Ora, Dimension Jumper
Chapter 2
By Juli Lantz
Ora blinked into the sudden light that filled her sight. Her hair was cold and wet, her clothes seeping up the moisture in which she lay in. A small groan from Sierra made her realize what had happened, as she quickly sat up, her head immediately swaying from sudden dizziness. She held her head, gazing at Sierra, who did the same.
"Where are?" she mumbled, noticing Sierra's sudden change in garb. Instead of the pink and blue pajamas she had worn the previous night, she wore a large black robe with a blue and white scarf. She looked down at her own clothes, noticing she too, wore a large black robe, only with a burgundy and maize-like color scarf. She smiled widely, crawling over to Sierra's groggy form.
"We made it," she whispered excitedly, causing Sierra to jump suddenly, and stare at her with a look of sheer insanity. Ora smiled brightly, ignoring her friend for the moment for her thoughts of brilliance.
"We're where, exactly?" she asked, stopping suddenly to gaze beyond Ora with a look of horror.
"Quickly, cover yourself!" she hissed, clapping her hands over Ora's ears and placing her foot in the way of Ora's tail. Ora looked behind her, lowering her ears down to be unnoticed and gasped, smiling flustered at the sight of a group of boys, all wearing the same garb as her. One with a blondish-brown hair had his nose buried in a book, the other three laughing hysterically over something, one of the black-haired boys doubled over. Sierra watched her, waving her hand in front of Ora's face, trying to break her out of the trance.
"Ora!" She hissed, looking desperate. "We need to HIDE! They're coming this way!" she pulled on her friends' tail, a high-pitched 'yelp!' issuing itself from Ora's vocals, causing the group of boys to stare at her, approaching. Sierra cursed silently to herself, crawling to behind a thick-trunked tree, peering over the side as the group stopped right in front of it, staring at Ora.
"Something wrong?" A black-haired boy with glasses asked, elbowing his friend who had previously been laughing to hard for words. She nodded slightly, blushing profusely and turning back to wear Sierra hid, glaring a look of instant death, then turning back.
"I uh...... got caught on something. It surprised me, that's all. Uum...... I need to go," she said hurriedly, standing up quickly, grabbing Sierra's hand, and sprinting across the grounds, not bothering to hide anything. One of the boys looked back at her, staring curiously.
"She has a tail," he stated, getting the others to look too. They all nodded in agreement, squinting at her retreating form.
"Someone's been abusing Poly-Juice Potion," The book-reading boy replied matter-of-factly, returning to his read as the others continued laughing.
Ora panted as she reached the stairs of the giant castle, settling herself down and glaring at Sierra, who stared back at her. Ora opened her mouth, closed it, then opened and closed it again, trying to find the words. She stopped, took a deep breath, then glared back at Sierra.
"You made me embarrass myself. Why'd you make me yelp?" She asked, in a would-be calm voice, an expression of fake joy and patience plastered on her face. Sierra didn't make eye contact, staring around the snow-covered grounds. A small, barely audible growl ensued from Ora, making Sierra have no choice but to look back at her.
"I was trying to get you to move, I didn't know you were going to yelp!" she burst, clapping her hands over her mouth, looking around to be sure nobody had heard her. She was always the one to not show her anger or frustration. Ora smacked her hand against her forehead, her smile disappearing.
"Do you know who that was?!?" she asked, her eyes closed. Sierra shook her head. Yet Ora didn't see it, she had a rough guess as to what the answer was. She took another deep breath, then let it out slowly, opening her eyes.
"It.......was Padfoot," she muttered, causing Sierra to stare at her wide- eyed.
"It WAS?!? How did you know?" Ora shook her head.
"I heard them in the distance. He called one of his friends Wormtail. I knew it had to be them. And Sirius doesn't wear glasses," she added as an after thought to Sierra's open mouth, causing her to shut it promptly. She looked over at the guys, who were now issuing a snowball fight around the bookworm. Ora chuckled nervously, staring into her hands.
