All right, this is also one of the chapters I'm re-writing,. I MIGHT re write to chapter 6, but after this I might not re write all of it, leave some of the parts in. Basically I'm re writing it, because the first few chapters stunk, really bad. So please rate/review.
Chapter 1. The Marauders.
"Er.." She heard an unfamiliar voice say. Her eyes were shut, and she was sitting on something soft and lumpy. She opened her eyes and looked around. Everything looked different. The classroom wasn't as dusty, there was writing on the board, and papers and books scattered around. The classroom seemed to be in use.
Astra was on top of someone, and so was Draco on someone else, though she didn't know who. A boy who liked like Harry, though slightly different, sat facing them, with a very confused expression on his face.
Cleo looked down at who or what she was sitting on. It was a young man, around her age, fifteen. He had long, black hair, that just skimmed his shoulders, and deep black eyes. He looked a bit familiar, she couldn't remember where she saw his face. He blinked at her as she blinked at him. She shifted her weight slightly.
"Who are you?" Cleo asked, staring at him.
"I could ask you the same thing." He said smoothly, running a hand through his hair, then stuck it out. "Sirius Black, at your service." Cleo nearly fell off his lap, at the startle of his name. She knew about Sirius Black, the wanted man. Sirius Black, Harry's godfather. She tries to remain calm and took a small breath, shaking his hand. "I'd be Cleo Sombra. What are you doing here?"
"Once again, I could ask you the same thing." Sirius smirked, looking at her. "Well I was sitting here, talking with my three friends, when out of no where there's a pretty girl sitting on my lap." Sirius said, exchanging winks with the Harry look alike. "What's your excuse?"
"Er. Astra. Draco. Talk. NOW." She said loudly, getting up and pulled Astra and Draco off these people, and pulled them over to her. "I.. their.. Astra, their the Marauders! That's James Potter!" She hissed through her teeth.
"No, you just figured that one out Sherlock?" Astra rolled her eyes. "Something's happened.. we must me dreaming." Cleo pinched her arm. "Ow!" "In dreams you can't get hurt. This'll sound crazy, but I think we went back in time. They can't have come forward in time, because Sirius said I appeared on HIS lap. I think.. I think that potion went wrong. Are you sure it was a TRUTH potion?"
"I.. er... think so."
"ASTRA!!!" Both Cleo and Draco yelled together, glaring at the third person. "What are we going to do?" Draco whimpered.
"Can we have an explanation, please?" James asked, blinking and ran a hand through his hair out of habit.
"I don't know. Can you?" Cleo asked, eyeing him cautiously. The Marauders were known for being cool, witty, egotistic, and pranksters. So she had to be careful.
"Cleo! This is no time to be sarcastic." Astra snapped, her hand resting on her hip. "Now explain, or I will."
"What am I supposed to say? Oh, I'm Cleo! Were from the future! Does that say sanity to you?" She asked.
" You never were sane." Malfoy mumbled under his breath. "Well, one of these idiots must have messed up a potion, sending us back in time." The Marauders stared at him like he was crazy. "If I am going insane, IT'S THEIR FAULT!!!" He shouted, pointing at Cleo and Astra, who looked at each other. Sirius snorted.
"All right, this joke has gone far enough. Who are you?"
"I'm Cleo Sombra, Gryffindor fifth year, beater. Astra Taylor is in Gryffindor. And Draco Malfoy is the Slytherin seeker." Cleo said, looking serious.
"Fifth year? We know all the fifth years, especially in Gryffindor. Maybe they DID come back in time." Remus said, shrugging.
"Oh come on, that is totally crazy. How could they go back in time? It's like, impossible. Come on Moony, you know that." Sirius said defensively.
"It's NOT impossible for one thing. What about time turners? Huh? Explain THAT. If we have spells and potions, why can't we go back in time, too?" Cleo shot at him. "I'll prove it." She said, Astra blinked at her. "For one thing, Sirius is Padfoot, James is Prongs, Remus is Moony, and Peter is Wormtail." She motioned to the smallest and chubbiest of the boys, who let out a squeak and edged closer to James as if Cleo would attack.
"Moony, is a werewolf, you all became unregistered animagi because of that. There's the Marauder's Map, which you can see where people are at all times, James owns an invisibility cloak, and I know that-" Cleo ranted in one breath.
