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"Goddam it, Kristy, put that stupid worm back!" Wren snapped.
"I can't put fluffy back, he's just too cute!" her friend cooed back, cupping
the small caterpillar she had found moments before.
"It's just a worm, I mean come on how thick could you get ?" Wren said,
stopping what she was doing to stare incredulously at the tall blonde. "I'm
going to laugh when you drop that thing in the cauldron.
"Come here little fluffy!" Kristy said in a little baby voice, ignoring Wren, "
come here, little fl-, oh NO!" She had indeed dropped the little creature in
the cauldron. The steady stream of light purple smoke intensified and
turned an acid green. The girls coughed and stumbled out of the haze,
lungs filled with the stuff.
"I don't hate to say it, so I will: told you so!" Wren said after they had
caught their breaths. Kristy's eyes fill with tears, making Wren feel guilty.
"Oh, suck it up buttercup, I'm sorry. "
"Oh, my stomach hurts, I feel kind of sick," Kristy began to complain,
clutching her middle.
"I apologized, get over it!"
"No it's not tha-"
BOOM
Each had felt a sudden jerking pull behind their navels. Without warning
they were pulled into a spinning pruple void, falling backwards at a great
speed.
"Oh bloody hell, I think I'm gonna be sick!" Kristy groaned still clutching her
stomach.
"Now's not the best time," Wren reprimanded.
Right then. . .
THUMP
They landed in the laps of 2 very unsuspecting people. Kristy jumped off
whom she had landed on almost instantly. The boy looked highly surprised
and ran a hand through his already messy black hair nervously.
Wren, who was also on the lap of a good-looking raven-haired boy, just sat
there, and leaned back into him, gazing around the room in wonder.
"Aren't you going to get off him?" Kristy asked Wren, gazing around the
room. She recognized the old man with long white hair immediately. "Holy
Shi-" Kristy stopped suddenly, noticing the warning look that the elderly
man gave her, and she finished with: "cow."
"No, I'm quite comfy, thanks." Wren declared with a matter-of-factly tone.
The boy smiled, making his dark blue eyes light up, and nodded in
agreement, staring at the pretty brunette on his lap in a mixture of
astonishment and bewilderment.
"This looks awfully familiar," Kristy continued. Suddenly she knew what it
was, and snapped her fingers, stuttering for the word on the tip of her
tongue. "Oh, I know this! Polly...Parsely, Partner, Partner..."
"Potter?" suggested a boy with sandy brown hair and brown-gold eyes. He
had been the quietest thus far, sitting the closest to a redhead in the
corner.
"Potter! That's the one!" Kristy exclaimed.
"What?" and the boy with the untidy black hair, whom she had landed on,
replied.
"Uh, no, she means Harry-" Wren began.
The girl with the beautiful crimson hair and bright green eyes interrupted
with: "I like that name."
"I'm guessing you are, then, say, Professor Dumbledore?" Wren asked
the bearded man behind the large desk.
"Yes, I am," he said, before turning to address all the teenagers who had
been there before them. " Misters Potter, Lupin, Blackand Pettigrew, and
Miss Evans, this seems to be of more importance at the moment. I will get
back to you as soon as I can. Please go back to your dormitories we'll deal
with this, erm...crisis in the morning,"
Wren and the good-looking boy she had landed on groaned disappointedly
in unison. He gave her a half smile, his dark blue eyes twinkling, lifted her
off his lap, followed his friends out the door. Wren blinked her large olive-
green eyes and sat back down, looking absently at the paintings around
the room.
"Excuse me if this sounds rude, but who are you?" asked
Dumbledore, utterly perplexed for once in his, er, VERY long life.
"Oh, sorry, I'm Kristy Carlson, and this is my friend, Wren Stevens," said
Kristy sticking out her hand for Dumbledore could shake it. He did.
"I see. Do you think you could tell me how you got here?" Dumbledore
asked.
"Alright, we, um… wait I don't really remember." Wren said.
