Calixte, Maverick, and The Missing Link
A/N: This is a joint story written by, Calixte Ammonian and
Maverick Casarin. It will be posted on both of our accounts. We
tend to have a bit of...well a provocative sense of humor.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is the creator of the Harry Potter
series and of most of the magical items and ideas in this story.
The characters are our own, except for the exception of the ones
that aren't.
Pronunciation key: Straunde (Strawn-day) Maverick ( Mav-er-ick)
Calixte (Cuh-licks-tay) Sebas ( Say-bus)
Chapter 1
A small tawny barn owl swooped in through the arched window.
"Straunde, yet another owl has arrived for you," Maverick
commented sarcastically, while polishing her wand.
"OH MY! Only four today? You must feel sooo unpopular," Calixte rolled
her dark intriguing eyes.
Calixte and Maverick had known each other for longer than they
could remember. Calixte had striking, curly black hair, and dark
eyes that could kill. Maverick had deep bluish green eyes that
changed back and forth constantly. Her flowing, coffee-brown
hair fell straight on her back. They had lived in a small duplex
located in the wizarding town of Paracombe with their mothers for
all their lives. Paracombe was located near the muggle city of Richmond, Virginia in America. Their fathers had died mysteriously when
Calixte and Maverick were around the age of two years old.
Straunde was perfect in every way. She was the type of person
every girl dreamed to be, and every guy dreamed to be with. Her
long, wavy blonde hair accentuated her sparkling, blue eyes.
Straunde had moved to Paracombe two years ago from the outskirts
of Hogsmeade, the wizarding town connected to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, her former school.
Straunde grinned and tore the letter open. She skimmed over the
contents and a wistful look came across her face.
"It's from.Sebas," she sighed dreamily.
Calixte and Maverick exchanged a sarcastic look. Suddenly, three more owls
flew into the window each dropping a letter in the girls' laps.
"A letter.for me?" Calixte held the letter astonished.
"People like me?" Maverick joked.
They tore open their letters excitedly and both burst into
laughter at the same time, as they saw their familiar school
crescent in the top right-hand corner.
The crescent for Mylor Academy of Magic, was a shield divided into five squares. Each
contained the First letter of a Link, with their colors, and
the animal representing it inside. The Links were groups that the students were placed into when they first arrived at Mylor. One stayed with
this group all seven years of their education. The five Links
all had their own dormitories and common rooms. First came the
Kana Link, where the power-hungry leaders often resided. The
colors black and red, and the ferocious bull represented them.
Second came the Baldasarre Link, where the brave and true at
heart dwelled. The colors blue and gold and the hawk represented
them. Third came the Dopps Link, where the loyal, hard- working
students resided. They were represented by the colors yellow and
brown, and the wild boar. Fourth came the Aislin Link, where the
dreamers and thinkers dwelled. The colors violet and silver, and
the mystical unicorn represented them. Fifth came the Selah
Link, where the clever and quick- witted resided, they were
represented by the colors green and white, and the fox.
"Damn, and I though I got a real letter" Maverick grinned.
Calixte studied her letter carefully, reviewing her list of
classes. She read aloud, "Lets see.this year I've got Charms
with Professor Turkell, Potions with Odesa, Divinations with
Galata."
"Eww you've got Gaylata?" Maverick cringed.
"You probably have her too. As I was saying.Herbology with
Camrose."
"Mmmmm Camrose," Maverick smiled lustingly.
Calixte chucked her pillow and hit Maverick square in the face,
sending her tumbling backwards onto the floor.
She loudly cleared her throat and continued reading, " Transfiguration
with Belarus, Musical Studies with Potosi, Dueling with
Teresina, Defense Against the Dark Arts with Tembria, and
Magical Athletiscism with Bantry."
Straunde walked over to Maverick and pulled her up.
"Thanks, STRAUNDE. I'm glad I have ONE friend," Maverick snapped as she
glared at Calixte.
Calixte grinned innocently and asked, "Who do y'all
have this year?
Maverick answered, "Same as you.exactly. Great, I'm
stuck with you for the FIFTH year in a row. Next year we are so
signing up for different classes."
"You know you'd miss me too much," Calixte retorted.
"So, Straunde," Maverick asked, "Who do you have this
year?"