"All right, all right. I GET THE PICTURE!" Sirius snapped, a bit pale from her spilling so much information in one sitting.
"Yeah..." Cleo nodded vaguely. "Now do you believe us? Or shall I list some of your best known pranks and all your other secrets I haven't listed yet?" She asked sweetly as possible, but her eyes flickered challengingly. Sirius' matched the same glare. Astra looked between them and cleared her throat very loudly.
"The question is, what are we going to do?" She asked. "And I'm surprised we haven't broken down in panic yet.." Well, she could say that for herself and Cleo, but Draco was very pale, sitting in a corner.
"Why don't two of you go to Dumbledore's? He knows everything. Padfoot, you head out with Miss Sombra over here, we'll handle these two." James said, motioning to the other two.
Cleo nodded, as did Sirius. As she walked out the door, she spoke, "Bye Astra, later Ferret boy!" Cleo waved at hand and snorted as she walked down the hall. She was surprised she hadn't been breaking down yet.
For awhile, the two of them walked down the halls in silence. Cleo then spotted Lucius Malfoy as a teenager walking away from Severus Snape, who also looked younger. Cleo pulled out her wand and looked away, as she shot a small spell at Snape, who's Potions book flew out of it's bag and began to snap at his heels as he ran down the hall. She chuckled under her breath, and Sirius watched her out of the corner of his eye.
"Nice." Was the one word he said. He wasn't going to give any credit right away to anyone besides his friends. Cleo smirked slightly, and looked over in a corner. A young Sybil Trewlawney was talking to a few kids, who seemed to agree with her. Cleo chuckled, Treelawney looked just the same, only a slight bit shorter, smaller glasses, and less wrinkles.
"So what's it like in 'the future?'" Sirius asked, emphasizing 'the future.' part.
"Oh.. nothing. Dumbledore's headmaster, Mcgonagall is the Transfiguration teacher, and Snape is the Potions master."
"SNAPE? The POTIONS master? Are you serious?" He asked, eyeing her up and down.
"No, I am Cleo. YOU are Sirius." She said and snorted at her pathetic joke and play on words. He simply rolled his eyes. "Not only that, but he'd Head of the Slytherin house, totally favors it." She muttered with a slight tone of bitterness. "He really wants Defense Against the Dark Arts though. No one knows why and no one knows why he doesn't get it." She said, but figured to herself that it was because he used to be a death eater.
"How funny, he is obsessed with Dark Arts. Always in the library, his nose in a book, usually something evil." Sirius said, as they walked down the halls and up staircases. "He and Lucy are always hanging around the library, always checking out books on the Dark Arts and power. You would think their up to something." Sirius said. Cleo nodded.
Finally they reached their destination, standing infront of the Goyle to Dumbledore's tower. Cleo slapped her head, remembering she didn't know this year's password.
"I knew we forgot something..." she muttered, rather to herself then to Sirius. Now they'd probably never get in! "Well, he usually has candy as passwords." Sirius suggested shrugging his shoulders and thought for a moment. "Chocolate frogs." Cleo tried. "Pumpkin Pastries." "Sugar Quill." "Bertie Botts Beans." "Lemon Drop."
"Lemon Drop?" Sirius asked her curiously confused, an odd expression hung on his face, not knowing much about muggle candy.
"Nevermind." Cleo muttered, and opened her mouth to say another candy, when the Goyle opened, and out climbed the Headmaster.
"The password is Moonstone. If I kept using candies, someone could keep guessing until they got it right. Now then, is there something wrong? Oh, and who are you, Miss...?" Dumbledore faded off to let her finish.
"Miss Sombra. There's a little problem..." She said, and Dumbledore motioned inside his office, which they climbed in and up the stairs, sitting on chairs. As Dumbledore got to his seat, Cleo looked at the leg of the chair she was sitting in.
"Gee, when was the last time you changed these chairs? I sat in this very chair last week." She said, looking at it. "I know it's the same one, I remember the bite marks." She said, blinking a few times. Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"Can you explain to me, in detail, what happened? And why I don't recognize you. I may be old, but I've got the memory of an elephant. Oh, that was a bad mental image for Cleo.
