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Paris Winslow was at her grandparents' house in America for the holidays. She sat alone at the kitchen table with all her uncles and male cousins who played cards. She actually learned how to play most of the card games already. Everyone thought it odd that she was sitting silently at the table instead of having a very lively conversation with her cousin Faith in the other room. Paris had started this odd bought of behavior on Christmas and now it was Easter. Nobody except her parents knew why she was acting this way, and they weren't about to tell. The truth was, Paris went to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the U.K. She learned all kinds of spells and other magical things. The school knew that she had a whole family of muggles, and warned her not to tell anyone. It hadn't been too hard for Paris. She was used to sitting silently and just thinking. She used to do it all the time at home. Now that she was enrolled at Hogwarts, she was a much happier person. She had new friends. She had lots of friends in America, but she liked her new ones. Fear's best friend, Honey Jenkins, wasn't missed at all, because Honey went to Hogwarts too. It was lots of fun there with all her friends. They were all in Gryffindor together, so they could see each other as often as they wanted. Paris and Honey were in the fifth year, along with Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter, who were their best friends at Hogwarts. "Hey Paris, I never did ask you, why are you staying at this table now, want to get first dibs on dessert?" Paris's uncle Jeff asked. He laughed at his own joke. Jeff was always saying things like that, and it made Paris boil with anger. She gave no sign of hearing him. She didn't move and she didn't make a sound. She just kept pretending to dream off into space. "Rob, are you sure she's not deaf. She really seems like she is." Jeff looked at Paris's dad with a twinkle in his eyes and a look of fake concern on his face. Rob rolled his eyes and laid down some cards. Paris still showed no sign of hearing this, although she did boil a little hotter than before. "I think they should both get their hearing checked," Jeff whispered loudly to his son Jared. Paris couldn't handle it anymore. She seriously thought she was on fire. He couldn't talk to her dad like that. Suddenly, Jeff's short beard erupted in flames. He screamed and hopped out of his chair. Jared started swatting at it with his hands. Jeff went around the table and ran for the bathroom. Rob looked at Paris and she blushed deeply. She was pretty sure it was her anger that made his beard start on fire. Her dad gave her a small smile and laid down some more cards. "There, I win."
Later on
"Oh come on, where is your plane?" Paris's mom Mattie asked huffily. It wasn't snowing and it was a nice clear day. Honey showed up at Paris's side. "I finally found you," she said while huffing and puffing from having to carry her heavy trunk. "Had to get a few supplies before I left." Paris looked down at the huge trunk. She doubted it was just a few things that she got. Paris had a small trunk that contained a few clothes, parchment, ink, books, and quills.
Honey and Paris were of the select few who got to go to Hogwarts instead of America's Pigpimples. (((My respects to the person who made that up))) Dumbledore never really explained why they went to Hogwarts; he just said that they were needed there. Paris had a feeling they wouldn't find out for a while. "Did you get all of your homework done?" Honey asked with a slight tone of panic. "Yes, did you?" "No, that's why I'm asking you. Can you help me on the plane?" Honey was almost hyperventilating now. "Of course. Don't I always?" "Oh thank goodness, Paris. They just announced your plane." Mattie moved in for a hug. Paris hugged her mom and dad and then went over to the ticket booth. She looked back and could see Honey saying goodbye to her mom and dad. Rob and Mattie waved at Paris as she handed the lady her passport and ticket. She waved back and started walking toward the plane. She leaned against the sidewall and waited for Honey to come. Paris wished she could stay a bit longer. She didn't like leaving her parents for so long. At first it was great and all, but then, she really started missing her parents. She forgot about it because of her friends and homework, but once the holidays were over and she had to go back to Hogwarts, she started having those same feelings all over again. It happened every time. Honey finally came over lugging her trunk. They then made their way to the plane together.
"What the heck is this, and how do you use it in making potions?" a very confused Honey asked. Paris looked up from her magazine and looked at what Honey was pointing to. It was a picture of wart thistle, which was used to make peace potions. "Didn't you listen to Snape at all?"
