Disclaimer: As much as I'd love to claim them, the idea is Tamora Pierce's and the characters are J. K. Rowling's.
Chapter 3: Reunion
Torquall wasn't so much a castle as a really nice, really large house. It was nothing like Hogwarts, with its stone walls and floors and dark corners and dungeons. This place was full of hard-wood floors and large windows. It seemed to light and clean to be an all-boys school.
There were no Houses, the students dormed in the East Wing of the mansion. Hermione was on the top floor and she cursed her head off as she hauled her heavy suitcase up the eight flights to her room.
"Bloody hell," she panted to Crookshanks on the sixth landing. "This is hard."
Yeah, and this is only the first twenty minutes Crookshanks, who was disguised as a small black cat, yowled back to her.
Hermione pushed the door to her new room open and looked around. The room was rather simple: new wood floor, white walls, three four-poster beds in new wood with navy blue drapes and bedspreads, two large windows with white curtains billowing softly in the light breeze flowing in. Three new wood doors stood out against the soft cream walls.
"Sweet," Hermione said, looking around.
Oh yeah, you're great at undercover. I'm sure the other boys will find this room 'sweet'.
"Piss off."
Hermione glanced around, then, to make sure no one had overheard her talking to her cat. The room was quite empty.
"I guess I'm the first to get here."
Good, you get to pick the best bed. Crookshanks began leaping from bed to bed, to test the softness.
Ignoring the cat Hermione flung her stuff on the closest bed.
"Good enough," she gasped. "I can't drag the damn thing any farther."
She busied herself opening the doors to reveal two closets and a bathroom; freezing for a moment when she opened the bathroom door and looked directly into a mirror.
"I just can't get used to this," she said, softly.
A young man with short, brown hair and brown eyes stared back at her. The angles of his face were much sharper than hers, he had a bigger nose, stronger chin and lower cheekbones. He was also a few inches taller and had...other additions as well. Additions that not only made her blush, but made her very confused as well.
"Why am I doing this again?" She asked her cat, still staring at the mirror.
For feminism, for knowledge and to keep tabs on Harry and Ron.
"I am not keeping tabs on them!" Hermione shrieked.
Yeah, yeah. Watch the shrieking, sissy boy.
"Oh you-"
"Excuse me," a frighteningly voice asked.
Hermione turned around to greet them and let out a shriek.
Staring back at her, looking very confused, were Harry and Ron.
A/N: See, just like I promised...FAST! Made faster by ridiculously short chapters (I KNOW, I KNOW)...this is my celebratory chapter because I am now done with one third of my finals! Hazaah!!! ....well...I"M happy! Comedia
Chapter 3: Reunion
Torquall wasn't so much a castle as a really nice, really large house. It was nothing like Hogwarts, with its stone walls and floors and dark corners and dungeons. This place was full of hard-wood floors and large windows. It seemed to light and clean to be an all-boys school.
There were no Houses, the students dormed in the East Wing of the mansion. Hermione was on the top floor and she cursed her head off as she hauled her heavy suitcase up the eight flights to her room.
"Bloody hell," she panted to Crookshanks on the sixth landing. "This is hard."
Yeah, and this is only the first twenty minutes Crookshanks, who was disguised as a small black cat, yowled back to her.
Hermione pushed the door to her new room open and looked around. The room was rather simple: new wood floor, white walls, three four-poster beds in new wood with navy blue drapes and bedspreads, two large windows with white curtains billowing softly in the light breeze flowing in. Three new wood doors stood out against the soft cream walls.
"Sweet," Hermione said, looking around.
Oh yeah, you're great at undercover. I'm sure the other boys will find this room 'sweet'.
"Piss off."
Hermione glanced around, then, to make sure no one had overheard her talking to her cat. The room was quite empty.
"I guess I'm the first to get here."
Good, you get to pick the best bed. Crookshanks began leaping from bed to bed, to test the softness.
Ignoring the cat Hermione flung her stuff on the closest bed.
"Good enough," she gasped. "I can't drag the damn thing any farther."
She busied herself opening the doors to reveal two closets and a bathroom; freezing for a moment when she opened the bathroom door and looked directly into a mirror.
"I just can't get used to this," she said, softly.
A young man with short, brown hair and brown eyes stared back at her. The angles of his face were much sharper than hers, he had a bigger nose, stronger chin and lower cheekbones. He was also a few inches taller and had...other additions as well. Additions that not only made her blush, but made her very confused as well.
"Why am I doing this again?" She asked her cat, still staring at the mirror.
For feminism, for knowledge and to keep tabs on Harry and Ron.
"I am not keeping tabs on them!" Hermione shrieked.
Yeah, yeah. Watch the shrieking, sissy boy.
"Oh you-"
"Excuse me," a frighteningly voice asked.
Hermione turned around to greet them and let out a shriek.
Staring back at her, looking very confused, were Harry and Ron.
A/N: See, just like I promised...FAST! Made faster by ridiculously short chapters (I KNOW, I KNOW)...this is my celebratory chapter because I am now done with one third of my finals! Hazaah!!! ....well...I"M happy! Comedia