The girls were walking up the stairs to the Gryffindor room, all talking to
each other quickly and loudly. The noise filled the hallway until one clear
voice stopped it-
"Password please."
They had reached the Fat Lady.
"Umm, do any of you know the password?" Asked Heather.
"We forgot to ask that little detail." Lisa replied.
"Moo?" asked Danie.
"Bernie Bot's Every Flavor Beans?" Asked Heather.
"That's Dumbledore's office." Said Danie, who had now come back to English instead of cow.
"Lemme in you stupid lady?" Lisa asked.
"Flibergibit?" Asked Danie.
The portrait swung open to reveal the entrance to Gryffindor common room. They climbed through and it slammed shut after Lisa got through, nearly catching her foot in the door.
"Stupid fat lady." Mumbled Lisa.
"I don't think she likes you very much." Stated Danie.
"Nah, ya think?"
"Yup."
Heather rolled her eyes. "Where's trading spaces when you need it?"
"What?" asked Danie.
"Take a look around. This décor style went out centuries ago!" Heather replied.
"Well it's better than the chrome and black of the new century." Danie said rolling her eyes.
"Hey, I like chrome!" exclaimed Lisa.
"I'll have to draw up some new décor plans for this room, conjure up the materials, find some people to help, but I think we can fix this decorating nightmare!" Heather said, just as the portrait swung open and Harry, Hermione and Ron climbed through.
"It's not a nightmare!" shouted Hermione immediately. "It's traditional Hogwarts style."
"Traditions must change eventually." Stated Danie, glaring at Hermione in a challenging way. "Like the ancient African tradition of Female genital mutilation."
Hermione, Ron and Harry gagged.
"We really didn't need to hear that." Said Heather.
"Sometimes an honest voice is louder than a crowd." Danie said plopping down in the overstuffed chair that Harry usually sat in.
"What?" asked Harry.
"Never mind."
"Does she always talk like that?" Harry asked Lisa, who just glared at him, and ran up the stairs to the girls' dormitory.
"What's with her?" Asked Ron.
"I think I know," said Heather running up the stairs after her.
"It's been one hell of a long day." Said Danie, turning to Harry. "Pour me a tall one."
****
"Lisa?" came Heather's voice into the room.
"Go away." Came the reply.
Heather walked over to where Lisa was laying face down on her bed and sat down.
"You miss Tristan don't you?" When Lisa didn't reply, Heather continued. "And Harry reminds you of him, doesn't he?"
Lisa sat up to face her friend, tears streaming down her face. "You can't imagine how much I miss him! You just can't!"
Danie appeared in the doorway just then, with Hermione right behind her.
"But I can." Danie said quietly.
"Mark?" asked Heather.
"Yeah."
"Why aren't you crying then?" asked Lisa bitterly.
"No use crying over spilt milk." She said "IF you would have lived your life with out ever knowing the truth, how would you feel?"
"Good." Heather said bitterly.
"You three are the pity party of the world." Commented Hermione.
"Don't knock it 'til you try it." Said Heather.
"Really, how hard could your lives have been?"
"From an outsider looking in, not very hard. For us more experienced though, we suffer silently and more painfully than anyone can imagine." Replied Danielle, surprisingly coolly, her face wiped of all emotion.
"And I actually have it the hardest emotionally." Said Heather.
"Socially, yes. Home life, no." Said Lisa.
"I know, but you both have guys back home that you can lean on. I always go for the guys that will hurt me."
"But we'll probably never see them again. You're always telling me to live in reality, well look around you. A few hours ago, this was a fantasy, now it's our reality. We have to put our pasts behinds us, and live in the present." Danie said softly, embracing both of her friends.
Lisa put her head in her hands and began to cry softly.
"Cry if it makes it easier." Said Heather.
Hermione looked like she was watching a soap opera that she was disgusted with. Danie grabbed Lisa's pillow and threw it at Hermione. She retaliated with her pillow, Danie ducked and the pillow hit Heather instead. Lisa giggled a little.
"That's it! It's war!" Shouted Heather, laughing.
