*~Hey! Thank you all for reading my story, and if the paragraph thing is
bugging you then I'm sorry, I'm not a paragraph kind of gal.~*
After one week in the castle, Kylie still didn't know her way around. There were those
moving staircases, walls that pretended to be doors, Filch and Mrs. Norris, but worst of
all was Peeves. On her first day, Kylie and Ron were heading towards Transfiguration
when the poltergeist popped out of the suit of armor next to them, drenched them in ink,
and then covered them in strips of paper. The end result was two very angry people who
looked like deformed chickens and a mean little man floating above them, hooting with
laughter. Kylie had also received a shock on her first day when the post arrived. A
hundred owls or more suddenly swooped in from above, causing her to scream and knock
the milk jug all over Harry. But when it came to the actual classes, Kylie was the second
best in all her classes, (Hermione was the first). But one day in mid- September, Kylie had
started to dearly miss soccer. It was then as Kylie heard of Dean's attachment to the West
Ham soccer team, and Dean heard of Kylie's attachment to the Manchester United soccer
team, they decided to play together. One Sunday afternoon, Kylie, Dean and Ron made
their way down to the Quidditch pitch. Ron had insisted on coming to see what Dean had
been blabbing about for the past five years. As Ron made his way into the stands, Kylie
conjured a couple of soccer balls and Dean created two soccer goals at both ends of the
pitch. They then began a juggling contest, hitting the ball off of their thighs, feet,
shoulders, head; anything that wasn't their hands or arms. Dean ended up going longer,
topping Kylie's 153 with his 167. They both noticed Ron gaping at them. Dean chuckled,
after Ron saying that soccer was boring so many times, Kylie thought it must have been
great to see him in awe like that. Kylie kicked one of the balls out of bounds and they
began a game of one-on-one. Kylie dribbled the ball down to the end of the field, Dean
hot on her heels. She chipped the ball from the corner, and, using her 'banana kick', bent
it into the goal. Dean retrieved it and started down the field. Kylie caught up to him and
blocked him. Dean quickly maneuvered around her with a few well timed moves and the
game went on and on. After the both of them were lying on the grass, panting, Ron came
down from the stands, his mouth open. "Is *that* how the professionals play?" he asked.
"Oh; of course not. They're much better then us," Dean replied as his lungs began to
recover. A distant, low rumble told them that their time outside was up. "Let's go back
inside before we get drenched and electrocuted," Kylie said glumly. They trudged up to
the castle and closed the door just in time. They looked out the window as brilliant
lightening bolts lit up the sky and hailstones pounded the windows unrelentingly. Kylie
sighed. She had been looking forward to spending the day outside. Now it was sure that
Hermione would herd them all up to the library to study. "What are you three doing
here?" a stern voice asked. Professor McGonagall was striding towards them, her arms
full of books. "We just came back from outside professor. Me and Kylie were playing
football," Dean replied innocently. McGonagall's eyes narrowed. "Football? Isn't that a
Muggle sport?" she asked. "Well, you see Professor. In America it's a wizard sport, so I
used to play, and Dean's Muggleborn, so he used to play. And we both started to miss it,
so we decided we would go and play a little. It isn't against the rules, is it?" Kylie
squeaked. Professor McGonagall always seemed to intimidate her; it was rare that she
could even find her voice when speaking to her. Ron looked pleadingly up at
McGonagall; it didn't seem to work because she glared down at him and scowled, "Well,
even though I disapprove of your behavior, there is nothing I can do to prevent you from
doing it. Good day." She stalked off, her lips the thinnest of lines. Ron breathed a sigh of
relief. "Phew! I thought she was going to take points off! I wouldn't try that stunt again,
you two." "Oh, yes. Because it was *so* dangerous," Dean spat. He seemed angry at
McGonagall's reaction. Kylie thought it must be hard for Dean. He could only play
soccer for two months out of the year, and now that he finally got the opportunity,
McGonagall disapproved, and you should never argue with McGonagall. Ron's eyes
suddenly lit up. "Follow me!" he squealed, "I know where you can play soccer!" he then
shot up the marble staircase, followed by his bewildered friends. When they finally
stopped sprinting and Kylie had collapsed, clutching her side and gasping, Ron was
pacing back and forth. Suddenly, a door appeared, and he opened it eagerly. Kylie and
Dean followed him in, completely bewildered. Kylie gasped and the sound echoed
around the room. They were standing on the sideline of a full size soccer field. The grass
was perfectly trimmed, there was a plump bag full of supplies on their left, and a net bag
full of new soccer balls on their right. It seemed as though the ceiling of this room was
bewitched also because sunlight was pouring inside and you could hear a bird chirping in
the distance. "Ron, how did you know about this place?" Dean asked. "It's called the
Room of Requirement," Ron said, positively spitting with excitement, "it's a magic room.
