Alena awoke with a start. What was that noise? It was an odd humming, sort
of like... oh no.
"Ariel! Leah! This is bad! Very, Very bad! Hurry, we have to stop her! Eeek!" She and the other girls flung themselves from their beds and dashed to the door.
"Sam! Stop! No! Everyone, cover your ears!" Samantha glared at Alena. And then, she did exactly what Alena had tried to keep her from doing...
"Laa! Lalalala! Laaalalalala!!!" Alena stuck her fingers in her ears, forgetting to warn Harry, Ron, Dean and Seamus as they tumbled down the stairs.
"Ahhh! Save Harry! It's a horrible attack from Voldemort!" Ron and Seamus leapt at Samantha.
"Eeeek!" She choked and fell over. Alena breathed a sigh of relief and unplugged her ears.
"Sorry, everyone... Sam likes to sing in the mornings." Ron and Seamus scrambled hastily off the girl, who was looking extremely miffed. She opened her mouth to start singing again. Fortunately, Hermione shot a quick silencing spell at her, and everyone sighed.
"Ok... sorry... who wants breakfast?"
Julie plopped down on the seat next to Alena.
"Morning!" said Alena cheerfully. (A/N: an unusual fact in and of itself, as I positively hate mornings. But then, how can you not want to jump around, laughing like a maniac when you are in such close proximity to Harry Potter Characters?)
"Mmmph. Mmmph...mph, mphmph... mmmph." Alena raised an eyebrow.
"What?" Julie swallowed her muffin.
"Graak. Why are you so... happy? I thought you... ::yawn::... hated mornings." Alena grinned.
"I do. But this is a Harry Potter morning!" Sarcasm made up for the idiocy. Julie snorted her pumpkin juice.
"I hadn't noticed," she commented dryly.
"Hey... look, there's Snape. And he doesn't have classes today. It is, after all, a Saturday..." she trailed off, pointing at the Potions professor. Julie's eyebrows shot up.
"You know... I think I like... ::yawn::... this morning a little better..." Alena smirked. (A/N: I would never, ever be like this in the mornings. It's an embarrassment. Oh well, artistic license.)
"Go! But, erm, you might want to hurry, he looks like he's leaving..." Julie sprang up.
"Heheh! Ok... I'll see you later. If anyone's looking for me, don't send them after me. Please." (A/N: Julie and her Snape obsession.)
"Bye..." Alena shook her head as Julie (with her flowing red hair) sprinted out of the hall.
"Hello." Seth occupied Julie's vacated seat, Liz sitting opposite him, BB next to her.
"Hi... erm, Seth, what are you doing?" Seth grinned.
"I'm sneaking back a muffin for inspection when we go back home."
"You mean you're snitching food to feed to odd and unrecognizable creatures around the grounds, aren't you?" Seth raised an eyebrow.
"Wouldn't you like to know."
Alena sighed and continued with her breakfast.
"Hey Alena." Oh, great. Just what she needed. Amber.
"Hi." Amber glared.
"Guess what?" God that voice was annoying.
"What, Amber?"
"I caught Ron kissing Hermione this morning."
"Amber, we're in Britain. The proper term is 'snogging'. And what of it?" Amber smirked.
"That means he doesn't like you." Alena bit her lip to keep from grinning.
"No duh. I'm the one who told him to snog her, for God's sake. You think I'm jealous? Oh, yes, I intend to deny her the happiness of finding her soulmate in the midst of a troubled war because I'm an OC who wanders onto the scene, who happens to have a Ron obsession. Yeah." Amber glared and stalked away.
"Weird. Very weird."
"Severus?" The man in question whirled around. Then he
gasped. Before him stood a red-headed woman, strangely
attired in muggle clothes and, strangest of all,
speaking with an American accent.
"What are you doing in my potions lab?" he inquired.
"And if you haven't a decent explanation, then kindly
vacate."
"Oh, no, Severus - I can call you Severus, right?"
The black-haired man shook his head violently, but she
continued, staring him straight in the eye. "I'm sure
you have been told about our arrival by the Headmaster
by now! Knowing Albus, though, it may have slipped
him mind. Lovely old man, but absolutely batty, you
know?" Severus just let the woman continue her
ramble, watching her head turn and her hands fly as
she spoke, and trying to keep up with the pace of her
speaking. "But anyway, we were mysteriously
transported here by Alena, my little sister - sort of,
not really a sister, but close enough - and the first
thing I did was come to find you. You were teaching a
class, though, so I had to wait. But now here you
are, and here I am, and I'm just so pleased I could
just spit!"
