A/N And another genius chapter from your friends at the Mental Asylum,
Malishka and BriDee.
~*BRI*~
**When She Was Bri.**
Chapter 2: Oh Crap
**It's too hot for September.** Those were the first thoughts Brittany Dally experienced before she realized she woke up in the large king-sized four poster of fifth years at Hogwarts that fateful day. Her eyelids flew open and she realized her whereabouts almost immediately. it took a while for it to sink in, but once she opened velvet green curtains, she thought to herself, "not this again!" and flopped back down onto the bed after sitting up- and swinging her legs over the side- heavily. She sighed and took in her surroundings feature after feature, one at a time. She glanced over at the beds of the other girls, curtains all tightly pulled shut. Feeling bored she searched for her things and changed. She magicked her teeth clean with her wand being too lazy to really brush them. She walked over to the bed directly next to her, and lightly, and quietly pulled the curtain, revealing a girl with similar features as her, with a boy in his boxers wrapped around her fully clothed body, if you could call that skimpy tank top and shorts about 3 inches below the butt fully clothed. She observed that both of their hair was messed up, and that the boy looked awfully familiar...ORION MALFOY!! Are you fuckin' kidding me!? She mentally screamed...No. this boy looked older, slimmer. DRACO MALFOY! God! She huffed, and closed the curtain soundlessly. What luck?? Well at least I have Tom...Tom! Where is he? Is he here? Oh great...just PERFECT. She huffed again. 'I'm going to breakfast,' she thought gloomily.
Brittany looked around the room at a complete loss. "It'd probably help if I had clothes huh?" She muttered searching around the thankfully empty bed she'd obviously landed in when going back in time. "Damn!" She hissed. Suddenly she heard rustling coming from the bed she just looked in. She whirled around to see the girl staring at her.
"Yes?" Bri. "Did you want something??"
The girl looked Brittany up and down before looking around the room. "How in the world did you get here?" She said. Brittany rose an eyebrow. "You were supposed to end up in Dumbledore's office so you could talk him into letting you stay." She said. Brittany looked slightly dumbfounded. Then she remembered the night before; she HAD landed in Dumbledore's office.
~~**FLASHBACK**~~
"What the f..." she noticed Dumbledore.
"Miss Dally, I wasn't expecting you for a while. What brings you here?"
"Umm.. well I.. uhh.." she looked around for Tom.
"Little help??" she mumbled to him. He just shrugged.
"I don't know either," he muttered. Brittany sighed and looked at Dumbledore.
"Well you see.. we BOTH don't know," said Brittany. Dumbledore nodded and sat at his desk looking at them
"I suppose we should get you to your rooms," he said. Tom looked him up and down.
"You're headmaster now?" he said.
"Why yes...but it appears that since you have just randomly fallen out of the ceiling into my office you have just been under the influence of the potion once more.."
~~**END FLASHBACK**~~
"Um.. are you alright?" said the girl now in Brittany's face. She jumped.
"I... I... I'm fine. Who are you?" said Brittany looking the girl straight in the exactly identical eyes to her own. Brittany shivered. **This girl looks EXACTLY like me, not just similar.**
"No I don't," replied the girl. Brittany gaped openmouthed. "Of course, you're not used to 'it'...."
"It? I'm sorry. Maybe I just imagined... no I didn't, you just read my fuckin mind," said Brittany jumping up.
"Yup. That's the idea.." she trailed off.
"Well if you're gonna do that, at least teach me how..."
"I'll start by teachin' you your name.. and mine.." said the new girl. "You are.. Well that's not important right now actually.. I am Rebecca. Becky. Becky Apolla Alamaeda.. and that's all you need to know for now.."
"Alright... um... I already KNOW my name," said Brittany slowly.
"That's what YOU think.." said the girl, Becky, rolling her eyes.
"That's what I know."
"Do you now? Whatever, I'll drill it into your head somehow.." said Becky. "Anyway, let's go to breakfast I'm starving." She got up as well and shrugged.
Brittany's odd look was enough to answer that statement, but she still said, "Considering I have no clothes just yet.."
"Dumbledork didn't give you any?" said a tired voice from across the room.
"Holy shit," said Brittany jumping again and looking at the boy, Draco.
"You're right, Holy... I'm one Hell of a God," said Draco getting up and pulling his robes from the chair opposite him. "Becky... I'm gonna go down to breakfast. Try and find Ms. Fashionable here some clothes," said Draco. Brittany glared at him as he walked past.
"You take after Orion," she muttered. Draco rose an eyebrow, but went out the door shaking his head.
"C'mon, you can take something of mine.. we are the same size.." Brittany nodded uneasily.