"Why'd we come here Ora?" she heard Sierra ask suddenly, still watching the boys. Ora glanced at her, letting her hands fall limply in her lap.
"For adventure, for a place we could have fun. In case you didn't notice, I don't belong back home," she said unintentionally uncouth, averting her eyes from Sierra's gaze. She looked back at her scarf, realizing for the first time, their predicament. Sierra seemed to notice too, sitting down next Ora on the cold, frosty step.
"Tell me, Ora. How are we going to do this exactly? Won't the teachers and students wonder where we came from, or how we mysteriously appeared? If I've read the books correctly, and I have, they would probably think it a trick, or Dark Magic. We have to be a bit careful, am I right?" Sierra said, Ora staring back at her. An idea popped into her head, as she grabbed Sierra's hand once more and ran into the enchanted castle, winding through corridors, staircases, and doors.
It surprised both Ora and Sierra at where they were going. They never knew exactly what the castle looked like, and the directions seemed to pop into Ora's head, until finally, they were in front of a spiral staircase blocked by a hunched gargoyle statue. Ora stopped abruptly, staring it.
"Oh, uh...... What's the password?" She asked Sierra, a slight scoff issuing from her friend.
"You're the one with the ideas! You figure it out!" she said kind of testily. Ora rolled her eyes, and stared back at the gargoyle.
"Uh......Fizzing Whizbees? Chocolate Frogs? Cauldron Cakes? Anything!" Ora kept on asking, but to no avail. She got extremely frustrated as she continued to yell out passwords, until she knelt to the ground, glaring at the ugly blocking implement. Sierra shook her head, folding her arms and staring from the statue to Ora. Ora glanced at Sierra, then back at the statue.
"Pumpkin Pasties?" she questioned, and before her, the statue sprung to life, jumping to the side and letting them through. They both entered the foot of the stairs as it too came to life, rotating and moving upwards to the Headmaster's office. In no time, they were in front of a big door, and with hesitation, knocked. The door opened, and there stood at the door, was a young Dumbledore. She stared up at him, smiling weakly.
"Um...... Professor Dumbledore?" she asked, and he gave a slight nod, gesturing for them to come in. They did so, taking seats in front of his desk, looking around the office. As described in so many books, his office indeed have many moving pictures of past Headmasters, but as she started to look around, Dumbledore sat behind his desk.
"So-"he began, but was cut off.
"I'm Orion Moonbelt, and she's Sierra Mist, we aren't from here," Ora began, a slight look of surprise from Dumbledore made her stop.
"Go on," he stated, letting her take a deep breath. She took a glance at the Headmaster pictures, all urging her to continue.
"Well, we come from...... a different dimension, you could say. I bought a book that let me travel through dimensions, and we both landed here. We would like to go to this school, and as our garb has already chosen for us, we're in houses," she finished, letting out a breath of nerves, hoping he would let them school here.
"Do you have a wand?" he asked, which made both their hearts sink. Ora looked around her, her spirits rising as she found a wand. She nodded, and gestured towards his feather quill, indicating to show an example spell. He nodded, and she flicked her wand.
"Wingardium Leviosa," she muttered, and the feather took flight. Sierra stared in shock, searching for her wand as well, and after the feather was placed back down on the desk, she found it. She pulled out a pair of sunglasses from her pocket, and smashed them, then she pointed her wand at it and muttered.
"Occulus Repairo," and within an instant, the glasses were repaired. She looked at Ora with a big smile plastered on her face; surprised she could do magic, as she's never tried, unless you counted dimension jumping. Dumbledore smiled widely, handing them each a slip of parchment. Ora read it thoroughly, realizing it was a course schedule. She smiled widely, pocketing her wand quickly.
"Thank you very much!" she replied, shaking his hand and climbing down the stairs, Sierra right behind, waving goodbye.
A/N: Hope it didn't get boring for you guys! I'm trying, really I am! ^^""
New chapter soon, unless I don't get reviews. Reviews make the world go round, yea yea!
~My life is an endless purgatory interrupted by profound moments of misery...
