A/N: Yes, reviewer, there is a Jade. I'm still alive believe it or not. 7
inches of snow outside from a three inch weather forecast. No school! And
more snow tonight. Anyway, here's another chapter. I do not
conscientiously own Harry Potter. The J Street thing is my brother's.
Cool, eh?
Julia- See? I wrote. TABOO! And grammar doznt reely counts,
Viv & co.: Yeah, thanks for reminding her.
And to all my other loverly reviewers, love and REVIEW PLEASE!
A Dream**********
Kitty looked around the corner. There he was, You-Know-Who. In front of him stood two figures and there was one crumpled on the ground. Behind her, Courtney kept watch for their predators. Kitty didn't know what had happened to Mr. Luke, but he disappeared soon after the men began chasing them.
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was talking, but Kitty couldn't hear what was being said. Suddenly he laughed a cruel, cold laugh. She watched helplessly as a red beam shot from the Dark Lord's wand and at the smaller of the standing figures. The other shape moved them out of the way just in time. Another red light hit the rescuer and it fell to the ground, twitching. As the small shape quickly knelt down beside the victim, a green light flashed. Kitty couldn't watch anymore. She began to scream.
*
A scream shook Jessica from her sleep. She jumped out of her bed and went over to the source of the noise, Kitty.
"Kitty! Wake up!" She shook her friend awake. Kitty stared at her, wide eyed. "You okay?"
Once she regained her senses, Kitty smiled shakily. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bad dream. Good night." But before she settled back into bed, she noticed Jessica hadn't moved. "What?"
Jessica looked at her with concern. Kitty knew what she was thinking. Over the years they had known eachother, there had been a number of times where she had told Jessica of a dream she had. The dreams had a tendency to come true. Of course they had all been minor incidents. Nothing like what she had just dreamt. She decided to keep it to herself. "I'm fine. Go back to bed."
Jessica complied and climbed back into her makeshift bed. Looking at he watch, she saw it was 7:00 in the morning. She could sleep for a few more minutes...
An hour later, Jessica woke to the sound of singing and running water. Opening her eyes, she saw that Kitty was still in bed, but Courtney wasn't. Courtney was taking a shower, singing show tunes, of course.
She forced herself to roll out of bed and grabbed some clothes. She quickly changed, trying to stay as warm as possible in the process. Her hair brushed and looking somewhat presentable, she went out in the hallway and knocked on the neighboring door. After a few moments Mr. Scots opened the door.
"Good morning."
"Morning. Is anyone else up?"
"I believe so."
"So, are we going to go to breakfast?"
From further in the room, a voice belonging to Mr. Luke called out "Good morning, Miss Jessica."
"Morning!"
"Did you sleep well?"
"Sorta. Did you?"
Realizing this was going to be more than a wake up call, Mr. Scots moved aside to let Jessica into the room. She stepped in and continued her conversation with Mr. Luke, who was currently trying to figure out how to use the TV remote. "Yes, quite well, thank you," he said.
"What are we doing for breakfast?"
"Well, I don't know. I don't really know any places around here." His eyes were glued to the television, which was showing a cartoon with a hunter trying to shoot an overgrown rabbit.
Jessica smiled. "There's a café down by the hotel lobby. They serve breakfast until nine. And you can bring food up to your rooms."
"Sounds good. Why don't you go down and eat, then just bring something up for us. Minerva isn't ready, and I'm assuming the girls aren't either." Jessica shook her head. "Fine. Severus, why don't go down with Miss Jessica? You've been up since six anyway."
"All right, see you soon," said Jessica. "Let's go." She walked to the door, and waited for Mr. Scots to stop glaring at the other man and follow her.
Jessica walked into the café; Mr. Scots strode in. The place was full, but not crowded, so Jessica was able to snag some seats right next to the counter. She picked up a menu. When Mr. Scots sat down on the stool next to her, she asked, "What do you think they want?"
"I don't know." But he muttered under his breath, "To drive me insane."
Biting back a grin, she pretended not to hear that last part. "How about the Hotcake Breakfast Platter? It's got twelve pancakes, some eggs, sausage, and bacon, 'perfect for the family of four'". She looked at Mr. Scots, who smirked, but with a slight hint of amusement in his eyes. "Allrighty then, I'm getting waffles. You?"
Just then the man behind the counter came to them. "Can I get you two something to drink? Or are you ready to order?" After they ordered the pancake platter, a plate of waffles, hot cocoa, milk, coffee, a glass of water and a bagel, Jessica looked around the café. The customers were pretty much an equal balance between vacationing families and lone business people. She didn't recognize anyone.