"So what is it that you're going to be lending me? If all your clothes are that.. beautiful..." **Poor rather** She thought.
"Hey watch it! I'm rich you dumb ass." With that she opened the wardrobe in the back that turned out to be completely hers. "Didn't all fit in the trunk, and Mummy and "Him" wouldn't stand to see them all wrinkled, you see," she explained.
"Oh, I see.."
"Here..you can have this.."
Becky handed Brittany a light green blouse and smiled kindly. "This'll look good on you," she said. Brittany looked unsure.
"Aren't we supposed to wear uniforms?"
She said. Becky snorted. "You're joking right?"
"Uh... no?" said Brittany. Becky winked.
"We still wear the skirts.." she trailed off mischievously. "No big deal. Getting in trouble is my specialty. Go on, get dressed," she said handing Brittany a skirt and a hat to match the blouse. Brittany checked her hair in the mirror on the door.
"Should I curl my hair or something?" she said.
"Sure, I've got a curling iron in the bathroom." Said Becky showing Brittany to the bathroom. She sighed. **This'll be an eventful day.** She thought.
**Oh yeah.** Said a voice in her head.
Brittany dressed quickly and called in Rebecca. "How do I use this? There are no buttons, or switches, or even plugs!"
"Oh that's right! Sorry," Becky squinted at the iron. Instantly a cool fire started somehow set by her sight.
"How did you...?"
"Don't worry about it." She cupped it with her hand and when the iron was hot enough, she clapped her hands on it. "Here you are," she said cheerfully, handing it to her.
"Uh.." Getting anxious and thinking quickly of an excuse, Brittany began, "I don't want to use it anymore.. I've.. I've decided against it. You know I-I burn my hair a lot with straighteners and stuff..."
"Fine! Be that way! And don't forget I can read your mind! Stupid..."
She threw the iron at Brittany who dodged it. Brittany clenched her eyes closed, waiting to hear the clang of it fall and burn the whole room, but it stopped in midair...
Brittany whirled around to find the curling iron doing the exact thing she'd thought, floating. Becky smacked her on the back. "HA! I knew you could do it! Beat that Voldemort. Stupid ass thinks you can't do any-"
"What?" said Brittany getting up from off the floor that she'd been pushed onto when Becky had slapped her back
"Never mind," said Becky quickly yanking the iron out of the air and putting it back on the counter. "Let's just go," she said.
Brittany was sure she'd said something about Voldemort, but she wasn't going to comment. On the way down stairs they ran back into Malfoy. "Hey Little-Orion," said Brittany patting Draco on the head the looking at her sodden hand disgustedly. She wiped it on her pants. "Um... has anyone seen Tom?" she said as looked around the room.
"Tom who?" said Becky.
"The new guy? He already went to breakfast," said Draco glaring at Brittany, who smiled sweetly.
"Don't use a pot of gel on your hair everyday and maybe no one will get so disgusted," said Brittany rolling her eyes. She went out the common room and to the Great Hall to find Tom sitting at the Slytherin table already.
She walked over but instantly tripped. Someone lent a hand to help her up. She looked up to find a boy with black hair and green eyes looking down at her. "Oops," she muttered getting up and wiping her self off.
"Hi," said the boy. Brittany looked at him closely.
"Oh! You're Harry Potter," she said. It must have come out wrong though cause the boy scowled.
"Potter, leave her alone," said a scathing voice behind her. Draco and Becky had just arrived. Harry scowled even more.
"Should have known the clumsy wench was your friend Malfoy," he said. Brittany's mouth dropped open.
"Excuse me?" said Becky and Brittany in unison. Harry's eyes traveled from Becky to Brittany in a matter of seconds.
"If you weren't so fat, I'd say you were twins," said Harry looking at Brittany, who's mouth fell even farther.
"Um.. no. You have just lost your speaking privileges for the day," said Brittany.
Harry smirked. "You obviously haven't lost eating privileges your whole life." Brittany's fist balled and she stepped forward.
"You had better watch it." She hissed. Harry's smirk widened. She glanced at the staff table. "And the grand prize winner of the stupid asshole contest is..." she said calming down.
Harry glared at her. Suddenly burnt rubber could be smelled coming from the floor. Brittany sniffed the air and looked down to find Harry's shoes were melting from underneath him. She put a hand out to stop Becky and stared at his shoes, cooling the rubber quickly so that his feet stuck to the floor. "Nice meeting you Mr. Potter," she said walking off.
Harry raised an eyebrow and tried walking to the Gryffindor table; unfortunately his feet were stuck to the ground. "What?" he said trying to yank his feet off the ground and failing again.
Brittany and Becky burst out in laughter and Brittany sat by Tom. "Hey, sweety," she said smiling widely.
