Operation: Random
By Toad and Skye Rocket
Disclaimer: We do not own any of the following things used in this fan fiction, including that of anything relating to Harry Potter or any sort of product mentioned herein.
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Part One
"How does a sink hole just appear out of nowhere?" Mary exclaimed as she and Trevor walked through the front door.
"Well, actually, it doesn't just 'appear out of nowhere,' it's been forming over a long period of time," Trevor explained in response.
"All I know is that Mom and Dad aren't going to like us being out of school for such a long time," Mary said with a sigh.
"Well, I for one am very happy about this whole thing," Trevor said with a smirk. Mary frowned.
"Are you sure we won't get bored, doing nothing for three months, day in and day out?" she said with a dramatic sigh. Mary was very dramatic sometimes.
"Hey, school sucks. In my life, that's the only thing I've learned for sure," Trevor replied, taking the carton of chocolate milk out of the fridge and taken a swig out of the carton. Mary gave a small disgusted noise.
"That's utterly revolting," she said. Trevor shrugged and grabbed the box of Lucky Charms off of the top of the fridge and shoving his hand into it, munching on a small handful.
"Aww. Use a bowl, please!" Mary protested. Trev shook his head indignantly. Mary crossed her arms.
Suddenly there was a huge bang that came from the living room. The two siblings exchanged shocked looks and bolted into the family room, leaving behind the chocolate flavored milk and the sugary breakfast food behind.
In his head, Trevor wondered what else would happen today. Mary was wondering if a sinkhole had opened up under the foosball table.
"What in the holy-?" Trevor didn't get to finish his sentence. He didn't need to either, as they were both thinking the same thing. There was a pile of bodies in the center of the room, in front of the china cabinet. Mary put a hand over her mouth to cover her gaping jaw.
"What the hell is this?" Trev asked finally. Mary shrugged and inched closer to the large pile in the center of the room. She raised the toe of her black boot on her right foot slowly and poked it into the palm of a pale hand with really long fingers on it.
The hand twitched and began to move. There was a large, muffled groan from the bottom of the pile. Mary cried and leapt back from the mound in the center of the room. Trevor grabbed her arm.
"Should we call the police?" he asked her, sounding a little afraid. Mary shrugged. There was a lot of 'shrugging' in conversations between the two.
"Not yet. They could be a bunch of harmless people," she reasoned.
"Or they could be a bunch of bloodthirsty, knife-wielding psychos!" Trevor said, turning rather pale.
"We are not going to kill you," someone muttered. "We just sort of got lost or something?" Mary stumbled backwards and grabbed the baseball bat that was propped up against the sofa, holding it up threateningly.
"How do I know you aren't lying?" Mary screeched. Suddenly Trevor realized why his sister was taking drama next semester.
"Listen, woman, I am trapped under fourteen unconscious people. Would. I. Lie. To. You," the voice snapped.
Uh oh. Now they'd done it, Trevor thought. Whoever had said that wasn't going to get any sympathy from Mary. There was nothing she hated more than being called 'woman.' Mary looked ready to kill.
"Don't ever call me woman!" she yelped, sounding peeved. She crossed her arms in anger.
"You'll have to excuse her," Trevor said. "She hates being called that."
"Be quiet, Trev!" Mary snapped. "Listen. I have to let the dogs out. I'll be right back." She walked away.
To these folks, Trevor was much more sympathetic.
"Um, can I do anything to help you out?" he asked, stepping around the heap. "I mean, well, you're sort of lying on my rug, and I was supposed to vacuum today." Trevor was trying to be polite and all, but he was sort of frustrated at the scenario.
"Oh, no," the voice said dryly. "I think I'll just stay here and have my bones crushed. La-dee-dah, what fun!" To his relief, Mary came back from letting the three dachshunds outside.
"Whatever," Mary said angrily, shoving a man with long dark hair off of the top of the pile. He hit the tile in front of the fireplace and groaned, swearing under his breath.
Soon Mary was helping the people up and Trevor was doing his best to make space on the sofa, loveseat and chairs. Once everyone was assembled and sitting on the seats that were around the room, Mary and Trev sat on the floor in front of the hearth.
"Listen, we have had a hard day. Our school fell into a sinkhole. I woke up later than usual. I had a math test," Mary said slowly, trying not to get upset. She got angry easily.
"What she means is," Trevor cut him off. "This is a little much for us to handle today. So please try to make things easier for us by using little sarcasm and everything else that would make things, well, difficult."
"Fine, fine. My name is Sirius Black, and I'm a wizard." The other people around this 'Sirius' fellow looked shocked at this revelation. "Anyways, we were at the wizard school 'Hogwarts' and then we just ended up here."
Trevor and Mary glanced at each other.
"Tell me, Sirius. Do you drink?" Mary asked. Trevor elbowed her in the ribs. "But seriously, are you pulling my leg?"
"Not at all. Why would I make that up?"
"Because you're crazy. I may be unattractive and have a low math grade, but I know what it's like to deal with crazy people," Mary snapped.
"Mar, what does your physical appearance and your grades have to do with this?" Trevor asked, exasperated. Mary's face crumpled. "I don't know!" she wailed. "I've been under high stress lately!"
"Just relax", a sort of pudgy boy with blond hair said, patting Mary on the arm, "My name is Neville Longbottom, and I hate to be called by my last name."
"Neville's right", said a boy with flaming red hair. He looked to be about sixteen. "My name is Percy Weasley, and *I* take great pride in my academics, which pays off *greatly*!"
"I'm Oliver Wood," said a boy sitting on the sofa. He had dusky brown hair and brown eyes. "I'm the Gryffindor Quidditch captain."
"Charmed," she said with ice in her voice.
"Aww, hell, Mar. Who put a bug up your-." Mary cut him off.
"Sheesh. No one. I just feel ill all of a sudden," Mary said softly. "I'm going to go make a bag of popcorn and get a coke. We didn't have time for lunch, remember? You want anything?"
"Um, can I have a toaster strudel?" he asked. She shrugged.
"OK." With that, she turned on the heel of her boot and stumbled out of the room.
"Is she okay?" a boy with bright green eyes and messy black hair asked, sounding a bit concerned.
"Who, Mary? Of course she is. She's just a little, uh, emotional sometimes, and she had a bit of a shock when she was in history and the floor caved in, as you might imagine," Trevor said, defending his sister.
"I heard that," Mary yelled from the kitchen. Trevor smiled and blushed.
"So, introduce yourselves. That way, I won't have to call you, like, Boy- With-Black-Hair or Male-Who-Is-Pale," Trev replied.