What you do is go to this stretch of bare wall, walk past three times, concentrating on
what you need at the moment. Then the door appears and whatever you need is in the
room. Nobody knows about it but us, Harry, and Hermione. I can't believe I didn't think
of it before!" "But, surely Dumbledore knows about this room?" Kylie asked curiously.
"No, that's the beauty of it. *Nobody* knows about it but us!" Ron replied. "Well, we
don't need it now, so let's head back to the common room, I have to finish that potions
essay," Dean said bitterly. He was clearly not looking forward to his essay. So they
stepped out of the fabulous room, closed the door (which changed back into a wall), and
trudged up to Gryffindor tower. "Password?" the Fat Lady asked as they approached her
painting. "Pixie dust," Kylie said briskly. It was always a thrill to give the password and
watch the painting swing forward. When Kylie clambered through the portrait hole, she
thought something was different about the common room. It wasn't the furniture, it
wasn't the light, people were talking and chatting as usual, and the notice board was
covered in parchment, but there was definitely something wrong. "Is something different
in here, or is it just me?" Kylie asked Ron as he scampered in after her. He looked around
and scratched his head. "You know, there is something weird about the common room. I
can't put my finger on it, but something's not right," he replied in a confused voice. Kylie
realized what was wrong, and, horrified, let loose a blood-curdling scream.
*~Oh my! Another cliff-hanger! And you thought I'd give up on them, mwahaha, never! Chapter four coming soon!~*
After one week in the castle, Kylie still didn't know her way around. There were those
moving staircases, walls that pretended to be doors, Filch and Mrs. Norris, but worst of
all was Peeves. On her first day, Kylie and Ron were heading towards Transfiguration
when the poltergeist popped out of the suit of armor next to them, drenched them in ink,
and then covered them in strips of paper. The end result was two very angry people who
looked like deformed chickens and a mean little man floating above them, hooting with
laughter. Kylie had also received a shock on her first day when the post arrived. A
hundred owls or more suddenly swooped in from above, causing her to scream and knock
the milk jug all over Harry. But when it came to the actual classes, Kylie was the second
best in all her classes, (Hermione was the first). But one day in mid- September, Kylie had
started to dearly miss soccer. It was then as Kylie heard of Dean's attachment to the West
Ham soccer team, and Dean heard of Kylie's attachment to the Manchester United soccer
team, they decided to play together. One Sunday afternoon, Kylie, Dean and Ron made
their way down to the Quidditch pitch. Ron had insisted on coming to see what Dean had
been blabbing about for the past five years. As Ron made his way into the stands, Kylie
conjured a couple of soccer balls and Dean created two soccer goals at both ends of the
pitch. They then began a juggling contest, hitting the ball off of their thighs, feet,
shoulders, head; anything that wasn't their hands or arms. Dean ended up going longer,
topping Kylie's 153 with his 167. They both noticed Ron gaping at them. Dean chuckled,
after Ron saying that soccer was boring so many times, Kylie thought it must have been
great to see him in awe like that. Kylie kicked one of the balls out of bounds and they
began a game of one-on-one. Kylie dribbled the ball down to the end of the field, Dean
hot on her heels. She chipped the ball from the corner, and, using her 'banana kick', bent
it into the goal. Dean retrieved it and started down the field. Kylie caught up to him and
blocked him. Dean quickly maneuvered around her with a few well timed moves and the
game went on and on. After the both of them were lying on the grass, panting, Ron came
down from the stands, his mouth open. "Is *that* how the professionals play?" he asked.
