Part 8-
Megan kicked a pile of clothes out of the way and picked up the broomstick lying next to her feet. She admired the trimming of the ends and tossed it on the nearest, unmade bed. The boys stood in the doorway, awaiting her next comment. She turned to them quickly and grinned.
"So this is what the sixth year boys dormitory looks like?" She said, making conversation. "It's um, a little messier than I thought." They smiled and went towards their own beds. "A lot messier." She whispered, thinking no one had heard. James shook his head and plopped into the bed that Megan had thrown the broomstick on. He took off his shoes and started to unbutton his shirt when he looked up and realized Megan's presence.
"Um, could you turn around?" He asked. She closed her eyes and turned to the window. Behind her she heard the rustling and hurring of the boys changing into their night things. "Ok, we're decent." She heard and turned back around.
"Who's sleeping on the floor?" She asked and rubbed her hands together with a smile. She pulled the black elastic band off her wrist and began to pile her hair into a pony tail. Reumus raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms across his chest.
"Who say's we're sleeping on the floor?" He asked and started to pull the sheets straight.
"Can you get on the floor?" She asked.
"Why do you care about OUR mess?" Reumus asked and recieved a pillow in the face from Sirius. Who, through gritted teeth, told him to shut up.
"These are big beds," Sirius began and smiled at Megan and patted his bed. "I'm sure two people could fit in one."
"I bet they could too, if one of them didn't have such a big ass." She smirked and looked down at the floor.
"Here," Peter said and pulled the comforter off of his bed. He folded it over his forearm and brought it to her. She smiled and accepted the blanket, shoving things on the floor out of the way. James shook his head and grabbed her shoulder.
"You can take my bed, I'll sleep on the floor tonight." He said and smiled at her.
"Muchos Gracias." She said and turned to the bed. As afraid as Megan was about being in a different time, she felt secure around these boys. Something about them was comforting and she turned over in James' bed, dreaming about Pete and Radcliffe dueling it out with a giant Lion nipping at Cliffe's butt every chance it got.
"GO GET 'EM LEO!" She shouted in her sleep, waking Reumus who was sleeping in his bed next to her. He groaned at her and sat up shakily. 'She's no good.' He resolved silently as she kicked in her sleep. 'I've got to figure her out.'
He climbed out of his bed silently and tip toed to her bag, sitting on the window sill. He went to it and the night air blew his brown hair off his face. He slowly pulled things out of her bag. A brown glasses case, a bag of Skittles, two socks (that didn't match). The light of the moon caught the glint of something in the bottom of the bag. Reumus stuck his hand down in the bag, but too fastly. He shoved too quickly and the bag fell out the window and down six storys.
"Dammit." He whispered loudly. He pushed himself up on the concrete sill and looked down. There lay Megan's bag with it's contents spilled open across the Hogwarts lawn. "Shit, shit, shit!" He said and looked at James on the floor who twitched as he slept because of the sound. Reumus knew the only way to get down there was to use the Invisibility Cloak. 'But I can't wake up James to ask where it is...' He thought and shook his head indecisivly. Without realizing what he was doing he kicked James in the stomach (trying to get over to his trunk) and he awoke with a grunt.
"Wha..." He asked and looked up at him. "Whaddya do that for?" James asked, slurring his words together and feeling the empty air for his glasses, which usually sat on his bedside table.
"Um, I need you to tell me where your Invisibility Cloak is." Reumus requested.
"What for?" James asked, realizing the sleeping situation and plucked the glasses off the table behind his head. Reumus explained his excapades and James shook his head disapprovingly.
"Please!" Reumus pleaded.
James stood up reluctantly and went to his trunk and pulled his wand off the top of his stacks of organized, folded clothes. Reumus rolled his eyes at James(who didn't notice). James flicked his wand and whispered a special password to the secret compartment. No one knew his secret password and all their guesses had been wrong. When the flap from the roof of the trunk came down, three things layed before him: James' Invisibility Cloak, the startings of the Maureder's Map, and his journal. Reumus took the cloak gladly and scurried out of the dorm. James laid back down on the floor and went to sleep.
Minuetes later, the other two sixth year boy Gryffindor's came into the room. David and Darryl Shumaker came in smiling and laughing quietly. They tiptoed past Reumus and Peter's bed with glee and were passing James' when they saw a foot protruding out from under the sheet at the end of the bed.
"Darryl!" David exclaimed quietly. "What's James doing with a foot?" He asked and peered down at it quizzically.
"Hrm, isn't that peculier?" His brother said and marveled at the foot as well. "Look at it's toes!" He said and pointed to them.
"Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle! They're purple! This person died of hemophelia!" He diagnosed the foot's condition and Darryl gawked at him.
"Wow, that's really amazing. How'd you know that?"
"I learned it in the boy scouts." David said proudly.
"You were never in the boy scouts." Darryl argued.
"Yes I was! When you went to ballet classes I went to boy scout meetings." He answered.
"I WAS NEVER IN BALLET!" Darryl shouted, waking Megan and James.
"Uh-huh, scout's honor!" David said.
"But you were never a scout! Thusly: your 'scouts honor' means nothing to me." Darryl said and crossed his arms across his chest.
"What the hell?" Megan said and sat up against the pillow. Darryl and David shot back in shock and into the back of Peter's bed, screaming and waking him up. Peter yelped and jumped out of his bed and onto Sirius'. James raised his hand in a fruitless attempt to alert the twins to be quiet. Sirius- seeing James' peril- jumped out of his bed and punched them both in the stomach to shut them up.
"Who-Who..." David stammered and looked at Megan with panic.
"What Dave is trying to say is: Who are you?" He said and surveyed Megan. She grinned and looked down at James.
"Agent Negative Fourty-Four." She said and curled her upper lip.
"I thought you said your name was Megan?" Sirius questioned. Megan half-smiled and raised her index finger to her lips.
"Shh." She said quickly.
"We're secret agents too." Darryl said with a smile and a nod. Peter lowered his eyebrows at them and crawled back under his sheets.
"Don't mind Darryl," David said when Megan showed an unconvinced expression. "he's a pathological liar."
"I am not!" Darryl argued.
"Well, I wouldn't expect you to admit it..." Megan mused aloud.
"No, I'm not. David's the liar!" Darryl said in his defense.
"LIAR!" David shouted and pulled Darryl's hair.
"They're both pathological liars." James said. Megan's face exploded into a smile.
"Two liars who can't help but lie? This is the best thing I've ever seen in my life!" She said.
"You are a sick, sick girl." James murmered.
Suddenly the door creaked open and Reumus squeezed his way through the door. He tip toed into the room, with Megan's bag in a bundle under his arm. He shook his head and mouthed something silently. He looked up at the full, and completely awake, room.
"Um, hi." He said with suprise and hid her bag behind his back. She sat up on her knees and then off the bed.
"Is that my bag?" She asked and grabbed at it. He backed away.
"No..." He said unconvincingly.
"He's good." Darryl said to David.
"Why do you have my bag?"
"Your wand broke!" He exclaimed involuntarily.
"Why do you have my bag?" She repeated.
"I wanted to find out stuff about you." He said meekly. "I was looking through it and it fell of the window sill and... your wand broke." He squeaked.
"How could my wand break..."
"Because it fell six storys." He said and shook his head.
"But..."A light clicked on in Megan's brain and she grinned, on the inside. "But, now I have no way of getting back to 2018. I mean, yeah there was a pretty slim chance before. But now! Now I have no wand!" Reumus looked down at his feet, feeling horrible. "You're so cautious, so worried. And now! NOW! You've broken my wand! Am I a deatheater? Do I LOOK like a deatheater? Am I a dementor? Hell, I inventied Dementor Repellant! In my time, I'm like the boy who lived."
"What boy who lived." James asked. Megan wheeled around to him and the other boys, who's faces were just as confused.
"You kno w THE boy who lived." She said.
"There's lots of them. I lived." Reumus said. Megan turned back to him with annoyance.
"Shut up! God, breaking my wand. Asshole." She grabbed her bag and walked to her bed. Reumus took her wand out from behind his back and suddenly it turned into a rubber chicken. He gasped and looked down at the chicken in his hand.
"It... it just turned into this!" He squeaked. She giggled and smiled at him.
"That's a joke wand from Weasly Wizard's Practical Jokes and Good Times." She grinned and pulled her real wand off the table.
"I knew that." He said and threw the chicken at the wall.
"Goodnight boys." Megan said and went back to sleep.
"So, is hemophilia contagious?" Darryl asked.
"Quite! It spreads through your body and out your ears. Then, before you know it: you've got purple toenails and you think you're from the future!" David answered matter-of-factly.
"Hemophilia is when your blood doesn't clot, stupid." James said and turned over on the floor.
"I knew that." He said and went to his bed reluctantly.