Chapter 2
By Juli Lantz
Ora blinked into the sudden light that filled her sight. Her hair was cold and wet, her clothes seeping up the moisture in which she lay in. A small groan from Sierra made her realize what had happened, as she quickly sat up, her head immediately swaying from sudden dizziness. She held her head, gazing at Sierra, who did the same.
"Where are?" she mumbled, noticing Sierra's sudden change in garb. Instead of the pink and blue pajamas she had worn the previous night, she wore a large black robe with a blue and white scarf. She looked down at her own clothes, noticing she too, wore a large black robe, only with a burgundy and maize-like color scarf. She smiled widely, crawling over to Sierra's groggy form.
"We made it," she whispered excitedly, causing Sierra to jump suddenly, and stare at her with a look of sheer insanity. Ora smiled brightly, ignoring her friend for the moment for her thoughts of brilliance.
"We're where, exactly?" she asked, stopping suddenly to gaze beyond Ora with a look of horror.
"Quickly, cover yourself!" she hissed, clapping her hands over Ora's ears and placing her foot in the way of Ora's tail. Ora looked behind her, lowering her ears down to be unnoticed and gasped, smiling flustered at the sight of a group of boys, all wearing the same garb as her. One with a blondish-brown hair had his nose buried in a book, the other three laughing hysterically over something, one of the black-haired boys doubled over. Sierra watched her, waving her hand in front of Ora's face, trying to break her out of the trance.
"Ora!" She hissed, looking desperate. "We need to HIDE! They're coming this way!" she pulled on her friends' tail, a high-pitched 'yelp!' issuing itself from Ora's vocals, causing the group of boys to stare at her, approaching. Sierra cursed silently to herself, crawling to behind a thick-trunked tree, peering over the side as the group stopped right in front of it, staring at Ora.
"Something wrong?" A black-haired boy with glasses asked, elbowing his friend who had previously been laughing to hard for words. She nodded slightly, blushing profusely and turning back to wear Sierra hid, glaring a look of instant death, then turning back.
"I uh...... got caught on something. It surprised me, that's all. Uum...... I need to go," she said hurriedly, standing up quickly, grabbing Sierra's hand, and sprinting across the grounds, not bothering to hide anything. One of the boys looked back at her, staring curiously.
"She has a tail," he stated, getting the others to look too. They all nodded in agreement, squinting at her retreating form.
"Someone's been abusing Poly-Juice Potion," The book-reading boy replied matter-of-factly, returning to his read as the others continued laughing.
Ora panted as she reached the stairs of the giant castle, settling herself down and glaring at Sierra, who stared back at her. Ora opened her mouth, closed it, then opened and closed it again, trying to find the words. She stopped, took a deep breath, then glared back at Sierra.
"You made me embarrass myself. Why'd you make me yelp?" She asked, in a would-be calm voice, an expression of fake joy and patience plastered on her face. Sierra didn't make eye contact, staring around the snow-covered grounds. A small, barely audible growl ensued from Ora, making Sierra have no choice but to look back at her.
"I was trying to get you to move, I didn't know you were going to yelp!" she burst, clapping her hands over her mouth, looking around to be sure nobody had heard her. She was always the one to not show her anger or frustration. Ora smacked her hand against her forehead, her smile disappearing.
"Do you know who that was?!?" she asked, her eyes closed. Sierra shook her head. Yet Ora didn't see it, she had a rough guess as to what the answer was. She took another deep breath, then let it out slowly, opening her eyes.
"It.......was Padfoot," she muttered, causing Sierra to stare at her wide- eyed.
"It WAS?!? How did you know?" Ora shook her head.
"I heard them in the distance. He called one of his friends Wormtail. I knew it had to be them. And Sirius doesn't wear glasses," she added as an after thought to Sierra's open mouth, causing her to shut it promptly. She looked over at the guys, who were now issuing a snowball fight around the bookworm. Ora chuckled nervously, staring into her hands.