"Oh, please refrain!!!" Severus pleaded, finally
getting a word in edgewise. "Who the hell are you,
please? Why are you here?"
The woman smacked her palm to her forehead. "Of
course! I'm Julie Garner, a huge fan of yours. Been
wanting to meet you for ever so long, and now I have!
Wow, won't Ashley be jealous. . .And really, I would
like nothing more at this point than to talk to you."
"Really? What ever about?" Severus asked, feeling
absurdly lost in the conversation, thinking he
should never have gotten out of bed that morning. .
.even though this strange American woman was somewhat.
. .interesting. Severus found her mode of speech,
though uncultured, fascinating, and wondered where in
the Colonies she had picked up that slight twang in
her voice. . .suddenly, Severus was jerked out of his
thoughts by the fact that Julie was moving closer to
him.
"Well, why are you a potions master? Did you like
potions that much in school, or was it just something
you were good at? Were you a good student? Why are
you so morose all the time? Are you currently in a
relationship?"
Severus was stunned. This woman was forward, wasn't
she? But he answered in short order:
"I am a potions master because yes, I did like it that
much and was good at it. I was a passable student.
My moods are none of your business and no, I am not -
MMPH!"
Severus was cut off as, at the last answer, Julie gave
an almighty "HOORAY!!!!" And tackled him, pinning his
form to the desk behind him and her lips to his in a
breathtaking kiss. . . . .
Much, much later...
"Where is Julie? We're all supposed to play Truth or Dare."
"Off in the dungeons snogging Snape."
"TMI. Wait a second...Snape!? ALENA!!! You should have told me! She can't!"
"Why the hell not, Seth? It's not as if you ever showed a proper interest... oh, holy shite, you like her, don't you?"
"Language, little sis, and... YES, GOD DAMMIT, I DO FRICKIN' LIKE HER! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?"
"Well then you'd better hurry your sorry arse down there, if you want to find her with even a semblance of clothes on..."
"Alena, you do not sound like yourself, but I shall follow your weird advice all the same."
"Yes I do. This is just the first time I have publicly shown my true self, because the is fanfiction, and I can get away with it."
"Oh."
"Now go steal Julie. And don't kill Snape. He's too hot to die..."
"Right-e-o!
In the Dungeons...
"Severus..."
"Hmm?"
"You are freakishly handsome..."
"Mmph."
Julie grinned and blinked slyly at him. At that second, the door to Snape's chamber burst open, and an irate Seth hurdled through the doorway. Before Julie knew what was happening, Seth had tackled Snape, and was punching him thoroughly.
"YOU KEEP AWAY FROM HER YOU GREASY BASTARD! THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND!"
"Since when?"
"SINCE NOW."
"Oh. Well, that's new. NOW GET OFF MY POOR SEVERUS!!!"
"W-what? B-but... Julie... I'm saving you from the greasy and evil Potions Freak!"
"He IS NOT GREASY!!!"
"Right. Sure. Whatever."
"HE IS NOT!!! NOW GO THE HELL AWAY AND PESTER SOMEBODY WHO CARES!!!"
"But you're supposed to like me."
"Men are so egocentric. You, you stupid porcupine-headed bugger, were a COMPLETE jerk, and NEVER ONCE returned my calls!"
"Well, I was shy."
"Oh, and that makes up for EVERY DAMN THING!?"
"Yes? No. Definitely no."
"Go away."
Seth sighed and clambered off the rather confused man, and stalked out of the room.
"So, Severus, sorry about him. That's Alena's brother, I liked him."
"Yes, well, we really should discuss—mmph."
In the Gryffindor Common Room...
"I hate you."
"Julie reject you?"
"No. Yes. Sort of. Does telling me to go the hell away and pester someone who cares count as rejection?"
"I would think so. You should have told her while you had the chance. What did you say, anyways?"
So Seth began to explain what had occurred. When he was through, Alena groaned and hit her head against the wall repeatedly.
"I have the stupidest brother ON THE WHOLE SODDING PLANET!!!"
"What? Why?"
"You acted like a MCP!"
"A what?"
"A male chauvinistic pig. You don't tackle someone mid-snog and beat the living crap out of them, let alone if the girl you like happens to have a enormous crush on them!" This helpful hint was provided by Ginny who was sitting next to Alena on the couch.
"Oh. That would explain it then. Mind if I borrow that book there, Ginny?"
"Sure..."
"Thanks." And Seth bashed his head against it repeatedly. Then he handed it back.
"Thanks. I think I need to ask professional help now. I'll see you in a bit."
Down in the Dungeons, near the Slytherin Common Room...
"Malfoy?"
