"DAD!" Danie's voice came ringing through the hall. "DAD! HOW AM I SUPPOSED
TO GO TO CLASS TOMORROW IF I DON'T HAVE SUPPLIES?"
Snape looked up from where he was marking essays and groaned.
"You're not going to class tomorrow. Dumbledore has put me in charge of taking you girls - " he paused and made a funny face. "Shopping." He finished.
"YEA! I wanna kitty! Wait. how are we gonna pay for all this, boss?" Danie said, looking at him sideways.
"I've got money."
"Cool! I get to mooch money off of you!"
"Go eat dinner with your Gryffindor friends."
"Okay!" said Danie. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, leaving an imprint of her lipstick on him, and bounced out of the room.
"Bloody child."
****
Heather walked up to the entrance to Dumbledore's office and looked defiantly at the gargoyles.
"Bernie Bot's Every Flavor Beans!" she said triumphantly.
The gargoyle leapt aside and the staircase appeared. Heather jumped on and rode it all the way to the top.
"They need to put these in a mall." Commented Heather when she stepped off in front of Dumbledore's office. Then she knocked on the door.
"UNCLE ALBUS!" she shouted into the door. "Where's my favorite uncle?"
Dumbledore opened the door. "Why thank you. Although I do believe that the correct term is GREAT uncle."
"Meh, it's too much to say at once, and uncle sounds so much nicer!"
"Alright then." Replied Dumbledore, his eyes laughing. "I assume you came up here for a reason?"
"Yeah, I need money for supplies so that I can actually attend classes!"
"Of course. Here's the key to your vault in Gringrotts. Vault 119. Don't spend it all in one place now, my dear." He said, handing her a key.
"Wicked! You're the best!" Heather said, planting a kiss on his cheek. She was just about to leave when she remembered something else. "Can Hermione come with us tomorrow? She's already so far ahead in her work, it couldn't hurt!"
"Well, I don't see why not. Professor Snape could use a cool head about."
"What's that supposed to mean? Danie's got a pretty cool head."
"Whatever you say."
Heather shrugged. "Doesn't matter. Thanks again!" and she bounced down the stairs, heading for the great hall.
****
Lisa sat at the Gryffindor table all alone, looking through her wallet.
"Here's a bank card that's no longer useful. And $20 that's no longer useful. Oh! A mint that's still useful." She popped it into her mouth. "The key to my house that I can't use. And- oh" Lisa had pulled out a picture of Tristan. "The guy I love but will never see again." She finished her voice choking.
She shoved the picture back into the wallet, and slammed the wallet down on the table so loud that the entire hall turned around. Lisa put her head in her hands, so she didn't notice when Ron and Harry slid down the bench, picked up her wallet and took Tristan's picture out.
"Add a scar and thicker rimmed glasses, and he looks just like you." Commented Ron to Harry.
Lisa looked up and snatched the picture out of Harry's hands.
"He's nothing like you. He's sweet and funny and you. aren't."
"Are you guys bugging Lisa?" asked a voice from behind Harry and Ron. They turned around to find Heather and Danie standing behind them, hands on their hips, smirks on their faces.
"No." they said quickly, and make a move to stand up and leave.
"Oh no you don't!" Said Heather, and pushed them both back down into their seats. Then she looked around. "Umm, why is there a ten metre radius around us?"
"Well, everyone's just a little afraid of you three." Said Ron carefully.
"Oh my god." Heather smacked her forehead, and then stood up on the bench. "Hey everyone! Can I have your attention please?" she shouted, and every head turned to look at her. "There is no need to be afraid of us! I repeat, absolutely no reason whatsoever!"
"Speak for yourself!" said Danie.
"Shut up!" she hissed back.
"We're not gonna bite you or give you rabies or make you" she paused and lowered her voice. "One of us."
"I was thinking sterile but." Danie said. Heather smacked her upside the head.
Ron, Harry and Lisa were all on the edge of howling with laughter when Heather sat down.
"What did you say that for?" Heather asked Danie.
"I dunno, it just popped into my head."
"Sick child."
"Yes, I have a fever of 105. shiny!"
Danie had spotted Draco who was flashing some ring with a family crest on it. She crossed to room and snatched it out of Draco's hands.
"Hey!" shouted Draco. "Ten points from - mmm!"
Heather and Ron had covered Draco and Pansy's mouths.
"Give it back to Malfoy!" shouted Crabbe.
"Alright!" Danie shouted back, and tossed it to Lisa, who glared warningly at her. "Whoops! Wrong direction! Such butterfingers I have!"
"Eleanor! Give it here!" Snape's voice was barely heard over the laughter of the Gryffindors and the shouts of the Slytherins. But Danie heard him. She glared at him, grabbed the ring back from Lisa and threw it at Snape. It landed in Snape's goblet, and splashed him, who turned as red as someone so pale could go.