"Oh; of course not. They're much better then us," Dean replied as his lungs began to
recover. A distant, low rumble told them that their time outside was up. "Let's go back
inside before we get drenched and electrocuted," Kylie said glumly. They trudged up to
the castle and closed the door just in time. They looked out the window as brilliant
lightening bolts lit up the sky and hailstones pounded the windows unrelentingly. Kylie
sighed. She had been looking forward to spending the day outside. Now it was sure that
Hermione would herd them all up to the library to study. "What are you three doing
here?" a stern voice asked. Professor McGonagall was striding towards them, her arms
full of books. "We just came back from outside professor. Me and Kylie were playing
football," Dean replied innocently. McGonagall's eyes narrowed. "Football? Isn't that a
Muggle sport?" she asked. "Well, you see Professor. In America it's a wizard sport, so I
used to play, and Dean's Muggleborn, so he used to play. And we both started to miss it,
so we decided we would go and play a little. It isn't against the rules, is it?" Kylie
squeaked. Professor McGonagall always seemed to intimidate her; it was rare that she
could even find her voice when speaking to her. Ron looked pleadingly up at
McGonagall; it didn't seem to work because she glared down at him and scowled, "Well,
even though I disapprove of your behavior, there is nothing I can do to prevent you from
doing it. Good day." She stalked off, her lips the thinnest of lines. Ron breathed a sigh of
relief. "Phew! I thought she was going to take points off! I wouldn't try that stunt again,
you two." "Oh, yes. Because it was *so* dangerous," Dean spat. He seemed angry at
McGonagall's reaction. Kylie thought it must be hard for Dean. He could only play
soccer for two months out of the year, and now that he finally got the opportunity,
McGonagall disapproved, and you should never argue with McGonagall. Ron's eyes
suddenly lit up. "Follow me!" he squealed, "I know where you can play soccer!" he then
shot up the marble staircase, followed by his bewildered friends. When they finally
stopped sprinting and Kylie had collapsed, clutching her side and gasping, Ron was
pacing back and forth. Suddenly, a door appeared, and he opened it eagerly. Kylie and
Dean followed him in, completely bewildered. Kylie gasped and the sound echoed
around the room. They were standing on the sideline of a full size soccer field. The grass
was perfectly trimmed, there was a plump bag full of supplies on their left, and a net bag
full of new soccer balls on their right. It seemed as though the ceiling of this room was
bewitched also because sunlight was pouring inside and you could hear a bird chirping in
the distance. "Ron, how did you know about this place?" Dean asked. "It's called the
Room of Requirement," Ron said, positively spitting with excitement, "it's a magic room.
What you do is go to this stretch of bare wall, walk past three times, concentrating on
what you need at the moment. Then the door appears and whatever you need is in the
room. Nobody knows about it but us, Harry, and Hermione. I can't believe I didn't think
of it before!" "But, surely Dumbledore knows about this room?" Kylie asked curiously.
"No, that's the beauty of it. *Nobody* knows about it but us!" Ron replied. "Well, we
don't need it now, so let's head back to the common room, I have to finish that potions
essay," Dean said bitterly. He was clearly not looking forward to his essay. So they
stepped out of the fabulous room, closed the door (which changed back into a wall), and
trudged up to Gryffindor tower. "Password?" the Fat Lady asked as they approached her
painting. "Pixie dust," Kylie said briskly. It was always a thrill to give the password and
watch the painting swing forward. When Kylie clambered through the portrait hole, she
thought something was different about the common room. It wasn't the furniture, it
wasn't the light, people were talking and chatting as usual, and the notice board was
covered in parchment, but there was definitely something wrong. "Is something different
in here, or is it just me?" Kylie asked Ron as he scampered in after her. He looked around
and scratched his head. "You know, there is something weird about the common room. I
can't put my finger on it, but something's not right," he replied in a confused voice. Kylie
realized what was wrong, and, horrified, let loose a blood-curdling scream.
*~Oh my! Another cliff-hanger! And you thought I'd give up on them, mwahaha, never! Chapter four coming soon!~*