Chapter Two
A Nightmare and A Dream
Shayla and the Slytherins were leading Phoebe through the dungeon hallways. Oh crap, I'm never going to remember how to find this common room, it took me half a year to remember where the Gryffindor common room was. Well, not really, but she was never good at remembering things.
I want to be back in my body, oh fates, what I wouldn't do for a pair of Dorothy's ruby slippers! There's no place like my body, there's no place like my body.
Phoebe looked down at her chest. Nope, still flat.
Shayla's touch was unnerving Phoebe. Considering Phoebe had lost almost all of her nerve when Larissa had threatened her, her knees were now starting to quake. The only thing that stuck in Phoebe's memory was the common room password.
Death To Mudbloods.
Oh god, I'm a mudblood trapped in a house of mudblood hating purebloods! Oh what I wouldn't give for the Gryffindor purebloods. Did I just call myself a mudblood? I need my cd player.
Phoebe had gotten Morgaine to charm her cd player so that it would work on Hogwarts grounds. Morgaine had been the only one with enough dedication to learn the complex charm. She had also charmed a portable TV with a DVD player, and a laptop they all shared. They had been watching Pirates of the Caribbean the night before while Morgaine and Larissa's pictures of the actor Orlando Bloom winked at them from above their beds. Cambria had pictures as well, but they were hidden under her pillow so Morgaine didn't steal them. Phoebe had a stash of country cds as well as her dad's rock cds under her bed.
The Slytherin common room was extremely cold. No wonder the Slytherins were such an uninviting lot. If she had to spend her free time here, she'd be like that too. Then she remembered, she did have too.
Shayla was hanging on Phoebe's arm. Phoebe cringed and pulled her arm away delicately.
"Umm, could you show me where my room is, I can't seem to remember where it is."
Shayla fluttered her eyelashes in what she seemed to deem a flirtatious manner. Phoebe controlled the urge to barf.
"Of course Richard, of course I'll show you where it is."
She started walking and Phoebe followed her. Phoebe watched closely as Shayla led her to her room.
"This is your room Rich. Isn't it fantastic that you get your own room for being quidditch captain?"
Phoebe nodded absentmindedly, "Yeah, sure. Umm, I'm going to go to bed, ok?"
Shayla grinned evilly, "I could come with you."
Phoebe felt herself being pressed against the door. Her now deep voice went high pitched, "Umm, no Shayla, I'm just going to go to sleep."
Shayla looked upset and headed back to the common room. Phoebe gave a sigh of relief and entered her new room. Her eyes widened.
The room looked tidy and neat, almost like a tiny study. Phoebe had always wanted a room like this, a desk, bookcases full of books, looking like a Victorian library.
Wow, DeMarcus has some class. I always thought you lived in a wizard version of a mad scientist lab. Of course, I doubt you would have watched as many sci-fi flicks as I have.
Phoebe sat down on the bed. Wow, satin sheets. Looking around the room, she noticed another door. Crossing over the room, she opened to door and sighed in relief.
Oh thank the fates, he has his own bathroom!
A slight breath of relief came upon Phoebe. At least she didn't have to share anything with the other slytherin boys. Richard was one of the few tolerable slytherin boys in the entire school, and the only tolerable one in their year.
What was she saying, she hated DeMarcus.
Sitting on the bed again, she curled up in a ball. DeMarcus was going to have a talking to in the morning.
*** *** ***
Morgaine, the boy, and Larissa led Richard straight to the Gryffindor common room. The Fat Lady looked at him strangely.
"What's wrong with Phoebe there?"
Richard had always hated chatty portraits. His mother had sold one that used to follow them around, talking about the plague and how members of the DeMarcus family had avoided it. He had always felt that it was joking about the human sacrifice, but you never knew with his family.
Morgaine smiled at The Fat Lady, "Phoebs and DeMarcus had a fight during potions."
The Fat Lady sniffed in distaste, "Nasty Slytherins, never liked them."
