"I reckon it was really stupid of these magic-y people to only give us a
week to get ready. I mean seriously, it's ridiculous!" Jess said pacing the
waiting room of the airport.
The past week the girls had spent their time 1) Shopping for supplies for there time at Hogwarts, i.e., batteries, CD's, coke-a-cola. 2) Burning there old school uniform, promising to never, ever wear moron plad again 3) Getting as much money off there parents as they could 4) Miranda saying goodbye to Michael, this took a total of 3 days to happen 5) Saying good bye to all of there friends, particularly Emma, whom was really the only one who mattered out of all of there friends. (When they were saying good-bye to Kate, she gave her 'I'm too good for you, what the hell do you think you are doing you immature little twits!' face that the group had all come to know and hate (despite the fact that Miranda and jess weren't too keen on Kate, it still did not dismiss the fact that they would miss her, and her dumbness.)
"Jess just calm down ok, we have got everything packed right?"
"Yeah, I think so, I mean we have our Discmans, batteries, CD's, coke, clothes, make-up."
"Well, if we have everything . . . SIT THE FUCK DOWN!" Miranda accidentally yelled at Jess. The whole room went quite, she turned around and glared at the very few people in the waiting room.
"So . .," Miranda continued, "I can't believe this is actually happening, I mean really happening"
"It's so exciting. What do we have to do when we get there again?"
Miranda went searching through her carry-on bag for the second letter that had been sent to them 2 days before hand.
"It says that once we get to London that we have to wait for someone to come and get us."
"Who?"
"It doesn't say, just that someone will come and get us and take us to our accommodation,"
"Shit, so there is a possibility that no-one will be there to pick us up and that we will be stranded in London, with no were to go, and no place to sleep, and no way of getting home, and oh no I've gone cross-eyed," Jess exclaimed whilst crossing her eyes. Both girls began to giggle.
"Yeah, I suppose that could happen but they wouldn't leave us there," Miranda said trying to reassure not only Jess but herself.
* "Yawn" Jess said whilst yawning.
"Tired?"
"How did you know?" she said sarcastically, turning to look at Miranda.
She was about to say something more but her eyes were drawn to a figure standing in the darkness. All that escaped her open mouth was a gasp. The man was FINE! He had dirty, ripped jeans, and a green top. His face was slender with very visible cheek bones, you could see the stubble on his face, and his hair was a dark chocolate-y brown and was dirty.
"Miranda, don't look, but there is a guy standing behind you, who looks like Viggo Mortensen,"
She spun around, and sure enough the man standing in the corner looked almost exactly like Aragorn from LOTR. There was something about him that she could not put her finger on. He wasn't wrong, but he wasn't all together right, he confused her. This resulted in her staring at him for a long period of time, Jess could see the trade mark fangirl drool at the corner of her mouth, and the smile creep across her face.
"Miranda!" Jess said, forcing Miranda's face away from the viggo-clone, "Stop staring at him!"
"Bloody hell, Jess I can look at who ever I want to look at, for however long," she said sticking her nose in the air and straining her neck to get a good view of him.
"He's gone!"
"What?"
"He like disappeared!"
"That can't be," but sure enough when Jess looked over there was no one to be seen, just an empty shadow.
"Weird"
"We are now boarding rows 1-17 on flight 937, non-stop to London," the Annoying voice came over the P.A.
"That's us," Miranda said, bending down and collecting her carry-on bag, and her guitar case.
As the man in the shadows watched the two girls collect there things off the floor, he pondered, how on earth such power could be concealed in two little packages. They were only little girls, completely oblivious of what is to come. Yet, last time, it was just a 14 year old boy, maybe these girls did have power.
As Miranda and Jess were entering the plane, a chill went up both girls backs, they suddenly turned around and gazed right at the shadowed figure. "Do you feel that?" Miranda asked Jess.
"Like you're being watched?"
"Yeah"
"I feel it too".
*
The plane trip was hell. All of the lights were turned off because 'All the passengers were trying to sleep'. Jess threw-up at least once. Both of them were too excited to sleep, and couldn't get over the fact that this was really happening. They kept asking the flight attendants for food and drink and nuts, seeing as this was all paid in advance. They talked only to be told to be quiet, by the total of 3 other passengers. So they tried to read, but were to excited to pay attention to there books. Their anxiousness eventually over came them resulting in games such as commandos, which involved weaving in and out and climbing over the seats.