"Sit down before you hurt yourself," Wren said exasperated. "Okay,
so anyways, we were all like putting stuff in this giant pot like thing that we
had found. That's when Kristy here dropped that dumb worm of hers into
the pot, then boom we were here."
"Ahhh, I see. Could you describe the 'worm' in question here?"
Dumbledore asked.
"It was light green, about ye long," Kristy said, showing a space of
about and inch with her fingers. "With orange fuzz and it had these really
cute, big yellow eyes, and even had bluish purple eyelashes!"
"Ah, the infamous larva of the Great Winged Fuzzitopiafly, usually
made of butter," the ancient headmaster said immediately. The two girls
stared at him in wonder. Wondering how he kept info like that in a head
covered in mounds of white hair.
"K..." the girls said slowly in unison.
"What year did you say you came from?" Dumbledore said.
"2004," they replied.
"Here it is 1976." he replied.
"Um, was that by any chance, Sirius Black, James and Lily Potter,
Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin?" Wren asked again.
"Yes to all, albeit Lily's surname is Evans," the professor said. "This is a
predicament. I am not quite sure what we are going to do."
"If I might be so bold as to suggest something," Wren spoke up. "We
could stay here and study magic. Assuming we are at Hogwarts, that is."
"You are, and yes, I suppose you could. I would have to speak to
Minerva. Professor McGonagall, she is the-" But Kristy interrupted him.
"The transfiguration teacher and the Deputy Headmistress," she said,
finishing his sentence.
"How is it you two know all of this?" asked Dumbledore.
"Well, there is this book, and it pretty much described all of this, only
forward in time though. It is somewhat spooky really, how well the author
described everything," Wren said, as she was gazing around the room.
They heard a sudden scrambling outside the door, followed by the
door opening and a tall, thin woman with black hair in a tight bun an square
spectacles entering. In a death grip she had the two boys they had landed
on.
"I found these two trying to listen to your conversation," the woman
said, a hint of an accent in her voice. The boys struggled out of her hands,
sitting down in two empty chairs.
"It's not like we heard anything," the boy with longer black hair and
blue eyes, Sirius Black, said, crossing his arms defiantly.
"Yes, that would be because I put a silencing charm on the room,"
Dumbledore replied with a grin hidden behind his massive amounts of hair.
"Alrighty then," Wren said, clapping her hands together. "Well, chop!
Chop! Let's get sorted, I'm tired and your guys' time is all wacked off, so I
would appreciate SLEEP right now!"
"So you can meet the guy of your dreams?" Sirius drawled, slinging
his arm around Wren's shoulders. "He's right here."
"Really? Because I don't see Johnny Depp or HDG anywhere in this
room," Wren said.
"Orlando Bloom is better, and I don't see Tommy or Tom Felton,"
Kristy added.
"Um, ew on Orlando Bloom, he's fugly," Wren argued.
"You just like to argue things," Kristy obsereved.
"Yes."
"Okay then."
"Right."
"Johnny Depp's hot."
"I'm not saying he's not..."
"And so is Viggo Mortensen."
"Okay, that's just creepy, you have problems with older guys," Kristy
said, pretending to be disgusted.
"And convicted mass murderers, apparently," Wren replied, looking at
Sirius pointedly.
"Hm, yes, those too," Kristy said thoughfully.
"Fine, if you'd like to be sorted now, then feel free to try on the
Sorting Hat," Dumbledore said, handing it to Wren. She sat back down into
the chair and put the tattered wizard's hat on her head.
"Hm, interesting," it whispered in her head. "You're very loyal to
friends, Hufflepuff would be good for that..."
'Oh, god no!' Wren thought in her head.
"Don't worry, I won't place you there, you're too smart and have too
much bravery for that...but bravery clashes with common sense, which
would do good in Ravenclaw...then again, you have the sense of humor of
a Slytherin."
"Oh yes, let's place me in a house based on my sense of humor,
that'll work out perfectly," Wren said out loud, sarcastically.
