Chapter 2: Being Called
In the hottest day so far in the summer, a tall, messy haired green- eyed boy sat lazily in the armchair of the Dursley's living room. The television was on, news was spoken but there was nothing on that interested him, or was clues to the wizarding world. Harry yawned.
Just then his Aunt Petunia sat down, looking through the mail. "Vernon Dursley, Vernon Dursley, Petunia Dursley, Vernon Dursley-" Aunt Petunia stopped and quickly shot a glance at Harry. "Sit up."
Harry obeyed slowly, and was about to reach for the remote to turn it to another news channel, when Petunia snatched it and changed the channel herself to a dramatic movie marathon. Harry rolled his eyes and got up, in search for something to do.
***
Jack Merridew sipped his tea politely as possible and looked round the table with tired eyes. His mother was engaged in her breakfast and his father was behind a newspaper. Then Jack's mother looked up.
"Jack, eat your porridge," She told him, looking at the untouched meal. "Go on."
Jack glared and lifted his spoon, spinning it through the plate. He lifted the spoon to his mouth and sipped. It was disgustingly cold. "It's cold," Jack said loudly, just as the maid came in.
"Well of course, after leaving it there to cool," Jack's mother took the mail the maid offered and started looking through them. "Dear, where are you going today?"
"The Hanson's, mum," Jack said for the hundredth time. "Ha-"
"There is mail for you," Jack's mother said, giving it to the maid to give to Jack. "Who's it from, more of your friends from that- island..."
At this, the room was silent and Jack's father gave his wife a cold glance.
Jack felt suddenly cold. The island was a subject that was the worse to talk about, how Jack was when he was there, and the boys he met...
Jack looked at the letter. "No return address," He started to rip it when his mother spoke.
"Not at the table, Jack. Finish your meal."
Jack narrowed his eyes, and his mother was focused on the mail. Jack looked at his parents if they were watching him and poured the cold porridge in a nearby tree pot. Jack smiled at his success though the maid gave him a disgusted look.
Jack waited awhile, drinking his tea and announced he was done and took the letter upstairs to his room. Jack closed the door behind him, and went into his drawer and took out a box. In the box, were half a dozen pocketknives, and unanswered letters from the boys that were on the island with him. Jack took out a newly polished knife; he polished them often and used it to open the envelope. It cut with one simple slice, which made Jack shiver at the memory of the spears used on the island. He opened the letter and it contained a small piece of thick, brown parchment. Jack read it.
"You have been called," Jack read aloud, a second of confusion when there was suddenly a rush of warmth and Jack knew what it meant. Jack closed his eyes, the soft bed he was sitting on turning hard and solid...
***
The moonlight was shining above them as Buffy fought the foul vampire. It was barely tough; Buffy had faced much worse. She kicked him and got punched, and kicked him down taking out her stake and quickly stabbing it through the heart. Buffy sighed, and went for the next vampire, which she had knocked down earlier and kicked him into a tombstone.
"You and your friends-" Buffy said as she gave the vampire a good jab and punch. "Must have had a party while I was gone-" Buffy gave him another kick, and he fell into a bush. She staked the vampire, and he turned into dust. Buffy sighed, another easy victory.
Buffy held her stake tightly as she made her way back home after a nights work. Five vampires. Buffy yawned sleepily, making her way back up to her room and started to change, but she noticed an envelope on her bed. Curious, Buffy made her way over to it opened it. A piece of thick parchment was inside, that read 'You have been called.' Buffy frowned at first wondering if this was the work of a demon but suddenly she knew. She felt the ground above her rumble.
***
Matilda finished her homework for the upcoming week in two hours time and made her way down the steps of her home. She smiled at her mother and skipped into the kitchen to make breakfast. "Mother would you like some eggs?"
"Toast," Miss Honey said, looking through the mail. "Ah, Matilda, there's a letter for you... I don't know who it's from."
Matilda took it and put it in her dress pocket. "Toast and sausage?"
"Bacon," Miss Honey said, searching for a particular letter and when she found it she smiled and opened it like a badly wanted birthday present.
"Is that his letter?" Matilda asked, putting down three pieces of toast and pouring milk and juice.