There was Harry with the black hair and that ever-so-odd scar. Then Draco with the pale skin and white-blond hair. Fred and George, who were twins and Percy's brothers. Ron, who had the same red hair as Percy, Fred and George (given that they were all related as brothers) and his sister Ginny.
There was Snape, who looked PO'ed all the time, and Lucius, who was Draco's father and looked just like him (except with longer hair). There was Sirius, who had shaggy black hair and eyes the same color. Remus, who had honey brown eyes and lightly graying, brown hair. And Gilderoy, who was apparently a famous wizard's author (and greatly disliked by the other occupants of the room).
Finally there was Hermione. Hermione had bushy brown hair and was sort of short for her age. She was obviously very smart, and almost a know-it-all sort of person.
Mary returned with much more than she had set out to get. She had her arms weighted down with Pringles tubes, three two-liter bottles of Vanilla Coke and a large bag of candy corn. Oh, and her popcorn and Trevor's blueberry toaster strudel. She dropped them onto the coffee table and sat next to it.
"Enjoy," she said. It was obvious that Mary was making an effort to be nice and erase the preconceived notions of her being a crazy lady.
Not saying she wasn't, though.
Everyone except Hermione and Harry eyed the food oddly.
"What?" Mary asked, looking at their odd expressions. "It's not poisoned. It's candy. And soda. And chips. Everything you need to get a cavity."
"Ah, in that case," Gilderoy said. Trevor got the ever-so-strange feeling that this Gilderoy fellow was going to be a little on the annoying side.
But just then the door flew open. A woman with brown hair that had red highlights and brown eyes hurried up the stairs. She threw her arms around Mary and Trevor, who blushed furiously.
"Oh! My babies! I heard what happened! Was it awful? Are you alright? Is everyone okay? Are you emotionally distraught?" she cried to her children.
"Mom! I can't breathe!" Trevor rasped. The woman let go.
"Yes, it was horrible. Yes, we are fine. Yes, no one was hurt. No, we are emotionally fine," Mary recited automatically.
"Well, in that case, who are your friends?" Mom asked, looking around as if noticing them all for the first time since she had arrived.
"Mom, you'll think we're bonkers. But they came from Hogwarts. It's a wizard school. They don't know what happened. But it's true!" Mary explained.
Mom blinked and sat quite still. Suddenly she threw her arms around her daughter.
"Sweetie. I know that today you had a shocking event take place in a place you felt safe."
"Moooom!" Mary protested. "You make it sound like I was attacked or whatnot!" Her mother held up her hand, forcing her to silence.
"But, although your safe haven may have been disrupted, if this is a cry for attention, it isn't a very convincing one," Mom said, sounding semi- stern.
"Mom, she's not 'crying for attention,'" Trevor broke in. Mary had folded her arms. "It's the truth."
"Oh. OK," Mom said, patting Mary on the back. "Listen, I heard from another para about your school. So I rushed over here to speak with you and make sure you were all right." Mom's job was to work with kids with different problems at a school. She liked it because it allowed her to get home at a time close to when the kids got home.
"Well, I need to go," Mom said, sighing and kissing each of her children on the top of the head. "They'll be wanting me back, I suppose." She patted the two on top of the head.
"Mary, sweetie. Try to get some rest. Maybe take a nap?" She turned back to the 'guests.' "It was very nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy our little home." Mom picked up her coat and walked out the door without another word.
"Is that your mother?" Professor Snape asked in a sort of disgusted sounding way.
"Yep. That's her. The human tornado," Mary said, grabbing up a handful of candy corn. "She can get anything done within a few hours. But chances are she might have to redo it." She gave a smile. "I guess that's where I get it." She seemed to relish the thought as she chewed her candy.
"She seems very nice, though," Ron Weasley said. Mary's chewing slowed.
"Yeah. She is," Mary agreed.
"Are you going to take your nap?" Percy asked. Mary rolled her eyes and took a swig of Coke.
"Not on your life. I may have seen the track of death disappear into the ground today, but I don't go to sleep until I have to," Mary informed them in a matter-of-fact tone. "But not to say that I didn't enjoy it when the whole thing dropped into oblivion. I mean, I must have run so many laps on there it would make my head implode with the very thought of it!" she exclaimed after a pause.
Oliver gave a small grin. "You don't enjoy sports?"
"Oh no, it's not that. I mean, ping-pong. Now, ping-pong is the game that should be taught in school. Or foosball. Not Tae Bo or aerobics. Or even basketball. When I was in the sixth grade I jammed my finger in basketball and it turned bright purple. It really hurt, ha," Mary said with a nervous chuckle. Trev elbowed her in the ribs.
"Sorry. She sort of gets a bit carried away," he explained. Mary blushed.
"So, um, how exactly did your school get into a sinkhole?" Harry asked.
"Well, they didn't exactly tell us that. I mean, they were to busy screaming 'Hot damn! Get out of the school!' to explain," Trevor said thoughtfully. Mary smiled and bobbed her head.
"Do you know when you'll be going back?" Neville asked.
"Nope! And we're looking forward to a much-deserved vacation," Trevor exclaimed.
"That's always good," Ginny agreed. "Having school off is the best."
"Yup," Mary offered. "And at least I was able to grab my stuff before I left. I would have died if my CD player got sucked into the ground?"
"CD player? Obviously a Muggle device," Draco said with a cough.
"I guess so. It plays music. Like, songs on this little thin circle-y thing," Trevor explained.
"Wicked," Ron said quietly.
"Sort of. Kind of expensive," Mary said mournfully. "I'd die if it broke. Mom and Daddy gave it to me for Christmas."
"Daddy?" George asked with a smirk.
"It's an affectionate term," Trevor said quickly. "Mary's a daddy's girl." Mary beamed and ate a pizza flavored Pringle. "So. How long do you plan on staying? Through Christmas, maybe?"
"Ooh. Christmas," Mary cooed. She gave a cough. "Sorry."
"Well," Snape said. "I suppose we'll be out of here by New Year's." He seemed to be very unemotional.
"That's great," Trevor said. Mary elbowed him. "Yeah, I mean, it will be great to have you here for so, erm, long." While his sister was incredibly emotional, Trevor was sort of odd in that he put his foot in his mouth sometimes.
When they thought about it, the two of them realized that their family was Crazy with a capital C. Mom was always bustling from place to place. Dad acted like a big kid sometimes. Trevor rebelled for no apparent reason. And Mary just liked to make things interesting and pretend that she didn't care (she was incredibly sensitive a lot of the time, but she could be really odd sometimes in that she was a total opposite of that).
But the important thing was that they all had fun. Usually. Sometimes they didn't have fun, not at all. Like when Mary and Trevor ended up filling the house with smoke while trying to cook. Or when Mom and Dad thought it would be 'fun' to spend the day driving around aimlessly and not going home, even when Trevor and Mary fought loudly and ended up in a huge catfight.