Larissa nodded, "Black Pearl"
The Fat Lady smiled and swung open. Richard's eyes opened wide at the sight of the Gryffindor common room. The boy pulled him in.
"Come on Phoebs, you look like Jagang has gotten into your mind."
Richard looked at the boy blankly, and Morgaine smirked.
"I don't think she remembers the Paul series, Paul."
Paul looked crestfallen, "It took me forever to get her to read them, and she goes and forgets them cause of that basturd DeMarcus. Wipe that smirk off your face Morgaine la Fay!"
Morgaine laughed merrily, "Thank you Paul, I'm off the Avalon. Coming Rissa? Coming Phoebs?"
Larissa laughed and tugged on Richard's arm, "Come on Phoebs, let us reacquaint you with our room. Maybe the TV will stir your memory."
TV? What was that? Probably some mudblood thing. Larissa and Morgaine led him up the girl's dormitory steps. At last, he was on his way to the place he thought he would never be able to go. Just one step closer to his own personal harem of love slaves. Of course, there were plenty of Ravenclaw and Slytherin girls willing to be in such a harem.
Morgaine opened the door, and two other Gryffindor girls were sitting in front of a smallish black box with moving pictures on a screen type thing. They turned their heads and smiled.
"Hey Morgaine, how's Phoebs doing?"
"Fine, Cambria, she's having trouble remembering things though."
Richard had never really noticed any of the Gryffindor girls before. Phoebe and his relationship consisted mainly of antagonism. He had never really noticed her as a person before. The Gryffindor girls of his year were much better looking then the Slytherin girls, with possibly the exception of Kari.
Larissa and Morgaine were both tall and lean, without a spare ounce of fat. Cambria, who was lying on a bed, was more of a curvy nature, with springy blonde curls that frizzed slightly. The younger girl, named Tiffany, was small and healthy looking, with short brown hair that barely tickled the tips of her ears.
"You're missing your soaps Morgaine la Fay!"
Morgaine smiled at Tiffany and flopped onto her bed, watching the noisy box. Larissa and Cambria rolled their eyes and looked at Richard. Cambria smiled and put her hand on Richard's shoulder.
"Let's show you around the room then!"
Larissa and Cambria led Richard around the room. They pointed out things that Phoebe would have known. The box was called a TV, and a flat box similar looking to it was called a laptop, with a keyboard. He had never seen such things, and quickly found out they were charmed muggle inventions. They showed him a small bookcase, nothing like his own, filled with books from muggle science books, to muggle fantasies, to their magical world counter parts. All were in varying degrees of wornness from constant read. A flat thing that had sounds pumping out of little things he stuck in his ears was called a cd player. Apparently this was not odd to any of them.
All the Gryffindor sixth year girls were muggle born.
Cambria pushed Richard in a playful manner, laughing softly. In his normal form, no one would dare shove him in such a manner. Larissa rolled her eyes, "Cam, none of that, she's been through a lot today, with her run in with DeMarcus and all that."
Cambria's eyes opened wide, "Richard DeMarcus? Oh!"
Morgaine looked up from her soap opera, apparently something Phoebe hated.
"Oh don't start that again Cam! We don't need half the girls in Gryffindor going all doe-eyed for that Slytherin jerk!"
Cambria giggled innocently and sat on her bed, "Tif, I think it is time for you to go to bed, your soap is over."
The younger girl got up guiltily and left the room. Larissa shrugged, "I guess we better get ready for bed."
Richard's eyes snapped shut. I will not be a peeping Tom! I will not be a peeping Tom! I have my dignity!
He was going to have to find a way to switch this as soon as possible. All he had to do was find Phoebe in the morning. Richard didn't dare open his eyes for a half hour, till the girls were all changed. Then he had to change.
Williams is going to kill me.
*** *** ***
Phoebe was a wreck in the morning. Changing into her new school robes was horror to her. She did quite a good job for dressing with her eyes closed. Looking herself over in the mirror, she took the stand that she preferred the boys robes to the girls. They were much more comfortable. And she had always liked the Slytherin colors more then the Gryffindor ones.
