(King's Cross)

Colleen: Now we just...run through that wall?

Amanda: That's what they always say in the books.

Colleen: It just seems...odd somehow...

Amanda: Why? We do it all the time.

Colleen: Yeah, but generally we don't mean to.

Amanda: Well, this is true. After you then?

Colleen: *suspicious glance* Sure, why not?

Colleen + Wall: BAM!!!!

Colleen: Owww....

Amanda: *snigger*

Colleen: Hey! The wall wouldn't let me through! Wait! I know! This is like the second book when Dobby stopped Harry from getting through, and--but why would a house elf want to stop us--wait, it must be a pretty easy spell if Dobby could do it, so maybe it's someone more sinister, like Lord Vol-

Amanda: C'leena! You ran at the wrong wall! That's *points at Colleen's wall* between platforms eight and nine, not nine and ten.

Colleen: Um...oh...whoopsy. Well at least Jack *pats new Eagle Owl* and the Luggage are all right.

Amanda: Why did you just capitalize luggage?

Colleen: Have you ever read Discworld?

Amanda: Nope.

Colleen: Mwahahahaha!!!! Well then it'll just be a nice pleasant surprise! ..................ha.

***

(Logan Airport, Terminal E)

Patti: Yes, four Bill. So how are the kids anyway? Yes, yes, they've run off to London this time. Well, it was nice seeing you.

Carol: D'you think it's sad that they know us by name at the International ticket counter?

Patti: *sigh*

***

(German Class)

Emily: I'm bored...it's not fair! I want to go to Hogwarts! I've read those books.

Samm: Dumdeedum...Accio broom! Dumdeedum...

Marcie: I say we go! It's not fair! They always get to do stuff!

Emily: But we haven't got letters...

Marcie: That's ok...Colleen and Amanda will probably make such a big diversion that they probably won't notice us anyway...

Emily: But...how do we get there?

Marcie Easy *stands*

Frau Chane: Verena! Setzt zu! Jetzt!

Marcie: But Frau Chane,


Frau Chane: No! You are not following Katrin and Olivia!

Marcie: But I wasn't-

Frau Chane: NO!

Marcie: *grumble*

Frau Chane: Besides, I've already called Mr. Brundige. I'm quite confident that he will bring them back by the end of class.

Emily: *shudder* Not Mr. Brundige! He's worse than those creepy villians in the X-Files!

Kimo: Wooow...Deja vous...

Samm: Dumdeedum...Stupefy! Dumdeedum...

(Sorting Line in Great Hall, Hogwarts, Outside London, England, United Kingdom, Europe, Earth Solar System, Milky Way, Universe, Um...I'm sure there's more...)

Colleen: Amanda, do you feel kinda tall?

Amanda: You mean because we're 17 and we're surrounded by little 11 year olds?

Colleen: Yeah.

Amanda: I know! Isn't it great?

Prof. McGonagal: Leavitt, Amanda!

Sorting Hat: Hmmmm...Well, I guess it'll be Slytherin for you, SL-

Amanda: NO!

Sorting Hat: What?

Amanda: You can't put me in Slytherin! Me or Colleen! We have to go to Gryffandor!

Sorting Hat: But my dear, you're plainly evil. You belong in Slytherin.

Amanda: I don't know whether to resent that or to be complimented. But either way, I'm evil, but I'm not Slytherin evil...I mean, I'm not snotty or greasy or ugly or anything. And I don't hate Harry. Isn't that some sort of pre-requisite to being a Slytherin? Besides, I'm certainly not a pure blood...

Sorting Hat: But...but...at least let me put you and your friend in Ravenclaw, I mean, I dare say you've got the brains for it...

Amanda: *snort* Yeah right!

Sorting Hat: *sigh* All right...GRYFFINDOR!

[Skip over similar conversation between Sorting Hat & Colleen because this chapter suddenly seems very long...]

Ama&Col: Gryffindor! Whoo!

Prof. McGonagal: McCarthy, Jeremiah!

Both: WHAT????!!!!