"Yes, yes," Miss Honey said with excitement and read the letter with large eyes. "He's alright... He's in Monterrey which is in-"
"Mexico," Matilda finished, buttering the toast.
"He's staying at an old friends, eating very different foods... and he seems to be all right, thank goodness."
"That's wonderful," Matilda said putting a plate of toast and glasses on the table while she fried the bacon. "Does he say when he will be coming back?"
"No, but I'm sure in days time we will see him again," Miss Honey said softly, and went over to the table and bit a piece of toast. "This is wonderful dear... Shall you read your letter?"
"When I'm finished," Matilda said, preparing eggs. When she was done, she put the plates on the table and they ate, engaging in a conversation about mystery books. Matilda then reached into her pocket and looked at the letter. "Will you excuse me?"
"Mm," Miss Honey said, gazing at the diamond engagement ring on her finger. Matilda went into the next room and slowly opened the letter. She suddenly was dizzy, and could feel the ground under her go rough and solid.
***
Jake Berenson tried hard to read his book while his friend and fellow Animorph spoke to him.
"Television, Jake! Television. I am going to talk to a bunch of people about what we went through. We are famous! I'll be signing autographs-" Marco took a pile of papers and started doing his signature. "Everyone will want one-"
"Marco, that's my mail," Jake said, taking the envelopes from Marco. He saw that Marco had signed an unknown piece of mail. Jake frowned at it and started to open it.
"I'll be able to buy..."
Jake read the letter and repeated it under his breath with bewilderment. "You have been called?" Jake had sudden warmth and knew what it meant. The earth rumbled and Jake was suddenly dizzy, holding his head to keep steady.
***
Jesse Tuck looked at his family, which were all riding their horses in silence. Jesse did the same, though had the urge to do something, say something. The journey had been rough, cold and silent. Jesse looked down on the ground, watching the dirt pass him when he saw an envelope with his name on it.
"Wait!" Jesse said in surprise, and jumped off his horse to pick up the letter. He looked at his name for a long while, as his brother asked what was going on. Jesse opened the letter and read. "You have been called," Jesse frowned and jumped back onto his horse and suddenly, with a rush of heavy warmth knew what it was all about.
He looked at his family, who started to ride again; it was early and all of them were tired. The earth shook, another rush of warmth and the horse became solid, chair like and Jesse was going to fall off if he didn't clear his eyes-
Jesse tilted to the side and instead of falling on rock and dirt, he fell on smooth hardwood flooring. Jesse blinked smelling in the new atmosphere- old books. Jesse blinked and opened his eyes.
He was in a study, which included shelves of books creeping up to the ceilings. There was a long mahogany table, where multiple chandeliers were lit above it. Jesse stood and looked around to see he wasn't the only one there.
A tall, thin, red head with light blue eyes was holding on to his chair so that he would not fall. Two girls were both holding on to their surroundings, in order to not lose balance. A boy with brown hair was holding his head, as if he had a headache. Everyone opened their eyes and noticed the other people in the room.
"What is this place?" The tallest and oldest of the two girls asked, running through her short blonde hair and looking around in confusion. "Where are we? I'm kinda tired, so it'd be really great if I knew that my house was nearby."
"We've all been called, have we?" The red head said, standing. "Tell me there are adults in this place."
"Is this a dream?" The shortest girl asked, fixing her red ribbon that kept her hair out of her face.
Jesse pinched himself. "No."
Just then there was a loud sucking noise, and a boy with messy dark hair and glasses appeared in one of the mahogany chairs and held on to it so that he would not fall onto the floor.
The blonde haired girl shook her hair back and looked ready to throw a punch.
The boy with glasses opened his eyes and looked around the room frowning.
"What's that on your forehead?" The red head immediately asked, pointing.
"You're polite," The girl with the ribbon said sarcastically.
"Do be good to each other," An ancient male voice said from the shadows. "We wouldn't want the people in the League to hate each other."
The blonde girl searched the shadows. "Huh?"
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This chapter mainly shows you a short part of their lives before being 'called'. They are now together, which will make it easier to write and less like its all been rushed.