"Hello there handsome!" The mirror stated as she stood in front of it.
Phoebe scowled at it, wishing she could play with the chain of her necklace to calm her nerves, but someone had taken the necklace off, and she didn't know where it was. She right hand went to her left ring finger, to mess with the ring that should be there. That was gone too. It wasn't like the ring had been expensive, she had gotten it off a bookmark, but it was a comforting symbol of friendship that she treasured. Now she didn't even have that.
"What you looking for, Master Richard?"
"I'm not DeMarcus."
"But of course you are master Richard, and you're looking quite delicious on this morning."
Phoebe stared hard at her, well, Richard's, reflection. Great, just what I need, a gay mirror. Things are going from bad to worse. I'm going to strangle DeMarcus after we sort this out.
Phoebe shook her head and walked out of the room, her only safety in the Slytherin common room. As she walked out, she saw the name Draco Malfoy in peeling silver paint written on the inside of the door.
She wondered why the name was still there; he had been gone from Hogwarts so long. Phoebe knew a bit about Draco Malfoy. He had joined Harry Potter in his sixth year, quickly becoming close with Potter. Though many of his cunning plans, many of Voldemort's had been thwarted. The war had been going on publicly since 1995, and the side of good needed everyone they could get. Phoebe wanted nothing more then to be an Auror and have the honor to work beside Draco Malfoy. She wanted it even more then her dream to work with ancient cultures. He was one of the best. Larissa had always said she wanted to meet Harry Potter. He was like an angel, too good and godly like. Phoebe wanted to meet the darker element, the human element, someone who felt the gnaw of humanities evil on their soul. Larissa wouldn't have understood Phoebe's yearning, Phoebe had always felt Larissa was one of those godly types, one who could never seem to do wrong.
As she was thinking this, she hadn't realized that she was in the common room. Everyone was looking at her, thinking she was DeMarcus. Of course, DeMarcus was the prince of Slytherin house.
An extremely pretty girl got up and walked over to Phoebe. Pretty, even extremely, was too simple a word for her. To describe her made Phoebe think of the fairy tale Snow White, skin as white as snow, lips red as a rose, hair black as a ravens back, almond eyes like chips of obsidian. This wasn't a Disney Snow White; this was the fairy tale, the vampire, the corpse. Phoebe half expected her to show fangs and attempt to drink her blood. Phoebe recognized the girl from the many times she had taunted Phoebe, and from once when her temper had snapped and her fist has slammed into that painfully perfect face. Kari Simmons.
Kari put her arms around Phoebe and purred into her ear, "Hello there Rich, are we still on for Friday?"
Phoebe tried to keep the color in her face from leaving. Oh crap, crap, crap, crap, this girl is way to close. Not good! Not Good!
"What's Friday?" Phoebe was amazed that she could keep her voice level. Phoebe did not like what this girl was doing with her hands. Oh wouldn't this girl be surprised if she knew that she was doing that to a girl.
"You promised me that we would have our date on Friday, I've been waiting so long to be spending time with you, alone."
Phoebe could feel the color starting to leave her face. She pushed Kari away, "I, err, have to go, bye."
Phoebe bolted out of the common room and into the dungeons. The horror at what Kari was hinting at had caused a violent unsettlement in Phoebe's stomach. I will not barf, I will not barf, I will not barf!
Phoebe pulled her wand out of her robe pocket. The only thing she had left from being Phoebe Williams and not Richard DeMarcus. Her wand was eleven inches, Willow wood with dragon heartstring core. It worked like an extension of her mind; sometimes she didn't have to even say the spell for it too work. She sometimes thought that it was alive, and it was like one of her best friends, one that would finish her every sentence and thought. It wouldn't work for anyone else; Morgaine had tried using it once. Since she felt it was alive, she had named it.
Waving her wand slightly, a tiny dragon emerged from the tip of it. With a sardonic smile, Phoebe put her wand away after waving away the dragon. Well, at least Drake recognizes me.
Phoebe headed for the Great Hall at full speed.
