HOGS HAVE WARTS?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Chapter 4 – He's White. Grey. No, he's blue, he's Skye!
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Tigra: La la la
Loup: Shut up you filthy piece of shit!!!!!!!!!!!
Tigra: Make me.
Loup: Fine.
Loup walks up to Tigra, pull some rope out of his pocket, gags and ties her hands.
Loup: There. Sorry you had to see that. And now the story.
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"Three up… two across. What else is new?" A girl with almond brown hair that had ocean blue streaks in it tapped a brick wall.
She turned around to look at her companion. She had soft, kind, and wise blue eyes with orange sprinkles that sparkled. She stood at 5'6" and was slim. She had porcelain skin and her heart shaped face was the house to a rosy complexion and delicate features. She was wearing a light blue tank top with a silver star in the middle. She sported a long denim skirt. Green ivy was running up the sides of the skirt. On her feet were a part of flip flops. Around her neck hung a gold chain with a sliver puma at the end.
"Hurry up already. The wall is opened," said her companion.
He had dark brown wavy hair with golden highlights here and there. He stood around 5'7" and with gorgeous green eyes with orange spreading around the pupil and long curly eyelashes that wave hello. He had pretty muscular arms with a good shaped bod. He wore a green top saying inappropriate things with baggy cargo pants.
"Hold your horses Loup," said the girl as she walked through the walk way.
"Let's go over to Quality Quidditch Supplies," said Loup.
"Ok." Together they walked to a store with a broom in the window.
"My mom said I could get the Wind Racer," said the girl.
"You're so lucky Tigra. My dad said I could only get the broom if I cleaned my room."
"Did you?"
"Yes!"
"Before we get the brooms lets explore Knockturn Alley, then go to Gringotts, then get our robes, then brooms, then books," said Tigra with a mischievous grin.
"Knockturn Alley!?!?!?" squeaked Loup with a shiver.
"You chicken!" cried Tigra as she dragged him to the entrance.
As they walked through the alley they looked through all the windows.
At the fifth store they spotted Seth, a fifth year Slytherin.
"Come on. Let's go in Loup." Tigra pulled Loup into the store.
"Well, well, well," came a cold voice. "Looky here. The wolf and his pet tiger."
"Well, well, well," came Loup's voice. "Looky here. The filthy serpent's shit."
"Oh fuck off, what are you doing here anyway?!" Seth said
"Go shove your head in the ground and act like an onion!!" Loup yelled.
"Good one!" Tigra whispered, chuckling.
Seth, not getting what Loup just said about an onion or something said, "Well, maybe I will…TO GET AWAY FROM YOU!"
"GOOD GOLLY GOSH!! I'm gonna go to my corner and cry! Jesus, your cool, CAN I BE YOU?!" Loup said sarcastically and he and Tigra just walked off toward him.
Seth looked around to see if the coast was clear or something, and picked up a flask saying DO NOT TOUCH…HAZARDOUS and, as dense as he is, threw the flask at Tigra and it shattered on her shoulder.
"FUCK!!!! FUCK!!!! SETH YOU ARE DEAD! LOUP GET THIS FUCKING SHIT OUT OF MY HAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Tigra yelled at the top of her lungs. Seth then…yup you guessed it…started to rise and he was screaming for help but Loup flicked his wand and tape appeared over Seth's mouth. Tigra shook her head making the potion spray on Loup's head. Parts of their hair glowed purple.
All of a sudden the purple vanished. Tigra and Loup felt a rush of warm energy in their heads.
Which that, they quickly bolted from the store; leave poor (not) Seth tied and gagged.
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"Hogwarts?" asked the witch behind the counter.
Tigra nodded. "Yes. We both need new robes, and a new cloak."
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"Hogwarts?" asked the clerk.
Loup nodded. "Two sets of fifth year books please."
"What courses?"
"Philosophies and Laws of Magic, and Magical Healing."
***
"Come on Loup," said Tigra as she started to run through the crowded street of Diagon Alley towards Quality Quidditch Supplies.
Tigra and Loup walked into the store and looked at the display case. There, sitting it all it glory, was the—
"Excuse me," said a low and deep voice from behind them.
Tigra and Loup turned around to see a boy of about fifteen standing before them.
He stood at 5'6.5", with black hair that was spiked. His eyes looked like they held the sunset in them. His body was slim, but fit and muscular. He was wearing a blue shirt with 'RAPTOR' written on it. His grey, baggy cargo pants had lots of pockets on them, leaving little room for the pants so it seemed that he was wearing pockets with pants.
'He is so hot.'
"Tigra! I can't believe that you of all people would say that out loud!" exclaimed Loup.
"Umm, Loup… I didn't say anything," said Tigra with concern. "Do you need to visit St. Mungo's?"
"No." 'I must be going crazy.'
"You already reached that destination," commented Tigra.
Tigra turned her attention from Loup to the strange before her. "Sorry. I'm Tigra Ila and this is Loup Grova. You are?"
"Skye. Skye Winger. It's a pleasure to mean you both." He shook their hands.
"Do you go to Hogwarts?" asked Loup.
"Yes and no." Tigra looked confused. "When I was ten, my father transferred to Spain and we can back here two weeks ago so I'm going to Hogwarts for my fifth year. What house are you both in?" he asked curiously.