Cleo nodded and began to explain, from the moment she awoke, to where they were now. Of course, she left out the finer details of why, exactly, they were making a truth potion. When she was done ranting, Dumbledore nodded and stood up, going over to a book case. He pulled out one after searching for a minute, and flipped to a page near the middle, and read it for a moment. He nodded grimly and sat back down in his chair.
"I have read, not seen, four cases of this exact case. It was a time potion you made, not a truth potion. Either your friend, you said Astra, wrote down the wrong ingredients, or you made many, many mistakes in your potion. I won't ask how you could have gotten the ingredients for a time potion, as it's very, very dangerous." Dumbledore said.
Cleo gulped, and gripped her fingers.
"The effects of the potion take a very long time to wear off. Let's see, if you got here half an hour ago.." Dumbledore looked at his moon watch thing. "Then you will be hear for exactly 365 days, twenty-three hours and thirty minutes. After that, you will be brought back to your original time. However, if one of you were to die, you wouldn't go back at all. The spell, or potion, would be broken, leaving you stuck in this time, and you would have to continue on through this age till your present time and on." Dumbledore said. Cleo gasped.
"What about our friends, family? What's going to happen? They'll notice if were gone for a year!" She said loudly.
"They will go on, and you won't be a part of the world. You never were right now. When you go back, the time will go back, everyone will be restored to their original ways, and it will seem like nothing ever happened."
"Well, what if one of us died?" She gulped slightly. "What would happen to the present time?" She asked.
"That would be the future.. Which won't exist. It's hard to explain, really. You will just live and grow up in this time, into your 'present time' and through."
"But- But that's not fair!" Cleo sputtered, staring wide eyed and scared at him.
"Life isn't always fair, Miss Sombra. Life isn't always fair." He repeated, leaning back in his chair. "For safety, all of you will be in the same house. You can stay in Gryffindor, and I'm sure Mr. Black and his friends would be honored to show you around." Dumbledore said, smiling expectedly at Sirius. Sirius nodded and Dumbledore continued. "You three can head to Diagon Alley to buy supplies, other than books. I think the teachers have some extras. I'll give you some money to use, and you, Miss Sombra, will be in charge of it. Use it wisely though. I'll give you five days to settle in, then you MUST attend classes, either then or before." Cleo nodded, and sighed, taking the satchel of money, and a list of items from Dumbledore. "Okay.." She whispered, slightly shaken up. She wanted to go home. Real bad. She'd miss her mum and dad, and friends..
"Well, I'll show you the way out then, all right?" Dumbledore suggested, climbing up from his seat, and the others followed him, Cleo brought up the rear as they walked down the stairs, she was busy thinking.
The Goyle opened and they stepped outside. Dumbledore was about to bid them a good bye, when a small, stout ghost in a fancy, gold and red checkered suit came up to them. His suit looked like one of those comedians suits. And not to mention, he had an overly large joker's hat that sat on the side of his head, with over a hundred pom poms.
"Hello there, my wee little students and big headship!" The ghost boomed happily, in a high pitched, nasal twang.
"Err.. sir, who is he?" Sirius asked, edging slightly away from the odd looking ghost. The ghost grinned widely at him.
"Well they call me Johnny the Joker. Or is that Johnny, the joke? Now then I can't remember." Johnny acted, scratching his head. "Wait, I am Johnny, A joker. Or is it Johnny, the one who makes jokes about John? Or do I joke about Johnny? Does this mean I make fun of myself? Or am I Johnny who-"
"JONATHAN, that's quite ENOUGH." Dumbledore spoke the first and last word with an accent. "Jonathan, a sub poltergeist, will be staying at Hogwarts for awhile. So please make him feel, he, at home and ease." Cleo could have sworn he was smiling, ever so slightly.
"Well then, I think you'd better get running along now. Please don't pull anything on them, Mr. Black." Dumbledore smiled and shooed them on.
"What's a.. sub poltergeist?" Cleo asked, as they walked down the hall. She read a lot about ghosts, never a sub poltergeist.
"Their really rare, getting thinner in numbers as time goes on. Their a bit like poltergeists. Take Peeves for example, likes to play jokes on us, and some of them can be harmful. Sub poltergeists just like to crack lame jokes, and pull silly pranks. But nothing that's destructive."
Cleo nodded and listened as they walked down the hall, and came back into the class room, to share what happened. Astra and Draco asked some questions, and for a while, there was an odd silence. Cleo knew it would be pretty hard to adjust, so for awhile they just talked mildly, getting used to these new people. It was best to take it slowly.
