AN: Okay, since I forgot to say anything on my other chapters I'll talk
now. I am SOOOOOOOOOO sorry for not updating, so I put up like 3 parts kay?
Well you already read them if you're reading this.... nvm. Well anyway,
thanks to C.K.7980, LunnaLoveGoddess, and Aion, for the reviews!!!!! I will
update again soon, okay? Enjoy!!!
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"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"
Clark woke, his eyes still shut, as he heard a loud yell. Soon after the first, there came more yelling, and he finally opened his eyes. The first thing he saw seemed somewhat unusual. It wasn't the unfamiliar surroundings, or the four other boys staring at him. It was the ceiling. "Wasn't that..... farther away last night?" he asked himself, and then it dawned on him. "Ah, crap."
Clark fell and hit the bed with a loud "CRACK" as the bed legs snapped under his sudden weight. Sitting up and rubbing the back of his head in annoyance, he suddenly remembered the yelling that had awakened him. Looking around, it took him a while to register the strange room. Then he recalled the previous night's events and only then did he finally take notice of the four boys against the far wall. One of them, who had toussled black hair and glasses, was standing slightly in front of the rest of the group bearing what Clark assumed to be a wand. "Wand," he thought. "Still sounds strange."
Before anyone had a chance to say anything, the door to the large bedroom opened and Dumbledore walked in. He looked at Clark, then at the boys, then back again. He walked over to Harry who was still pointing his wand at Clark.
"Harry, there's no need for that," Dumbledore said, gesturing to his wand. Reluctantly, Harry pocketed the wand, but still watched Clark.
"Who is that?" Hary asked Dumbledore.
"This is Clark Kent." He gestured for Clark to come over. Climbing out of the bed which was now on the ground, he walked slowly to them.
Clark mustered a small smile and stuck out his had to Harry. "Hi."
Harry looked at his hand for a minute before taking it and saying, "Harry. Harry Potter."
Dumbledore smiled, and said, "There. Now Clark, this is Seamus."
"Hello." Seamus said, with an Irish accent.
"Dean." Dumbledore pointed to another boy.
"Hi."
"And this is--"
"Ron Weasley!" The red-haired boy stepped up and held out his hand to Clark with a friendly smile. Clark smiled and shook his hand.
"I met Clark last night. He will, hopefully, be staying for a little while?" Dumbledore turned his words into a question for Clark.
"I, um.... Well I still.... My stuff is all at my hotel, I'd uh, I'd have to get it..." Clark mumbled.
"I can help with that. What room are you checked into?" asked Dumbledore.
"703." Clark reached into his pocket and pulled out the key. "Um, you might need this..."
DUmbledore chuckled. "No, I just needed to know the location." Dumbledore pulled out his wand and again he muttered something quietly, and waved the tip of the wand in a little circle. Suddenly there was a CRACK, and Clark's suitcases had appeared in front of him. They were even packed with his clothes again!
Clark just stared. Finally, he regained enough use of his brain to remember he was supposed to know about all of this magic stuff. Closing his gaping jaw, he turn to Dumbledore and smiled.
"Thanks!" he said.
"That's no problem. I'll leave you to get to know each other. Breakfast is in thirty minutes. Clark, after we eat, I think you'd like to meet some of the other teachers," Dumbledore said, and left the room.
There was an uneasy silence, until Harry spoke up.
"So, Clark, um, could you.... er, you were floating this morning."
Clark's eyes widened and he looked at Harry.
"I....."
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"
Clark woke, his eyes still shut, as he heard a loud yell. Soon after the first, there came more yelling, and he finally opened his eyes. The first thing he saw seemed somewhat unusual. It wasn't the unfamiliar surroundings, or the four other boys staring at him. It was the ceiling. "Wasn't that..... farther away last night?" he asked himself, and then it dawned on him. "Ah, crap."
Clark fell and hit the bed with a loud "CRACK" as the bed legs snapped under his sudden weight. Sitting up and rubbing the back of his head in annoyance, he suddenly remembered the yelling that had awakened him. Looking around, it took him a while to register the strange room. Then he recalled the previous night's events and only then did he finally take notice of the four boys against the far wall. One of them, who had toussled black hair and glasses, was standing slightly in front of the rest of the group bearing what Clark assumed to be a wand. "Wand," he thought. "Still sounds strange."
Before anyone had a chance to say anything, the door to the large bedroom opened and Dumbledore walked in. He looked at Clark, then at the boys, then back again. He walked over to Harry who was still pointing his wand at Clark.
"Harry, there's no need for that," Dumbledore said, gesturing to his wand. Reluctantly, Harry pocketed the wand, but still watched Clark.
"Who is that?" Hary asked Dumbledore.
"This is Clark Kent." He gestured for Clark to come over. Climbing out of the bed which was now on the ground, he walked slowly to them.
Clark mustered a small smile and stuck out his had to Harry. "Hi."
Harry looked at his hand for a minute before taking it and saying, "Harry. Harry Potter."
Dumbledore smiled, and said, "There. Now Clark, this is Seamus."
"Hello." Seamus said, with an Irish accent.
"Dean." Dumbledore pointed to another boy.
"Hi."
"And this is--"
"Ron Weasley!" The red-haired boy stepped up and held out his hand to Clark with a friendly smile. Clark smiled and shook his hand.
"I met Clark last night. He will, hopefully, be staying for a little while?" Dumbledore turned his words into a question for Clark.
"I, um.... Well I still.... My stuff is all at my hotel, I'd uh, I'd have to get it..." Clark mumbled.
"I can help with that. What room are you checked into?" asked Dumbledore.
"703." Clark reached into his pocket and pulled out the key. "Um, you might need this..."
DUmbledore chuckled. "No, I just needed to know the location." Dumbledore pulled out his wand and again he muttered something quietly, and waved the tip of the wand in a little circle. Suddenly there was a CRACK, and Clark's suitcases had appeared in front of him. They were even packed with his clothes again!
Clark just stared. Finally, he regained enough use of his brain to remember he was supposed to know about all of this magic stuff. Closing his gaping jaw, he turn to Dumbledore and smiled.
"Thanks!" he said.
"That's no problem. I'll leave you to get to know each other. Breakfast is in thirty minutes. Clark, after we eat, I think you'd like to meet some of the other teachers," Dumbledore said, and left the room.
There was an uneasy silence, until Harry spoke up.
"So, Clark, um, could you.... er, you were floating this morning."
Clark's eyes widened and he looked at Harry.
"I....."