But of course, that was nothing new. This was due to the fact that the two both had raging tempers and loved to be right.
Trevor began devouring his toaster strudel. Everyone in the room except Mary stared at Trev with gaping mouths. Mary shifted uncomfortably where she sat. "Wha? What is it?" Trevor demanded.
"Um, hon, I think it's the fact that you are pulverizing a fruit and bread- like substance and acting normal about it," Mary muttered. Trevor looked stricken.
"Dude! I'm not 'pulverizing' anything! I'm just eating!" he snapped. Mary leaned away.
"Ah, okay. But, um, we do have company. So please use your manners," she requested. Trevor scowled and folded his arms.
Okay, so maybe Mary wasn't the only one who overreacted.
"Um, no, really. It's all right; we don't mind. I mean, I've seen bad manners before. I've gone to school with Malfoy for quite a while now," Ron said, looking smug that he had cooked up such a nice little insult. Meanwhile, Draco's face had gone a flushed red color. His hands tightened into gripping fists, and Mary and Trevor were sure he would snap his own fingers off by pure force coming from this comment alone.
Suddenly, Draco lunged at Ron, pummeling him with his fists. Mary immediately sprang into action.
"Boys, boys," she said, pushing them off one another. "Let's play nicely, mmkay?"
"You said 'mmkay,'" Trevor whispered to her. She blushed. Sometimes she could be very hung up on proper grammar, spelling and punctuation.
"I'm sorry," Ron grunted. "It was the truth though," he added thoughtfully.
"Ahem. We're all gentlemen and civilized ladies here, from what I can tell," Mary said, attempting to sound stern.
"Don't try to boss me around," Draco snapped arrogantly. "I'm a pure-blood. You are a Muggle. End of story."
"That shouldn't matter," Harry piped up through gritted teeth. Trevor and Mary shrugged.
"Man, I don't care what that pansy says," Trev said. Draco and Lucius leapt to their feet.
"Excuse me?" Draco snapped. Trevor hopped up, despite Mary trying to make him sit down.
"You heard me!" Trevor yelled. Mary was now tugging on his arm. He sat. "I mean, ah, well, never mind." Draco smirked and he and his father sat back down.
"So," Mary said uneasily. "Where are you planning on sleeping?"
"I can sleep anywhere," Neville said. Percy agreed with him.
"I'd prefer sleeping on a bed," Lucius Malfoy snapped coldly. Mary bobbed her head.
"I'm sure we can let you use one of our guest rooms. We have two since I moved to the basement," Mary explained.
"Oh really?" Sirius said. "Well, I can sleep on a floor." Trevor nodded.
"Okay. Let's see," he said, thinking. "We can give Percy and Neville sleeping bags and stick them in the living room. Lucius can have the second floor guest bedroom. Remus, do you have a preference?"
"Nope. I can sleep on a floor also," he said.
"Allrighty. You can sleep in the easy chair in the living room. Bad back?" Mary asked.
"No," he said, looking confused. Mary shrugged.
"Unlucky guess, I suppose," she said. "Right. So, Gilderoy, I suppose you'll be wanting a bed. You can stay in the first floor guest room. Ginny and Hermione, you can sleep in my room if you want."
"And Oliver, you, Ron, Harry and the twins can all shove yourselves into my room," Trevor said with a grimace. They nodded.
"Snape, you can sleep in a sleeping bag in the den, and you, Draco, if you wish, can sleep on the sofa," Mary added.
"And that's everyone," Trevor said.
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At around six o'clock, Dad came home. Mom had gone out to the movies. After much explaining, Dad finally believed that the wizards in his house were not here to kill his children and his wife, not to mention him.
"Dad, what's for dinner?" Trevor said as he and Ron jumped up and down on the couch.
"One, we are getting hot dogs and crescent rolls, as I am going to the store as soon as I changed out of my work clothes. Two, do not jump on that sofa!" Dad said loudly from in the kitchen as he fed the fish.
Trevor and Ron stepped off the sofa.
Soon Dad was gone.
Mary sat on the counter in the kitchen, swinging her feet and banging the cabinet doors. Neville, Percy and Oliver sat at the kitchen table. Oliver was leafing through Trevor's Foxtrot book and Percy was looking over his shoulder. Neville sat, staring at the wall.
"So, you guys got girlfriends?" Mary said suddenly. As soon as she said it she blushed bright red.
"I used to. We broke up though," Percy informed her.
"Ah, tragedy," Mary said with a sigh. "Love sucks, huh? How 'bout you, Oliver?"
"Nope."
"Too bad. And Neville? How about you?" she asked.
"You've got to be kidding," Neville said wistfully. "And that's a no," he added.
"Wow, all of you have it rough," the girl said. She put her hand over her heart and looked sympathetic. "I know how you feel." There was silence.
"Well then," Percy said, sounding semi-uncomfortable. Mary took a long drink of water. Oliver sat in silence. Neville picked at his fingernails
"So," Mary said again. "Um, do you want to see my yearbook?" Three blank looks.
"What's a yearbook?" Neville asked. Mary rolled her eyes.
"I can't believe you've never heard of a yearbook!" she said, giving an exasperated sigh. "Well, a yearbook is pictures of everything that goes on in a school year. Including of each individual student."
"I suppose that would be interesting," Percy mused. Mary hopped off of the counter.
"Come on, then," she said, prompting them. They reluctantly stood up.
Trevor and Ron had begun jumping on the sofa again, and Ginny had proceeded to join in.
"Where are you going?" Trevor asked, stopping the hopping for a minute.
"To my room, moron," Mary said, beginning to go down the stairs. Trevor stepped off of the couch.
"With three guys?" he asked, an amused grin on his face. "Why you little piggy." He gave a suggestive cackle.
"Bite me," Mary said and continued down the stairs. "I'm showing them my yearbook."
"Sure ya are," Trevor yelled after them. Mary rolled her eyes again as the got to the bottom landing. She shoved aside the glow in the dark beaded curtain that served as her door.
The four of them entered the room. Mary studied a large black box with assorted buttons on it. "It's a stereo," she said, not looking up. "It also plays music."
She removed a little circle looking thing from a plastic box. "And THIS is a CD," she explained. "It has the music on it." She put it into the stereo somehow and pushed a button and waited patiently. The voice of an angry young man began shouting from the box.
Immediately, Percy and Neville leapt back while Oliver looked uneasy. Percy coughed. "I, erm, wasn't expecting that," he said. Mary smiled and flicked on her lava lamp. It took her a few minutes to actually get the yearbook off of her bookshelf because she kept lighting candle and incense.