~*BRI*~
**When She Was Bri.**
Chapter 2: Oh Crap
**It's too hot for September.** Those were the first thoughts Brittany Dally experienced before she realized she woke up in the large king-sized four poster of fifth years at Hogwarts that fateful day. Her eyelids flew open and she realized her whereabouts almost immediately. it took a while for it to sink in, but once she opened velvet green curtains, she thought to herself, "not this again!" and flopped back down onto the bed after sitting up- and swinging her legs over the side- heavily. She sighed and took in her surroundings feature after feature, one at a time. She glanced over at the beds of the other girls, curtains all tightly pulled shut. Feeling bored she searched for her things and changed. She magicked her teeth clean with her wand being too lazy to really brush them. She walked over to the bed directly next to her, and lightly, and quietly pulled the curtain, revealing a girl with similar features as her, with a boy in his boxers wrapped around her fully clothed body, if you could call that skimpy tank top and shorts about 3 inches below the butt fully clothed. She observed that both of their hair was messed up, and that the boy looked awfully familiar...ORION MALFOY!! Are you fuckin' kidding me!? She mentally screamed...No. this boy looked older, slimmer. DRACO MALFOY! God! She huffed, and closed the curtain soundlessly. What luck?? Well at least I have Tom...Tom! Where is he? Is he here? Oh great...just PERFECT. She huffed again. 'I'm going to breakfast,' she thought gloomily.
Brittany looked around the room at a complete loss. "It'd probably help if I had clothes huh?" She muttered searching around the thankfully empty bed she'd obviously landed in when going back in time. "Damn!" She hissed. Suddenly she heard rustling coming from the bed she just looked in. She whirled around to see the girl staring at her.
"Yes?" Bri. "Did you want something??"
The girl looked Brittany up and down before looking around the room. "How in the world did you get here?" She said. Brittany rose an eyebrow. "You were supposed to end up in Dumbledore's office so you could talk him into letting you stay." She said. Brittany looked slightly dumbfounded. Then she remembered the night before; she HAD landed in Dumbledore's office.
~~**FLASHBACK**~~
"What the f..." she noticed Dumbledore.
"Miss Dally, I wasn't expecting you for a while. What brings you here?"
"Umm.. well I.. uhh.." she looked around for Tom.
"Little help??" she mumbled to him. He just shrugged.
"I don't know either," he muttered. Brittany sighed and looked at Dumbledore.
"Well you see.. we BOTH don't know," said Brittany. Dumbledore nodded and sat at his desk looking at them
"I suppose we should get you to your rooms," he said. Tom looked him up and down.
"You're headmaster now?" he said.
"Why yes...but it appears that since you have just randomly fallen out of the ceiling into my office you have just been under the influence of the potion once more.."
~~**END FLASHBACK**~~
"Um.. are you alright?" said the girl now in Brittany's face. She jumped.
"I... I... I'm fine. Who are you?" said Brittany looking the girl straight in the exactly identical eyes to her own. Brittany shivered. **This girl looks EXACTLY like me, not just similar.**
"No I don't," replied the girl. Brittany gaped openmouthed. "Of course, you're not used to 'it'...."
"It? I'm sorry. Maybe I just imagined... no I didn't, you just read my fuckin mind," said Brittany jumping up.
"Yup. That's the idea.." she trailed off.
"Well if you're gonna do that, at least teach me how..."
"I'll start by teachin' you your name.. and mine.." said the new girl. "You are.. Well that's not important right now actually.. I am Rebecca. Becky. Becky Apolla Alamaeda.. and that's all you need to know for now.."
"Alright... um... I already KNOW my name," said Brittany slowly.
"That's what YOU think.." said the girl, Becky, rolling her eyes.
"That's what I know."
"Do you now? Whatever, I'll drill it into your head somehow.." said Becky. "Anyway, let's go to breakfast I'm starving." She got up as well and shrugged.
Brittany's odd look was enough to answer that statement, but she still said, "Considering I have no clothes just yet.."
"Dumbledork didn't give you any?" said a tired voice from across the room.
"Holy shit," said Brittany jumping again and looking at the boy, Draco.
"You're right, Holy... I'm one Hell of a God," said Draco getting up and pulling his robes from the chair opposite him. "Becky... I'm gonna go down to breakfast. Try and find Ms. Fashionable here some clothes," said Draco. Brittany glared at him as he walked past.
"You take after Orion," she muttered. Draco rose an eyebrow, but went out the door shaking his head.
"C'mon, you can take something of mine.. we are the same size.." Brittany nodded uneasily.
"So what is it that you're going to be lending me? If all your clothes are that.. beautiful..." **Poor rather** She thought.