Swiveling on the stool, she turned back to Mr. Scots, who appeared to be reading the wine list. "What are we doing today?"
"We're going to J Street."
This confused her. "But there is no J Street. I know. The guy who planned out the city was mad at some guy named J-"
He interrupted. "J Street does exist. It's about the equivalent of Diagon Alley."
"Cool!"
He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "I suppose." Finally the food came. They ate breakfast in silence. Well, actually, Mr. Scots was silent. Jessica chatted away with him and the waiter. One responded, one didn't.
At the end of the meal, the waiter brought the check, which Mr. Scots paid with the money Jessica passed him under the table. She was trying to avoid any awkward questions as to why she had the money. As Mr. Scots handed him the paid check, the waiter said, "Thank you, sir. Enjoy DC. And sir, you have a wonderful daughter."
It couldn't have gotten any better, in Jessica's opinion. She bit her lip and watched as Mr. Scots sneered at his empty plate. Then, to her surprise, he looked up at the waiter, no trace of a sneer on his face, and said politely, "Thank you."
At that Mr. Scots stood up and went to leave. Jessica hopped off the stool, smiled at the waiter, and hurried after him.
Jessica kept grinning all the way up to the rooms.
*
"Come on, Kitty. Let's go." Courtney waited impatiently for her friend. "We're leaving...now."
"All right, all right. I'm ready." Kitty pulled on her other shoe and went out into the hallway with Courtney.
Mr. Luke smiled at them. "Everyone's ready? Good. We've got to walk a bit, about ten minutes. Not too far, don't worry."
The group walked out of the hotel, then about twelve blocks before Mr. Luke stopped them. "Here we are." He stood in front of an old bookstore.
Courtney looked around. "So how do we get to the street? Do we tap a brick? Step on a secret stone?"
"No." Mr. Luke smiled.
Jessica also wondered how they could get to J Street by just standing here. "Do we say a spell? Is there a secret passage?"
"No. We have to go inside."
"Oh," said Courtney. "So the secret entrance is inside."
"No. We just go inside." He walked up the steps to the building, then disappeared through the door. Literally, through the closed door.
A/N: Next stop, J Street!
But wait!!!!!!!! Before you go off to another story to fill your time till my next installment, first, review this one. Then go into my profile and read Puck's Children, a wonderful story by my brother and me. Finally, the most important part, REVIEW it! Thanks! The more people who review that one, the sooner I'll get out another chapter of this.
Julia- See? I wrote. TABOO! And grammar doznt reely counts,
Viv & co.: Yeah, thanks for reminding her.
And to all my other loverly reviewers, love and REVIEW PLEASE!
A Dream**********
Kitty looked around the corner. There he was, You-Know-Who. In front of him stood two figures and there was one crumpled on the ground. Behind her, Courtney kept watch for their predators. Kitty didn't know what had happened to Mr. Luke, but he disappeared soon after the men began chasing them.
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was talking, but Kitty couldn't hear what was being said. Suddenly he laughed a cruel, cold laugh. She watched helplessly as a red beam shot from the Dark Lord's wand and at the smaller of the standing figures. The other shape moved them out of the way just in time. Another red light hit the rescuer and it fell to the ground, twitching. As the small shape quickly knelt down beside the victim, a green light flashed. Kitty couldn't watch anymore. She began to scream.
*
A scream shook Jessica from her sleep. She jumped out of her bed and went over to the source of the noise, Kitty.
"Kitty! Wake up!" She shook her friend awake. Kitty stared at her, wide eyed. "You okay?"
Once she regained her senses, Kitty smiled shakily. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bad dream. Good night." But before she settled back into bed, she noticed Jessica hadn't moved. "What?"
Jessica looked at her with concern. Kitty knew what she was thinking. Over the years they had known eachother, there had been a number of times where she had told Jessica of a dream she had. The dreams had a tendency to come true. Of course they had all been minor incidents. Nothing like what she had just dreamt. She decided to keep it to herself. "I'm fine. Go back to bed."
Jessica complied and climbed back into her makeshift bed. Looking at he watch, she saw it was 7:00 in the morning. She could sleep for a few more minutes...
An hour later, Jessica woke to the sound of singing and running water. Opening her eyes, she saw that Kitty was still in bed, but Courtney wasn't. Courtney was taking a shower, singing show tunes, of course.
She forced herself to roll out of bed and grabbed some clothes. She quickly changed, trying to stay as warm as possible in the process. Her hair brushed and looking somewhat presentable, she went out in the hallway and knocked on the neighboring door. After a few moments Mr. Scots opened the door.