"OK, sorry about that," she said. Suddenly there was a series of huge bangs. "Trevor!" Trevor burst through the curtains and sat down on the small white love seat in the corner. "What are you doing?"
"Ohh, nothing," he said with a huge grin. Mary scowled.
"You are supposed to know," she said loudly.
"You don't have a door!" he snapped. Which was true. Mary seemed stuck on this one.
"Well fine. You can stay but if I catch you going through my stuff, I'll kill you," she threatened. Trevor rolled his eyes. Mary fished around on her top shelf. "Ah ha, here it is," she said, pulling down a thin black book. She flopped onto her bed and fluffed up her pillow, cracking open the book.
"Where are you?" Percy asked. Mary flicked a few pages.
"Right there. Hope you don't go blind," she warned.
"Hmmm. Drama club, art class," Oliver read. "Personal quote: 'I may never have made honor roll, but I'm not a moron.' This is how people will remember you?"
"Yeah, yes it is," Mary said, staring off into space.
"Yes, that's exactly how they'll remember her," Trevor added. "They were talking about it for days afterward."
"They said it was inspired," she said, blinking. She took the book from Oliver. "Why don't I show you Trevor?"
"Uh oh," Trevor said softly.
"Here he is. Technology club. Science club," Neville said. "Personal Quote: 'If it were raining brains, you wouldn't even get wet'?"
"Yup," Trevor said, beaming. "I was bored in English class and so I just thought of it. And when they asked me that's what I put."
"He was hyper," Mary translated. "And here's my best friend."
"She's pretty," Oliver said.
"You'll have to meet her," she suggested. Mary sat on the bed. "This is my history teacher, and my science teacher, ooh, and my drama teacher." The song had changed to one of a guy yelling and loud guitars.
"So, do you guys like Thanksgiving?" Trevor asked. They shrugged. "Because tomorrow is Thanksgiving, just FYI," he said quietly.
"Yeah," Mary said dreamily. "It rocks. I mean, we'll go to our grandparents' house, and you can meet our cousins. And our grandparent's friends. And other stuff."
"Turkey," Trevor said. He and his sister were practically drooling all over the place. Mary sat up rapidly.
"Sorry. I was just thinking about it," Mary said vaguely. "I mean, I hate Thanksgiving. But I do like turkey."
The door creaked open upstairs. The only way that they heard it over the music was that it was switching to another song.
"Trevor! Did you break this sofa?" Dad yelled from the stairs. Mary and Trev exchanged glances and ran up the stairs. When the five teens got to the top of the stairs, Dad held a large bag. Inside were several packages of hot dogs, and several cans of crescent rolls.
"Sorry you had to buy so much food," Mary said, staring at the floor.
"Ah, it's okay. We get to eat for free tomorrow and the day after," Dad said. "And probably the day after that."
"What do you mean?" Trevor asked.
"Well, Thanksgiving, free. Day after, we're going to your cousin's house: also free. And after that: Leftovers from Grandma's: Free," he explained.
"Wow. Two hours shoved into cars and driving for a long time just to be made fun of by your relatives," Mary said sarcastically.
"Sweetie. That is what your cousins always do. It's just a given," Dad said, ruffling her hair. Mary frowned.
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It was late. Mary and Trevor had put in the movie 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' to watch. Mary was covered up with a flannel blanket with a deer on it that she had brought up from her room and was quietly dozing on the sofa, drooling.
Meanwhile, Trevor was signing along to the songs in an animated fashion. Oliver and Harry were trying to sing along even though they did not know the words. Lucius and Snape looked unpleasant. Gilderoy had gone to have his beauty sleep. Sirius had fallen asleep on Remus' shoulder, who was watching intently. Hermione had gone to read some of the books in Mary's room.
Ginny and Percy was sitting on the floor watching also, looking confused but happy nonetheless. Fred and George were playing with Trevor's old-ish set of Army men and making them get attacked by the plastic Indians and cowboys, and Mary's plastic lizards. And Neville was asleep in the corner.
Of course, Dad had gone to sleep, and so had Mom.
Mary had her PJs on. Most people in the room were greatly amused by everyone who was asleep. Trevor blinked.
"Maaaary," he crooned quietly, slipping on a plastic dog mask. Ginny snorted and put a hand over her mouth. "Wakey wakey, widdle Mary."
Mary suddenly opened her eyes. "Aaaaaaughh!" she screamed, sitting up quickly. The movie ended just as Mary slapped Trevor. Trevor winced and swore, putting a hand on his cheek.
Mary leapt off of the sofa. "I'm going to bed!" she snapped, dragging the blanket after her. Ginny gave Sirius, who was dying from laughter, a dirty look and followed Mary. As she went with Mary down to the basement, there was a huge slam.
"She closes her door at night over her curtain," Trevor informed them. "So. We have quite a big day tomorrow, right? I mean, Dad called them to inform them you'd be there. And it's a good thing, too."
"Trevor, does your sister do this frequently? I mean, get all upset?" Harry asked.
Trevor though about this for a moment. "Um, well, Harry. She does get upset a lot, but you kinda caught her at a bad time. She is becoming obsessed with the idea that this pinhead she likes is obsessed with her best friend," he said with a shrug.
Trevor looked a little embarrassed. "I shouldn't have told you that. But the other day, she told me never to fall in love with the girl who likes you's best friend with a sort of faraway look on her face."
"Trevor, what do you usually do on Thanksgiving?" Sirius asked suddenly.
Trevor grinned. "Well, you get there and the whole house smells like turkey. You, or at least I do, kick your shoes off and hang up your coat. My uncle Tommy and Paw-Paw are watching football. Alden, Austin and Mallory will run up to you and be like 'Oh wow, it's so good to see you.' Aunt Marleena and Grandma will be in the kitchen walking about and getting frustrated, since we're usually late. We sit down at the table as soon as possible and listen to Paw-Paw say Grace.
"Then, we get to eat. We pass around all the food," he said, looking like he was about to drool all over. "And so when we get done, Mary sits with the adults while Austin, Alden, Dad and I go out to play football. And for the rest of the day, you recover from what you ate and debate over who said what at basic family events. Mary loves family stories. I'm never there because I'm a year younger than her. My mom still thinks I'm sheltered. But Mary fills me in on all of the disgusting details," Trev added.
"Sounds fun," Fred said.
"Ah, you'll think it is. At least until you get there," Trevor said sadly. "Too much family goodness."
"You don't enjoy your family?" Remus said, blinking sleepily.
"Oh, of course I do," Trevor grumbled. "It's just that there all, well, loons. And they always ask me about my grades! Oh, look at the time," he said, sounding upset. "It's late, even for me. I'm hitting the sack. Hey, if you want to sit up, then by all means. Seeya tomorrow."