"What? You've got it!" Danie shouted, then turned around and ran out of the great hall before anyone could say anything.
Snape looked up from where he was marking essays and groaned.
"You're not going to class tomorrow. Dumbledore has put me in charge of taking you girls - " he paused and made a funny face. "Shopping." He finished.
"YEA! I wanna kitty! Wait. how are we gonna pay for all this, boss?" Danie said, looking at him sideways.
"I've got money."
"Cool! I get to mooch money off of you!"
"Go eat dinner with your Gryffindor friends."
"Okay!" said Danie. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, leaving an imprint of her lipstick on him, and bounced out of the room.
"Bloody child."
****
Heather walked up to the entrance to Dumbledore's office and looked defiantly at the gargoyles.
"Bernie Bot's Every Flavor Beans!" she said triumphantly.
The gargoyle leapt aside and the staircase appeared. Heather jumped on and rode it all the way to the top.
"They need to put these in a mall." Commented Heather when she stepped off in front of Dumbledore's office. Then she knocked on the door.
"UNCLE ALBUS!" she shouted into the door. "Where's my favorite uncle?"
Dumbledore opened the door. "Why thank you. Although I do believe that the correct term is GREAT uncle."
"Meh, it's too much to say at once, and uncle sounds so much nicer!"
"Alright then." Replied Dumbledore, his eyes laughing. "I assume you came up here for a reason?"
"Yeah, I need money for supplies so that I can actually attend classes!"
"Of course. Here's the key to your vault in Gringrotts. Vault 119. Don't spend it all in one place now, my dear." He said, handing her a key.
"Wicked! You're the best!" Heather said, planting a kiss on his cheek. She was just about to leave when she remembered something else. "Can Hermione come with us tomorrow? She's already so far ahead in her work, it couldn't hurt!"
"Well, I don't see why not. Professor Snape could use a cool head about."
"What's that supposed to mean? Danie's got a pretty cool head."
"Whatever you say."
Heather shrugged. "Doesn't matter. Thanks again!" and she bounced down the stairs, heading for the great hall.
****
Lisa sat at the Gryffindor table all alone, looking through her wallet.
"Here's a bank card that's no longer useful. And $20 that's no longer useful. Oh! A mint that's still useful." She popped it into her mouth. "The key to my house that I can't use. And- oh" Lisa had pulled out a picture of Tristan. "The guy I love but will never see again." She finished her voice choking.
She shoved the picture back into the wallet, and slammed the wallet down on the table so loud that the entire hall turned around. Lisa put her head in her hands, so she didn't notice when Ron and Harry slid down the bench, picked up her wallet and took Tristan's picture out.
"Add a scar and thicker rimmed glasses, and he looks just like you." Commented Ron to Harry.
Lisa looked up and snatched the picture out of Harry's hands.
"He's nothing like you. He's sweet and funny and you. aren't."
"Are you guys bugging Lisa?" asked a voice from behind Harry and Ron. They turned around to find Heather and Danie standing behind them, hands on their hips, smirks on their faces.
"No." they said quickly, and make a move to stand up and leave.
"Oh no you don't!" Said Heather, and pushed them both back down into their seats. Then she looked around. "Umm, why is there a ten metre radius around us?"
"Well, everyone's just a little afraid of you three." Said Ron carefully.
"Oh my god." Heather smacked her forehead, and then stood up on the bench. "Hey everyone! Can I have your attention please?" she shouted, and every head turned to look at her. "There is no need to be afraid of us! I repeat, absolutely no reason whatsoever!"
"Speak for yourself!" said Danie.
"Shut up!" she hissed back.
"We're not gonna bite you or give you rabies or make you" she paused and lowered her voice. "One of us."
"I was thinking sterile but." Danie said. Heather smacked her upside the head.
Ron, Harry and Lisa were all on the edge of howling with laughter when Heather sat down.
"What did you say that for?" Heather asked Danie.
"I dunno, it just popped into my head."
"Sick child."
"Yes, I have a fever of 105. shiny!"
Danie had spotted Draco who was flashing some ring with a family crest on it. She crossed to room and snatched it out of Draco's hands.
"Hey!" shouted Draco. "Ten points from - mmm!"
Heather and Ron had covered Draco and Pansy's mouths.
"Give it back to Malfoy!" shouted Crabbe.
"Alright!" Danie shouted back, and tossed it to Lisa, who glared warningly at her. "Whoops! Wrong direction! Such butterfingers I have!"
"Eleanor! Give it here!" Snape's voice was barely heard over the laughter of the Gryffindors and the shouts of the Slytherins. But Danie heard him. She glared at him, grabbed the ring back from Lisa and threw it at Snape. It landed in Snape's goblet, and splashed him, who turned as red as someone so pale could go.
"What? You've got it!" Danie shouted, then turned around and ran out of the great hall before anyone could say anything.