Surprise! Surprise! And Lots of Water

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Ev woke sooner than she would have liked, nine o'clock. She sat up slowly in her bed, realizing as she did so that she was wearing her work clothes. A bright smile lit up her face. It was her day off!

Practically skipping out of bed, she hopped into the bathroom for a quick shower. Once out she changed into a pair of naturally faded pants (hate the already faded kind) and a blue tank top with monkeys on it. (Go here to see it

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Realizing that she had none of her school supplies, she went into her roommate's room. Seeing the telltale sign that she was there, a pile of blonde hair on the pillow, Ev went up and grabbed the comforter, pulling it off of Dervila (her real name was Deirbhile; don't ask how you come up with Dervila, even she didn't know; all she knew was it was Irish). Dervila was a 23-year-old witch, seven years older than Ev. She didn't work as a witch though; she worked at a college as a professor of medieval literature. Over the summer she slept late, tired after staying up so late reading Chaucer or whoever.

Vila, as she liked to be called, groaned and reached out for the comforter, not even opening her eyes.

"Come on Vila, you have to show me where to get my supplies for Hogwarts."

"No. Sleep, good. Moving, BAD." She gave a gentle snore.

"Brian's here!" Ev said, mentioning Vila's boyfriend.

"But I'm not even cute yet!" Vila jumped up, clearly awake. She looked at Ev, who wasn't even trying to hold in her laugh. "Witch," she muttered, going over to her closet and grabbing a pair of white shorts and a black long sleeved t-shirt. "Yeah?" Ev retorted. Vila rolled her eyes.

Ev left so she could change, and only had to wait for a couple minutes. Vila walked out, like Ev not even bothering or caring to put on make-up; whom were they trying to impress?

Not that long later, Ev and Vila stood in the streets of Diagon Alley. "Holy Mother of Jesus," Ev muttered. Vila smiled.

They started strolling along the streets looking through the windows at all the supplies. "This is a lot different than the shops on Eagle Alley in America," Ev said to her. "In America everything looks clean and knew. Not so here." She paused for a minute. "I like this place better!"

She looked at the list in her hand and they spent the next hour and a half buying her school things. Finally they were pretty sure they had everything. Seeing Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, they sat down and ordered ice cream. As she leaned down for her first lick, Ev saw a familiar figure pass by, two to be exact. Turning her head she saw two heads of black hair, one longer than the other, and a longhaired redhead between them. They met up with a blondish-brown haired guy and then started walking back the way they came.

"Shit," Ev muttered. Leaning down in the chair as far as she could until her stomach was parallel with her knees, she put her hand next to her face and looked to her left as the group passed on her right. After they were safely 20 feet away she heaved a sigh of relief.

"Did I miss something'?" she asked, looking perplexed. "I waited on them yesterday at the restaurant," she answered, not sounding happy, "The one with the long hair's an ass." "Stop swearing," Dervila reprimanded. She was very religious and was adamant that she would not allow Ev to swear around her.

"Sorry." %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% A week later, the night before school was to start, Everard was packing her trunk, randomly throwing clothes and books and supplies in. Humming to herself slightly, she thought about the upcoming school year. No one knew her, knew about her. No one knew her secret. No one knew what she was hiding from everyone in the world. She paused, looking straight ahead and out her window, the sun in her eyes. "I can be anyone," she reflected to herself.

She could be a popular person; be nice and kind and friendly. She could go to dances and get good grades. She could be punk; dress in all black, wear ties, not care what anyone thought. Or she could be a bitch; she could be rude and sarcastic and shy away from making friends, be a loner, a lone wolf, a recluse, a hermit. She laughed to herself, thinking that she was more like the two latter. Not giving a fuck what anyone thought sarcasm was her specialty. Some might call it cynicism. As she threw the last book in her trunk, she grinned.

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Once through, they both paused for breath. Ev laughed, "We're always late for everything." They both laughed, thinking about all the times they went to the movies, only to be slightly late, even if they had planned on going for hours.

They started laughing harder, Vila leaning on the trunk for support. She accidentally snorted and they set off in a fresh set of giggles. Then they heard the screeching of the train as it started chugging down the track.

"Shit," Ev yelled, grabbing her trunk and running toward the train, which was picking up speed.

"Don't swear!"

Having made it to the door, Ev reached forward and snatched it open. Using up her strength, she grabbed her trunk and threw it in. Before she was able to get in herself, the wind whipped the door shut. It was then she felt the drop of rain on her face. The door flew ahead of her and the only thing she saw was windows. Not thinking, she just grabbed onto the groove under the window and put her feet on the railing at the bottom. Looking down she thought, maybe this wasn't a good idea. Looking into the window, she groaned but promptly forgot that as the train flew into a tunnel.