"Why'd we come here Ora?" she heard Sierra ask suddenly, still watching the boys. Ora glanced at her, letting her hands fall limply in her lap.
"For adventure, for a place we could have fun. In case you didn't notice, I don't belong back home," she said unintentionally uncouth, averting her eyes from Sierra's gaze. She looked back at her scarf, realizing for the first time, their predicament. Sierra seemed to notice too, sitting down next Ora on the cold, frosty step.
"Tell me, Ora. How are we going to do this exactly? Won't the teachers and students wonder where we came from, or how we mysteriously appeared? If I've read the books correctly, and I have, they would probably think it a trick, or Dark Magic. We have to be a bit careful, am I right?" Sierra said, Ora staring back at her. An idea popped into her head, as she grabbed Sierra's hand once more and ran into the enchanted castle, winding through corridors, staircases, and doors.
It surprised both Ora and Sierra at where they were going. They never knew exactly what the castle looked like, and the directions seemed to pop into Ora's head, until finally, they were in front of a spiral staircase blocked by a hunched gargoyle statue. Ora stopped abruptly, staring it.
"Oh, uh...... What's the password?" She asked Sierra, a slight scoff issuing from her friend.
"You're the one with the ideas! You figure it out!" she said kind of testily. Ora rolled her eyes, and stared back at the gargoyle.
"Uh......Fizzing Whizbees? Chocolate Frogs? Cauldron Cakes? Anything!" Ora kept on asking, but to no avail. She got extremely frustrated as she continued to yell out passwords, until she knelt to the ground, glaring at the ugly blocking implement. Sierra shook her head, folding her arms and staring from the statue to Ora. Ora glanced at Sierra, then back at the statue.
"Pumpkin Pasties?" she questioned, and before her, the statue sprung to life, jumping to the side and letting them through. They both entered the foot of the stairs as it too came to life, rotating and moving upwards to the Headmaster's office. In no time, they were in front of a big door, and with hesitation, knocked. The door opened, and there stood at the door, was a young Dumbledore. She stared up at him, smiling weakly.
"Um...... Professor Dumbledore?" she asked, and he gave a slight nod, gesturing for them to come in. They did so, taking seats in front of his desk, looking around the office. As described in so many books, his office indeed have many moving pictures of past Headmasters, but as she started to look around, Dumbledore sat behind his desk.
"So-"he began, but was cut off.
"I'm Orion Moonbelt, and she's Sierra Mist, we aren't from here," Ora began, a slight look of surprise from Dumbledore made her stop.
"Go on," he stated, letting her take a deep breath. She took a glance at the Headmaster pictures, all urging her to continue.
"Well, we come from...... a different dimension, you could say. I bought a book that let me travel through dimensions, and we both landed here. We would like to go to this school, and as our garb has already chosen for us, we're in houses," she finished, letting out a breath of nerves, hoping he would let them school here.
"Do you have a wand?" he asked, which made both their hearts sink. Ora looked around her, her spirits rising as she found a wand. She nodded, and gestured towards his feather quill, indicating to show an example spell. He nodded, and she flicked her wand.
"Wingardium Leviosa," she muttered, and the feather took flight. Sierra stared in shock, searching for her wand as well, and after the feather was placed back down on the desk, she found it. She pulled out a pair of sunglasses from her pocket, and smashed them, then she pointed her wand at it and muttered.
"Occulus Repairo," and within an instant, the glasses were repaired. She looked at Ora with a big smile plastered on her face; surprised she could do magic, as she's never tried, unless you counted dimension jumping. Dumbledore smiled widely, handing them each a slip of parchment. Ora read it thoroughly, realizing it was a course schedule. She smiled widely, pocketing her wand quickly.
"Thank you very much!" she replied, shaking his hand and climbing down the stairs, Sierra right behind, waving goodbye.
A/N: Hope it didn't get boring for you guys! I'm trying, really I am! ^^""
New chapter soon, unless I don't get reviews. Reviews make the world go round, yea yea!
~My life is an endless purgatory interrupted by profound moments of misery...