"No, I was to busy thinking about other things, like vacation and whether or not I was going to see Adam..." Honey rambled on about all the things she was thinking about when she was supposed to be listening in class. "So, now what is it and how do you use it?" Honey asked after she snapped back to reality. "It says right there," Paris said while pointing to a caption under the picture. Honey started reading and writing down notes for her homework. Paris checked her watch and saw that they had an hour left. She sighed and started reading her magazine, Witch Weekly, again. She looked around to make sure there was no one looking at her. How many muggles do you know that carry around a copy of Witch Weekly? Not many. Everyone on the plane was sleeping. They were the only ones awake. Honey looked really tired, but she had lots of homework to get done. "Could you please write some of my homework?'' Honey asked franticly. "We nearly have the same writing." "But we have a different style. Yours is sort of more laid back. The teachers will know that it's my writing." Honey sighed and looked down at her homework. "I bet if you tried you could make your writing more.... laid back?" Paris rolled her eyes but grabbed her essays from her own bag and made a slightly different copy in Honey's style of writing. "Thank you SO much!" Honey said with genuine gratitude. She had finished all of her homework in half the time it would have taken if she had done it herself. Paris buffed her nails on her jacket. "No problem." She always did at least one piece of Honey's homework on the plane to Hogwarts. Paris was thinking about her Uncle Jeff instead of reading her book. What should I do to him? she asked herself. She kept thinking up gruesome things but couldn't decide on one that would actually be legal. Before they knew it, they had landed in London and were heading off the plane. After grabbing their luggage and getting their passports checked, they made their way to the streets and went to a deserted street. They took their wands out of their trunks and raised them in the air. Soon, a very purple, triple decked bus came shooting at them from nowhere. They entered, paid, and sat down, ignoring Stan's speech. They slid around in the chairs they were sitting on and even flew onto the floor. Soon, they were at Hogsmeade and they made their way up to the castle. As they entered, a near silence greeted them. One or two students walked past them and waved hello. Honey and Paris always came back to Hogwarts a few days earlier then everyone else. Mostly because they loved Hogwarts, or else because Honey had to catch up on her homework and use books from the library. Paris's bewitched cell phone rang loudly and echoed off the walls. Paris reached into her robes and answered it. "Hello?" "Well hello there, Paris. How's school?" Paris was puzzled at first by the slightly familiar voice but then remembered. Uncle Jeff. "How did you get this number?" Paris asked angrily. "Well, that school must do you some good. I see that your hearing has improved." Uncle Jeff gave a little laugh at his joke. Paris was boiling with anger. She wanted nothing more than to do one of those illegal plots she had been planning on the plane. There was a loud crack that Paris guessed could be heard all the way through the school. Honey dropped to the floor and covered her head as if someone were shooting at her. Uncle Jeff appeared in the middle of the entrance hall holding a phone and laughing. His laughter died down and he opened his eyes. They (meaning eyes) bulged in shock as he found himself in a huge room that he had never seen before. Honey whimpered and slowly looked up. She gasped as she saw Jeff in the entrance hall. "How the hell did he get here?" She whispered urgently. Honey knew who he was because her step dad was related to him as well. "I don't know," Paris replied with a panicky note in her voice. "I must have brought him here or something because I was so mad." "Where am I? I demand to know." If anyone was panicking, it was Jeff. He looked around with definite fright in his eyes. Paris grabbed her wand and stunned him. He fell to the ground. Honey and Paris almost screamed as they heard laughing voices coming through the entrance. Paris tried to get him to float over to the broom cupboard, but in her panic, she couldn't think of the correct spell. The doors opened and Fred, George, Ron, Harry, and Hermione came in with Fred and George in the lead telling an obviously funny story. They immediately stopped laughing and gasped as they saw Honey on the floor, Paris shaking in rage and panic, and Jeff lying unconscious on the ground. "Bloody hell," Ron whispered in amazement. "What happened here?" Jeff twitched on the ground and sat up very suddenly and stiffly. Everyone gasped and jumped back, away from him. Jeff shook his head and looked around again. "Hermione, quick, do a memory charm!" Paris said in alarm. She would be in so much trouble if anyone found out. Hermione jumped but did a memory charm that erased his memory of past fifteen minutes. She then temporarily petrified him. "What now?" Paris asked them all.
