A/n: Interesting chapter. Jessica finally gets out of Science. I really
appreciate all the reviews.
Nytd- You have no idea how much that means to me. I love all your stories
and I'm really glad you are making a sequel to WW&S.
Once again, I'd like to thank Em for helping write this chapter and letting
me take over the keyboard, while she acted out everything that showed up on
the screen. And forever thanks to Jessica and Courtney, for listening to
my ramblings at lunch time, and of course Sir Ben. You will always be a
knight in tarnished armor, no matter what. Never shining! And of course
all HP related characters and ideas belong to JK Rowling!
Believing*************
"Emily! Emily!"
"What?!" Jessica ran down the hall as fast as she could through the crowd.
"Did you-oh, sorry, Ben- Did you have a substitute in English?"
Emily looked at her, bewildered. "No.....not yet any way. Why?"
Finally arriving at Emily's locker, Jessica stopped to catch her breath. "Well....we...*gasp*." She suddenly started jerking her head to the right. It took a moment for Em to look up, but when she saw what Jessica was doing, she decoded it to mean to look in that direction. She did.
"Is that..."
Jessica nodded vigerously." That's the science substitute!"
Emily took a moment to soak it all in. "But....he.....couldn't...be. It's probably just someone who looks like him. Maybe he is just a fan who based his whole life on-" She looked desperately to find some sort of logical answer to it all.
Jessica grabbed her by the shoulders. "No! He wears all black, has a British accent, and his name is...." She looked up and smiled meekly. "Mr. Scots...uh...hi."
Emily spun around, finding herself in front of a tall, pale man in black, who right now was looking down his large nose at her. "Excuse me." He said as he began to walk around them. But he still looked at them calculatingly, as if trying to figure them out.
Their eyes followed him down the hall. As soon as he had turned the corner, Jessica looked back at Emily eagerly. "Now do you believe me?"
Emily kept her eyes transfixed on the corner Mr. Scots had just disappeared past. "I don't know..." she said tonelessly. "I just don't know." With that she turned and slammed her locker shut.
Believing*************
"Emily! Emily!"
"What?!" Jessica ran down the hall as fast as she could through the crowd.
"Did you-oh, sorry, Ben- Did you have a substitute in English?"
Emily looked at her, bewildered. "No.....not yet any way. Why?"
Finally arriving at Emily's locker, Jessica stopped to catch her breath. "Well....we...*gasp*." She suddenly started jerking her head to the right. It took a moment for Em to look up, but when she saw what Jessica was doing, she decoded it to mean to look in that direction. She did.
"Is that..."
Jessica nodded vigerously." That's the science substitute!"
Emily took a moment to soak it all in. "But....he.....couldn't...be. It's probably just someone who looks like him. Maybe he is just a fan who based his whole life on-" She looked desperately to find some sort of logical answer to it all.
Jessica grabbed her by the shoulders. "No! He wears all black, has a British accent, and his name is...." She looked up and smiled meekly. "Mr. Scots...uh...hi."
Emily spun around, finding herself in front of a tall, pale man in black, who right now was looking down his large nose at her. "Excuse me." He said as he began to walk around them. But he still looked at them calculatingly, as if trying to figure them out.
Their eyes followed him down the hall. As soon as he had turned the corner, Jessica looked back at Emily eagerly. "Now do you believe me?"
Emily kept her eyes transfixed on the corner Mr. Scots had just disappeared past. "I don't know..." she said tonelessly. "I just don't know." With that she turned and slammed her locker shut.