"Beasley."
"I need your help."
"Ariel! Leah! This is bad! Very, Very bad! Hurry, we have to stop her! Eeek!" She and the other girls flung themselves from their beds and dashed to the door.
"Sam! Stop! No! Everyone, cover your ears!" Samantha glared at Alena. And then, she did exactly what Alena had tried to keep her from doing...
"Laa! Lalalala! Laaalalalala!!!" Alena stuck her fingers in her ears, forgetting to warn Harry, Ron, Dean and Seamus as they tumbled down the stairs.
"Ahhh! Save Harry! It's a horrible attack from Voldemort!" Ron and Seamus leapt at Samantha.
"Eeeek!" She choked and fell over. Alena breathed a sigh of relief and unplugged her ears.
"Sorry, everyone... Sam likes to sing in the mornings." Ron and Seamus scrambled hastily off the girl, who was looking extremely miffed. She opened her mouth to start singing again. Fortunately, Hermione shot a quick silencing spell at her, and everyone sighed.
"Ok... sorry... who wants breakfast?"
Julie plopped down on the seat next to Alena.
"Morning!" said Alena cheerfully. (A/N: an unusual fact in and of itself, as I positively hate mornings. But then, how can you not want to jump around, laughing like a maniac when you are in such close proximity to Harry Potter Characters?)
"Mmmph. Mmmph...mph, mphmph... mmmph." Alena raised an eyebrow.
"What?" Julie swallowed her muffin.
"Graak. Why are you so... happy? I thought you... ::yawn::... hated mornings." Alena grinned.
"I do. But this is a Harry Potter morning!" Sarcasm made up for the idiocy. Julie snorted her pumpkin juice.
"I hadn't noticed," she commented dryly.
"Hey... look, there's Snape. And he doesn't have classes today. It is, after all, a Saturday..." she trailed off, pointing at the Potions professor. Julie's eyebrows shot up.
"You know... I think I like... ::yawn::... this morning a little better..." Alena smirked. (A/N: I would never, ever be like this in the mornings. It's an embarrassment. Oh well, artistic license.)
"Go! But, erm, you might want to hurry, he looks like he's leaving..." Julie sprang up.
"Heheh! Ok... I'll see you later. If anyone's looking for me, don't send them after me. Please." (A/N: Julie and her Snape obsession.)
"Bye..." Alena shook her head as Julie (with her flowing red hair) sprinted out of the hall.
"Hello." Seth occupied Julie's vacated seat, Liz sitting opposite him, BB next to her.
"Hi... erm, Seth, what are you doing?" Seth grinned.
"I'm sneaking back a muffin for inspection when we go back home."
"You mean you're snitching food to feed to odd and unrecognizable creatures around the grounds, aren't you?" Seth raised an eyebrow.
"Wouldn't you like to know."
Alena sighed and continued with her breakfast.
"Hey Alena." Oh, great. Just what she needed. Amber.
"Hi." Amber glared.
"Guess what?" God that voice was annoying.
"What, Amber?"
"I caught Ron kissing Hermione this morning."
"Amber, we're in Britain. The proper term is 'snogging'. And what of it?" Amber smirked.
"That means he doesn't like you." Alena bit her lip to keep from grinning.
"No duh. I'm the one who told him to snog her, for God's sake. You think I'm jealous? Oh, yes, I intend to deny her the happiness of finding her soulmate in the midst of a troubled war because I'm an OC who wanders onto the scene, who happens to have a Ron obsession. Yeah." Amber glared and stalked away.
"Weird. Very weird."
"Severus?" The man in question whirled around. Then he
gasped. Before him stood a red-headed woman, strangely
attired in muggle clothes and, strangest of all,
speaking with an American accent.
"What are you doing in my potions lab?" he inquired.
"And if you haven't a decent explanation, then kindly
vacate."
"Oh, no, Severus - I can call you Severus, right?"
The black-haired man shook his head violently, but she
continued, staring him straight in the eye. "I'm sure
you have been told about our arrival by the Headmaster
by now! Knowing Albus, though, it may have slipped
him mind. Lovely old man, but absolutely batty, you
know?" Severus just let the woman continue her
ramble, watching her head turn and her hands fly as
she spoke, and trying to keep up with the pace of her
speaking. "But anyway, we were mysteriously
transported here by Alena, my little sister - sort of,
not really a sister, but close enough - and the first
thing I did was come to find you. You were teaching a
class, though, so I had to wait. But now here you
are, and here I am, and I'm just so pleased I could
just spit!"
"Oh, please refrain!!!" Severus pleaded, finally
getting a word in edgewise. "Who the hell are you,
please? Why are you here?"