*** *** ***
Richard woke up when someone pushed him off Phoebe's bed. He got to his feet hastily and demanded who had done it. His stomach turned fiercely, he felt like he was going to throw up.
Cambria giggled wildly as she fell against her bed, "What, don't like a taste of your own medicine, Phoebs?"
Morgaine giggled wildly as Larissa looked on sympathetically. Cambria and Morgaine scowled at Larissa, Richard gave a silent sigh of relief. Apparently, they were used to their friend acting bizarre, or maybe they just didn't know her that well. Richard looked at his finger. A worn out ring that must have once been gold in color but was now a sort of coppery color was on his left ring finger. He noticed that Morgaine had a similar ring around her neck, only it was gold and shining. Morgaine followed Richard's gaze and took his hand, looking at the ring critically.
"We're going to have to charm it again. Honestly Phoebe, you need to get another chain for your ring, wearing it on your finger is messing it up faster. Plus the fact that you hardly ever take it off."
Cambria's eyes narrowed, "Phoebs, where's your necklace? The opal one."
Richard's mind raced, they still didn't know that he wasn't Phoebe, and he would like to keep it that way. What the hell kept me from looking last night, was it Phoebe? How could she be in my head and affecting me? What is the bloody stomach ache?
"Erm, I can't seem to find it, must have fallen off during the fight. I'll ask Professor Snape later today if he's seen it."
Larissa shook her head, "Honestly Phoebe, I can't see why you spend so much time around Snape. I know you like potions and all, but he hates Gryffindors!"
And with good reason too, I think, "Well, I ask him to explain stuff I don't get, it's simple as that."
What does Phoebe do with Snape? True, he had seen her talking with him after class and such... Oh God, horrible mental picture! What a nasty, nasty mind you have Richard!
As the other girls dressed into their uniforms, Richard turned around to dress in his. What's wrong with me? I should be taking full advantage of this! What's this little annoying voice in my head telling me to be good? His stomach gave another turn.
Richard and the Gryffindor girls headed down to the Great Hall. He caught sight of Phoebe coming up from the dungeons. Giving a quick excuse to the girls, he went out to meet her. Richard grabbed Phoebe's arm and pulled her underneath a staircase.
Her eyes, well, his own eyes, opened wide in shock. He forced her, err, him, err, Phoebe, to face him.
"What are you doing DeMarcus? This joke has gone on long enough, I want my body back!"
Richard was shocked at the violence in her, well, his voice.
"Don't blame me Williams, I don't know what has happened anymore then you!"
""You mean... we're stuck like this?!"
"Basically, unless we find out a way to fix it, and I'm not great at research."
"I am, I'm always in the library."
Richard gave a rough laugh, "I'm only in the library when I'm studying."
Phoebe glared at him, "You lie, I see you in the library all the time. I can do the research in your body, it'll keep me away from that Kari girl."
Richard groaned, "Kari, I forgot about her!"
"Well you can keep on forgetting about her, I'm staying away from her. Honestly, I hate your hormones! How can you stand them?!"
"I'm a guy, well, most of the time."
"Oh, right."
Richard's stomach wouldn't stop turning, "What is wrong with your body Williams? I fell like I'm going to throw up all the time!"
Phoebe's, well, Phoebe's Richard face scrunched up in thought, "Oh, right, it is that time of the month..."
"What time of the month?"
"DeMarcus, you're getting your period."
"WHAT?!"
"It's perfectly natural."
"Not for me!"
"Yeah, and you have quidditch practice today too, good thing we both play seeker."
"But how am I going to play?!"
"Well, I have tampons and pads in the room. There are instructions in the tampon box."
"What?!"
"Look, we have to get back to the Great Hall or people will suspect."
Richard smirked, "What, don't want to be seen under a staircase with Richard DeMarcus?"
"That's exactly the problem. Your period should start some time tomorrow. Hmmm, one good thing about turning into you is that I won't have to deal with it, and you will, HA!"
"You're evil Williams!"
"Thank you, everyone says that."