* "I miss Emma," Jess said sounding bored.
They had been waiting for someone to pick them up for almost an hour. The effects of last nights lack of sleep had finally taken a tole on the two girls, resulting in Miranda lying down with her head on Jess's lap, practically asleep. Miranda's reply to Jess's comment a mumble about cheese and llama's.
Jess rubbed her eyes, when she opened them, they were blurry and she could barley see, she rubbed her eyes again but the blurriness was still there. Each time she rubbed her eyes, they became harder to open, until they were shut. So there were both girls one asleep sitting down on the floor with her back propped up against the wall, the other fast asleep on her lap.
Just as she had started to 'rest her eyes', a very large man walked in through the automatic doors, having to bend over to fit in the door. He was very large, both vertically and horizontally, he would've been at least 3 times the size of Jess and Miranda put together, both of them being rather slender girls. If the airport had not been completely deserted, the arrival of this giant sized man would have caused a commotion.
Spotting the two girls against the wall, he walked over to them taking giant steps,
"Sorry 'bout that," he said having to strain his neck to look down at the two girls. "Ruebus Hagrids' tha' name, keeper of keys and grounds at 'owarts is ma' game," he said with a proud chuckle. He had always wanted to say that.
No answer came from the two girls, who had not looked up at him this whole time. Being the attention drawing man that he is, it was odd for the girls not to stare or gasp.
"Look I know I was late an' all, but tha's no reason not to talk to me,"
"Nomumidunwannagotoschooltoday," was his only reply, this coming from the girl propped up against the wall. He finally got what was happening; here he was getting angry at someone who didn't even know he was there, the sweet little things, particularly the one that was curled up on the other ones lap.
Carefully as he could, as not to disturb, in his eyes, the two sleeping pixies, he loaded there luggage onto a motorcycle parked out side of the automatic doors. Next he came back to the two girls and, with one in each arm carried them to the motorcycle.
Jess woke up briefly, she felt like she was being carried by pillows, that smelt like cinnamon and tea, she didn't care how it was happening, she felt safe, and went back to sleep.
The past week the girls had spent their time 1) Shopping for supplies for there time at Hogwarts, i.e., batteries, CD's, coke-a-cola. 2) Burning there old school uniform, promising to never, ever wear moron plad again 3) Getting as much money off there parents as they could 4) Miranda saying goodbye to Michael, this took a total of 3 days to happen 5) Saying good bye to all of there friends, particularly Emma, whom was really the only one who mattered out of all of there friends. (When they were saying good-bye to Kate, she gave her 'I'm too good for you, what the hell do you think you are doing you immature little twits!' face that the group had all come to know and hate (despite the fact that Miranda and jess weren't too keen on Kate, it still did not dismiss the fact that they would miss her, and her dumbness.)
"Jess just calm down ok, we have got everything packed right?"
"Yeah, I think so, I mean we have our Discmans, batteries, CD's, coke, clothes, make-up."
"Well, if we have everything . . . SIT THE FUCK DOWN!" Miranda accidentally yelled at Jess. The whole room went quite, she turned around and glared at the very few people in the waiting room.
"So . .," Miranda continued, "I can't believe this is actually happening, I mean really happening"
"It's so exciting. What do we have to do when we get there again?"
Miranda went searching through her carry-on bag for the second letter that had been sent to them 2 days before hand.
"It says that once we get to London that we have to wait for someone to come and get us."
"Who?"
"It doesn't say, just that someone will come and get us and take us to our accommodation,"
"Shit, so there is a possibility that no-one will be there to pick us up and that we will be stranded in London, with no were to go, and no place to sleep, and no way of getting home, and oh no I've gone cross-eyed," Jess exclaimed whilst crossing her eyes. Both girls began to giggle.
"Yeah, I suppose that could happen but they wouldn't leave us there," Miranda said trying to reassure not only Jess but herself.
* "Yawn" Jess said whilst yawning.
"Tired?"
"How did you know?" she said sarcastically, turning to look at Miranda.