Finally, they decided to go back to the common room.
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Chapter 1. The Marauders.
"Er.." She heard an unfamiliar voice say. Her eyes were shut, and she was sitting on something soft and lumpy. She opened her eyes and looked around. Everything looked different. The classroom wasn't as dusty, there was writing on the board, and papers and books scattered around. The classroom seemed to be in use.
Astra was on top of someone, and so was Draco on someone else, though she didn't know who. A boy who liked like Harry, though slightly different, sat facing them, with a very confused expression on his face.
Cleo looked down at who or what she was sitting on. It was a young man, around her age, fifteen. He had long, black hair, that just skimmed his shoulders, and deep black eyes. He looked a bit familiar, she couldn't remember where she saw his face. He blinked at her as she blinked at him. She shifted her weight slightly.
"Who are you?" Cleo asked, staring at him.
"I could ask you the same thing." He said smoothly, running a hand through his hair, then stuck it out. "Sirius Black, at your service." Cleo nearly fell off his lap, at the startle of his name. She knew about Sirius Black, the wanted man. Sirius Black, Harry's godfather. She tries to remain calm and took a small breath, shaking his hand. "I'd be Cleo Sombra. What are you doing here?"
"Once again, I could ask you the same thing." Sirius smirked, looking at her. "Well I was sitting here, talking with my three friends, when out of no where there's a pretty girl sitting on my lap." Sirius said, exchanging winks with the Harry look alike. "What's your excuse?"
"Er. Astra. Draco. Talk. NOW." She said loudly, getting up and pulled Astra and Draco off these people, and pulled them over to her. "I.. their.. Astra, their the Marauders! That's James Potter!" She hissed through her teeth.
"No, you just figured that one out Sherlock?" Astra rolled her eyes. "Something's happened.. we must me dreaming." Cleo pinched her arm. "Ow!" "In dreams you can't get hurt. This'll sound crazy, but I think we went back in time. They can't have come forward in time, because Sirius said I appeared on HIS lap. I think.. I think that potion went wrong. Are you sure it was a TRUTH potion?"
"I.. er... think so."
"ASTRA!!!" Both Cleo and Draco yelled together, glaring at the third person. "What are we going to do?" Draco whimpered.
"Can we have an explanation, please?" James asked, blinking and ran a hand through his hair out of habit.
"I don't know. Can you?" Cleo asked, eyeing him cautiously. The Marauders were known for being cool, witty, egotistic, and pranksters. So she had to be careful.
"Cleo! This is no time to be sarcastic." Astra snapped, her hand resting on her hip. "Now explain, or I will."
"What am I supposed to say? Oh, I'm Cleo! Were from the future! Does that say sanity to you?" She asked.
" You never were sane." Malfoy mumbled under his breath. "Well, one of these idiots must have messed up a potion, sending us back in time." The Marauders stared at him like he was crazy. "If I am going insane, IT'S THEIR FAULT!!!" He shouted, pointing at Cleo and Astra, who looked at each other. Sirius snorted.
"All right, this joke has gone far enough. Who are you?"
"I'm Cleo Sombra, Gryffindor fifth year, beater. Astra Taylor is in Gryffindor. And Draco Malfoy is the Slytherin seeker." Cleo said, looking serious.
"Fifth year? We know all the fifth years, especially in Gryffindor. Maybe they DID come back in time." Remus said, shrugging.
"Oh come on, that is totally crazy. How could they go back in time? It's like, impossible. Come on Moony, you know that." Sirius said defensively.
"It's NOT impossible for one thing. What about time turners? Huh? Explain THAT. If we have spells and potions, why can't we go back in time, too?" Cleo shot at him. "I'll prove it." She said, Astra blinked at her. "For one thing, Sirius is Padfoot, James is Prongs, Remus is Moony, and Peter is Wormtail." She motioned to the smallest and chubbiest of the boys, who let out a squeak and edged closer to James as if Cleo would attack.
"Moony, is a werewolf, you all became unregistered animagi because of that. There's the Marauder's Map, which you can see where people are at all times, James owns an invisibility cloak, and I know that-" Cleo ranted in one breath.
"All right, all right. I GET THE PICTURE!" Sirius snapped, a bit pale from her spilling so much information in one sitting.