A Nightmare and A Dream
Shayla and the Slytherins were leading Phoebe through the dungeon hallways. Oh crap, I'm never going to remember how to find this common room, it took me half a year to remember where the Gryffindor common room was. Well, not really, but she was never good at remembering things.
I want to be back in my body, oh fates, what I wouldn't do for a pair of Dorothy's ruby slippers! There's no place like my body, there's no place like my body.
Phoebe looked down at her chest. Nope, still flat.
Shayla's touch was unnerving Phoebe. Considering Phoebe had lost almost all of her nerve when Larissa had threatened her, her knees were now starting to quake. The only thing that stuck in Phoebe's memory was the common room password.
Death To Mudbloods.
Oh god, I'm a mudblood trapped in a house of mudblood hating purebloods! Oh what I wouldn't give for the Gryffindor purebloods. Did I just call myself a mudblood? I need my cd player.
Phoebe had gotten Morgaine to charm her cd player so that it would work on Hogwarts grounds. Morgaine had been the only one with enough dedication to learn the complex charm. She had also charmed a portable TV with a DVD player, and a laptop they all shared. They had been watching Pirates of the Caribbean the night before while Morgaine and Larissa's pictures of the actor Orlando Bloom winked at them from above their beds. Cambria had pictures as well, but they were hidden under her pillow so Morgaine didn't steal them. Phoebe had a stash of country cds as well as her dad's rock cds under her bed.
The Slytherin common room was extremely cold. No wonder the Slytherins were such an uninviting lot. If she had to spend her free time here, she'd be like that too. Then she remembered, she did have too.
Shayla was hanging on Phoebe's arm. Phoebe cringed and pulled her arm away delicately.
"Umm, could you show me where my room is, I can't seem to remember where it is."
Shayla fluttered her eyelashes in what she seemed to deem a flirtatious manner. Phoebe controlled the urge to barf.
"Of course Richard, of course I'll show you where it is."
She started walking and Phoebe followed her. Phoebe watched closely as Shayla led her to her room.
"This is your room Rich. Isn't it fantastic that you get your own room for being quidditch captain?"
Phoebe nodded absentmindedly, "Yeah, sure. Umm, I'm going to go to bed, ok?"
Shayla grinned evilly, "I could come with you."
Phoebe felt herself being pressed against the door. Her now deep voice went high pitched, "Umm, no Shayla, I'm just going to go to sleep."
Shayla looked upset and headed back to the common room. Phoebe gave a sigh of relief and entered her new room. Her eyes widened.
The room looked tidy and neat, almost like a tiny study. Phoebe had always wanted a room like this, a desk, bookcases full of books, looking like a Victorian library.
Wow, DeMarcus has some class. I always thought you lived in a wizard version of a mad scientist lab. Of course, I doubt you would have watched as many sci-fi flicks as I have.
Phoebe sat down on the bed. Wow, satin sheets. Looking around the room, she noticed another door. Crossing over the room, she opened to door and sighed in relief.
Oh thank the fates, he has his own bathroom!
A slight breath of relief came upon Phoebe. At least she didn't have to share anything with the other slytherin boys. Richard was one of the few tolerable slytherin boys in the entire school, and the only tolerable one in their year.
What was she saying, she hated DeMarcus.
Sitting on the bed again, she curled up in a ball. DeMarcus was going to have a talking to in the morning.
*** *** ***
Morgaine, the boy, and Larissa led Richard straight to the Gryffindor common room. The Fat Lady looked at him strangely.
"What's wrong with Phoebe there?"
Richard had always hated chatty portraits. His mother had sold one that used to follow them around, talking about the plague and how members of the DeMarcus family had avoided it. He had always felt that it was joking about the human sacrifice, but you never knew with his family.
Morgaine smiled at The Fat Lady, "Phoebs and DeMarcus had a fight during potions."
The Fat Lady sniffed in distaste, "Nasty Slytherins, never liked them."