{A/N: BWAHAHAHAHA! Another hilarious installment of Our Pet Girl! Whee! Thanks to everyone who reviewed for being patient enough to wait on the time travelness. Mucho Love!}
Megan kicked a pile of clothes out of the way and picked up the broomstick lying next to her feet. She admired the trimming of the ends and tossed it on the nearest, unmade bed. The boys stood in the doorway, awaiting her next comment. She turned to them quickly and grinned.
"So this is what the sixth year boys dormitory looks like?" She said, making conversation. "It's um, a little messier than I thought." They smiled and went towards their own beds. "A lot messier." She whispered, thinking no one had heard. James shook his head and plopped into the bed that Megan had thrown the broomstick on. He took off his shoes and started to unbutton his shirt when he looked up and realized Megan's presence.
"Um, could you turn around?" He asked. She closed her eyes and turned to the window. Behind her she heard the rustling and hurring of the boys changing into their night things. "Ok, we're decent." She heard and turned back around.
"Who's sleeping on the floor?" She asked and rubbed her hands together with a smile. She pulled the black elastic band off her wrist and began to pile her hair into a pony tail. Reumus raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms across his chest.
"Who say's we're sleeping on the floor?" He asked and started to pull the sheets straight.
"Can you get on the floor?" She asked.
"Why do you care about OUR mess?" Reumus asked and recieved a pillow in the face from Sirius. Who, through gritted teeth, told him to shut up.
"These are big beds," Sirius began and smiled at Megan and patted his bed. "I'm sure two people could fit in one."
"I bet they could too, if one of them didn't have such a big ass." She smirked and looked down at the floor.
"Here," Peter said and pulled the comforter off of his bed. He folded it over his forearm and brought it to her. She smiled and accepted the blanket, shoving things on the floor out of the way. James shook his head and grabbed her shoulder.
"You can take my bed, I'll sleep on the floor tonight." He said and smiled at her.
"Muchos Gracias." She said and turned to the bed. As afraid as Megan was about being in a different time, she felt secure around these boys. Something about them was comforting and she turned over in James' bed, dreaming about Pete and Radcliffe dueling it out with a giant Lion nipping at Cliffe's butt every chance it got.
"GO GET 'EM LEO!" She shouted in her sleep, waking Reumus who was sleeping in his bed next to her. He groaned at her and sat up shakily. 'She's no good.' He resolved silently as she kicked in her sleep. 'I've got to figure her out.'
He climbed out of his bed silently and tip toed to her bag, sitting on the window sill. He went to it and the night air blew his brown hair off his face. He slowly pulled things out of her bag. A brown glasses case, a bag of Skittles, two socks (that didn't match). The light of the moon caught the glint of something in the bottom of the bag. Reumus stuck his hand down in the bag, but too fastly. He shoved too quickly and the bag fell out the window and down six storys.
"Dammit." He whispered loudly. He pushed himself up on the concrete sill and looked down. There lay Megan's bag with it's contents spilled open across the Hogwarts lawn. "Shit, shit, shit!" He said and looked at James on the floor who twitched as he slept because of the sound. Reumus knew the only way to get down there was to use the Invisibility Cloak. 'But I can't wake up James to ask where it is...' He thought and shook his head indecisivly. Without realizing what he was doing he kicked James in the stomach (trying to get over to his trunk) and he awoke with a grunt.
"Wha..." He asked and looked up at him. "Whaddya do that for?" James asked, slurring his words together and feeling the empty air for his glasses, which usually sat on his bedside table.
"Um, I need you to tell me where your Invisibility Cloak is." Reumus requested.
"What for?" James asked, realizing the sleeping situation and plucked the glasses off the table behind his head. Reumus explained his excapades and James shook his head disapprovingly.
"Please!" Reumus pleaded.
James stood up reluctantly and went to his trunk and pulled his wand off the top of his stacks of organized, folded clothes. Reumus rolled his eyes at James(who didn't notice). James flicked his wand and whispered a special password to the secret compartment. No one knew his secret password and all their guesses had been wrong. When the flap from the roof of the trunk came down, three things layed before him: James' Invisibility Cloak, the startings of the Maureder's Map, and his journal. Reumus took the cloak gladly and scurried out of the dorm. James laid back down on the floor and went to sleep.
Minuetes later, the other two sixth year boy Gryffindor's came into the room. David and Darryl Shumaker came in smiling and laughing quietly. They tiptoed past Reumus and Peter's bed with glee and were passing James' when they saw a foot protruding out from under the sheet at the end of the bed.
"Darryl!" David exclaimed quietly. "What's James doing with a foot?" He asked and peered down at it quizzically.
"Hrm, isn't that peculier?" His brother said and marveled at the foot as well. "Look at it's toes!" He said and pointed to them.
"Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle! They're purple! This person died of hemophelia!" He diagnosed the foot's condition and Darryl gawked at him.
"Wow, that's really amazing. How'd you know that?"
"I learned it in the boy scouts." David said proudly.
"You were never in the boy scouts." Darryl argued.
"Yes I was! When you went to ballet classes I went to boy scout meetings." He answered.
"I WAS NEVER IN BALLET!" Darryl shouted, waking Megan and James.
"Uh-huh, scout's honor!" David said.
"But you were never a scout! Thusly: your 'scouts honor' means nothing to me." Darryl said and crossed his arms across his chest.
"What the hell?" Megan said and sat up against the pillow. Darryl and David shot back in shock and into the back of Peter's bed, screaming and waking him up. Peter yelped and jumped out of his bed and onto Sirius'. James raised his hand in a fruitless attempt to alert the twins to be quiet. Sirius- seeing James' peril- jumped out of his bed and punched them both in the stomach to shut them up.
"Who-Who..." David stammered and looked at Megan with panic.
"What Dave is trying to say is: Who are you?" He said and surveyed Megan. She grinned and looked down at James.
"Agent Negative Fourty-Four." She said and curled her upper lip.
"I thought you said your name was Megan?" Sirius questioned. Megan half-smiled and raised her index finger to her lips.
"Shh." She said quickly.
"We're secret agents too." Darryl said with a smile and a nod. Peter lowered his eyebrows at them and crawled back under his sheets.
"Don't mind Darryl," David said when Megan showed an unconvinced expression. "he's a pathological liar."
"I am not!" Darryl argued.
"Well, I wouldn't expect you to admit it..." Megan mused aloud.
"No, I'm not. David's the liar!" Darryl said in his defense.
"LIAR!" David shouted and pulled Darryl's hair.
"They're both pathological liars." James said. Megan's face exploded into a smile.
"Two liars who can't help but lie? This is the best thing I've ever seen in my life!" She said.
"You are a sick, sick girl." James murmered.
Suddenly the door creaked open and Reumus squeezed his way through the door. He tip toed into the room, with Megan's bag in a bundle under his arm. He shook his head and mouthed something silently. He looked up at the full, and completely awake, room.
"Um, hi." He said with suprise and hid her bag behind his back. She sat up on her knees and then off the bed.
"Is that my bag?" She asked and grabbed at it. He backed away.
"No..." He said unconvincingly.
"He's good." Darryl said to David.
"Why do you have my bag?"
"Your wand broke!" He exclaimed involuntarily.
"Why do you have my bag?" She repeated.
"I wanted to find out stuff about you." He said meekly. "I was looking through it and it fell of the window sill and... your wand broke." He squeaked.
"How could my wand break..."
"Because it fell six storys." He said and shook his head.
"But..."A light clicked on in Megan's brain and she grinned, on the inside. "But, now I have no way of getting back to 2018. I mean, yeah there was a pretty slim chance before. But now! Now I have no wand!" Reumus looked down at his feet, feeling horrible. "You're so cautious, so worried. And now! NOW! You've broken my wand! Am I a deatheater? Do I LOOK like a deatheater? Am I a dementor? Hell, I inventied Dementor Repellant! In my time, I'm like the boy who lived."
"What boy who lived." James asked. Megan wheeled around to him and the other boys, who's faces were just as confused.
"You kno w THE boy who lived." She said.
"There's lots of them. I lived." Reumus said. Megan turned back to him with annoyance.
"Shut up! God, breaking my wand. Asshole." She grabbed her bag and walked to her bed. Reumus took her wand out from behind his back and suddenly it turned into a rubber chicken. He gasped and looked down at the chicken in his hand.
"It... it just turned into this!" He squeaked. She giggled and smiled at him.
"That's a joke wand from Weasly Wizard's Practical Jokes and Good Times." She grinned and pulled her real wand off the table.
"I knew that." He said and threw the chicken at the wall.
"Goodnight boys." Megan said and went back to sleep.
"So, is hemophilia contagious?" Darryl asked.
"Quite! It spreads through your body and out your ears. Then, before you know it: you've got purple toenails and you think you're from the future!" David answered matter-of-factly.
"Hemophilia is when your blood doesn't clot, stupid." James said and turned over on the floor.
"I knew that." He said and went to his bed reluctantly.
{A/N: BWAHAHAHAHA! Another hilarious installment of Our Pet Girl! Whee! Thanks to everyone who reviewed for being patient enough to wait on the time travelness. Mucho Love!}