Chapter Two: Hogwarts
When she awoke, Skye was utterly confused. Mainly because the last thing she remembered was not going too sleep. She had been at school hadn't she? Slowly one eye cracked open, and then another..
"Holy shit."
The blond sat up startled, her eyes wide and her mouth dropped in a amusing 'O'. Slowly she examined the room. Shelves, four poster beds-excluding the one she sat on of course-a furry ginger coloured cat sat on one of them, a doorway out and a window. Feeling quite unsure of herself, Skye climbed to her feet and walked towards the window. Outside, white snowflakes fell from the clouded sky and landed all over the grounds. A large lake was before the window.. A dark forest stretched across the land.. A hut stood on the border of it.. And further down she saw-
"Holy flying shit." She cursed again.
A door swung open, and the girl nearly jumped out of her skin. "It's about time you got up." Said another girl's voice.
Skye turned slowly, and nearly fainted. The girl standing in the doorway had wavy, brown hair with more poof than her own and wore a neatly pressed dress shirt underneath her gray jumper. Her red and yellow tie was done up expertly, and was also tucked underneath the jumper. In her hands she held a large, hard cover book with the title Skye could just barely make out. 'Hogwarts: A History'. Skye couldn't believe it; standing in front of her was-it couldn't be-but it was! Standing in the door way was none other than Hermoine Granger.
"Are you feeling better?" Hermoine asked walking into the room.
"Where am I?" Skye asked glancing around. How the hell had this happened? Why was Hermoine Granger, a fictional character talking to her, and looking as real as rain? 'This is it.' Said the voice in Skye's mind, shrieking. 'I've finally gone crazy. Off the bend! Loco! I've got bats in my bellfree! I'm completely off my rocker!'
"You suffered a bit of a concussion when you fell." Said Hermoine frowning slightly. "Do you remember what year it is?"
Skye panicked. What if she wasn't crazy? What if she had somehow been transported to Hogwarts? She had to find Staisha..If she was even here. She couldn't very well have people knowing she didn't belong here. Not yet.... But Hermoine seemed to know her-which meant maybe she did belong at the school. What year was it? If she was really at Hogwarts that mean that it was-She thought quickly trying desperately to remember what year it was. Judging by her appearance, Hermoine appeared to be in her fifth or sixth year.
"Chelsey?" Hermoine prodded. Skye blinked for a moment. Had she just called her.Chelsey? Her name actually was Chelsey, but very few knew that. How odd that Hermoine would call her by it.
"1996?" She asked hopefully.
Hermoine smiled. "I told them you'd be alright. You just needed to sleep it off."
"Sleep what off?" Asked Skye frowning.
"You got knocked off your broom. That prat Derrick hit you with a bludger."
"A bludger? ..So I was playing Quidditch then?" She asked.
"It was a Gryffindor versus Slytherin match on Sunday." Hermoine nodded. "Harry caught the Snitch a minute after you fell, so Slytherin didn't have time to score. I told Madame Pompfrey how you don't like the medical wing so after she made sure you were alright they brought you back to the dorm."
Inside Skye felt like doing back flips. Not only did she go to Hogwarts, she played Quidditch! Which was quite odd considering she was afraid of heights.
"You've been excused from classes for the rest of the day, although if I were you I'd get dressed and ready. Snape would love it if you weren't in class. Well, he'd love it if any Gryffindor missed his class."
Skye felt a mild anger. "Biased git." She blinked. Did she just say git? And what was with the accent? Sure sometimes she'd speak with an accent just for the hell of it but-she wasn't even trying. "How much time do I have?"
Hermoine shrugged. "Probably fifteen minutes."
"Fifteen minutes?!" Skye squeaked. 'I have fifteen minutes to prepare myself for my first potions class ever?! Holy shit..'
*
"So I told Draco he didn't need to use that much styling gel. All he needed was enough to hold his hair back. After all, his father doesn't use gel in his hair."
Staisha resisted the urge to point out that while Lucius Malfoy may not use hair gel, he did have a pretty, silk bow to hold back his hair.
"After all, it's hard to run your hands through gobfulls of gel. Makes the snogging process a little, less effective."
Staisha nodded brightly, pretended to listen. She had been at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry for a total of two hours so far. Apparently she was friend with Pansy Parkinson, although she couldn't see why. All Pansy ever did was talk about Draco Malfoy, not that Staisha could blame her. She had spent the entire History of Magic class ogling at him.
"Don't you agree Ana?" Asked Pansy.
And that was another thing. Parkinson seemed dead bent on calling her 'Ana', which she hated. She felt as if she was going to scream.
"I wouldn't know Pansy." Staisha replied courteously. "I've never snogged with Draco." Pansy nodded, and then continued speaking.