Straunde whipped out her letter and read off, "Same as
you guys except I'm not taking Divination or Musical Studies. I have
Healing with Professor Callan and Muggle Studies with Gaziler."
Maverick and Calixte nodded vaguely while Straunde sat with a bored
look on her face.
"Let's go to that muggle town you guys like. What was it called, Fairyville?" Straunde suggested.
Maverick and Calixte burst into giggles and answered, "Yes Straunde,
let's go to 'Fairyville.' "
The two grinned at each other but did not bother
to correct Straunde.
The three girls streaked down the stairs.
"We're going to Carytown, be back later!" Maverick
screamed into the general direction of the kitchen, where their
mothers were sure to be. The girls burst out the front door while the
faint call of "Wait a minute young ladies, when is later?!" trailed
behind them.
They ran until they reached
Brighton, the "downtown" street of their wizarding town. Breathing
heavily, Calixte looked around at the familiar surroundings. The
quaint buildings resembled something very much like an Old Western
muggle town. She glanced over at the local pub and game hall, Lucky's,
which was a common teenage hangout. The bank, Paracombe Trust, looked
remarkably like The White House, the building where the muggle
president resided. It was a local branch of the wizarding bank, Gringotts, and was also run by goblins. Madam Rosalina's Silks, was decorated with pink and
white lace, which she saw Straunde eyeing with interest. It was the neighborhood center for fashion. The rest of the
buildings were old fashioned and out of date with the current times.
She smiled and thought about how much she loved this town.
"Where is that damned portkey?!" Maverick
muttered angrily, interrupting Calixte's train of thought, "They
change it every freaking day."
Straunde casually pointed over to an old
antique desk, sitting in a back ally.
"Is that it?" she asked innocently. Maverick
and Calixte both stared at her in wonder.
"How did you know that?" Calixte ask baffled,
"Last time it was over there, by Paracombe Trust, so how were we
supposed to know?"
Straunde shrugged and strolled over to the desk.
They all casually placed their hands on it, and felt a sudden jerking
motion pulling at their navels. The three girls landed with a thud
next to a beat up blue Chevy truck, in a deserted parking lot.
"Welcome to 'Fairyville' my friends, " Maverick grinned maliciously.
A/N: This is a joint story written by, Calixte Ammonian and
Maverick Casarin. It will be posted on both of our accounts. We
tend to have a bit of...well a provocative sense of humor.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is the creator of the Harry Potter
series and of most of the magical items and ideas in this story.
The characters are our own, except for the exception of the ones
that aren't.
Pronunciation key: Straunde (Strawn-day) Maverick ( Mav-er-ick)
Calixte (Cuh-licks-tay) Sebas ( Say-bus)
Chapter 1
A small tawny barn owl swooped in through the arched window.
"Straunde, yet another owl has arrived for you," Maverick
commented sarcastically, while polishing her wand.
"OH MY! Only four today? You must feel sooo unpopular," Calixte rolled
her dark intriguing eyes.
Calixte and Maverick had known each other for longer than they
could remember. Calixte had striking, curly black hair, and dark
eyes that could kill. Maverick had deep bluish green eyes that
changed back and forth constantly. Her flowing, coffee-brown
hair fell straight on her back. They had lived in a small duplex
located in the wizarding town of Paracombe with their mothers for
all their lives. Paracombe was located near the muggle city of Richmond, Virginia in America. Their fathers had died mysteriously when
Calixte and Maverick were around the age of two years old.
Straunde was perfect in every way. She was the type of person
every girl dreamed to be, and every guy dreamed to be with. Her
long, wavy blonde hair accentuated her sparkling, blue eyes.
Straunde had moved to Paracombe two years ago from the outskirts
of Hogsmeade, the wizarding town connected to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, her former school.
Straunde grinned and tore the letter open. She skimmed over the
contents and a wistful look came across her face.
"It's from.Sebas," she sighed dreamily.
Calixte and Maverick exchanged a sarcastic look. Suddenly, three more owls
flew into the window each dropping a letter in the girls' laps.
"A letter.for me?" Calixte held the letter astonished.
"People like me?" Maverick joked.
They tore open their letters excitedly and both burst into
laughter at the same time, as they saw their familiar school
crescent in the top right-hand corner.