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Part One
"How does a sink hole just appear out of nowhere?" Mary exclaimed as she and Trevor walked through the front door.
"Well, actually, it doesn't just 'appear out of nowhere,' it's been forming over a long period of time," Trevor explained in response.
"All I know is that Mom and Dad aren't going to like us being out of school for such a long time," Mary said with a sigh.
"Well, I for one am very happy about this whole thing," Trevor said with a smirk. Mary frowned.
"Are you sure we won't get bored, doing nothing for three months, day in and day out?" she said with a dramatic sigh. Mary was very dramatic sometimes.
"Hey, school sucks. In my life, that's the only thing I've learned for sure," Trevor replied, taking the carton of chocolate milk out of the fridge and taken a swig out of the carton. Mary gave a small disgusted noise.
"That's utterly revolting," she said. Trevor shrugged and grabbed the box of Lucky Charms off of the top of the fridge and shoving his hand into it, munching on a small handful.
"Aww. Use a bowl, please!" Mary protested. Trev shook his head indignantly. Mary crossed her arms.
Suddenly there was a huge bang that came from the living room. The two siblings exchanged shocked looks and bolted into the family room, leaving behind the chocolate flavored milk and the sugary breakfast food behind.
In his head, Trevor wondered what else would happen today. Mary was wondering if a sinkhole had opened up under the foosball table.
"What in the holy-?" Trevor didn't get to finish his sentence. He didn't need to either, as they were both thinking the same thing. There was a pile of bodies in the center of the room, in front of the china cabinet. Mary put a hand over her mouth to cover her gaping jaw.
"What the hell is this?" Trev asked finally. Mary shrugged and inched closer to the large pile in the center of the room. She raised the toe of her black boot on her right foot slowly and poked it into the palm of a pale hand with really long fingers on it.
The hand twitched and began to move. There was a large, muffled groan from the bottom of the pile. Mary cried and leapt back from the mound in the center of the room. Trevor grabbed her arm.
"Should we call the police?" he asked her, sounding a little afraid. Mary shrugged. There was a lot of 'shrugging' in conversations between the two.
"Not yet. They could be a bunch of harmless people," she reasoned.
"Or they could be a bunch of bloodthirsty, knife-wielding psychos!" Trevor said, turning rather pale.
"We are not going to kill you," someone muttered. "We just sort of got lost or something?" Mary stumbled backwards and grabbed the baseball bat that was propped up against the sofa, holding it up threateningly.
"How do I know you aren't lying?" Mary screeched. Suddenly Trevor realized why his sister was taking drama next semester.
"Listen, woman, I am trapped under fourteen unconscious people. Would. I. Lie. To. You," the voice snapped.
Uh oh. Now they'd done it, Trevor thought. Whoever had said that wasn't going to get any sympathy from Mary. There was nothing she hated more than being called 'woman.' Mary looked ready to kill.
"Don't ever call me woman!" she yelped, sounding peeved. She crossed her arms in anger.
"You'll have to excuse her," Trevor said. "She hates being called that."
"Be quiet, Trev!" Mary snapped. "Listen. I have to let the dogs out. I'll be right back." She walked away.
To these folks, Trevor was much more sympathetic.
"Um, can I do anything to help you out?" he asked, stepping around the heap. "I mean, well, you're sort of lying on my rug, and I was supposed to vacuum today." Trevor was trying to be polite and all, but he was sort of frustrated at the scenario.
"Oh, no," the voice said dryly. "I think I'll just stay here and have my bones crushed. La-dee-dah, what fun!" To his relief, Mary came back from letting the three dachshunds outside.
"Whatever," Mary said angrily, shoving a man with long dark hair off of the top of the pile. He hit the tile in front of the fireplace and groaned, swearing under his breath.
Soon Mary was helping the people up and Trevor was doing his best to make space on the sofa, loveseat and chairs. Once everyone was assembled and sitting on the seats that were around the room, Mary and Trev sat on the floor in front of the hearth.
"Listen, we have had a hard day. Our school fell into a sinkhole. I woke up later than usual. I had a math test," Mary said slowly, trying not to get upset. She got angry easily.
"What she means is," Trevor cut him off. "This is a little much for us to handle today. So please try to make things easier for us by using little sarcasm and everything else that would make things, well, difficult."
"Fine, fine. My name is Sirius Black, and I'm a wizard." The other people around this 'Sirius' fellow looked shocked at this revelation. "Anyways, we were at the wizard school 'Hogwarts' and then we just ended up here."
Trevor and Mary glanced at each other.
"Tell me, Sirius. Do you drink?" Mary asked. Trevor elbowed her in the ribs. "But seriously, are you pulling my leg?"
"Not at all. Why would I make that up?"
"Because you're crazy. I may be unattractive and have a low math grade, but I know what it's like to deal with crazy people," Mary snapped.
"Mar, what does your physical appearance and your grades have to do with this?" Trevor asked, exasperated. Mary's face crumpled. "I don't know!" she wailed. "I've been under high stress lately!"
"Just relax", a sort of pudgy boy with blond hair said, patting Mary on the arm, "My name is Neville Longbottom, and I hate to be called by my last name."
"Neville's right", said a boy with flaming red hair. He looked to be about sixteen. "My name is Percy Weasley, and *I* take great pride in my academics, which pays off *greatly*!"
"I'm Oliver Wood," said a boy sitting on the sofa. He had dusky brown hair and brown eyes. "I'm the Gryffindor Quidditch captain."
"Charmed," she said with ice in her voice.
"Aww, hell, Mar. Who put a bug up your-." Mary cut him off.
"Sheesh. No one. I just feel ill all of a sudden," Mary said softly. "I'm going to go make a bag of popcorn and get a coke. We didn't have time for lunch, remember? You want anything?"
"Um, can I have a toaster strudel?" he asked. She shrugged.
"OK." With that, she turned on the heel of her boot and stumbled out of the room.
"Is she okay?" a boy with bright green eyes and messy black hair asked, sounding a bit concerned.
"Who, Mary? Of course she is. She's just a little, uh, emotional sometimes, and she had a bit of a shock when she was in history and the floor caved in, as you might imagine," Trevor said, defending his sister.
"I heard that," Mary yelled from the kitchen. Trevor smiled and blushed.
"So, introduce yourselves. That way, I won't have to call you, like, Boy- With-Black-Hair or Male-Who-Is-Pale," Trev replied.
There was Harry with the black hair and that ever-so-odd scar. Then Draco with the pale skin and white-blond hair. Fred and George, who were twins and Percy's brothers. Ron, who had the same red hair as Percy, Fred and George (given that they were all related as brothers) and his sister Ginny.