In the hottest day so far in the summer, a tall, messy haired green- eyed boy sat lazily in the armchair of the Dursley's living room. The television was on, news was spoken but there was nothing on that interested him, or was clues to the wizarding world. Harry yawned.
Just then his Aunt Petunia sat down, looking through the mail. "Vernon Dursley, Vernon Dursley, Petunia Dursley, Vernon Dursley-" Aunt Petunia stopped and quickly shot a glance at Harry. "Sit up."
Harry obeyed slowly, and was about to reach for the remote to turn it to another news channel, when Petunia snatched it and changed the channel herself to a dramatic movie marathon. Harry rolled his eyes and got up, in search for something to do.
***
Jack Merridew sipped his tea politely as possible and looked round the table with tired eyes. His mother was engaged in her breakfast and his father was behind a newspaper. Then Jack's mother looked up.
"Jack, eat your porridge," She told him, looking at the untouched meal. "Go on."
Jack glared and lifted his spoon, spinning it through the plate. He lifted the spoon to his mouth and sipped. It was disgustingly cold. "It's cold," Jack said loudly, just as the maid came in.
"Well of course, after leaving it there to cool," Jack's mother took the mail the maid offered and started looking through them. "Dear, where are you going today?"
"The Hanson's, mum," Jack said for the hundredth time. "Ha-"
"There is mail for you," Jack's mother said, giving it to the maid to give to Jack. "Who's it from, more of your friends from that- island..."
At this, the room was silent and Jack's father gave his wife a cold glance.
Jack felt suddenly cold. The island was a subject that was the worse to talk about, how Jack was when he was there, and the boys he met...
Jack looked at the letter. "No return address," He started to rip it when his mother spoke.
"Not at the table, Jack. Finish your meal."
Jack narrowed his eyes, and his mother was focused on the mail. Jack looked at his parents if they were watching him and poured the cold porridge in a nearby tree pot. Jack smiled at his success though the maid gave him a disgusted look.
Jack waited awhile, drinking his tea and announced he was done and took the letter upstairs to his room. Jack closed the door behind him, and went into his drawer and took out a box. In the box, were half a dozen pocketknives, and unanswered letters from the boys that were on the island with him. Jack took out a newly polished knife; he polished them often and used it to open the envelope. It cut with one simple slice, which made Jack shiver at the memory of the spears used on the island. He opened the letter and it contained a small piece of thick, brown parchment. Jack read it.
"You have been called," Jack read aloud, a second of confusion when there was suddenly a rush of warmth and Jack knew what it meant. Jack closed his eyes, the soft bed he was sitting on turning hard and solid...
***
The moonlight was shining above them as Buffy fought the foul vampire. It was barely tough; Buffy had faced much worse. She kicked him and got punched, and kicked him down taking out her stake and quickly stabbing it through the heart. Buffy sighed, and went for the next vampire, which she had knocked down earlier and kicked him into a tombstone.
"You and your friends-" Buffy said as she gave the vampire a good jab and punch. "Must have had a party while I was gone-" Buffy gave him another kick, and he fell into a bush. She staked the vampire, and he turned into dust. Buffy sighed, another easy victory.
Buffy held her stake tightly as she made her way back home after a nights work. Five vampires. Buffy yawned sleepily, making her way back up to her room and started to change, but she noticed an envelope on her bed. Curious, Buffy made her way over to it opened it. A piece of thick parchment was inside, that read 'You have been called.' Buffy frowned at first wondering if this was the work of a demon but suddenly she knew. She felt the ground above her rumble.
***
Matilda finished her homework for the upcoming week in two hours time and made her way down the steps of her home. She smiled at her mother and skipped into the kitchen to make breakfast. "Mother would you like some eggs?"
"Toast," Miss Honey said, looking through the mail. "Ah, Matilda, there's a letter for you... I don't know who it's from."
Matilda took it and put it in her dress pocket. "Toast and sausage?"
"Bacon," Miss Honey said, searching for a particular letter and when she found it she smiled and opened it like a badly wanted birthday present.
"Is that his letter?" Matilda asked, putting down three pieces of toast and pouring milk and juice.
