This is sort of dumb in my opinion, but I can't help what goes on in my
head, I'm just putting down whatever I think of next. Lmao. My mind is a
very weird, complex place. What can I say.
Godric's sister looked them all up and down and looked very long at Paris. She held out her hand. "I'm Genevieve Gryffindor, but you can call me Gena, or Eve, whichever you prefer. I respond to both. And this is my watcher, Andrew Arwick." Andrew looked very young, as if he were in his early twenties. He smiled at Paris and quickly came over to ask her some questions. "Did you say that you are a slayer of the future? What time are you from? Do you have any new weapons or methods that can help us kill more easily? Do you have any tips?" Paris smiled and giggled from all the hurried questions, and besides, this guy was really hot too. Damn, all these medieval guys are hott! But, for some reason, she didn't feel nervous around this one, maybe it was because she didn't really feel like she had feelings for Andrew, she just thought he was a hottie. Paris looked over at the other people in their group. Fred and George were staring at Genevieve, who they obviously thought to be a smoking little hottie. "How old are you babe?" Fred asked and George nodded. "Seventeen." George and Fred smiled wickedly. "Us too! What a coincidence. Hey, why don't we go over here to a place a little more private where we can talk..." They led her over to a quiet corner and sat her down on a couch they had conjured and started to talk to her. Paris laughed at them and looked over at Honey. Honey obviously had fallen for Andrew. She was staring at him and watching his every move. Honey, come here, help me answer some of these questions. Paris thought. She knew Honey would pick it up. Honey came over by her and smiled at Andrew. "Well, yeah, I think I'm a slayer, but you can never be too sure. My watcher hasn't come yet, and don't they come automatically? Like right when you get your powers?" "No, it took me quite a while to find Genevieve. It was about a year after the last slayer's death that I found her and started to train her. So, no, they don't come right away. Keep waiting, he'll come soon enough. What time are you from?" Honey, would you like to answer? Yes, thank you. "We're from the year 2004. What year is it here?" Honey smiled at the end of her sentence and looked at him expectantly. Andrew's mouth dropped open. "2004? Oh my gosh, you are from the future. Whoa..." "Yeah, I know, it's a long way off in the future, but, you know, I think we still use the same methods to kill as you do here. I've read about the slayer, but I've never actually met one. They use stakes and holy water and stuff like that. Not too advanced stuff." Andrew nodded. "Interesting, what's the rate of vampires you can kill in a night?" Paris shrugged. "I don't know, I've never killed one." Hermione came up by Paris and Honey. "I read that a slayer can kill, in our times, anywhere from one to twenty vampires a night, even more sometimes." Paris's thoughts drifted as Hermione went on to talk to Andrew about the rate of vampire killings a night a slayer can do. She looked around the house. Godric was nowhere to be seen. Harry was watching Paris and she smiled and waved at him. She didn't want to seem rude and just walk away from the conversation. Ron was watching Fred and George talk to Genevieve in the corner on their fluffy couch. She could tell that he was jealous. How come Fred and George always got the girl? Paris turned back to the conversation. "That's a lot! Usually the slayers here only get about five a night. That's even on a good night!" Andrew proclaimed. He was obviously impressed by these people of the future. Paris looked over at Genevieve. She was wearing a dress with a corset top and a poofy bottom. "I think I might know why your killing rate is so low. It's the clothes your girls wear. They're too big and bulky and they can't kick in them." "Well, what do you suggest we have Genevieve wear so that she can kick?" He looked at Paris, who was wearing a tight corset top and a poofy skirt, as were all the other girls. They all looked really beautiful. Harry loved Fear's new clothes, because here boobs really stuck out of the top of it. He guessed that's why Fred and George were so taken to Genevieve. "Pants." Paris replied simply. "Pants?! A lady cannot wear pants!" Andrew was absolutely shocked. "We do in the future. All the girls wear pants. It's our outfit of choice." Paris took out her bag that Helga had given everyone to put their old clothes in. She pulled out her flares and handed them to Andrew. "See, that's what most of the girls wear in 2004." Andrew examined the pants and looked around the cabin for Genevieve. When he finally found her, he motioned her over. "Gena, could you please go into your room and try these on?" Genevieve excused herself from Fred and George and went over to Andrew. She looked at what he held up for her. "Pants? You mean you're actually allowing me to wear pants? Awesome!" "Just try them on for a little while." Genevieve looked the pants over and smiled. "Thank you so much!"She left and went to her room to change. Paris went over by Harry. She hugged him and let him hold her. He kissed