"Yeah..." Cleo nodded vaguely. "Now do you believe us? Or shall I list some of your best known pranks and all your other secrets I haven't listed yet?" She asked sweetly as possible, but her eyes flickered challengingly. Sirius' matched the same glare. Astra looked between them and cleared her throat very loudly.
"The question is, what are we going to do?" She asked. "And I'm surprised we haven't broken down in panic yet.." Well, she could say that for herself and Cleo, but Draco was very pale, sitting in a corner.
"Why don't two of you go to Dumbledore's? He knows everything. Padfoot, you head out with Miss Sombra over here, we'll handle these two." James said, motioning to the other two.
Cleo nodded, as did Sirius. As she walked out the door, she spoke, "Bye Astra, later Ferret boy!" Cleo waved at hand and snorted as she walked down the hall. She was surprised she hadn't been breaking down yet.
For awhile, the two of them walked down the halls in silence. Cleo then spotted Lucius Malfoy as a teenager walking away from Severus Snape, who also looked younger. Cleo pulled out her wand and looked away, as she shot a small spell at Snape, who's Potions book flew out of it's bag and began to snap at his heels as he ran down the hall. She chuckled under her breath, and Sirius watched her out of the corner of his eye.
"Nice." Was the one word he said. He wasn't going to give any credit right away to anyone besides his friends. Cleo smirked slightly, and looked over in a corner. A young Sybil Trewlawney was talking to a few kids, who seemed to agree with her. Cleo chuckled, Treelawney looked just the same, only a slight bit shorter, smaller glasses, and less wrinkles.
"So what's it like in 'the future?'" Sirius asked, emphasizing 'the future.' part.
"Oh.. nothing. Dumbledore's headmaster, Mcgonagall is the Transfiguration teacher, and Snape is the Potions master."
"SNAPE? The POTIONS master? Are you serious?" He asked, eyeing her up and down.
"No, I am Cleo. YOU are Sirius." She said and snorted at her pathetic joke and play on words. He simply rolled his eyes. "Not only that, but he'd Head of the Slytherin house, totally favors it." She muttered with a slight tone of bitterness. "He really wants Defense Against the Dark Arts though. No one knows why and no one knows why he doesn't get it." She said, but figured to herself that it was because he used to be a death eater.
"How funny, he is obsessed with Dark Arts. Always in the library, his nose in a book, usually something evil." Sirius said, as they walked down the halls and up staircases. "He and Lucy are always hanging around the library, always checking out books on the Dark Arts and power. You would think their up to something." Sirius said. Cleo nodded.
Finally they reached their destination, standing infront of the Goyle to Dumbledore's tower. Cleo slapped her head, remembering she didn't know this year's password.
"I knew we forgot something..." she muttered, rather to herself then to Sirius. Now they'd probably never get in! "Well, he usually has candy as passwords." Sirius suggested shrugging his shoulders and thought for a moment. "Chocolate frogs." Cleo tried. "Pumpkin Pastries." "Sugar Quill." "Bertie Botts Beans." "Lemon Drop."
"Lemon Drop?" Sirius asked her curiously confused, an odd expression hung on his face, not knowing much about muggle candy.
"Nevermind." Cleo muttered, and opened her mouth to say another candy, when the Goyle opened, and out climbed the Headmaster.
"The password is Moonstone. If I kept using candies, someone could keep guessing until they got it right. Now then, is there something wrong? Oh, and who are you, Miss...?" Dumbledore faded off to let her finish.
"Miss Sombra. There's a little problem..." She said, and Dumbledore motioned inside his office, which they climbed in and up the stairs, sitting on chairs. As Dumbledore got to his seat, Cleo looked at the leg of the chair she was sitting in.
"Gee, when was the last time you changed these chairs? I sat in this very chair last week." She said, looking at it. "I know it's the same one, I remember the bite marks." She said, blinking a few times. Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"Can you explain to me, in detail, what happened? And why I don't recognize you. I may be old, but I've got the memory of an elephant. Oh, that was a bad mental image for Cleo.
Cleo nodded and began to explain, from the moment she awoke, to where they were now. Of course, she left out the finer details of why, exactly, they were making a truth potion. When she was done ranting, Dumbledore nodded and stood up, going over to a book case. He pulled out one after searching for a minute, and flipped to a page near the middle, and read it for a moment. He nodded grimly and sat back down in his chair.