There was Snape, who looked PO'ed all the time, and Lucius, who was Draco's father and looked just like him (except with longer hair). There was Sirius, who had shaggy black hair and eyes the same color. Remus, who had honey brown eyes and lightly graying, brown hair. And Gilderoy, who was apparently a famous wizard's author (and greatly disliked by the other occupants of the room).
Finally there was Hermione. Hermione had bushy brown hair and was sort of short for her age. She was obviously very smart, and almost a know-it-all sort of person.
Mary returned with much more than she had set out to get. She had her arms weighted down with Pringles tubes, three two-liter bottles of Vanilla Coke and a large bag of candy corn. Oh, and her popcorn and Trevor's blueberry toaster strudel. She dropped them onto the coffee table and sat next to it.
"Enjoy," she said. It was obvious that Mary was making an effort to be nice and erase the preconceived notions of her being a crazy lady.
Not saying she wasn't, though.
Everyone except Hermione and Harry eyed the food oddly.
"What?" Mary asked, looking at their odd expressions. "It's not poisoned. It's candy. And soda. And chips. Everything you need to get a cavity."
"Ah, in that case," Gilderoy said. Trevor got the ever-so-strange feeling that this Gilderoy fellow was going to be a little on the annoying side.
But just then the door flew open. A woman with brown hair that had red highlights and brown eyes hurried up the stairs. She threw her arms around Mary and Trevor, who blushed furiously.
"Oh! My babies! I heard what happened! Was it awful? Are you alright? Is everyone okay? Are you emotionally distraught?" she cried to her children.
"Mom! I can't breathe!" Trevor rasped. The woman let go.
"Yes, it was horrible. Yes, we are fine. Yes, no one was hurt. No, we are emotionally fine," Mary recited automatically.
"Well, in that case, who are your friends?" Mom asked, looking around as if noticing them all for the first time since she had arrived.
"Mom, you'll think we're bonkers. But they came from Hogwarts. It's a wizard school. They don't know what happened. But it's true!" Mary explained.
Mom blinked and sat quite still. Suddenly she threw her arms around her daughter.
"Sweetie. I know that today you had a shocking event take place in a place you felt safe."
"Moooom!" Mary protested. "You make it sound like I was attacked or whatnot!" Her mother held up her hand, forcing her to silence.
"But, although your safe haven may have been disrupted, if this is a cry for attention, it isn't a very convincing one," Mom said, sounding semi- stern.
"Mom, she's not 'crying for attention,'" Trevor broke in. Mary had folded her arms. "It's the truth."
"Oh. OK," Mom said, patting Mary on the back. "Listen, I heard from another para about your school. So I rushed over here to speak with you and make sure you were all right." Mom's job was to work with kids with different problems at a school. She liked it because it allowed her to get home at a time close to when the kids got home.
"Well, I need to go," Mom said, sighing and kissing each of her children on the top of the head. "They'll be wanting me back, I suppose." She patted the two on top of the head.
"Mary, sweetie. Try to get some rest. Maybe take a nap?" She turned back to the 'guests.' "It was very nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy our little home." Mom picked up her coat and walked out the door without another word.
"Is that your mother?" Professor Snape asked in a sort of disgusted sounding way.
"Yep. That's her. The human tornado," Mary said, grabbing up a handful of candy corn. "She can get anything done within a few hours. But chances are she might have to redo it." She gave a smile. "I guess that's where I get it." She seemed to relish the thought as she chewed her candy.
"She seems very nice, though," Ron Weasley said. Mary's chewing slowed.
"Yeah. She is," Mary agreed.
"Are you going to take your nap?" Percy asked. Mary rolled her eyes and took a swig of Coke.
"Not on your life. I may have seen the track of death disappear into the ground today, but I don't go to sleep until I have to," Mary informed them in a matter-of-fact tone. "But not to say that I didn't enjoy it when the whole thing dropped into oblivion. I mean, I must have run so many laps on there it would make my head implode with the very thought of it!" she exclaimed after a pause.
Oliver gave a small grin. "You don't enjoy sports?"
"Oh no, it's not that. I mean, ping-pong. Now, ping-pong is the game that should be taught in school. Or foosball. Not Tae Bo or aerobics. Or even basketball. When I was in the sixth grade I jammed my finger in basketball and it turned bright purple. It really hurt, ha," Mary said with a nervous chuckle. Trev elbowed her in the ribs.
"Sorry. She sort of gets a bit carried away," he explained. Mary blushed.
"So, um, how exactly did your school get into a sinkhole?" Harry asked.
"Well, they didn't exactly tell us that. I mean, they were to busy screaming 'Hot damn! Get out of the school!' to explain," Trevor said thoughtfully. Mary smiled and bobbed her head.
"Do you know when you'll be going back?" Neville asked.
"Nope! And we're looking forward to a much-deserved vacation," Trevor exclaimed.
"That's always good," Ginny agreed. "Having school off is the best."
"Yup," Mary offered. "And at least I was able to grab my stuff before I left. I would have died if my CD player got sucked into the ground?"
"CD player? Obviously a Muggle device," Draco said with a cough.
"I guess so. It plays music. Like, songs on this little thin circle-y thing," Trevor explained.
"Wicked," Ron said quietly.
"Sort of. Kind of expensive," Mary said mournfully. "I'd die if it broke. Mom and Daddy gave it to me for Christmas."
"Daddy?" George asked with a smirk.
"It's an affectionate term," Trevor said quickly. "Mary's a daddy's girl." Mary beamed and ate a pizza flavored Pringle. "So. How long do you plan on staying? Through Christmas, maybe?"
"Ooh. Christmas," Mary cooed. She gave a cough. "Sorry."
"Well," Snape said. "I suppose we'll be out of here by New Year's." He seemed to be very unemotional.
"That's great," Trevor said. Mary elbowed him. "Yeah, I mean, it will be great to have you here for so, erm, long." While his sister was incredibly emotional, Trevor was sort of odd in that he put his foot in his mouth sometimes.
When they thought about it, the two of them realized that their family was Crazy with a capital C. Mom was always bustling from place to place. Dad acted like a big kid sometimes. Trevor rebelled for no apparent reason. And Mary just liked to make things interesting and pretend that she didn't care (she was incredibly sensitive a lot of the time, but she could be really odd sometimes in that she was a total opposite of that).
But the important thing was that they all had fun. Usually. Sometimes they didn't have fun, not at all. Like when Mary and Trevor ended up filling the house with smoke while trying to cook. Or when Mom and Dad thought it would be 'fun' to spend the day driving around aimlessly and not going home, even when Trevor and Mary fought loudly and ended up in a huge catfight.
