"Well, are you sure you didn't?" Neville asked.
"YES!"
"Are you sure that you didn't sleep with my wife too? Huh?"
"What wife?"
"THE ONLY WIFE I HAVE!"
"You don't have a wife!"
"EVERYBODY! SHUT UP!"Claire yelled. "We have to figure this out. Something is going terribly
wrong here, and I don't know what it is. We need to get this together before one of you turns
into a mass murderer or something."
"Izny inam izna chiznil izof thiznah hiz. Iznand chiznildren iznof thiznah hiz diznon't
belizneve iznin vizniolence."
Ron looked at Claire, obviously asking what it was that Hermione had said.
"She is a child of the house, and she doesn't believe in violence."
"Oh. I knew that." Claire rolled her eyes at him, and turned to Leanna.
"What are we going to do?"
"I really don't know. I'm scared to find out what they will turn into next."
"Where is Faith?" Stephanie said from the confines of her own little chair.
"Who?"
"Faith! What did you do with her?!" As she said this, her eyes started to get dark, and her arms
raised, ready to cast any spell that came to her.
"Oh! Faith! Right, um, she's, um, getting a manicure across town. Right. That's where she is."
Stephanie's eyes cleared up, and she lowered her arms. "Ok then!" Everybody looked around,
clearly afraid of what would have happened if Stephanie had gone though with her plans.
Ron grabbed Neville by the arm. "I'm going to take him into the game room. He'll probably be safer
there."
"Oh! A game room! Does it have games?" Asked Stephanie. "No matter. Hey, wait for me!" She said as
she bolted after Ron and Neville.
"IznI'm slizneepy. iznI thiznink iznI'm giznonna gizno tizno bizned. Pizneace yizno!" Hermione
said as she flashed the peace sign and walked off to her four-poster. Claire looked at Leanna.
"I'm just gonna go for a walk. This is too weird." She walked out the door. The only 3 left were
Leanna, Draco, and Harry. Harry didn't really count as a person at that time, cause he was
looking into space, dumbfounded.
"So, what do you think?" Leanna asked Draco.
"I really don't know. I'm still not over that wife thing."
"Neville better be wrong, or you'll be in pain. You know that, right?" She said menacingly.
Claire was wandering through the halls, trying to figure out what was going on. Would they ever
be able to get Stephanie back? Or Harry? Hermione and Neville were already lost causes, so she
wasn't worried about that. Then it hit her. If she gave them a taste of their own medicine, then
maybe they would be turned back to normal. Not just a little bit, but a lot. She turned around,
and ran back to the house. It was worth a shot.
Draco had retired to the couch, and Leanna was on the computer checking her email. Not that she
ever got any from anybody other than Claire and Stephanie anyway. Claire came bursting in through
the door, and yelled "I GOT IT!". They turned to face her, hoping that she hadn't gone insane
too.
"Listen. If we bend to their liking, then they won't be able to freak us out anymore. They, or
whatever is controlling them, will think that we have clearly gone insane to. Then it won't be
fun anymore. I don't know if it will work, but it's worth a shot." Draco just turned back to the
TV. Leanna was catching on.
"So, what your saying is, if we act like their 'counterparts', then they will have no choice but
to be normal again?"
"Yeah! Like, ok, you know how Harry thinks that Draco slept with him? Well, if Draco can, um,
fulfill that fantasy, then it should all go back."
"Wait just a minute! Draco is not going to sleep with Harry!"
"No, no, no! I mean, if Draco 'confesses' to Harry, then it should be fixed."
"And if one of us pretend to be Neville's wife, and we only talk to Hermione in spizneak, and
Stephanie, um, what do we do with her?"
"Well, I was thinking that one of us could pretend to be one of her friends from where she comes
from."
"Like who?"
"I dunno. Someone she loves. Maybe Xander."
"No, that's not strong enough."
"Well, you know all about that stuff. You tell me."
"Oz!"
"Leanna, this is no time for a movie!"
"No, Oz!" Claire gave a befuddled look. "Her only boyfriend. She turned, um, well, how she is now,
after he left her. I think it might work. If all else fails, then we can try Xander."
"It's worth a try."
"Now all we have to do is convince Draco to say that he slept with Harry." They walked toward the
couch, determined. Draco had idea what was coming.