her forehead as she set her head on his shoulder. Andrew hurried over. "What are you doing? Are you two married? If you aren't, you can't be touching like that! No sir!" Honey hurried over to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, everyone does that in 2004. It's no problem." Andrew looked confused, "So you mean, in your time, you can touch a woman or a man like that, even if you're not married or engaged to them?" Honey nodded. "Yeah, you can even do this, and no one cares." She reached up and gave him a big kiss on the lips, that lasted for quite a while. "OOOOOOOoooooo!!!" Rang out all over the cabin. Fred and George looked shocked at Honey's sudden show of affection to a guy she hardly knew. Usually, even with guys that she knew really well, she would be that bold. As Honey pulled away, Andrew looked shocked. "That is most certainly not allowed until you are married!" "Not in 2004. Want me to do it again so that you can get used to it?" Honey asked smiling. Paris burst out laughing. She gave Harry a big kiss and they got really into it. Andrew watched with his eyes bulging and his mouth open. "That's okay to do before you're married?" "Definitely." Andrew nodded thoughtfully. "Interesting. I'm not usually used to people showing their feelings like that. It's all kind of new to me." "I'll help you get used to it." Andrew smiled at Honey and nodded. "Okay." "By the way, how old are you?" Honey asked smiling really wide. She has ESP remember, so she could read his thoughts, and she liked those thoughts that Andrew was thinking. What's he thinking about? Paris thought. He likes me! YES! He likes me! He loves me! He wants to hold me! He wants to kiss me! Paris giggled as Harry kissed her again. They moved over to the couch that Fred and George had made and started making out really passionately. There was definitely some tounge involved. "I'm 19. How old are you?" Honey smiled more. "I'm 15." Andrew smiled. "That's fine with me." He kissed Honey and he looked as if he was very good for a first timer. "Oh, what the hell!" Hermione burst out as she grabbed Ron and started to kiss him. Ron's eyes bulged out at first, but soon, very soon, he was comfortable with it and they were going just as strong as the rest of them.
Genevieve came out of her room, looking down at her pants. Fred pulled her into him and kissed her on the lips very intimately while grabbing her ass. Genevieve obviously didn't mind breaking the rules, because she dind't mind a bit, not at all like Andrew did. All that was left was George and Ginny, and they looked at each other, and then quickly looked away. That would just be wrong if they started making out, but they were the only ones left. Sick...
Godric's sister looked them all up and down and looked very long at Paris. She held out her hand. "I'm Genevieve Gryffindor, but you can call me Gena, or Eve, whichever you prefer. I respond to both. And this is my watcher, Andrew Arwick." Andrew looked very young, as if he were in his early twenties. He smiled at Paris and quickly came over to ask her some questions. "Did you say that you are a slayer of the future? What time are you from? Do you have any new weapons or methods that can help us kill more easily? Do you have any tips?" Paris smiled and giggled from all the hurried questions, and besides, this guy was really hot too. Damn, all these medieval guys are hott! But, for some reason, she didn't feel nervous around this one, maybe it was because she didn't really feel like she had feelings for Andrew, she just thought he was a hottie. Paris looked over at the other people in their group. Fred and George were staring at Genevieve, who they obviously thought to be a smoking little hottie. "How old are you babe?" Fred asked and George nodded. "Seventeen." George and Fred smiled wickedly. "Us too! What a coincidence. Hey, why don't we go over here to a place a little more private where we can talk..." They led her over to a quiet corner and sat her down on a couch they had conjured and started to talk to her. Paris laughed at them and looked over at Honey. Honey obviously had fallen for Andrew. She was staring at him and watching his every move. Honey, come here, help me answer some of these questions. Paris thought. She knew Honey would pick it up. Honey came over by her and smiled at Andrew. "Well, yeah, I think I'm a slayer, but you can never be too sure. My watcher hasn't come yet, and don't they come automatically? Like right when you get your powers?" "No, it took me quite a while to find Genevieve. It was about a year after the last slayer's death that I found her and started to train her. So, no, they don't come right away. Keep waiting, he'll come soon enough. What time are you from?" Honey, would you like to answer? Yes, thank you. "We're from the year 2004. What year is it here?" Honey smiled at the end of her sentence and looked at him expectantly. Andrew's mouth dropped open. "2004? Oh my gosh, you are from the future. Whoa..." "Yeah, I know, it's a long way off in the future, but, you know, I think we still use the same methods to kill as you do here. I've read about the slayer, but I've never actually met one. They use stakes and holy water and stuff like that. Not too