Paris Winslow was at her grandparents' house in America for the holidays. She sat alone at the kitchen table with all her uncles and male cousins who played cards. She actually learned how to play most of the card games already. Everyone thought it odd that she was sitting silently at the table instead of having a very lively conversation with her cousin Faith in the other room. Paris had started this odd bought of behavior on Christmas and now it was Easter. Nobody except her parents knew why she was acting this way, and they weren't about to tell. The truth was, Paris went to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the U.K. She learned all kinds of spells and other magical things. The school knew that she had a whole family of muggles, and warned her not to tell anyone. It hadn't been too hard for Paris. She was used to sitting silently and just thinking. She used to do it all the time at home. Now that she was enrolled at Hogwarts, she was a much happier person. She had new friends. She had lots of friends in America, but she liked her new ones. Fear's best friend, Honey Jenkins, wasn't missed at all, because Honey went to Hogwarts too. It was lots of fun there with all her friends. They were all in Gryffindor together, so they could see each other as often as they wanted. Paris and Honey were in the fifth year, along with Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter, who were their best friends at Hogwarts. "Hey Paris, I never did ask you, why are you staying at this table now, want to get first dibs on dessert?" Paris's uncle Jeff asked. He laughed at his own joke. Jeff was always saying things like that, and it made Paris boil with anger. She gave no sign of hearing him. She didn't move and she didn't make a sound. She just kept pretending to dream off into space. "Rob, are you sure she's not deaf. She really seems like she is." Jeff looked at Paris's dad with a twinkle in his eyes and a look of fake concern on his face. Rob rolled his eyes and laid down some cards. Paris still showed no sign of hearing this, although she did boil a little hotter than before. "I think they should both get their hearing checked," Jeff whispered loudly to his son Jared. Paris couldn't handle it anymore. She seriously thought she was on fire. He couldn't talk to her dad like that. Suddenly, Jeff's short beard erupted in flames. He screamed and hopped out of his chair. Jared started swatting at it with his hands. Jeff went around the table and ran for the bathroom. Rob looked at Paris and she blushed deeply. She was pretty sure it was her anger that made his beard start on fire. Her dad gave her a small smile and laid down some more cards. "There, I win."
Later on
"Oh come on, where is your plane?" Paris's mom Mattie asked huffily. It wasn't snowing and it was a nice clear day. Honey showed up at Paris's side. "I finally found you," she said while huffing and puffing from having to carry her heavy trunk. "Had to get a few supplies before I left." Paris looked down at the huge trunk. She doubted it was just a few things that she got. Paris had a small trunk that contained a few clothes, parchment, ink, books, and quills.
Honey and Paris were of the select few who got to go to Hogwarts instead of America's Pigpimples. (((My respects to the person who made that up))) Dumbledore never really explained why they went to Hogwarts; he just said that they were needed there. Paris had a feeling they wouldn't find out for a while. "Did you get all of your homework done?" Honey asked with a slight tone of panic. "Yes, did you?" "No, that's why I'm asking you. Can you help me on the plane?" Honey was almost hyperventilating now. "Of course. Don't I always?" "Oh thank goodness, Paris. They just announced your plane." Mattie moved in for a hug. Paris hugged her mom and dad and then went over to the ticket booth. She looked back and could see Honey saying goodbye to her mom and dad. Rob and Mattie waved at Paris as she handed the lady her passport and ticket. She waved back and started walking toward the plane. She leaned against the sidewall and waited for Honey to come. Paris wished she could stay a bit longer. She didn't like leaving her parents for so long. At first it was great and all, but then, she really started missing her parents. She forgot about it because of her friends and homework, but once the holidays were over and she had to go back to Hogwarts, she started having those same feelings all over again. It happened every time. Honey finally came over lugging her trunk. They then made their way to the plane together.
"What the heck is this, and how do you use it in making potions?" a very confused Honey asked. Paris looked up from her magazine and looked at what Honey was pointing to. It was a picture of wart thistle, which was used to make peace potions. "Didn't you listen to Snape at all?"