The crescent for Mylor Academy of Magic, was a shield divided into five squares. Each
contained the First letter of a Link, with their colors, and
the animal representing it inside. The Links were groups that the students were placed into when they first arrived at Mylor. One stayed with
this group all seven years of their education. The five Links
all had their own dormitories and common rooms. First came the
Kana Link, where the power-hungry leaders often resided. The
colors black and red, and the ferocious bull represented them.
Second came the Baldasarre Link, where the brave and true at
heart dwelled. The colors blue and gold and the hawk represented
them. Third came the Dopps Link, where the loyal, hard- working
students resided. They were represented by the colors yellow and
brown, and the wild boar. Fourth came the Aislin Link, where the
dreamers and thinkers dwelled. The colors violet and silver, and
the mystical unicorn represented them. Fifth came the Selah
Link, where the clever and quick- witted resided, they were
represented by the colors green and white, and the fox.
"Damn, and I though I got a real letter" Maverick grinned.
Calixte studied her letter carefully, reviewing her list of
classes. She read aloud, "Lets see.this year I've got Charms
with Professor Turkell, Potions with Odesa, Divinations with
Galata."
"Eww you've got Gaylata?" Maverick cringed.
"You probably have her too. As I was saying.Herbology with
Camrose."
"Mmmmm Camrose," Maverick smiled lustingly.
Calixte chucked her pillow and hit Maverick square in the face,
sending her tumbling backwards onto the floor.
She loudly cleared her throat and continued reading, " Transfiguration
with Belarus, Musical Studies with Potosi, Dueling with
Teresina, Defense Against the Dark Arts with Tembria, and
Magical Athletiscism with Bantry."
Straunde walked over to Maverick and pulled her up.
"Thanks, STRAUNDE. I'm glad I have ONE friend," Maverick snapped as she
glared at Calixte.
Calixte grinned innocently and asked, "Who do y'all
have this year?
Maverick answered, "Same as you.exactly. Great, I'm
stuck with you for the FIFTH year in a row. Next year we are so
signing up for different classes."
"You know you'd miss me too much," Calixte retorted.
"So, Straunde," Maverick asked, "Who do you have this
year?"
Straunde whipped out her letter and read off, "Same as
you guys except I'm not taking Divination or Musical Studies. I have
Healing with Professor Callan and Muggle Studies with Gaziler."
Maverick and Calixte nodded vaguely while Straunde sat with a bored
look on her face.
"Let's go to that muggle town you guys like. What was it called, Fairyville?" Straunde suggested.
Maverick and Calixte burst into giggles and answered, "Yes Straunde,
let's go to 'Fairyville.' "
The two grinned at each other but did not bother
to correct Straunde.
The three girls streaked down the stairs.
"We're going to Carytown, be back later!" Maverick
screamed into the general direction of the kitchen, where their
mothers were sure to be. The girls burst out the front door while the
faint call of "Wait a minute young ladies, when is later?!" trailed
behind them.
They ran until they reached
Brighton, the "downtown" street of their wizarding town. Breathing
heavily, Calixte looked around at the familiar surroundings. The
quaint buildings resembled something very much like an Old Western
muggle town. She glanced over at the local pub and game hall, Lucky's,
which was a common teenage hangout. The bank, Paracombe Trust, looked
remarkably like The White House, the building where the muggle
president resided. It was a local branch of the wizarding bank, Gringotts, and was also run by goblins. Madam Rosalina's Silks, was decorated with pink and
white lace, which she saw Straunde eyeing with interest. It was the neighborhood center for fashion. The rest of the
buildings were old fashioned and out of date with the current times.
She smiled and thought about how much she loved this town.
"Where is that damned portkey?!" Maverick
muttered angrily, interrupting Calixte's train of thought, "They
change it every freaking day."
Straunde casually pointed over to an old
antique desk, sitting in a back ally.
"Is that it?" she asked innocently. Maverick
and Calixte both stared at her in wonder.
"How did you know that?" Calixte ask baffled,
"Last time it was over there, by Paracombe Trust, so how were we
supposed to know?"
Straunde shrugged and strolled over to the desk.
They all casually placed their hands on it, and felt a sudden jerking
motion pulling at their navels. The three girls landed with a thud
next to a beat up blue Chevy truck, in a deserted parking lot.
"Welcome to 'Fairyville' my friends, " Maverick grinned maliciously.