"Good morning."
"Morning. Is anyone else up?"
"I believe so."
"So, are we going to go to breakfast?"
From further in the room, a voice belonging to Mr. Luke called out "Good morning, Miss Jessica."
"Morning!"
"Did you sleep well?"
"Sorta. Did you?"
Realizing this was going to be more than a wake up call, Mr. Scots moved aside to let Jessica into the room. She stepped in and continued her conversation with Mr. Luke, who was currently trying to figure out how to use the TV remote. "Yes, quite well, thank you," he said.
"What are we doing for breakfast?"
"Well, I don't know. I don't really know any places around here." His eyes were glued to the television, which was showing a cartoon with a hunter trying to shoot an overgrown rabbit.
Jessica smiled. "There's a café down by the hotel lobby. They serve breakfast until nine. And you can bring food up to your rooms."
"Sounds good. Why don't you go down and eat, then just bring something up for us. Minerva isn't ready, and I'm assuming the girls aren't either." Jessica shook her head. "Fine. Severus, why don't go down with Miss Jessica? You've been up since six anyway."
"All right, see you soon," said Jessica. "Let's go." She walked to the door, and waited for Mr. Scots to stop glaring at the other man and follow her.
Jessica walked into the café; Mr. Scots strode in. The place was full, but not crowded, so Jessica was able to snag some seats right next to the counter. She picked up a menu. When Mr. Scots sat down on the stool next to her, she asked, "What do you think they want?"
"I don't know." But he muttered under his breath, "To drive me insane."
Biting back a grin, she pretended not to hear that last part. "How about the Hotcake Breakfast Platter? It's got twelve pancakes, some eggs, sausage, and bacon, 'perfect for the family of four'". She looked at Mr. Scots, who smirked, but with a slight hint of amusement in his eyes. "Allrighty then, I'm getting waffles. You?"
Just then the man behind the counter came to them. "Can I get you two something to drink? Or are you ready to order?" After they ordered the pancake platter, a plate of waffles, hot cocoa, milk, coffee, a glass of water and a bagel, Jessica looked around the café. The customers were pretty much an equal balance between vacationing families and lone business people. She didn't recognize anyone.
Swiveling on the stool, she turned back to Mr. Scots, who appeared to be reading the wine list. "What are we doing today?"
"We're going to J Street."
This confused her. "But there is no J Street. I know. The guy who planned out the city was mad at some guy named J-"
He interrupted. "J Street does exist. It's about the equivalent of Diagon Alley."
"Cool!"
He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "I suppose." Finally the food came. They ate breakfast in silence. Well, actually, Mr. Scots was silent. Jessica chatted away with him and the waiter. One responded, one didn't.
At the end of the meal, the waiter brought the check, which Mr. Scots paid with the money Jessica passed him under the table. She was trying to avoid any awkward questions as to why she had the money. As Mr. Scots handed him the paid check, the waiter said, "Thank you, sir. Enjoy DC. And sir, you have a wonderful daughter."
It couldn't have gotten any better, in Jessica's opinion. She bit her lip and watched as Mr. Scots sneered at his empty plate. Then, to her surprise, he looked up at the waiter, no trace of a sneer on his face, and said politely, "Thank you."
At that Mr. Scots stood up and went to leave. Jessica hopped off the stool, smiled at the waiter, and hurried after him.
Jessica kept grinning all the way up to the rooms.
*
"Come on, Kitty. Let's go." Courtney waited impatiently for her friend. "We're leaving...now."
"All right, all right. I'm ready." Kitty pulled on her other shoe and went out into the hallway with Courtney.
Mr. Luke smiled at them. "Everyone's ready? Good. We've got to walk a bit, about ten minutes. Not too far, don't worry."
The group walked out of the hotel, then about twelve blocks before Mr. Luke stopped them. "Here we are." He stood in front of an old bookstore.
Courtney looked around. "So how do we get to the street? Do we tap a brick? Step on a secret stone?"
"No." Mr. Luke smiled.
Jessica also wondered how they could get to J Street by just standing here. "Do we say a spell? Is there a secret passage?"
"No. We have to go inside."
"Oh," said Courtney. "So the secret entrance is inside."
"No. We just go inside." He walked up the steps to the building, then disappeared through the door. Literally, through the closed door.
A/N: Next stop, J Street!
But wait!!!!!!!! Before you go off to another story to fill your time till my next installment, first, review this one. Then go into my profile and read Puck's Children, a wonderful story by my brother and me. Finally, the most important part, REVIEW it! Thanks! The more people who review that one, the sooner I'll get out another chapter of this.