But of course, that was nothing new. This was due to the fact that the two both had raging tempers and loved to be right.
Trevor began devouring his toaster strudel. Everyone in the room except Mary stared at Trev with gaping mouths. Mary shifted uncomfortably where she sat. "Wha? What is it?" Trevor demanded.
"Um, hon, I think it's the fact that you are pulverizing a fruit and bread- like substance and acting normal about it," Mary muttered. Trevor looked stricken.
"Dude! I'm not 'pulverizing' anything! I'm just eating!" he snapped. Mary leaned away.
"Ah, okay. But, um, we do have company. So please use your manners," she requested. Trevor scowled and folded his arms.
Okay, so maybe Mary wasn't the only one who overreacted.
"Um, no, really. It's all right; we don't mind. I mean, I've seen bad manners before. I've gone to school with Malfoy for quite a while now," Ron said, looking smug that he had cooked up such a nice little insult. Meanwhile, Draco's face had gone a flushed red color. His hands tightened into gripping fists, and Mary and Trevor were sure he would snap his own fingers off by pure force coming from this comment alone.
Suddenly, Draco lunged at Ron, pummeling him with his fists. Mary immediately sprang into action.
"Boys, boys," she said, pushing them off one another. "Let's play nicely, mmkay?"
"You said 'mmkay,'" Trevor whispered to her. She blushed. Sometimes she could be very hung up on proper grammar, spelling and punctuation.
"I'm sorry," Ron grunted. "It was the truth though," he added thoughtfully.
"Ahem. We're all gentlemen and civilized ladies here, from what I can tell," Mary said, attempting to sound stern.
"Don't try to boss me around," Draco snapped arrogantly. "I'm a pure-blood. You are a Muggle. End of story."
"That shouldn't matter," Harry piped up through gritted teeth. Trevor and Mary shrugged.
"Man, I don't care what that pansy says," Trev said. Draco and Lucius leapt to their feet.
"Excuse me?" Draco snapped. Trevor hopped up, despite Mary trying to make him sit down.
"You heard me!" Trevor yelled. Mary was now tugging on his arm. He sat. "I mean, ah, well, never mind." Draco smirked and he and his father sat back down.
"So," Mary said uneasily. "Where are you planning on sleeping?"
"I can sleep anywhere," Neville said. Percy agreed with him.
"I'd prefer sleeping on a bed," Lucius Malfoy snapped coldly. Mary bobbed her head.
"I'm sure we can let you use one of our guest rooms. We have two since I moved to the basement," Mary explained.
"Oh really?" Sirius said. "Well, I can sleep on a floor." Trevor nodded.
"Okay. Let's see," he said, thinking. "We can give Percy and Neville sleeping bags and stick them in the living room. Lucius can have the second floor guest bedroom. Remus, do you have a preference?"
"Nope. I can sleep on a floor also," he said.
"Allrighty. You can sleep in the easy chair in the living room. Bad back?" Mary asked.
"No," he said, looking confused. Mary shrugged.
"Unlucky guess, I suppose," she said. "Right. So, Gilderoy, I suppose you'll be wanting a bed. You can stay in the first floor guest room. Ginny and Hermione, you can sleep in my room if you want."
"And Oliver, you, Ron, Harry and the twins can all shove yourselves into my room," Trevor said with a grimace. They nodded.
"Snape, you can sleep in a sleeping bag in the den, and you, Draco, if you wish, can sleep on the sofa," Mary added.
"And that's everyone," Trevor said.
*-*-*
At around six o'clock, Dad came home. Mom had gone out to the movies. After much explaining, Dad finally believed that the wizards in his house were not here to kill his children and his wife, not to mention him.
"Dad, what's for dinner?" Trevor said as he and Ron jumped up and down on the couch.
"One, we are getting hot dogs and crescent rolls, as I am going to the store as soon as I changed out of my work clothes. Two, do not jump on that sofa!" Dad said loudly from in the kitchen as he fed the fish.
Trevor and Ron stepped off the sofa.
Soon Dad was gone.
Mary sat on the counter in the kitchen, swinging her feet and banging the cabinet doors. Neville, Percy and Oliver sat at the kitchen table. Oliver was leafing through Trevor's Foxtrot book and Percy was looking over his shoulder. Neville sat, staring at the wall.
"So, you guys got girlfriends?" Mary said suddenly. As soon as she said it she blushed bright red.
"I used to. We broke up though," Percy informed her.
"Ah, tragedy," Mary said with a sigh. "Love sucks, huh? How 'bout you, Oliver?"
"Nope."
"Too bad. And Neville? How about you?" she asked.
"You've got to be kidding," Neville said wistfully. "And that's a no," he added.
"Wow, all of you have it rough," the girl said. She put her hand over her heart and looked sympathetic. "I know how you feel." There was silence.
"Well then," Percy said, sounding semi-uncomfortable. Mary took a long drink of water. Oliver sat in silence. Neville picked at his fingernails
"So," Mary said again. "Um, do you want to see my yearbook?" Three blank looks.
"What's a yearbook?" Neville asked. Mary rolled her eyes.
"I can't believe you've never heard of a yearbook!" she said, giving an exasperated sigh. "Well, a yearbook is pictures of everything that goes on in a school year. Including of each individual student."
"I suppose that would be interesting," Percy mused. Mary hopped off of the counter.
"Come on, then," she said, prompting them. They reluctantly stood up.
Trevor and Ron had begun jumping on the sofa again, and Ginny had proceeded to join in.
"Where are you going?" Trevor asked, stopping the hopping for a minute.
"To my room, moron," Mary said, beginning to go down the stairs. Trevor stepped off of the couch.
"With three guys?" he asked, an amused grin on his face. "Why you little piggy." He gave a suggestive cackle.
"Bite me," Mary said and continued down the stairs. "I'm showing them my yearbook."
"Sure ya are," Trevor yelled after them. Mary rolled her eyes again as the got to the bottom landing. She shoved aside the glow in the dark beaded curtain that served as her door.
The four of them entered the room. Mary studied a large black box with assorted buttons on it. "It's a stereo," she said, not looking up. "It also plays music."
She removed a little circle looking thing from a plastic box. "And THIS is a CD," she explained. "It has the music on it." She put it into the stereo somehow and pushed a button and waited patiently. The voice of an angry young man began shouting from the box.
Immediately, Percy and Neville leapt back while Oliver looked uneasy. Percy coughed. "I, erm, wasn't expecting that," he said. Mary smiled and flicked on her lava lamp. It took her a few minutes to actually get the yearbook off of her bookshelf because she kept lighting candle and incense.