"Hey watch it! I'm rich you dumb ass." With that she opened the wardrobe in the back that turned out to be completely hers. "Didn't all fit in the trunk, and Mummy and "Him" wouldn't stand to see them all wrinkled, you see," she explained.
"Oh, I see.."
"Here..you can have this.."
Becky handed Brittany a light green blouse and smiled kindly. "This'll look good on you," she said. Brittany looked unsure.
"Aren't we supposed to wear uniforms?"
She said. Becky snorted. "You're joking right?"
"Uh... no?" said Brittany. Becky winked.
"We still wear the skirts.." she trailed off mischievously. "No big deal. Getting in trouble is my specialty. Go on, get dressed," she said handing Brittany a skirt and a hat to match the blouse. Brittany checked her hair in the mirror on the door.
"Should I curl my hair or something?" she said.
"Sure, I've got a curling iron in the bathroom." Said Becky showing Brittany to the bathroom. She sighed. **This'll be an eventful day.** She thought.
**Oh yeah.** Said a voice in her head.
Brittany dressed quickly and called in Rebecca. "How do I use this? There are no buttons, or switches, or even plugs!"
"Oh that's right! Sorry," Becky squinted at the iron. Instantly a cool fire started somehow set by her sight.
"How did you...?"
"Don't worry about it." She cupped it with her hand and when the iron was hot enough, she clapped her hands on it. "Here you are," she said cheerfully, handing it to her.
"Uh.." Getting anxious and thinking quickly of an excuse, Brittany began, "I don't want to use it anymore.. I've.. I've decided against it. You know I-I burn my hair a lot with straighteners and stuff..."
"Fine! Be that way! And don't forget I can read your mind! Stupid..."
She threw the iron at Brittany who dodged it. Brittany clenched her eyes closed, waiting to hear the clang of it fall and burn the whole room, but it stopped in midair...
Brittany whirled around to find the curling iron doing the exact thing she'd thought, floating. Becky smacked her on the back. "HA! I knew you could do it! Beat that Voldemort. Stupid ass thinks you can't do any-"
"What?" said Brittany getting up from off the floor that she'd been pushed onto when Becky had slapped her back
"Never mind," said Becky quickly yanking the iron out of the air and putting it back on the counter. "Let's just go," she said.
Brittany was sure she'd said something about Voldemort, but she wasn't going to comment. On the way down stairs they ran back into Malfoy. "Hey Little-Orion," said Brittany patting Draco on the head the looking at her sodden hand disgustedly. She wiped it on her pants. "Um... has anyone seen Tom?" she said as looked around the room.
"Tom who?" said Becky.
"The new guy? He already went to breakfast," said Draco glaring at Brittany, who smiled sweetly.
"Don't use a pot of gel on your hair everyday and maybe no one will get so disgusted," said Brittany rolling her eyes. She went out the common room and to the Great Hall to find Tom sitting at the Slytherin table already.
She walked over but instantly tripped. Someone lent a hand to help her up. She looked up to find a boy with black hair and green eyes looking down at her. "Oops," she muttered getting up and wiping her self off.
"Hi," said the boy. Brittany looked at him closely.
"Oh! You're Harry Potter," she said. It must have come out wrong though cause the boy scowled.
"Potter, leave her alone," said a scathing voice behind her. Draco and Becky had just arrived. Harry scowled even more.
"Should have known the clumsy wench was your friend Malfoy," he said. Brittany's mouth dropped open.
"Excuse me?" said Becky and Brittany in unison. Harry's eyes traveled from Becky to Brittany in a matter of seconds.
"If you weren't so fat, I'd say you were twins," said Harry looking at Brittany, who's mouth fell even farther.
"Um.. no. You have just lost your speaking privileges for the day," said Brittany.
Harry smirked. "You obviously haven't lost eating privileges your whole life." Brittany's fist balled and she stepped forward.
"You had better watch it." She hissed. Harry's smirk widened. She glanced at the staff table. "And the grand prize winner of the stupid asshole contest is..." she said calming down.
Harry glared at her. Suddenly burnt rubber could be smelled coming from the floor. Brittany sniffed the air and looked down to find Harry's shoes were melting from underneath him. She put a hand out to stop Becky and stared at his shoes, cooling the rubber quickly so that his feet stuck to the floor. "Nice meeting you Mr. Potter," she said walking off.
Harry raised an eyebrow and tried walking to the Gryffindor table; unfortunately his feet were stuck to the ground. "What?" he said trying to yank his feet off the ground and failing again.
Brittany and Becky burst out in laughter and Brittany sat by Tom. "Hey, sweety," she said smiling widely.