The walls were mighty close, she could tell by the wall skimming her back. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. She felt the wall coming in on her and imagined herself stuck under the rubble. Wide open spaces. Wide open spaces, a meadow, a valley, large . . . cages, coffins, collapsing buildings. Just then they left the tunnel and Ev felt the wind in her hair and took a deep breath of cold air. But then she felt the wet, and was promptly soaked with rain.

Letting go with one hand she knocked on the dripping window, the wind blowing her dark brown hair in her face. The people inside all looked at her with stunned looks on their faces.

"Open the fucking DOOR," she cried, her eyes glinting. Surprise, Surprise! The long, black-haired guy she'd waited on came up and quickly slid up the window, obviously not recognizing her in her unruly state. Then he jumped back, and with a heave on the bottom of the window, Ev dropped onto the floor with a very loud thud on her back.

"Pwuh. uhhhgh," she lay there gasping for breath, the wind knocked out of her. She opened her eyes to seven pairs of eyes looking at her. "Dayummmmm. That hurt like a mother." She flopped over and gasped for breath on her hands and knees, water dripping onto the floor. Grasping the edge of the seats, she pulled herself up. She sat down on one of the seats, the seven people still staring at her.

"Take a picture," she muttered, pulling her tangled, matted wet hair out of her face. Sirius and James gasped loudly. She smiled ruefully.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sirius said with disbelief in his voice. She smirked.

"Do you believe I was chasing you?" She retorted. "I'm a witch." "We all know that, but what are you doing here?" Ev glared at him. "You're really a witch? Wow, hell just froze over."

"That's too bad, I enjoy heat. Man, I'm gonna have to start being good, aren't I?" Ev said, her voice oozing sarcasm and mock relief.

"Wait a moment, back up! You guys know each other?" a redhead said, gesturing at Ev and Sirius.

"She waited on us at a restaurant once, Lily," James answered for Sirius.

"Oh."

"Well," said a brown-haired guy pleasantly, "it's nice to meet you. My name's Remus Lupin." "Everard Rhyahnnon," Ev said, shaking his hand. Pretty muscled, Remus thought, watching her muscles flex in her upper arm.

"Lily Evans," the redhead said. "Peter Pettigrew," a chubby guy said. "Arabella Figg," a pretty, brown-haired girl told her. "Rae Podmore," a short blonde said. Ev shook all their hands. Sirius and James just looked on, Sirius with a shocked look on his face.

"Wha. you.huh?" he spluttered.

Shrugging his shoulders, James gripped Ev's hand and shook it, saying, "James Potter." She smirked slightly at him.

"You're not a witch," Sirius burst out. "You're a.a"

"A what?"

"A biker!" She burst out laughing, leaning on the doorframe for support.

"A biker?" she said in between laughs. She sat down again on one of the seats, but then laugh ripped out of her again. "Wow, I can't breathe, but it was totally worth it," she said, wiping her eyes.

"Do you guys not like each other?" Rae asked.

"HE doesn't like me." Ev answered, glancing at Sirius. "What do you mean 'a biker'?"

"Look at you!" He waved his arms at her. She looked down at herself.

She was wearing jeans, not tight (I hate tight and not hip huggers, hate them too). They were naturally faded. She had a green camouflage shirt on that showed a couple inches of stomach, and a black leather jacket over that. On her hand was a turtle ring and she had an earring on her right eyebrow, which was arched right now. Around her neck on a silver chain hung a single ring. On another silver chain hung many pendants and charms and some rings in a jangled mess, which came up higher than the other necklace. Her dark brown hair was straight and went 8 inches past her shoulders. None of her tattoos were showing. She shrugged, not getting his point.

"What?"

"The camouflage, the leather jacket, and what kind of person wears a ring on a necklace?" Sirius said, cocking his head at her as if he had proved her guilty of murder.

"I don't like to wear it on my hand. It's like a promise; I don't make promises, and I don't promise to keep them," Ev answered to his question about the necklace. They all stared at her dumbly, like she was the crazy one. She clenched her jaw stubbornly at them for a second. "It's called a Celtic Claddagh. You know 'the hands are there for friendship; the heart is there for love. For loyalty throughout the year, the crown is raised above.'" She finished reciting this and looked at them. No understanding whatsoever, she thought.

She sighed exasperatedly and reached up and slid the dripping necklace off from around her very wet neck. She handed it to Remus. "The hands for friendship," she pointed to the hands, "the heart for love," she gestured at the heart the hands were holding, "and the crown for loyalty." She finished jabbing her finger at the crown the heart wore. "It's a Celtic token of affection."