"See? That's what I mean, you're very sarcastic."
"It works for me."
"Yes, actually, it does. You are very intelligent, but your bravery is
standing out here, and you seem very anti-evil. Yes, you are quite
courageous, I mean, not many people are brave enough to speak to me
this way for fear that they will be placed in a crappy house...or maybe I'm
mistaking stupidity for bravery...possibly, but you seem awfully smart for
that..."
"GET ON WITH IT, WILL YOU?!" Wren shouted at it. "God, I don't
need to hear every story since the beginning of this damn school, hurry
up!"
"Yes, that showed quite a bit of bravery," the hat said stiffly out lous,
and everyone could hear it. "Fine, bitch, GRYFFINDOR!"
Wren got up, throwing the hat to Kristy with a grim smile.
"Beware, it talks more than you and I combined in English!" Wren
said to the blonde as she placed the hat on her head.
"I resent that!" the hat said indignantly. Then he began to whisper in
Kristy's ear as well. "Hm...well, definitely not Slytherin material...you're
smart enough to get into Raveclaw, but not dedicated to schoolwork, and
you lack common sense...that'd do good for Gryffindor...you're loyal, but
you apparently resent Hufflepuffs, don't you? Yes...Well, bravery is
standing out in you, or, as I said before with the loud one over there, it
could just be stupidity, so GRYFFINDOR it is you!"
"Score!" Kristy said happily, standing up and taking the hat off.
Dumbledore took it and set it back on the shelf.
"I'm getting too old for this..." the hat said through a yawn before
falling asleep.
"Well, then, I'm sure these two boys will be happy to show you to
your new common room, especially as Mr. Black seems so attached to
you, Miss Stevens," Dumbledore said with a smile, observing Sirius' arm
taht was lazily draped over Wren's shoulders.
"Shutup, you senile old man," Wren snapped. Dumbledore just
smiled.
"What's he smoking?" Kristy whispered in her ear, making the shorter
girl laugh. With that they followed their new clasmates to the Gryffindor
Tower.
"Goddam it, Kristy, put that stupid worm back!" Wren snapped.
"I can't put fluffy back, he's just too cute!" her friend cooed back, cupping
the small caterpillar she had found moments before.
"It's just a worm, I mean come on how thick could you get ?" Wren said,
stopping what she was doing to stare incredulously at the tall blonde. "I'm
going to laugh when you drop that thing in the cauldron.
"Come here little fluffy!" Kristy said in a little baby voice, ignoring Wren, "
come here, little fl-, oh NO!" She had indeed dropped the little creature in
the cauldron. The steady stream of light purple smoke intensified and
turned an acid green. The girls coughed and stumbled out of the haze,
lungs filled with the stuff.
"I don't hate to say it, so I will: told you so!" Wren said after they had
caught their breaths. Kristy's eyes fill with tears, making Wren feel guilty.
"Oh, suck it up buttercup, I'm sorry. "
"Oh, my stomach hurts, I feel kind of sick," Kristy began to complain,
clutching her middle.
"I apologized, get over it!"
"No it's not tha-"
BOOM
Each had felt a sudden jerking pull behind their navels. Without warning
they were pulled into a spinning pruple void, falling backwards at a great
speed.
"Oh bloody hell, I think I'm gonna be sick!" Kristy groaned still clutching her
stomach.
"Now's not the best time," Wren reprimanded.
Right then. . .
THUMP
They landed in the laps of 2 very unsuspecting people. Kristy jumped off
whom she had landed on almost instantly. The boy looked highly surprised
and ran a hand through his already messy black hair nervously.
Wren, who was also on the lap of a good-looking raven-haired boy, just sat
there, and leaned back into him, gazing around the room in wonder.
"Aren't you going to get off him?" Kristy asked Wren, gazing around the
room. She recognized the old man with long white hair immediately. "Holy
Shi-" Kristy stopped suddenly, noticing the warning look that the elderly
man gave her, and she finished with: "cow."