Larissa nodded, "Black Pearl"
The Fat Lady smiled and swung open. Richard's eyes opened wide at the sight of the Gryffindor common room. The boy pulled him in.
"Come on Phoebs, you look like Jagang has gotten into your mind."
Richard looked at the boy blankly, and Morgaine smirked.
"I don't think she remembers the Paul series, Paul."
Paul looked crestfallen, "It took me forever to get her to read them, and she goes and forgets them cause of that basturd DeMarcus. Wipe that smirk off your face Morgaine la Fay!"
Morgaine laughed merrily, "Thank you Paul, I'm off the Avalon. Coming Rissa? Coming Phoebs?"
Larissa laughed and tugged on Richard's arm, "Come on Phoebs, let us reacquaint you with our room. Maybe the TV will stir your memory."
TV? What was that? Probably some mudblood thing. Larissa and Morgaine led him up the girl's dormitory steps. At last, he was on his way to the place he thought he would never be able to go. Just one step closer to his own personal harem of love slaves. Of course, there were plenty of Ravenclaw and Slytherin girls willing to be in such a harem.
Morgaine opened the door, and two other Gryffindor girls were sitting in front of a smallish black box with moving pictures on a screen type thing. They turned their heads and smiled.
"Hey Morgaine, how's Phoebs doing?"
"Fine, Cambria, she's having trouble remembering things though."
Richard had never really noticed any of the Gryffindor girls before. Phoebe and his relationship consisted mainly of antagonism. He had never really noticed her as a person before. The Gryffindor girls of his year were much better looking then the Slytherin girls, with possibly the exception of Kari.
Larissa and Morgaine were both tall and lean, without a spare ounce of fat. Cambria, who was lying on a bed, was more of a curvy nature, with springy blonde curls that frizzed slightly. The younger girl, named Tiffany, was small and healthy looking, with short brown hair that barely tickled the tips of her ears.
"You're missing your soaps Morgaine la Fay!"
Morgaine smiled at Tiffany and flopped onto her bed, watching the noisy box. Larissa and Cambria rolled their eyes and looked at Richard. Cambria smiled and put her hand on Richard's shoulder.
"Let's show you around the room then!"
Larissa and Cambria led Richard around the room. They pointed out things that Phoebe would have known. The box was called a TV, and a flat box similar looking to it was called a laptop, with a keyboard. He had never seen such things, and quickly found out they were charmed muggle inventions. They showed him a small bookcase, nothing like his own, filled with books from muggle science books, to muggle fantasies, to their magical world counter parts. All were in varying degrees of wornness from constant read. A flat thing that had sounds pumping out of little things he stuck in his ears was called a cd player. Apparently this was not odd to any of them.
All the Gryffindor sixth year girls were muggle born.
Cambria pushed Richard in a playful manner, laughing softly. In his normal form, no one would dare shove him in such a manner. Larissa rolled her eyes, "Cam, none of that, she's been through a lot today, with her run in with DeMarcus and all that."
Cambria's eyes opened wide, "Richard DeMarcus? Oh!"
Morgaine looked up from her soap opera, apparently something Phoebe hated.
"Oh don't start that again Cam! We don't need half the girls in Gryffindor going all doe-eyed for that Slytherin jerk!"
Cambria giggled innocently and sat on her bed, "Tif, I think it is time for you to go to bed, your soap is over."
The younger girl got up guiltily and left the room. Larissa shrugged, "I guess we better get ready for bed."
Richard's eyes snapped shut. I will not be a peeping Tom! I will not be a peeping Tom! I have my dignity!
He was going to have to find a way to switch this as soon as possible. All he had to do was find Phoebe in the morning. Richard didn't dare open his eyes for a half hour, till the girls were all changed. Then he had to change.
Williams is going to kill me.
*** *** ***
Phoebe was a wreck in the morning. Changing into her new school robes was horror to her. She did quite a good job for dressing with her eyes closed. Looking herself over in the mirror, she took the stand that she preferred the boys robes to the girls. They were much more comfortable. And she had always liked the Slytherin colors more then the Gryffindor ones.