"YES!"
"Are you sure that you didn't sleep with my wife too? Huh?"
"What wife?"
"THE ONLY WIFE I HAVE!"
"You don't have a wife!"
"EVERYBODY! SHUT UP!"Claire yelled. "We have to figure this out. Something is going terribly
wrong here, and I don't know what it is. We need to get this together before one of you turns
into a mass murderer or something."
"Izny inam izna chiznil izof thiznah hiz. Iznand chiznildren iznof thiznah hiz diznon't
belizneve iznin vizniolence."
Ron looked at Claire, obviously asking what it was that Hermione had said.
"She is a child of the house, and she doesn't believe in violence."
"Oh. I knew that." Claire rolled her eyes at him, and turned to Leanna.
"What are we going to do?"
"I really don't know. I'm scared to find out what they will turn into next."
"Where is Faith?" Stephanie said from the confines of her own little chair.
"Who?"
"Faith! What did you do with her?!" As she said this, her eyes started to get dark, and her arms
raised, ready to cast any spell that came to her.
"Oh! Faith! Right, um, she's, um, getting a manicure across town. Right. That's where she is."
Stephanie's eyes cleared up, and she lowered her arms. "Ok then!" Everybody looked around,
clearly afraid of what would have happened if Stephanie had gone though with her plans.
Ron grabbed Neville by the arm. "I'm going to take him into the game room. He'll probably be safer
there."
"Oh! A game room! Does it have games?" Asked Stephanie. "No matter. Hey, wait for me!" She said as
she bolted after Ron and Neville.
"IznI'm slizneepy. iznI thiznink iznI'm giznonna gizno tizno bizned. Pizneace yizno!" Hermione
said as she flashed the peace sign and walked off to her four-poster. Claire looked at Leanna.
"I'm just gonna go for a walk. This is too weird." She walked out the door. The only 3 left were
Leanna, Draco, and Harry. Harry didn't really count as a person at that time, cause he was
looking into space, dumbfounded.
"So, what do you think?" Leanna asked Draco.
"I really don't know. I'm still not over that wife thing."
"Neville better be wrong, or you'll be in pain. You know that, right?" She said menacingly.
Claire was wandering through the halls, trying to figure out what was going on. Would they ever
be able to get Stephanie back? Or Harry? Hermione and Neville were already lost causes, so she
wasn't worried about that. Then it hit her. If she gave them a taste of their own medicine, then
maybe they would be turned back to normal. Not just a little bit, but a lot. She turned around,
and ran back to the house. It was worth a shot.
Draco had retired to the couch, and Leanna was on the computer checking her email. Not that she
ever got any from anybody other than Claire and Stephanie anyway. Claire came bursting in through
the door, and yelled "I GOT IT!". They turned to face her, hoping that she hadn't gone insane
too.
"Listen. If we bend to their liking, then they won't be able to freak us out anymore. They, or
whatever is controlling them, will think that we have clearly gone insane to. Then it won't be
fun anymore. I don't know if it will work, but it's worth a shot." Draco just turned back to the
TV. Leanna was catching on.
"So, what your saying is, if we act like their 'counterparts', then they will have no choice but
to be normal again?"
"Yeah! Like, ok, you know how Harry thinks that Draco slept with him? Well, if Draco can, um,
fulfill that fantasy, then it should all go back."
"Wait just a minute! Draco is not going to sleep with Harry!"
"No, no, no! I mean, if Draco 'confesses' to Harry, then it should be fixed."
"And if one of us pretend to be Neville's wife, and we only talk to Hermione in spizneak, and
Stephanie, um, what do we do with her?"
"Well, I was thinking that one of us could pretend to be one of her friends from where she comes
from."
"Like who?"
"I dunno. Someone she loves. Maybe Xander."
"No, that's not strong enough."
"Well, you know all about that stuff. You tell me."
"Oz!"
"Leanna, this is no time for a movie!"
"No, Oz!" Claire gave a befuddled look. "Her only boyfriend. She turned, um, well, how she is now,
after he left her. I think it might work. If all else fails, then we can try Xander."
"It's worth a try."
"Now all we have to do is convince Draco to say that he slept with Harry." They walked toward the
couch, determined. Draco had idea what was coming.