"No, I'm quite comfy, thanks." Wren declared with a matter-of-factly tone.
The boy smiled, making his dark blue eyes light up, and nodded in
agreement, staring at the pretty brunette on his lap in a mixture of
astonishment and bewilderment.
"This looks awfully familiar," Kristy continued. Suddenly she knew what it
was, and snapped her fingers, stuttering for the word on the tip of her
tongue. "Oh, I know this! Polly...Parsely, Partner, Partner..."
"Potter?" suggested a boy with sandy brown hair and brown-gold eyes. He
had been the quietest thus far, sitting the closest to a redhead in the
corner.
"Potter! That's the one!" Kristy exclaimed.
"What?" and the boy with the untidy black hair, whom she had landed on,
replied.
"Uh, no, she means Harry-" Wren began.
The girl with the beautiful crimson hair and bright green eyes interrupted
with: "I like that name."
"I'm guessing you are, then, say, Professor Dumbledore?" Wren asked
the bearded man behind the large desk.
"Yes, I am," he said, before turning to address all the teenagers who had
been there before them. " Misters Potter, Lupin, Blackand Pettigrew, and
Miss Evans, this seems to be of more importance at the moment. I will get
back to you as soon as I can. Please go back to your dormitories we'll deal
with this, erm...crisis in the morning,"
Wren and the good-looking boy she had landed on groaned disappointedly
in unison. He gave her a half smile, his dark blue eyes twinkling, lifted her
off his lap, followed his friends out the door. Wren blinked her large olive-
green eyes and sat back down, looking absently at the paintings around
the room.
"Excuse me if this sounds rude, but who are you?" asked
Dumbledore, utterly perplexed for once in his, er, VERY long life.
"Oh, sorry, I'm Kristy Carlson, and this is my friend, Wren Stevens," said
Kristy sticking out her hand for Dumbledore could shake it. He did.
"I see. Do you think you could tell me how you got here?" Dumbledore
asked.
"Alright, we, um… wait I don't really remember." Wren said.
"Sit down before you hurt yourself," Wren said exasperated. "Okay,
so anyways, we were all like putting stuff in this giant pot like thing that we
had found. That's when Kristy here dropped that dumb worm of hers into
the pot, then boom we were here."
"Ahhh, I see. Could you describe the 'worm' in question here?"
Dumbledore asked.
"It was light green, about ye long," Kristy said, showing a space of
about and inch with her fingers. "With orange fuzz and it had these really
cute, big yellow eyes, and even had bluish purple eyelashes!"
"Ah, the infamous larva of the Great Winged Fuzzitopiafly, usually
made of butter," the ancient headmaster said immediately. The two girls
stared at him in wonder. Wondering how he kept info like that in a head
covered in mounds of white hair.
"K..." the girls said slowly in unison.
"What year did you say you came from?" Dumbledore said.
"2004," they replied.
"Here it is 1976." he replied.
"Um, was that by any chance, Sirius Black, James and Lily Potter,
Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin?" Wren asked again.
"Yes to all, albeit Lily's surname is Evans," the professor said. "This is a
predicament. I am not quite sure what we are going to do."
"If I might be so bold as to suggest something," Wren spoke up. "We
could stay here and study magic. Assuming we are at Hogwarts, that is."
"You are, and yes, I suppose you could. I would have to speak to
Minerva. Professor McGonagall, she is the-" But Kristy interrupted him.
"The transfiguration teacher and the Deputy Headmistress," she said,
finishing his sentence.
"How is it you two know all of this?" asked Dumbledore.
"Well, there is this book, and it pretty much described all of this, only
forward in time though. It is somewhat spooky really, how well the author
described everything," Wren said, as she was gazing around the room.
They heard a sudden scrambling outside the door, followed by the
door opening and a tall, thin woman with black hair in a tight bun an square
spectacles entering. In a death grip she had the two boys they had landed
on.
"I found these two trying to listen to your conversation," the woman
said, a hint of an accent in her voice. The boys struggled out of her hands,
sitting down in two empty chairs.