All the girls 'wowed' appreciatively, not seeing, as the guys did, Ev roll her eyes in disgust. James pressed his lips together, trying not together, thinking of Lily and how wonderful she was and the fact she wouldn't like him inadvertently making fun of her.

She jerked the object abruptly out of their hands and replaced it around her neck. "I have to go get my trunk, I. threw it in earlier."

"Don't you want to get a towel or something and dry off?" asked Remus, gazing at her still dripping form.

"No," she answered, raising an eyebrow at him and shaking her wet stringy hair, "I like the rain." She then walked out of the compartment to get her trunk.

Ev walked down to the door through which she had not entered. Her trunk wasn't there. Son of a bi. she thought.

She walked into the first apartment she saw, and found herself looking in on a silver-haired boy and some large guys surrounding him along with 2 what-could-only-be-called-slutty girls.

"Yo, blonde," Ev said loudly, "you seen a trunk out here?"

At first the guy looked at her in surprise, but then his eyes roamed over her, staying too long just below her neck. Ev cleared her throat and looked at him pointedly. He jerked his head up and stood up, putting a suave smile on his face. He walked toward her. Ev turned around rolling her eyes.

"Well, well, well," he said, "and who are you? New?" Ev nodded. "I haven't seen a trunk but I will help you find it." He had a pompous look on his face.

"Thank you," she answered all the same.

"Maybe it's in here," he said, smirking, and leading her into a compartment that happened to be empty.

Ev skimmed the room. "Nope, not here."

"Wait a moment, don't go yet," the guy said, putting his arm in the doorway. "I don't even know your name. I'm Lucius Malfoy, winner of 10 owls."

"Right," Ev retorted dryly. "I'm Ev Rhyahnnon. I once drew a picture a picture of a butterfly that got me twelve gold stars."

Lucius ignored the comment and slowly walked toward her. "You sexy, did you know that?"

Her back was now to the window and he placed his hands on either side of her. "What do you wanna do?" He said this with an almost husky voice.

"I don't know. What do you wanna do?" Ev whispered innocently. A silly grin slowly came on his face. He placed his hand on her flat stomach and slid it down her thigh and then slowly back up. As soon as his hand touched a place no girl would like, Ev slowly drew in a deep breath. He smiled, obviously thinking she liked it.

Out of the corner of her eye, Ev saw the door open and Sirius' head peek in. His eyes widened and he made to come toward them, but Ev gave a slight shake of her head.

"Why are you so wet? I like it." Lucius slid his left hand and squeezed Ev's butt. "But we really should get you out of those clothes before you get too cold."

He wasn't expecting it, and Ev could tell by the glint in his eyes and the 'oof' that escaped from his lips when it happened. She had brought up her right knee with a powerful thrust right into her target, 'the place where the sun don't shine'. He slowly slid down onto his hands and knees, wheezing.

Sirius' eyes widened and his mouth fell open.

Ev cracked her knuckles while snapping her head down to the left and right, where she felt and heard a satisfying crack. "I'm definitely gonna get outta these clothes, but you, nor any horny guy, ain't gonna be there while it happens. Comprende?"

She brought up her foot and a loud thud was heard as it connected with Draco's stomach. He rolled onto his back, clutching at his stomach and a little lower, gasping. "If you ever touch me again, even on accident, I will cut off your balls and force them down your throat. Have you got that?!" Her voice rose to a loud yell with the last sentence."

Not waiting for an answer, since he couldn't give one, she stepped over him and past a still shocked Sirius and into the hall. She walked to the first compartment she'd been in and slammed the door angrily. The door opened a split second later and Sirius walked in, a dazed look on his face.

"What happened?" asked Lily, looking at Ev's face.

"Asshole," Ev burst out.

"What happened?" Remus asked, a puzzled look on his face.

"Son of a BITCH!"

"What happened?" Rae asked her head cocked slightly.

"He's such a dip wad, asswipe."

"What happened!" Everyone, except Sirius, screamed at once.

Ev looked up, obviously surprised to see them.

"Okay, geez. Have a little patience." Ev said, irritated. "That Malfoy PRICK," -here she yelled toward the door, "groped me."

"Oh my God, what'd you do?"

"I kicked his ass!" She said this like it was the most apparent thing to do.

"You kicked Malfoy's ass?" James chimed in.

"It was amazing!" Sirius yelled. He looked at Ev with respect in his eyes. "You are my god."

Her eyes widened in shock. "She kneed him right in the groin and then kicked him right in the gut." Sirius continued, "Malfoy dropped like a stone."

It was now Remus' turn to say something. "You shouldn't resort to violence."

Ev snorted, "Right, I should've just calmly asked him to stop and he would've." She stared at Remus and said thoughtfully to herself, "God must love stupid people; He made so many." Remus just looked at her calmly.

"So, where the hell is my trunk!"

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