"No, I was to busy thinking about other things, like vacation and whether or not I was going to see Adam..." Honey rambled on about all the things she was thinking about when she was supposed to be listening in class. "So, now what is it and how do you use it?" Honey asked after she snapped back to reality. "It says right there," Paris said while pointing to a caption under the picture. Honey started reading and writing down notes for her homework. Paris checked her watch and saw that they had an hour left. She sighed and started reading her magazine, Witch Weekly, again. She looked around to make sure there was no one looking at her. How many muggles do you know that carry around a copy of Witch Weekly? Not many. Everyone on the plane was sleeping. They were the only ones awake. Honey looked really tired, but she had lots of homework to get done. "Could you please write some of my homework?'' Honey asked franticly. "We nearly have the same writing." "But we have a different style. Yours is sort of more laid back. The teachers will know that it's my writing." Honey sighed and looked down at her homework. "I bet if you tried you could make your writing more.... laid back?" Paris rolled her eyes but grabbed her essays from her own bag and made a slightly different copy in Honey's style of writing. "Thank you SO much!" Honey said with genuine gratitude. She had finished all of her homework in half the time it would have taken if she had done it herself. Paris buffed her nails on her jacket. "No problem." She always did at least one piece of Honey's homework on the plane to Hogwarts. Paris was thinking about her Uncle Jeff instead of reading her book. What should I do to him? she asked herself. She kept thinking up gruesome things but couldn't decide on one that would actually be legal. Before they knew it, they had landed in London and were heading off the plane. After grabbing their luggage and getting their passports checked, they made their way to the streets and went to a deserted street. They took their wands out of their trunks and raised them in the air. Soon, a very purple, triple decked bus came shooting at them from nowhere. They entered, paid, and sat down, ignoring Stan's speech. They slid around in the chairs they were sitting on and even flew onto the floor. Soon, they were at Hogsmeade and they made their way up to the castle. As they entered, a near silence greeted them. One or two students walked past them and waved hello. Honey and Paris always came back to Hogwarts a few days earlier then everyone else. Mostly because they loved Hogwarts, or else because Honey had to catch up on her homework and use books from the library. Paris's bewitched cell phone rang loudly and echoed off the walls. Paris reached into her robes and answered it. "Hello?" "Well hello there, Paris. How's school?" Paris was puzzled at first by the slightly familiar voice but then remembered. Uncle Jeff. "How did you get this number?" Paris asked angrily. "Well, that school must do you some good. I see that your hearing has improved." Uncle Jeff gave a little laugh at his joke. Paris was boiling with anger. She wanted nothing more than to do one of those illegal plots she had been planning on the plane. There was a loud crack that Paris guessed could be heard all the way through the school. Honey dropped to the floor and covered her head as if someone were shooting at her. Uncle Jeff appeared in the middle of the entrance hall holding a phone and laughing. His laughter died down and he opened his eyes. They (meaning eyes) bulged in shock as he found himself in a huge room that he had never seen before. Honey whimpered and slowly looked up. She gasped as she saw Jeff in the entrance hall. "How the hell did he get here?" She whispered urgently. Honey knew who he was because her step dad was related to him as well. "I don't know," Paris replied with a panicky note in her voice. "I must have brought him here or something because I was so mad." "Where am I? I demand to know." If anyone was panicking, it was Jeff. He looked around with definite fright in his eyes. Paris grabbed her wand and stunned him. He fell to the ground. Honey and Paris almost screamed as they heard laughing voices coming through the entrance. Paris tried to get him to float over to the broom cupboard, but in her panic, she couldn't think of the correct spell. The doors opened and Fred, George, Ron, Harry, and Hermione came in with Fred and George in the lead telling an obviously funny story. They immediately stopped laughing and gasped as they saw Honey on the floor, Paris shaking in rage and panic, and Jeff lying unconscious on the ground. "Bloody hell," Ron whispered in amazement. "What happened here?" Jeff twitched on the ground and sat up very suddenly and stiffly. Everyone gasped and jumped back, away from him. Jeff shook his head and looked around again. "Hermione, quick, do a memory charm!" Paris said in alarm. She would be in so much trouble if anyone found out. Hermione jumped but did a memory charm that erased his memory of past fifteen minutes. She then temporarily petrified him. "What now?" Paris asked them all.