She was about to say something more but her eyes were drawn to a figure standing in the darkness. All that escaped her open mouth was a gasp. The man was FINE! He had dirty, ripped jeans, and a green top. His face was slender with very visible cheek bones, you could see the stubble on his face, and his hair was a dark chocolate-y brown and was dirty.
"Miranda, don't look, but there is a guy standing behind you, who looks like Viggo Mortensen,"
She spun around, and sure enough the man standing in the corner looked almost exactly like Aragorn from LOTR. There was something about him that she could not put her finger on. He wasn't wrong, but he wasn't all together right, he confused her. This resulted in her staring at him for a long period of time, Jess could see the trade mark fangirl drool at the corner of her mouth, and the smile creep across her face.
"Miranda!" Jess said, forcing Miranda's face away from the viggo-clone, "Stop staring at him!"
"Bloody hell, Jess I can look at who ever I want to look at, for however long," she said sticking her nose in the air and straining her neck to get a good view of him.
"He's gone!"
"What?"
"He like disappeared!"
"That can't be," but sure enough when Jess looked over there was no one to be seen, just an empty shadow.
"Weird"
"We are now boarding rows 1-17 on flight 937, non-stop to London," the Annoying voice came over the P.A.
"That's us," Miranda said, bending down and collecting her carry-on bag, and her guitar case.
As the man in the shadows watched the two girls collect there things off the floor, he pondered, how on earth such power could be concealed in two little packages. They were only little girls, completely oblivious of what is to come. Yet, last time, it was just a 14 year old boy, maybe these girls did have power.
As Miranda and Jess were entering the plane, a chill went up both girls backs, they suddenly turned around and gazed right at the shadowed figure. "Do you feel that?" Miranda asked Jess.
"Like you're being watched?"
"Yeah"
"I feel it too".
*
The plane trip was hell. All of the lights were turned off because 'All the passengers were trying to sleep'. Jess threw-up at least once. Both of them were too excited to sleep, and couldn't get over the fact that this was really happening. They kept asking the flight attendants for food and drink and nuts, seeing as this was all paid in advance. They talked only to be told to be quiet, by the total of 3 other passengers. So they tried to read, but were to excited to pay attention to there books. Their anxiousness eventually over came them resulting in games such as commandos, which involved weaving in and out and climbing over the seats.
* "I miss Emma," Jess said sounding bored.
They had been waiting for someone to pick them up for almost an hour. The effects of last nights lack of sleep had finally taken a tole on the two girls, resulting in Miranda lying down with her head on Jess's lap, practically asleep. Miranda's reply to Jess's comment a mumble about cheese and llama's.
Jess rubbed her eyes, when she opened them, they were blurry and she could barley see, she rubbed her eyes again but the blurriness was still there. Each time she rubbed her eyes, they became harder to open, until they were shut. So there were both girls one asleep sitting down on the floor with her back propped up against the wall, the other fast asleep on her lap.
Just as she had started to 'rest her eyes', a very large man walked in through the automatic doors, having to bend over to fit in the door. He was very large, both vertically and horizontally, he would've been at least 3 times the size of Jess and Miranda put together, both of them being rather slender girls. If the airport had not been completely deserted, the arrival of this giant sized man would have caused a commotion.
Spotting the two girls against the wall, he walked over to them taking giant steps,
"Sorry 'bout that," he said having to strain his neck to look down at the two girls. "Ruebus Hagrids' tha' name, keeper of keys and grounds at 'owarts is ma' game," he said with a proud chuckle. He had always wanted to say that.
No answer came from the two girls, who had not looked up at him this whole time. Being the attention drawing man that he is, it was odd for the girls not to stare or gasp.
"Look I know I was late an' all, but tha's no reason not to talk to me,"
"Nomumidunwannagotoschooltoday," was his only reply, this coming from the girl propped up against the wall. He finally got what was happening; here he was getting angry at someone who didn't even know he was there, the sweet little things, particularly the one that was curled up on the other ones lap.
Carefully as he could, as not to disturb, in his eyes, the two sleeping pixies, he loaded there luggage onto a motorcycle parked out side of the automatic doors. Next he came back to the two girls and, with one in each arm carried them to the motorcycle.
Jess woke up briefly, she felt like she was being carried by pillows, that smelt like cinnamon and tea, she didn't care how it was happening, she felt safe, and went back to sleep.