"Hello there handsome!" The mirror stated as she stood in front of it.
Phoebe scowled at it, wishing she could play with the chain of her necklace to calm her nerves, but someone had taken the necklace off, and she didn't know where it was. She right hand went to her left ring finger, to mess with the ring that should be there. That was gone too. It wasn't like the ring had been expensive, she had gotten it off a bookmark, but it was a comforting symbol of friendship that she treasured. Now she didn't even have that.
"What you looking for, Master Richard?"
"I'm not DeMarcus."
"But of course you are master Richard, and you're looking quite delicious on this morning."
Phoebe stared hard at her, well, Richard's, reflection. Great, just what I need, a gay mirror. Things are going from bad to worse. I'm going to strangle DeMarcus after we sort this out.
Phoebe shook her head and walked out of the room, her only safety in the Slytherin common room. As she walked out, she saw the name Draco Malfoy in peeling silver paint written on the inside of the door.
She wondered why the name was still there; he had been gone from Hogwarts so long. Phoebe knew a bit about Draco Malfoy. He had joined Harry Potter in his sixth year, quickly becoming close with Potter. Though many of his cunning plans, many of Voldemort's had been thwarted. The war had been going on publicly since 1995, and the side of good needed everyone they could get. Phoebe wanted nothing more then to be an Auror and have the honor to work beside Draco Malfoy. She wanted it even more then her dream to work with ancient cultures. He was one of the best. Larissa had always said she wanted to meet Harry Potter. He was like an angel, too good and godly like. Phoebe wanted to meet the darker element, the human element, someone who felt the gnaw of humanities evil on their soul. Larissa wouldn't have understood Phoebe's yearning, Phoebe had always felt Larissa was one of those godly types, one who could never seem to do wrong.
As she was thinking this, she hadn't realized that she was in the common room. Everyone was looking at her, thinking she was DeMarcus. Of course, DeMarcus was the prince of Slytherin house.
An extremely pretty girl got up and walked over to Phoebe. Pretty, even extremely, was too simple a word for her. To describe her made Phoebe think of the fairy tale Snow White, skin as white as snow, lips red as a rose, hair black as a ravens back, almond eyes like chips of obsidian. This wasn't a Disney Snow White; this was the fairy tale, the vampire, the corpse. Phoebe half expected her to show fangs and attempt to drink her blood. Phoebe recognized the girl from the many times she had taunted Phoebe, and from once when her temper had snapped and her fist has slammed into that painfully perfect face. Kari Simmons.
Kari put her arms around Phoebe and purred into her ear, "Hello there Rich, are we still on for Friday?"
Phoebe tried to keep the color in her face from leaving. Oh crap, crap, crap, crap, this girl is way to close. Not good! Not Good!
"What's Friday?" Phoebe was amazed that she could keep her voice level. Phoebe did not like what this girl was doing with her hands. Oh wouldn't this girl be surprised if she knew that she was doing that to a girl.
"You promised me that we would have our date on Friday, I've been waiting so long to be spending time with you, alone."
Phoebe could feel the color starting to leave her face. She pushed Kari away, "I, err, have to go, bye."
Phoebe bolted out of the common room and into the dungeons. The horror at what Kari was hinting at had caused a violent unsettlement in Phoebe's stomach. I will not barf, I will not barf, I will not barf!
Phoebe pulled her wand out of her robe pocket. The only thing she had left from being Phoebe Williams and not Richard DeMarcus. Her wand was eleven inches, Willow wood with dragon heartstring core. It worked like an extension of her mind; sometimes she didn't have to even say the spell for it too work. She sometimes thought that it was alive, and it was like one of her best friends, one that would finish her every sentence and thought. It wouldn't work for anyone else; Morgaine had tried using it once. Since she felt it was alive, she had named it.
Waving her wand slightly, a tiny dragon emerged from the tip of it. With a sardonic smile, Phoebe put her wand away after waving away the dragon. Well, at least Drake recognizes me.
Phoebe headed for the Great Hall at full speed.
