Jack hummed tunelessly to himself as he walked down the expansive stone
halls of Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a goofy smile spread
across his face at that. But despite the ridiculous name of the place the
grandeur of the castle itself kept all of SG1 in a state of perpetual awe.
At the moment Jack was marveling at how damned important he sounded
strutting through the mortar halls of the ancient building. If Daniel was
up right now, He thought wryly, I sure as hell wouldn't be walking down
these halls.
O'Niell came to a pare of huge oak doors leading into the Hospital Wing where his best friend was currently (hopefully) sleeping peacefully. As if sensing his very presence the bay doors swung open, dramatically. Not really expecting to have to wake his archaeologist friend Jack stepped through the waiting portal, and Sure enough, Daniel stood at the other end stretching contentedly, in a golden ray of artificially warm sun.
Sighing, Jack cleared his throat preparing for a thorough scolding. "Daniel," he called authoritatively as the object of his annoyance spun around, looking very guilty "Just what the hell are you doing out of bed?"
Daniel scooted himself between his friend and the nightstand, in what he hoped was a subtle move to hide his indulgence last night. "Hi Jack," he started casually "breakfast?"
No such luck. Jack stepped forward wearily, that look of martyrdom evident in every wrinkle of his face. "Give me the book, Daniel." He said, sounding very much like a disappointed father. Daniel sighed and handed to book over to his friend, looking just as martyred as his friend. Jack smiled "Good, now we can go to breakfast." With that the two men turned and left the Hospital Wing.
O'Neill and Jackson tried to enter the Great Hall with as much stealth as possible, the events of yesterday still fresh in they're minds. Jack pushed gently on the heavy oak door, willing it to open, while Daniel stood back, keeping his eyes peeled for one legged maniacs. Much to both men's dismay, the old door opened with a deep groan, effectively alerting all occupants of the room behind the portal that someone had arrived.
With a sigh of resignation the best friends slunk into the cavernous dining hall. Cold morning light illuminated the raucous room below and seemed to brighten the faces of teenagers swapping stories over breakfast. Jack immediately recognized the messy haired young man from yesterday sitting at the table to the left of the door, sitting with two other adolescents, a girl with frizzy sandy brown hair and boy with shocking red hair. Letting his eyes travel down the rows of rambunctious students, Jack mentally catalogued all the faces, giving everybody a nickname, he scanned the crowd for the rest of his team, to find them in the corner, eating around a hastily set up table, piled high with all sorts of breakfast treats. Quickly, Jack and Daniel made they're way towards the table, sidestepping chairs and book bags on the way.
It was at this moment that Daniel noticed another figure, sitting next to Sam, hidden halfway in the shadows. For a moment he tensed, not recognizing the tall man, but a small shake of the furry head revealed that he did indeed know the man next to the woman he considered a sister. Black laughed heartily as the two men came within hearing distance, which was considerably lessened do to the noise in the large room. Shaking his long hair out of his yet again, he caught sight of Jack and Daniel.
"Doctor! Colonel!" He shouted over the din "Come join us, food's excellent today!" a rogue smile spread across his face, transforming it into something else entirely. Daniel stopped, a disconcerting sense of Déjà vu spreading through his whole being, suddenly Sirius Black seemed less like a stranger to him then his own body. A/N: sorry for the ridiculously short chapters, Writing class makes me write a lot more words then I would and it takes more time then it logically should. R&R
O'Niell came to a pare of huge oak doors leading into the Hospital Wing where his best friend was currently (hopefully) sleeping peacefully. As if sensing his very presence the bay doors swung open, dramatically. Not really expecting to have to wake his archaeologist friend Jack stepped through the waiting portal, and Sure enough, Daniel stood at the other end stretching contentedly, in a golden ray of artificially warm sun.
Sighing, Jack cleared his throat preparing for a thorough scolding. "Daniel," he called authoritatively as the object of his annoyance spun around, looking very guilty "Just what the hell are you doing out of bed?"
Daniel scooted himself between his friend and the nightstand, in what he hoped was a subtle move to hide his indulgence last night. "Hi Jack," he started casually "breakfast?"
No such luck. Jack stepped forward wearily, that look of martyrdom evident in every wrinkle of his face. "Give me the book, Daniel." He said, sounding very much like a disappointed father. Daniel sighed and handed to book over to his friend, looking just as martyred as his friend. Jack smiled "Good, now we can go to breakfast." With that the two men turned and left the Hospital Wing.
O'Neill and Jackson tried to enter the Great Hall with as much stealth as possible, the events of yesterday still fresh in they're minds. Jack pushed gently on the heavy oak door, willing it to open, while Daniel stood back, keeping his eyes peeled for one legged maniacs. Much to both men's dismay, the old door opened with a deep groan, effectively alerting all occupants of the room behind the portal that someone had arrived.
With a sigh of resignation the best friends slunk into the cavernous dining hall. Cold morning light illuminated the raucous room below and seemed to brighten the faces of teenagers swapping stories over breakfast. Jack immediately recognized the messy haired young man from yesterday sitting at the table to the left of the door, sitting with two other adolescents, a girl with frizzy sandy brown hair and boy with shocking red hair. Letting his eyes travel down the rows of rambunctious students, Jack mentally catalogued all the faces, giving everybody a nickname, he scanned the crowd for the rest of his team, to find them in the corner, eating around a hastily set up table, piled high with all sorts of breakfast treats. Quickly, Jack and Daniel made they're way towards the table, sidestepping chairs and book bags on the way.
It was at this moment that Daniel noticed another figure, sitting next to Sam, hidden halfway in the shadows. For a moment he tensed, not recognizing the tall man, but a small shake of the furry head revealed that he did indeed know the man next to the woman he considered a sister. Black laughed heartily as the two men came within hearing distance, which was considerably lessened do to the noise in the large room. Shaking his long hair out of his yet again, he caught sight of Jack and Daniel.
"Doctor! Colonel!" He shouted over the din "Come join us, food's excellent today!" a rogue smile spread across his face, transforming it into something else entirely. Daniel stopped, a disconcerting sense of Déjà vu spreading through his whole being, suddenly Sirius Black seemed less like a stranger to him then his own body. A/N: sorry for the ridiculously short chapters, Writing class makes me write a lot more words then I would and it takes more time then it logically should. R&R