day," she answered, ducking from the pillow Jim threw back at her.
"Muggles, we have a meeting going on," Sarah said, bringing them all back to the topics at hand.
"Yeah. We do need to pick what we are going to do for our meetings. Despite how much I'd love to sit and just talk, we need some formality," Jim agreed.
"Well... at every meeting we can talk about possible flaws in the books... um... characters not mentioned a lot of... connections between the books... and. fics we have read.... fics we are thinking of writing... " Sarah said.
"Ideas for costumes and clothing that is Harry Potter related," Annie added.
"Yeah, I found this thing online that had a bunch of cool shirt ideas," Jim told them all, grinning.
"Like what?" Drew asked, his face full of interest.
"Um... Unregisted Animagus... Slytherin Quidditch, Play Dirty.... St. Brutus Drop Out. Weird Sister Groupie. My other jacket is an Invisibility Cloak. A picture of a cute little black puppy with 'IT'S THE GRIM' written under it. and some others. Can't think of them this moment," Jim said. They all grinned liked crazy.
"St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys Dropout," Sarah corrected before adding, with a squeal "We need to buy some shirts and make those."
"Yeah. And wear them to school," Annie added.
"Are you sure you would want to?" Drew asked, making a slight face at his friends. He loved Harry Potter just as much as the next person but was a bit uncertain about proclaiming it to everyone at school.
"Come on. Its just a shirt," Jim said, grabbing a slice of paper off the desk and sitting back down. He began sketches of shirt designs.
"Okay. But can we keep them subtle? So only those that read Harry Potter will understand?" Drew requested. Sarah rolled her eyes and Annie said it was okay.
"Okay. What other shirt ideas do you guys have?" Jim asked, ignoring Drew.
"Um. How about 'My Dark Lord could beat up Your Dark Lord,'?" Jim suggested, looking over the doodles on his piece of paper he had.
"Yeah and. 'Lets see how well you handle your wand,'" Drew added with a snicker. Both Jim and Drew had to pause for a moment as they sent giggles and snickers back and forth to each other. Annie tried to keep from giggling. It only encouraged them.
"What about." Sarah said, trying to distract herself from thinking about the pervert-ness of what they had said. "Veela in Training?"
"Oh, or an 'I'm With Veela' shirt that has an arrow pointing up," Annie suggested, grinning.
"Severus Snape for Headmaster," Jim said. Drew made a gagging motion.
"Ollivandar's Apprentice?" Sarah suggested.
"I scare Boggarts," Drew said to Jim, who laughed and wrote it down.
"I scare Dementors," Annie added.
"Muggles scare me," Drew said.
"I wonder how many other High School kids think Harry Potter is great," Annie contemplated out loud.
"Doesn't really matter, does it? I mean, as long as we all have each other." Jim said.
Annie smiled gushingly at him.
"What?" Jim asked, leaning back a bit from her.
"You had a Hufflepuff Moment," Annie explained. Jim groaned, covering his dark hair with his large hands.
"I think I need a patch," he muttered.
"I wonder if Wizards have a patch," Drew asked out loud, eyes turning up to the ceiling fan.
"I wonder if Wizards have nicotine," Sarah questioned, also looking at the sacred lighting that they all turned to when asking random questions of the Harry Potter universe.
"I wonder if Wizards smoke," Annie asked.
"I wonder if Wizards smoke after sex," Jim asked. That drew the other three pairs of eyes away from the light and at his grinning face.
"What?" He feigned an innocent look. Drew made a move to give Jim a high five, who made the same move back. (Magical High five across the room)
"You guys are so immature," Sarah blushed. She could rattle off technical names of all sorts of thing, but once you got onto the topic even near. that, she blushed a deep red that looked rather amusing with her dirty blond hair that framed her head.
Drew and Jim often tried to see who could make her blush the most. Annie just would give him a stern look in defense of Sarah. She didn't mind that sort of talk from the boys, just as long as it wasn't around Ralphie
"Drew, tell your freaky friends its time they go home," Hailey said, sticking her head into her younger brother's room. She did not like Harry Potter much, never read it. The group felt immense pity for her. She didn't know what she was missing. But she still liked them all, when they did not bug her to convert to Potter-ism, which the group was sure would catch on as a new religion.
She was Drew's older sister and had the same dirt brown hair as him, but light green eyes instead of Drew's blue ones. The group liked her because she was fun, when she wasn't complaining about Harry Potter. Plus she could drive. So if they didn't want to take the bus or walk everywhere, they had to be nice to her.
"Okay," Drew said with a sigh. If they didn't all go home when his parents demanded it, they would be banned for a month. It happened once the year before. Of course they hadn't had a Harry Potter club last year. But it had still been bad then, and now that they have started a club, it would be even worse.
"And remember, when school starts. I don't know you," Hailey reminded them. They all nodded, rolling their eyes. She pulled her head out of his room and returned down the hall to her own bedroom.
"So long," Jim said, leaving.
"They aren't selling tickets yet," Sarah complained, logging off Drew's computer. Annie and Sarah left together and Drew sat down on his bed.
Only 97 more days until Chambers of Secrets.