*** *** ***
Richard woke up when someone pushed him off Phoebe's bed. He got to his feet hastily and demanded who had done it. His stomach turned fiercely, he felt like he was going to throw up.
Cambria giggled wildly as she fell against her bed, "What, don't like a taste of your own medicine, Phoebs?"
Morgaine giggled wildly as Larissa looked on sympathetically. Cambria and Morgaine scowled at Larissa, Richard gave a silent sigh of relief. Apparently, they were used to their friend acting bizarre, or maybe they just didn't know her that well. Richard looked at his finger. A worn out ring that must have once been gold in color but was now a sort of coppery color was on his left ring finger. He noticed that Morgaine had a similar ring around her neck, only it was gold and shining. Morgaine followed Richard's gaze and took his hand, looking at the ring critically.
"We're going to have to charm it again. Honestly Phoebe, you need to get another chain for your ring, wearing it on your finger is messing it up faster. Plus the fact that you hardly ever take it off."
Cambria's eyes narrowed, "Phoebs, where's your necklace? The opal one."
Richard's mind raced, they still didn't know that he wasn't Phoebe, and he would like to keep it that way. What the hell kept me from looking last night, was it Phoebe? How could she be in my head and affecting me? What is the bloody stomach ache?
"Erm, I can't seem to find it, must have fallen off during the fight. I'll ask Professor Snape later today if he's seen it."
Larissa shook her head, "Honestly Phoebe, I can't see why you spend so much time around Snape. I know you like potions and all, but he hates Gryffindors!"
And with good reason too, I think, "Well, I ask him to explain stuff I don't get, it's simple as that."
What does Phoebe do with Snape? True, he had seen her talking with him after class and such... Oh God, horrible mental picture! What a nasty, nasty mind you have Richard!
As the other girls dressed into their uniforms, Richard turned around to dress in his. What's wrong with me? I should be taking full advantage of this! What's this little annoying voice in my head telling me to be good? His stomach gave another turn.
Richard and the Gryffindor girls headed down to the Great Hall. He caught sight of Phoebe coming up from the dungeons. Giving a quick excuse to the girls, he went out to meet her. Richard grabbed Phoebe's arm and pulled her underneath a staircase.
Her eyes, well, his own eyes, opened wide in shock. He forced her, err, him, err, Phoebe, to face him.
"What are you doing DeMarcus? This joke has gone on long enough, I want my body back!"
Richard was shocked at the violence in her, well, his voice.
"Don't blame me Williams, I don't know what has happened anymore then you!"
""You mean... we're stuck like this?!"
"Basically, unless we find out a way to fix it, and I'm not great at research."
"I am, I'm always in the library."
Richard gave a rough laugh, "I'm only in the library when I'm studying."
Phoebe glared at him, "You lie, I see you in the library all the time. I can do the research in your body, it'll keep me away from that Kari girl."
Richard groaned, "Kari, I forgot about her!"
"Well you can keep on forgetting about her, I'm staying away from her. Honestly, I hate your hormones! How can you stand them?!"
"I'm a guy, well, most of the time."
"Oh, right."
Richard's stomach wouldn't stop turning, "What is wrong with your body Williams? I fell like I'm going to throw up all the time!"
Phoebe's, well, Phoebe's Richard face scrunched up in thought, "Oh, right, it is that time of the month..."
"What time of the month?"
"DeMarcus, you're getting your period."
"WHAT?!"
"It's perfectly natural."
"Not for me!"
"Yeah, and you have quidditch practice today too, good thing we both play seeker."
"But how am I going to play?!"
"Well, I have tampons and pads in the room. There are instructions in the tampon box."
"What?!"
"Look, we have to get back to the Great Hall or people will suspect."
Richard smirked, "What, don't want to be seen under a staircase with Richard DeMarcus?"
"That's exactly the problem. Your period should start some time tomorrow. Hmmm, one good thing about turning into you is that I won't have to deal with it, and you will, HA!"
"You're evil Williams!"
"Thank you, everyone says that."