"Yes, yes," Miss Honey said with excitement and read the letter with large eyes. "He's alright... He's in Monterrey which is in-"
"Mexico," Matilda finished, buttering the toast.
"He's staying at an old friends, eating very different foods... and he seems to be all right, thank goodness."
"That's wonderful," Matilda said putting a plate of toast and glasses on the table while she fried the bacon. "Does he say when he will be coming back?"
"No, but I'm sure in days time we will see him again," Miss Honey said softly, and went over to the table and bit a piece of toast. "This is wonderful dear... Shall you read your letter?"
"When I'm finished," Matilda said, preparing eggs. When she was done, she put the plates on the table and they ate, engaging in a conversation about mystery books. Matilda then reached into her pocket and looked at the letter. "Will you excuse me?"
"Mm," Miss Honey said, gazing at the diamond engagement ring on her finger. Matilda went into the next room and slowly opened the letter. She suddenly was dizzy, and could feel the ground under her go rough and solid.
***
Jake Berenson tried hard to read his book while his friend and fellow Animorph spoke to him.
"Television, Jake! Television. I am going to talk to a bunch of people about what we went through. We are famous! I'll be signing autographs-" Marco took a pile of papers and started doing his signature. "Everyone will want one-"
"Marco, that's my mail," Jake said, taking the envelopes from Marco. He saw that Marco had signed an unknown piece of mail. Jake frowned at it and started to open it.
"I'll be able to buy..."
Jake read the letter and repeated it under his breath with bewilderment. "You have been called?" Jake had sudden warmth and knew what it meant. The earth rumbled and Jake was suddenly dizzy, holding his head to keep steady.
***
Jesse Tuck looked at his family, which were all riding their horses in silence. Jesse did the same, though had the urge to do something, say something. The journey had been rough, cold and silent. Jesse looked down on the ground, watching the dirt pass him when he saw an envelope with his name on it.
"Wait!" Jesse said in surprise, and jumped off his horse to pick up the letter. He looked at his name for a long while, as his brother asked what was going on. Jesse opened the letter and read. "You have been called," Jesse frowned and jumped back onto his horse and suddenly, with a rush of heavy warmth knew what it was all about.
He looked at his family, who started to ride again; it was early and all of them were tired. The earth shook, another rush of warmth and the horse became solid, chair like and Jesse was going to fall off if he didn't clear his eyes-
Jesse tilted to the side and instead of falling on rock and dirt, he fell on smooth hardwood flooring. Jesse blinked smelling in the new atmosphere- old books. Jesse blinked and opened his eyes.
He was in a study, which included shelves of books creeping up to the ceilings. There was a long mahogany table, where multiple chandeliers were lit above it. Jesse stood and looked around to see he wasn't the only one there.
A tall, thin, red head with light blue eyes was holding on to his chair so that he would not fall. Two girls were both holding on to their surroundings, in order to not lose balance. A boy with brown hair was holding his head, as if he had a headache. Everyone opened their eyes and noticed the other people in the room.
"What is this place?" The tallest and oldest of the two girls asked, running through her short blonde hair and looking around in confusion. "Where are we? I'm kinda tired, so it'd be really great if I knew that my house was nearby."
"We've all been called, have we?" The red head said, standing. "Tell me there are adults in this place."
"Is this a dream?" The shortest girl asked, fixing her red ribbon that kept her hair out of her face.
Jesse pinched himself. "No."
Just then there was a loud sucking noise, and a boy with messy dark hair and glasses appeared in one of the mahogany chairs and held on to it so that he would not fall onto the floor.
The blonde haired girl shook her hair back and looked ready to throw a punch.
The boy with glasses opened his eyes and looked around the room frowning.
"What's that on your forehead?" The red head immediately asked, pointing.
"You're polite," The girl with the ribbon said sarcastically.
"Do be good to each other," An ancient male voice said from the shadows. "We wouldn't want the people in the League to hate each other."
The blonde girl searched the shadows. "Huh?"
********
This chapter mainly shows you a short part of their lives before being 'called'. They are now together, which will make it easier to write and less like its all been rushed.