"I have read, not seen, four cases of this exact case. It was a time potion you made, not a truth potion. Either your friend, you said Astra, wrote down the wrong ingredients, or you made many, many mistakes in your potion. I won't ask how you could have gotten the ingredients for a time potion, as it's very, very dangerous." Dumbledore said.
Cleo gulped, and gripped her fingers.
"The effects of the potion take a very long time to wear off. Let's see, if you got here half an hour ago.." Dumbledore looked at his moon watch thing. "Then you will be hear for exactly 365 days, twenty-three hours and thirty minutes. After that, you will be brought back to your original time. However, if one of you were to die, you wouldn't go back at all. The spell, or potion, would be broken, leaving you stuck in this time, and you would have to continue on through this age till your present time and on." Dumbledore said. Cleo gasped.
"What about our friends, family? What's going to happen? They'll notice if were gone for a year!" She said loudly.
"They will go on, and you won't be a part of the world. You never were right now. When you go back, the time will go back, everyone will be restored to their original ways, and it will seem like nothing ever happened."
"Well, what if one of us died?" She gulped slightly. "What would happen to the present time?" She asked.
"That would be the future.. Which won't exist. It's hard to explain, really. You will just live and grow up in this time, into your 'present time' and through."
"But- But that's not fair!" Cleo sputtered, staring wide eyed and scared at him.
"Life isn't always fair, Miss Sombra. Life isn't always fair." He repeated, leaning back in his chair. "For safety, all of you will be in the same house. You can stay in Gryffindor, and I'm sure Mr. Black and his friends would be honored to show you around." Dumbledore said, smiling expectedly at Sirius. Sirius nodded and Dumbledore continued. "You three can head to Diagon Alley to buy supplies, other than books. I think the teachers have some extras. I'll give you some money to use, and you, Miss Sombra, will be in charge of it. Use it wisely though. I'll give you five days to settle in, then you MUST attend classes, either then or before." Cleo nodded, and sighed, taking the satchel of money, and a list of items from Dumbledore. "Okay.." She whispered, slightly shaken up. She wanted to go home. Real bad. She'd miss her mum and dad, and friends..
"Well, I'll show you the way out then, all right?" Dumbledore suggested, climbing up from his seat, and the others followed him, Cleo brought up the rear as they walked down the stairs, she was busy thinking.
The Goyle opened and they stepped outside. Dumbledore was about to bid them a good bye, when a small, stout ghost in a fancy, gold and red checkered suit came up to them. His suit looked like one of those comedians suits. And not to mention, he had an overly large joker's hat that sat on the side of his head, with over a hundred pom poms.
"Hello there, my wee little students and big headship!" The ghost boomed happily, in a high pitched, nasal twang.
"Err.. sir, who is he?" Sirius asked, edging slightly away from the odd looking ghost. The ghost grinned widely at him.
"Well they call me Johnny the Joker. Or is that Johnny, the joke? Now then I can't remember." Johnny acted, scratching his head. "Wait, I am Johnny, A joker. Or is it Johnny, the one who makes jokes about John? Or do I joke about Johnny? Does this mean I make fun of myself? Or am I Johnny who-"
"JONATHAN, that's quite ENOUGH." Dumbledore spoke the first and last word with an accent. "Jonathan, a sub poltergeist, will be staying at Hogwarts for awhile. So please make him feel, he, at home and ease." Cleo could have sworn he was smiling, ever so slightly.
"Well then, I think you'd better get running along now. Please don't pull anything on them, Mr. Black." Dumbledore smiled and shooed them on.
"What's a.. sub poltergeist?" Cleo asked, as they walked down the hall. She read a lot about ghosts, never a sub poltergeist.
"Their really rare, getting thinner in numbers as time goes on. Their a bit like poltergeists. Take Peeves for example, likes to play jokes on us, and some of them can be harmful. Sub poltergeists just like to crack lame jokes, and pull silly pranks. But nothing that's destructive."
Cleo nodded and listened as they walked down the hall, and came back into the class room, to share what happened. Astra and Draco asked some questions, and for a while, there was an odd silence. Cleo knew it would be pretty hard to adjust, so for awhile they just talked mildly, getting used to these new people. It was best to take it slowly.
Finally, they decided to go back to the common room.
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