"Ravenclaw."
"Cool. I'm supposed to get sorted on the 1st. Hey, were you going to buy the Wind Racer?"
"Yes. We need it for the house Quidditch team," said Tigra.
"What positions do you play?" Skye asked curiously.
"I play seeker, and Loup and Jayda, our other friend, play beaters. Do you play?"
"Yes, I play chaser. I want to be on the house team."
"Oh," said Loup as he moved towards the counter to purchase two Wind Racers with the money that Tigra had handed him and his own.
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"Tigz, have you found Jayda yet?" Loup yelled out of their compartment on the Hogwarts Express.
"No, but I found the Skye," she answered back sarcastically.
"You did?" asked Loup not picking up on the sarcasm
"You are so dumb. I found Skye."
"Oh, bring him in." The compartment door opened to reveal Tigra and Skye.
"Come in before Seth sees you," hissed Loup.
Tigra looked behind her. "Too late," she said turning around.
"Do you two still have purple hair?"
"Fuck off!" yelled Tigra right into Seth's ear making him temporarily deaf.
"Don't yell at Seth!" screeched his bleached blonde whore Etain.
"Do I really have to say it again? FUCK OFF!"
Etain and her fellow sluts, Sanaz, Blaire, and Fairuza started to slowly rise off the ground. Seth and his cronies, Amon, Caleb, and Javid soon joined them up in the air.
"Nice decorations," said a girl with straight, shoulder length brown hair. She was about 4'9", had pale skin, and pale blue eyes. Her tank top had deformed cats on it and it said 'Savage Kittens'. The cats were red on top of a black background. She was wearing a long black skirt with chains hanging from her. On her feet were bitch boots.
"JAYDA!" screamed Tigra as she suffocated her friend.
"Tigra… air," squeaked Jayda. She pushed Tigra off her and looked around the compartment. It was the same every year. The Slytherins as ceiling decoration, Loup sitting in a corner with Dan… nope it was someone new.
"Loupa!" she cried giving Loup a hug. "Hi," she said to the new person in their compartment.
"Hello I'm Skye Winged. It is nice to meet you…"
Jayda hit him over the head. "I let you move to Spain and YOU FORGET WHO I AM!" yelled Jayda. (A/N: When Jayda is like this she looks abusive.) "You never wrote me. You never called. You NEVER visited. Mother was worried that you and uncle Unis had been hurt or worst KILLED!"
Jayda sat down and turned her back towards Skye. "Jayda? Jayda! I thought I would never see you again. I lost your address and my owl died when I was mailing you so no other owl knew where you lived."
Skye picked up Jayda and hugged her.
"Nice reunion. NOT! NOW CAN YOU LET US THE FUCK DOWN?!?!" yelled Seth from the ceiling.
"Now, now Sethy-poo. Play nice." Jayda turned towards Tigra. "Skye, PUT ME DOWN!" Skye put her down. "Tigra, let them down," said Jayda. "Gently," she said sarcastically as an after thought.
"Ok," said Tigra with an evil grin on her face. She closed her eyes tightly and thought 'happy thoughts' of Skye and pink happy fluffy bunnies that rip out your spleen with a pencil and eat it. (A/N: Lol Jayda.)
The compartment door opened and the eight fifth year Slytherins found them selves painfully on the ground outside the compartment with the door shutting in their faces.
"HOGWARTS, TEN MINUTES! LEAVE YOUR THINGS ON THE TRAIN."
Tigra and Jayda kicked Loup and Skye out so that they could change.
***
"Winger, Skye!" called out 'Minnie' McGonagall.
Skye slowly walked up to the hat.
"Go Skye!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! Get your sorry ass into Ravenclaw!" yelled Jayda jumping up onto the table so she could see.
The Hall laughed. "Miss Frier please remain seated."
"Yes Snape." She turned towards Loup and Tigra. "Snake…" she whispered.
"I heard that. 10 points from Ravenclaw," said Snape.
"But school hasn't started yet!" cried Tigra. "Uncle Sevvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvy… that's not nice. Take it back!"
Snape mumbled something. "I can't hear you!"
"Ten points back to Ravenclaw."
"And?"
"I'm sorry."
"Good." Everyone was staring at her and Snape. "WHAT ARE YOU ALL STARING AT? THE SORTING'S THAT WAY AND I DON'T WANT TO BE MAD BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS." Everyone quickly averted their eyes to the sorting.
"RAVENCLAW!" yelled out the hat.
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Tigra: MNMNMNMMMMMMMM!!!!!!
Loup: What is that? I CANT HEAR YOU!
Tigra had somehow freed her hands. She took out some Pepper Spray from her pocket and sprayed Loup in the eyes.
Loup: AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! My eyes!!!!!!!!!!
Tigra untied her legs and ungagged herself. She took a frying pan off the desk where the computer sat and hit Loup over the head.
Loup: OW FUCK!!!!!!!!!!
Tigra: See u guys later!
Loup: SHIT FUCK PISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tigra picked up the pan again and swung it around Loup hitting him in the head again.
Loup: Owww…
Tigra: Sorry about that. Review. Bye.
Tigra drags Loup off and locks him in a closet.