"It's not like we heard anything," the boy with longer black hair and
blue eyes, Sirius Black, said, crossing his arms defiantly.
"Yes, that would be because I put a silencing charm on the room,"
Dumbledore replied with a grin hidden behind his massive amounts of hair.
"Alrighty then," Wren said, clapping her hands together. "Well, chop!
Chop! Let's get sorted, I'm tired and your guys' time is all wacked off, so I
would appreciate SLEEP right now!"
"So you can meet the guy of your dreams?" Sirius drawled, slinging
his arm around Wren's shoulders. "He's right here."
"Really? Because I don't see Johnny Depp or HDG anywhere in this
room," Wren said.
"Orlando Bloom is better, and I don't see Tommy or Tom Felton,"
Kristy added.
"Um, ew on Orlando Bloom, he's fugly," Wren argued.
"You just like to argue things," Kristy obsereved.
"Yes."
"Okay then."
"Right."
"Johnny Depp's hot."
"I'm not saying he's not..."
"And so is Viggo Mortensen."
"Okay, that's just creepy, you have problems with older guys," Kristy
said, pretending to be disgusted.
"And convicted mass murderers, apparently," Wren replied, looking at
Sirius pointedly.
"Hm, yes, those too," Kristy said thoughfully.
"Fine, if you'd like to be sorted now, then feel free to try on the
Sorting Hat," Dumbledore said, handing it to Wren. She sat back down into
the chair and put the tattered wizard's hat on her head.
"Hm, interesting," it whispered in her head. "You're very loyal to
friends, Hufflepuff would be good for that..."
'Oh, god no!' Wren thought in her head.
"Don't worry, I won't place you there, you're too smart and have too
much bravery for that...but bravery clashes with common sense, which
would do good in Ravenclaw...then again, you have the sense of humor of
a Slytherin."
"Oh yes, let's place me in a house based on my sense of humor,
that'll work out perfectly," Wren said out loud, sarcastically.
"See? That's what I mean, you're very sarcastic."
"It works for me."
"Yes, actually, it does. You are very intelligent, but your bravery is
standing out here, and you seem very anti-evil. Yes, you are quite
courageous, I mean, not many people are brave enough to speak to me
this way for fear that they will be placed in a crappy house...or maybe I'm
mistaking stupidity for bravery...possibly, but you seem awfully smart for
that..."
"GET ON WITH IT, WILL YOU?!" Wren shouted at it. "God, I don't
need to hear every story since the beginning of this damn school, hurry
up!"
"Yes, that showed quite a bit of bravery," the hat said stiffly out lous,
and everyone could hear it. "Fine, bitch, GRYFFINDOR!"
Wren got up, throwing the hat to Kristy with a grim smile.
"Beware, it talks more than you and I combined in English!" Wren
said to the blonde as she placed the hat on her head.
"I resent that!" the hat said indignantly. Then he began to whisper in
Kristy's ear as well. "Hm...well, definitely not Slytherin material...you're
smart enough to get into Raveclaw, but not dedicated to schoolwork, and
you lack common sense...that'd do good for Gryffindor...you're loyal, but
you apparently resent Hufflepuffs, don't you? Yes...Well, bravery is
standing out in you, or, as I said before with the loud one over there, it
could just be stupidity, so GRYFFINDOR it is you!"
"Score!" Kristy said happily, standing up and taking the hat off.
Dumbledore took it and set it back on the shelf.
"I'm getting too old for this..." the hat said through a yawn before
falling asleep.
"Well, then, I'm sure these two boys will be happy to show you to
your new common room, especially as Mr. Black seems so attached to
you, Miss Stevens," Dumbledore said with a smile, observing Sirius' arm
taht was lazily draped over Wren's shoulders.
"Shutup, you senile old man," Wren snapped. Dumbledore just
smiled.
"What's he smoking?" Kristy whispered in her ear, making the shorter
girl laugh. With that they followed their new clasmates to the Gryffindor
Tower.