"OK, sorry about that," she said. Suddenly there was a series of huge bangs. "Trevor!" Trevor burst through the curtains and sat down on the small white love seat in the corner. "What are you doing?"
"Ohh, nothing," he said with a huge grin. Mary scowled.
"You are supposed to know," she said loudly.
"You don't have a door!" he snapped. Which was true. Mary seemed stuck on this one.
"Well fine. You can stay but if I catch you going through my stuff, I'll kill you," she threatened. Trevor rolled his eyes. Mary fished around on her top shelf. "Ah ha, here it is," she said, pulling down a thin black book. She flopped onto her bed and fluffed up her pillow, cracking open the book.
"Where are you?" Percy asked. Mary flicked a few pages.
"Right there. Hope you don't go blind," she warned.
"Hmmm. Drama club, art class," Oliver read. "Personal quote: 'I may never have made honor roll, but I'm not a moron.' This is how people will remember you?"
"Yeah, yes it is," Mary said, staring off into space.
"Yes, that's exactly how they'll remember her," Trevor added. "They were talking about it for days afterward."
"They said it was inspired," she said, blinking. She took the book from Oliver. "Why don't I show you Trevor?"
"Uh oh," Trevor said softly.
"Here he is. Technology club. Science club," Neville said. "Personal Quote: 'If it were raining brains, you wouldn't even get wet'?"
"Yup," Trevor said, beaming. "I was bored in English class and so I just thought of it. And when they asked me that's what I put."
"He was hyper," Mary translated. "And here's my best friend."
"She's pretty," Oliver said.
"You'll have to meet her," she suggested. Mary sat on the bed. "This is my history teacher, and my science teacher, ooh, and my drama teacher." The song had changed to one of a guy yelling and loud guitars.
"So, do you guys like Thanksgiving?" Trevor asked. They shrugged. "Because tomorrow is Thanksgiving, just FYI," he said quietly.
"Yeah," Mary said dreamily. "It rocks. I mean, we'll go to our grandparents' house, and you can meet our cousins. And our grandparent's friends. And other stuff."
"Turkey," Trevor said. He and his sister were practically drooling all over the place. Mary sat up rapidly.
"Sorry. I was just thinking about it," Mary said vaguely. "I mean, I hate Thanksgiving. But I do like turkey."
The door creaked open upstairs. The only way that they heard it over the music was that it was switching to another song.
"Trevor! Did you break this sofa?" Dad yelled from the stairs. Mary and Trev exchanged glances and ran up the stairs. When the five teens got to the top of the stairs, Dad held a large bag. Inside were several packages of hot dogs, and several cans of crescent rolls.
"Sorry you had to buy so much food," Mary said, staring at the floor.
"Ah, it's okay. We get to eat for free tomorrow and the day after," Dad said. "And probably the day after that."
"What do you mean?" Trevor asked.
"Well, Thanksgiving, free. Day after, we're going to your cousin's house: also free. And after that: Leftovers from Grandma's: Free," he explained.
"Wow. Two hours shoved into cars and driving for a long time just to be made fun of by your relatives," Mary said sarcastically.
"Sweetie. That is what your cousins always do. It's just a given," Dad said, ruffling her hair. Mary frowned.
*~*~*
It was late. Mary and Trevor had put in the movie 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' to watch. Mary was covered up with a flannel blanket with a deer on it that she had brought up from her room and was quietly dozing on the sofa, drooling.
Meanwhile, Trevor was signing along to the songs in an animated fashion. Oliver and Harry were trying to sing along even though they did not know the words. Lucius and Snape looked unpleasant. Gilderoy had gone to have his beauty sleep. Sirius had fallen asleep on Remus' shoulder, who was watching intently. Hermione had gone to read some of the books in Mary's room.
Ginny and Percy was sitting on the floor watching also, looking confused but happy nonetheless. Fred and George were playing with Trevor's old-ish set of Army men and making them get attacked by the plastic Indians and cowboys, and Mary's plastic lizards. And Neville was asleep in the corner.
Of course, Dad had gone to sleep, and so had Mom.
Mary had her PJs on. Most people in the room were greatly amused by everyone who was asleep. Trevor blinked.
"Maaaary," he crooned quietly, slipping on a plastic dog mask. Ginny snorted and put a hand over her mouth. "Wakey wakey, widdle Mary."
Mary suddenly opened her eyes. "Aaaaaaughh!" she screamed, sitting up quickly. The movie ended just as Mary slapped Trevor. Trevor winced and swore, putting a hand on his cheek.
Mary leapt off of the sofa. "I'm going to bed!" she snapped, dragging the blanket after her. Ginny gave Sirius, who was dying from laughter, a dirty look and followed Mary. As she went with Mary down to the basement, there was a huge slam.
"She closes her door at night over her curtain," Trevor informed them. "So. We have quite a big day tomorrow, right? I mean, Dad called them to inform them you'd be there. And it's a good thing, too."
"Trevor, does your sister do this frequently? I mean, get all upset?" Harry asked.
Trevor though about this for a moment. "Um, well, Harry. She does get upset a lot, but you kinda caught her at a bad time. She is becoming obsessed with the idea that this pinhead she likes is obsessed with her best friend," he said with a shrug.
Trevor looked a little embarrassed. "I shouldn't have told you that. But the other day, she told me never to fall in love with the girl who likes you's best friend with a sort of faraway look on her face."
"Trevor, what do you usually do on Thanksgiving?" Sirius asked suddenly.
Trevor grinned. "Well, you get there and the whole house smells like turkey. You, or at least I do, kick your shoes off and hang up your coat. My uncle Tommy and Paw-Paw are watching football. Alden, Austin and Mallory will run up to you and be like 'Oh wow, it's so good to see you.' Aunt Marleena and Grandma will be in the kitchen walking about and getting frustrated, since we're usually late. We sit down at the table as soon as possible and listen to Paw-Paw say Grace.
"Then, we get to eat. We pass around all the food," he said, looking like he was about to drool all over. "And so when we get done, Mary sits with the adults while Austin, Alden, Dad and I go out to play football. And for the rest of the day, you recover from what you ate and debate over who said what at basic family events. Mary loves family stories. I'm never there because I'm a year younger than her. My mom still thinks I'm sheltered. But Mary fills me in on all of the disgusting details," Trev added.
"Sounds fun," Fred said.
"Ah, you'll think it is. At least until you get there," Trevor said sadly. "Too much family goodness."
"You don't enjoy your family?" Remus said, blinking sleepily.
"Oh, of course I do," Trevor grumbled. "It's just that there all, well, loons. And they always ask me about my grades! Oh, look at the time," he said, sounding upset. "It's late, even for me. I'm hitting the sack. Hey, if you want to sit up, then by all means. Seeya tomorrow."