Skye had once called her Ana, and Staisha had promptly corrected her. Looking around as they made their way to potions she kept searching the halls for the curly haired blond. Maybe she hadn't been brought to Hogwarts- Maybe she was back in class typing a letter this very minute! Staisha glanced over at Pansy as she heard her 'name' mentioned again. She had half a mind to tell Pansy to 'bugger off.' But she needed someone to sit with, and to explain things to her.
Apparently her name was Anastaisha Ritchie (which was true), she was a sixth year Slytherin students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was friends with Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode, who oddly enough reminded her of a very butch girl from NorKam.
"Here come the Gryffindors." Said Pansy with a head tilt towards the stairwell. Coming down the stairs was that know-it-all Hermoine Granger. Staisha found it strange how she seemed to feel such a burning hatred whenever Hermoine was around. Obviously her Hogwarts self didn't care for the sucking up mudblood-There she went again.
Hermoine wasn't very pretty, and as Staisha had always reminded Skye, she had been right to say she wouldn't look like she walked off the cover of Teen People. So if she wasn't pretty, all that was left was defensive, stuck up and a total show off. The term 'typical Gryffindor' came to mind. Staisha briefly considered the idea that Hermoine was a show off because she wasn't the student population's favourite person. But that only brought on feelings of enmity; if she could blend into the crowd why couldn't Hermoine?
Beside her was another girl, with curly dark blond and a nervous smile that Staisha recognized immediately. Skye.
Skye's eyes widened as she saw her, and Staisha glanced over at her fellow Slytherins. Taking the opportunity, she shot the blond a "play along" look. Skye nodded warily and continued to follow Hermoine.
"Feeling better Galbraith? Where's your friend Mr. Bludger?" Pansy let out a high-pitched laugh. Staisha watched her friend's expression change quickly from shock to stiff upper lip.
"That's terribly original of you Parkinson. Did someone help you with that?" She replied good-naturedly. Pansy blinked. "Just as I thought. C'mon Hermoine."
Although Staisha couldn't see her friend's facial expression, she knew Skye was smiling enough for the both of them.
Sorry it took so long for this chapter. Kinda forgot what I wanted to write in it. Anyways, next chapter Staisha discovers a Slytherin secret, Harry becomes suspicious, Skye takes to the air and someone might actually get some snogging in!
Thanks 2 Ravishingly Discreet, Anna Chan, Kermit & Selasious for reviews & comments!
When she awoke, Skye was utterly confused. Mainly because the last thing she remembered was not going too sleep. She had been at school hadn't she? Slowly one eye cracked open, and then another..
"Holy shit."
The blond sat up startled, her eyes wide and her mouth dropped in a amusing 'O'. Slowly she examined the room. Shelves, four poster beds-excluding the one she sat on of course-a furry ginger coloured cat sat on one of them, a doorway out and a window. Feeling quite unsure of herself, Skye climbed to her feet and walked towards the window. Outside, white snowflakes fell from the clouded sky and landed all over the grounds. A large lake was before the window.. A dark forest stretched across the land.. A hut stood on the border of it.. And further down she saw-
"Holy flying shit." She cursed again.
A door swung open, and the girl nearly jumped out of her skin. "It's about time you got up." Said another girl's voice.
Skye turned slowly, and nearly fainted. The girl standing in the doorway had wavy, brown hair with more poof than her own and wore a neatly pressed dress shirt underneath her gray jumper. Her red and yellow tie was done up expertly, and was also tucked underneath the jumper. In her hands she held a large, hard cover book with the title Skye could just barely make out. 'Hogwarts: A History'. Skye couldn't believe it; standing in front of her was-it couldn't be-but it was! Standing in the door way was none other than Hermoine Granger.
"Are you feeling better?" Hermoine asked walking into the room.
"Where am I?" Skye asked glancing around. How the hell had this happened? Why was Hermoine Granger, a fictional character talking to her, and looking as real as rain? 'This is it.' Said the voice in Skye's mind, shrieking. 'I've finally gone crazy. Off the bend! Loco! I've got bats in my bellfree! I'm completely off my rocker!'
"You suffered a bit of a concussion when you fell." Said Hermoine frowning slightly. "Do you remember what year it is?"
Skye panicked. What if she wasn't crazy? What if she had somehow been transported to Hogwarts? She had to find Staisha..If she was even here. She couldn't very well have people knowing she didn't belong here. Not yet.... But Hermoine seemed to know her-which meant maybe she did belong at the school. What year was it? If she was really at Hogwarts that mean that it was-She thought quickly trying desperately to remember what year it was. Judging by her appearance, Hermoine appeared to be in her fifth or sixth year.
"Chelsey?" Hermoine prodded. Skye blinked for a moment. Had she just called her.Chelsey? Her name actually was Chelsey, but very few knew that. How odd that Hermoine would call her by it.