advanced stuff." Andrew nodded. "Interesting, what's the rate of vampires you can kill in a night?" Paris shrugged. "I don't know, I've never killed one." Hermione came up by Paris and Honey. "I read that a slayer can kill, in our times, anywhere from one to twenty vampires a night, even more sometimes." Paris's thoughts drifted as Hermione went on to talk to Andrew about the rate of vampire killings a night a slayer can do. She looked around the house. Godric was nowhere to be seen. Harry was watching Paris and she smiled and waved at him. She didn't want to seem rude and just walk away from the conversation. Ron was watching Fred and George talk to Genevieve in the corner on their fluffy couch. She could tell that he was jealous. How come Fred and George always got the girl? Paris turned back to the conversation. "That's a lot! Usually the slayers here only get about five a night. That's even on a good night!" Andrew proclaimed. He was obviously impressed by these people of the future. Paris looked over at Genevieve. She was wearing a dress with a corset top and a poofy bottom. "I think I might know why your killing rate is so low. It's the clothes your girls wear. They're too big and bulky and they can't kick in them." "Well, what do you suggest we have Genevieve wear so that she can kick?" He looked at Paris, who was wearing a tight corset top and a poofy skirt, as were all the other girls. They all looked really beautiful. Harry loved Fear's new clothes, because here boobs really stuck out of the top of it. He guessed that's why Fred and George were so taken to Genevieve. "Pants." Paris replied simply. "Pants?! A lady cannot wear pants!" Andrew was absolutely shocked. "We do in the future. All the girls wear pants. It's our outfit of choice." Paris took out her bag that Helga had given everyone to put their old clothes in. She pulled out her flares and handed them to Andrew. "See, that's what most of the girls wear in 2004." Andrew examined the pants and looked around the cabin for Genevieve. When he finally found her, he motioned her over. "Gena, could you please go into your room and try these on?" Genevieve excused herself from Fred and George and went over to Andrew. She looked at what he held up for her. "Pants? You mean you're actually allowing me to wear pants? Awesome!" "Just try them on for a little while." Genevieve looked the pants over and smiled. "Thank you so much!"She left and went to her room to change. Paris went over by Harry. She hugged him and let him hold her. He kissed her forehead as she set her head on his shoulder. Andrew hurried over. "What are you doing? Are you two married? If you aren't, you can't be touching like that! No sir!" Honey hurried over to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, everyone does that in 2004. It's no problem." Andrew looked confused, "So you mean, in your time, you can touch a woman or a man like that, even if you're not married or engaged to them?" Honey nodded. "Yeah, you can even do this, and no one cares." She reached up and gave him a big kiss on the lips, that lasted for quite a while. "OOOOOOOoooooo!!!" Rang out all over the cabin. Fred and George looked shocked at Honey's sudden show of affection to a guy she hardly knew. Usually, even with guys that she knew really well, she would be that bold. As Honey pulled away, Andrew looked shocked. "That is most certainly not allowed until you are married!" "Not in 2004. Want me to do it again so that you can get used to it?" Honey asked smiling. Paris burst out laughing. She gave Harry a big kiss and they got really into it. Andrew watched with his eyes bulging and his mouth open. "That's okay to do before you're married?" "Definitely." Andrew nodded thoughtfully. "Interesting. I'm not usually used to people showing their feelings like that. It's all kind of new to me." "I'll help you get used to it." Andrew smiled at Honey and nodded. "Okay." "By the way, how old are you?" Honey asked smiling really wide. She has ESP remember, so she could read his thoughts, and she liked those thoughts that Andrew was thinking. What's he thinking about? Paris thought. He likes me! YES! He likes me! He loves me! He wants to hold me! He wants to kiss me! Paris giggled as Harry kissed her again. They moved over to the couch that Fred and George had made and started making out really passionately. There was definitely some tounge involved. "I'm 19. How old are you?" Honey smiled more. "I'm 15." Andrew smiled. "That's fine with me." He kissed Honey and he looked as if he was very good for a first timer. "Oh, what the hell!" Hermione burst out as she grabbed Ron and started to kiss him. Ron's eyes bulged out at first, but soon, very soon, he was comfortable with it and they were going just as strong as the rest of them.
Genevieve came out of her room, looking down at her pants. Fred pulled her into him and kissed her on the lips very intimately while grabbing her ass. Genevieve obviously didn't mind breaking the rules, because she dind't mind a bit, not at all like Andrew did. All that was left was George and Ginny, and they looked at each other, and then quickly looked away. That would just be wrong if they started making out, but they were the only ones left. Sick...