Ten minutes later, feathers filled the air, giggles were heard down the stairs, the guys thought the girls were crazy, and the trio had become a quintet.
"Password please."
They had reached the Fat Lady.
"Umm, do any of you know the password?" Asked Heather.
"We forgot to ask that little detail." Lisa replied.
"Moo?" asked Danie.
"Bernie Bot's Every Flavor Beans?" Asked Heather.
"That's Dumbledore's office." Said Danie, who had now come back to English instead of cow.
"Lemme in you stupid lady?" Lisa asked.
"Flibergibit?" Asked Danie.
The portrait swung open to reveal the entrance to Gryffindor common room. They climbed through and it slammed shut after Lisa got through, nearly catching her foot in the door.
"Stupid fat lady." Mumbled Lisa.
"I don't think she likes you very much." Stated Danie.
"Nah, ya think?"
"Yup."
Heather rolled her eyes. "Where's trading spaces when you need it?"
"What?" asked Danie.
"Take a look around. This décor style went out centuries ago!" Heather replied.
"Well it's better than the chrome and black of the new century." Danie said rolling her eyes.
"Hey, I like chrome!" exclaimed Lisa.
"I'll have to draw up some new décor plans for this room, conjure up the materials, find some people to help, but I think we can fix this decorating nightmare!" Heather said, just as the portrait swung open and Harry, Hermione and Ron climbed through.
"It's not a nightmare!" shouted Hermione immediately. "It's traditional Hogwarts style."
"Traditions must change eventually." Stated Danie, glaring at Hermione in a challenging way. "Like the ancient African tradition of Female genital mutilation."
Hermione, Ron and Harry gagged.
"We really didn't need to hear that." Said Heather.
"Sometimes an honest voice is louder than a crowd." Danie said plopping down in the overstuffed chair that Harry usually sat in.
"What?" asked Harry.
"Never mind."
"Does she always talk like that?" Harry asked Lisa, who just glared at him, and ran up the stairs to the girls' dormitory.
"What's with her?" Asked Ron.
"I think I know," said Heather running up the stairs after her.
"It's been one hell of a long day." Said Danie, turning to Harry. "Pour me a tall one."
****
"Lisa?" came Heather's voice into the room.
"Go away." Came the reply.
Heather walked over to where Lisa was laying face down on her bed and sat down.
"You miss Tristan don't you?" When Lisa didn't reply, Heather continued. "And Harry reminds you of him, doesn't he?"
Lisa sat up to face her friend, tears streaming down her face. "You can't imagine how much I miss him! You just can't!"
Danie appeared in the doorway just then, with Hermione right behind her.
"But I can." Danie said quietly.
"Mark?" asked Heather.
"Yeah."
"Why aren't you crying then?" asked Lisa bitterly.
"No use crying over spilt milk." She said "IF you would have lived your life with out ever knowing the truth, how would you feel?"
"Good." Heather said bitterly.
"You three are the pity party of the world." Commented Hermione.
"Don't knock it 'til you try it." Said Heather.
"Really, how hard could your lives have been?"
"From an outsider looking in, not very hard. For us more experienced though, we suffer silently and more painfully than anyone can imagine." Replied Danielle, surprisingly coolly, her face wiped of all emotion.
"And I actually have it the hardest emotionally." Said Heather.
"Socially, yes. Home life, no." Said Lisa.
"I know, but you both have guys back home that you can lean on. I always go for the guys that will hurt me."
"But we'll probably never see them again. You're always telling me to live in reality, well look around you. A few hours ago, this was a fantasy, now it's our reality. We have to put our pasts behinds us, and live in the present." Danie said softly, embracing both of her friends.
Lisa put her head in her hands and began to cry softly.
"Cry if it makes it easier." Said Heather.
Hermione looked like she was watching a soap opera that she was disgusted with. Danie grabbed Lisa's pillow and threw it at Hermione. She retaliated with her pillow, Danie ducked and the pillow hit Heather instead. Lisa giggled a little.
"That's it! It's war!" Shouted Heather, laughing.
Ten minutes later, feathers filled the air, giggles were heard down the stairs, the guys thought the girls were crazy, and the trio had become a quintet.