"1996?" She asked hopefully.
Hermoine smiled. "I told them you'd be alright. You just needed to sleep it off."
"Sleep what off?" Asked Skye frowning.
"You got knocked off your broom. That prat Derrick hit you with a bludger."
"A bludger? ..So I was playing Quidditch then?" She asked.
"It was a Gryffindor versus Slytherin match on Sunday." Hermoine nodded. "Harry caught the Snitch a minute after you fell, so Slytherin didn't have time to score. I told Madame Pompfrey how you don't like the medical wing so after she made sure you were alright they brought you back to the dorm."
Inside Skye felt like doing back flips. Not only did she go to Hogwarts, she played Quidditch! Which was quite odd considering she was afraid of heights.
"You've been excused from classes for the rest of the day, although if I were you I'd get dressed and ready. Snape would love it if you weren't in class. Well, he'd love it if any Gryffindor missed his class."
Skye felt a mild anger. "Biased git." She blinked. Did she just say git? And what was with the accent? Sure sometimes she'd speak with an accent just for the hell of it but-she wasn't even trying. "How much time do I have?"
Hermoine shrugged. "Probably fifteen minutes."
"Fifteen minutes?!" Skye squeaked. 'I have fifteen minutes to prepare myself for my first potions class ever?! Holy shit..'
*
"So I told Draco he didn't need to use that much styling gel. All he needed was enough to hold his hair back. After all, his father doesn't use gel in his hair."
Staisha resisted the urge to point out that while Lucius Malfoy may not use hair gel, he did have a pretty, silk bow to hold back his hair.
"After all, it's hard to run your hands through gobfulls of gel. Makes the snogging process a little, less effective."
Staisha nodded brightly, pretended to listen. She had been at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry for a total of two hours so far. Apparently she was friend with Pansy Parkinson, although she couldn't see why. All Pansy ever did was talk about Draco Malfoy, not that Staisha could blame her. She had spent the entire History of Magic class ogling at him.
"Don't you agree Ana?" Asked Pansy.
And that was another thing. Parkinson seemed dead bent on calling her 'Ana', which she hated. She felt as if she was going to scream.
"I wouldn't know Pansy." Staisha replied courteously. "I've never snogged with Draco." Pansy nodded, and then continued speaking.
Skye had once called her Ana, and Staisha had promptly corrected her. Looking around as they made their way to potions she kept searching the halls for the curly haired blond. Maybe she hadn't been brought to Hogwarts- Maybe she was back in class typing a letter this very minute! Staisha glanced over at Pansy as she heard her 'name' mentioned again. She had half a mind to tell Pansy to 'bugger off.' But she needed someone to sit with, and to explain things to her.
Apparently her name was Anastaisha Ritchie (which was true), she was a sixth year Slytherin students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was friends with Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode, who oddly enough reminded her of a very butch girl from NorKam.
"Here come the Gryffindors." Said Pansy with a head tilt towards the stairwell. Coming down the stairs was that know-it-all Hermoine Granger. Staisha found it strange how she seemed to feel such a burning hatred whenever Hermoine was around. Obviously her Hogwarts self didn't care for the sucking up mudblood-There she went again.
Hermoine wasn't very pretty, and as Staisha had always reminded Skye, she had been right to say she wouldn't look like she walked off the cover of Teen People. So if she wasn't pretty, all that was left was defensive, stuck up and a total show off. The term 'typical Gryffindor' came to mind. Staisha briefly considered the idea that Hermoine was a show off because she wasn't the student population's favourite person. But that only brought on feelings of enmity; if she could blend into the crowd why couldn't Hermoine?
Beside her was another girl, with curly dark blond and a nervous smile that Staisha recognized immediately. Skye.
Skye's eyes widened as she saw her, and Staisha glanced over at her fellow Slytherins. Taking the opportunity, she shot the blond a "play along" look. Skye nodded warily and continued to follow Hermoine.
"Feeling better Galbraith? Where's your friend Mr. Bludger?" Pansy let out a high-pitched laugh. Staisha watched her friend's expression change quickly from shock to stiff upper lip.
"That's terribly original of you Parkinson. Did someone help you with that?" She replied good-naturedly. Pansy blinked. "Just as I thought. C'mon Hermoine."
Although Staisha couldn't see her friend's facial expression, she knew Skye was smiling enough for the both of them.
Sorry it took so long for this chapter. Kinda forgot what I wanted to write in it. Anyways, next chapter Staisha discovers a Slytherin secret, Harry becomes suspicious, Skye takes to the air and someone might actually get some snogging in!
Thanks 2 Ravishingly Discreet, Anna Chan, Kermit & Selasious for reviews & comments!