The woman smacked her palm to her forehead. "Of
course! I'm Julie Garner, a huge fan of yours. Been
wanting to meet you for ever so long, and now I have!
Wow, won't Ashley be jealous. . .And really, I would
like nothing more at this point than to talk to you."
"Really? What ever about?" Severus asked, feeling
absurdly lost in the conversation, thinking he
should never have gotten out of bed that morning. .
.even though this strange American woman was somewhat.
. .interesting. Severus found her mode of speech,
though uncultured, fascinating, and wondered where in
the Colonies she had picked up that slight twang in
her voice. . .suddenly, Severus was jerked out of his
thoughts by the fact that Julie was moving closer to
him.
"Well, why are you a potions master? Did you like
potions that much in school, or was it just something
you were good at? Were you a good student? Why are
you so morose all the time? Are you currently in a
relationship?"
Severus was stunned. This woman was forward, wasn't
she? But he answered in short order:
"I am a potions master because yes, I did like it that
much and was good at it. I was a passable student.
My moods are none of your business and no, I am not -
MMPH!"
Severus was cut off as, at the last answer, Julie gave
an almighty "HOORAY!!!!" And tackled him, pinning his
form to the desk behind him and her lips to his in a
breathtaking kiss. . . . .
Much, much later...
"Where is Julie? We're all supposed to play Truth or Dare."
"Off in the dungeons snogging Snape."
"TMI. Wait a second...Snape!? ALENA!!! You should have told me! She can't!"
"Why the hell not, Seth? It's not as if you ever showed a proper interest... oh, holy shite, you like her, don't you?"
"Language, little sis, and... YES, GOD DAMMIT, I DO FRICKIN' LIKE HER! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?"
"Well then you'd better hurry your sorry arse down there, if you want to find her with even a semblance of clothes on..."
"Alena, you do not sound like yourself, but I shall follow your weird advice all the same."
"Yes I do. This is just the first time I have publicly shown my true self, because the is fanfiction, and I can get away with it."
"Oh."
"Now go steal Julie. And don't kill Snape. He's too hot to die..."
"Right-e-o!
In the Dungeons...
"Severus..."
"Hmm?"
"You are freakishly handsome..."
"Mmph."
Julie grinned and blinked slyly at him. At that second, the door to Snape's chamber burst open, and an irate Seth hurdled through the doorway. Before Julie knew what was happening, Seth had tackled Snape, and was punching him thoroughly.
"YOU KEEP AWAY FROM HER YOU GREASY BASTARD! THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND!"
"Since when?"
"SINCE NOW."
"Oh. Well, that's new. NOW GET OFF MY POOR SEVERUS!!!"
"W-what? B-but... Julie... I'm saving you from the greasy and evil Potions Freak!"
"He IS NOT GREASY!!!"
"Right. Sure. Whatever."
"HE IS NOT!!! NOW GO THE HELL AWAY AND PESTER SOMEBODY WHO CARES!!!"
"But you're supposed to like me."
"Men are so egocentric. You, you stupid porcupine-headed bugger, were a COMPLETE jerk, and NEVER ONCE returned my calls!"
"Well, I was shy."
"Oh, and that makes up for EVERY DAMN THING!?"
"Yes? No. Definitely no."
"Go away."
Seth sighed and clambered off the rather confused man, and stalked out of the room.
"So, Severus, sorry about him. That's Alena's brother, I liked him."
"Yes, well, we really should discuss—mmph."
In the Gryffindor Common Room...
"I hate you."
"Julie reject you?"
"No. Yes. Sort of. Does telling me to go the hell away and pester someone who cares count as rejection?"
"I would think so. You should have told her while you had the chance. What did you say, anyways?"
So Seth began to explain what had occurred. When he was through, Alena groaned and hit her head against the wall repeatedly.
"I have the stupidest brother ON THE WHOLE SODDING PLANET!!!"
"What? Why?"
"You acted like a MCP!"
"A what?"
"A male chauvinistic pig. You don't tackle someone mid-snog and beat the living crap out of them, let alone if the girl you like happens to have a enormous crush on them!" This helpful hint was provided by Ginny who was sitting next to Alena on the couch.
"Oh. That would explain it then. Mind if I borrow that book there, Ginny?"
"Sure..."
"Thanks." And Seth bashed his head against it repeatedly. Then he handed it back.
"Thanks. I think I need to ask professional help now. I'll see you in a bit."
Down in the Dungeons, near the Slytherin Common Room...
"Malfoy?"
"Beasley."
"I need your help."