(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????!!!!
