07/02/04
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Subway, Starbucks, or the D.C. Fire Department. And, even though I'd like to, I don't own 8th & I. The Marines do.
A/N: Hey, everybody!!!!! How's it going? Well, in this chapter I will shamelessly insert myself into the story. The two people my character speak to are based on two people in my youth group. Anyway, if you don't live in D.C. (I don't but I go there every Sunday, and I know a lot of these things :D) this chapter may be a bit confusing. But if you know someone who's been or lived in D.C. it may be less confusing. Or you could just use a map. Either way works. On with the chapter!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Six
Oliver woke with a start. Sitting on--and jiggling--the end of his bed were Ian and Eddie Alister. They had twin evil grins plastered on their faces.
"C'mon Oliver," they said, bouncing harder, "get up! We've a big day ahead of us!"
"Bullocks," said Oliver, rolling over. The twins thought he was going back to sleep. He was, in fact, grabbing his wand. When they started to jiggle again, he whipped around and said, "Pertrificus totallus!" And they fell off, in the full body-bind.
Oliver got up, and stood over their prone bodies. "Eh, how d'you like me now?" He grinned at his witticism. "Finite-" he started, but stopped. He bent over the twins and smiled at them. "You two need to learn your lesson," he said. And went into his bathroom to take a shower.
He came out to see June reading something to the still-bound twins, who were glaring hard at her.
"....And so, the fluffie bunnies saved the enchanted forest again. The end," she said, snapping the book shut. She smiled mercilessly at them. "Now are you sorry for ruining my favorite silk dress four months ago?"
The prone bodies nodded fiercely, and June cancled the spell. As they left the room, the twins blew raspberries at the Keeper and Chaser.
Oliver looked at June. "You know, I've got to get dressed," he pointed out.
"Oh, go ahead," said June, leaning back in her chair. "I don't mind."
Oliver smiled, and flicked at towel at her. "Yes, but I and your husband do," he said. "Now scat."
There was a pecking sound at the window. Oliver looked to see Xaiver on the windowsill, hooting at him. He let the owl in, and took the letter from him. "Ah," he murmured, sitting on his unmade bed. "It's from Hermione."
Sunday, October 18th Dear Oliver,
Wow. America. How exciting! Harry and Ron will not be able to make the game, so they send their regrets. I, however, will be able to, as my boss has given me the next month off! Don't forget that my party's the day after you get back, all right? you could try to get your costume there, as it would impress my England-bound friends. Miss you already, and yes, Xaiver is gorgeous. Mynos has a crush on him! See you soon (two days, in fact)!
Yours,
Hermione
Oliver grinned, and put the letter inside his messenger bag that Olivia had got him a year ago for Christmas. He packed the few things he'd need for Muggle Washington, and went down to breakfast.
He was shocked, upon going to the breakfast buffet, to find a lot of food! Muffins, bagels, waffles, danish, cereal, and toast!
He glanced at the table where his teammates were. They were all eating giant things of waffles. So, he went to the waffle-maker and got some, too.
He walked over to the table and pulled out the chair inbetween June and Katie. "So, waffles for everyone, eh?" he said, looking at their plates.
June looked at him imperiously. "Yes. Here," she said, putting some strawberries and whipped cream on them, "try them now. They'll taste even better."
Oliver eyed them suspiciously. Pulling his wand out, he muttered a curse and charm disarming spell. The food glowed light green, and then went back to it's original color.
"Aw, shucks," said Eddie, snapping his fingers. "I thought we could get 'im."
Oliver clicked his tongue. "Five years with the Weasley twins, and you learn not to eat anything without muttering the spell. Unless you're Harry," he said as an afterthought. "Or Hermione. They never dared trick Hermione. I believe that she told them that if they did, she'd curse them and report them to McGonagall."
"Really?" said Katie, fascinated. "I didn't know that."
Oliver nodded, feeling sagely wise. "Yup. Boy, they were scared of her. I mean, she can be as intimidating as Mrs. Wealsey when she wants to."
Everyone knew Molly Weasley. And they shuddered, even imagining that she was mad at them was a scary thought.
"So, what are we doing today?" Oliver asked June, who was the team's captain. He was co-Captain, but he hadn't gotten the time to memorize the itenerary on the ride over.
June looked at a piece of paper. "American Smithsonian of Natural History," she said. She glanced at the team. "And the American History Smithsonian. They're supposed to be fascinating."
"What're we going to see in the Natural History museum?" asked Simon, through a mouthful of waffle.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," said June absently, consulting the paper. "We're going to look at the jewel exibit. It looks really cool."
"And then?" said Simon, not listening to June about the talking-with-your- mouth-full-thing.
"We're going to take a walk on Capitol Hill," said June. "And go up to a place called 'Eastern Market,' which is like a swap meet, basically. And walk over to this gothic-looking church, and down 8th to 8th & I to see the Marine Corps barracks." She looked up. "Did you know that 8th & I is the oldest American federal residence? In the war of 1812," she blushed, "we, the British that is, burned down the White House making the Commedant of the Marine Corps house the oldest residence in America."
"As interesting as that is, June," said Oliver, glancing at his watch, "it's nine o'clock. let's get going."
"Why?" asked June, consulting yet another pamphlet. "The smithsonian's don't open until ten."
"Well," said Oliver philisaphically, "we should walk, and it'll take an hour to get there if we walk."
"Why would we walk?" said Katie, horrified.
The men looked at her in a shocked way. "Why not? It's just a wee strech of the legs," said Oliver, shocked by Katie's comment.
Katie and June looked at one another. "Well," said June, sighing, "they do have a point."
Katie shrugged. "Let's go then." And got up and headed towards the door, bag slung over her shoulder.
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By the time they reached the Natural History museum, it was ten o'clock, and the smithsonians were open.
They went into the museum and up to the second floor to see the jewels. They got a few glimpses of the Hope Diamond, as the revolving display it was in was almost concealed by people.
"Oliver!" said Katie, pulling him over to show him a pair of diamond earrings. "These earrings belonged to Marie Antoinette!"
"Yeah," scoffed Oliver, "and look what happened to her!"
Katie frowned at him, and continued, "This one," she pointed to the one on the left, "is sixteen carats!" She smiled at his shocked face. "And the other one is eighteen."
"Wow...." he said, trailing over to the diamond-encrusted crown that-- according to the information paper--used to have emeralds in place of where there was now jade. And to the diamond necklace with a giant emerald at the end of it.
After a quarter hour, they went to the Mammal exhibit and looked at what they heard one lady call "stuffed animals."
Then they were off to the American History smithsonian. They went through the president's exhibit, and Oliver read the Berlin Wall speech, which was originally done by the late President Reagan, the information thing said.
They also saw--for the girls, of course; the guys weren't interested--the presidents' wives' gown. Simon began to look frazzled at the women chattering about it.
They left the museum and crossed the Mall, going to the sidewalk lining Independace Ave. They walked for about two miles to the intersection of Independence and North Carolina Avenue's.
They went to Eastern Market, and looked around. They saw a large group of teenagers standing beside a bread stand and went over.
The team pushed Oliver to the front. "Excuse me," he said, to a girl with short reddish-brown hair, who'd been watching them, and holding a loaf of French bread.
"Yes?" she said. She was, no doubt about it, American. Also, she was amused by his plight. "Are you lost or something?"
Oliver frowned, and she covered up a laugh. "Hi, my name's Oliver, and my friends and I were wondering if you knew any good place to eat. Becuase we're tourists and all..." he trailed off, feeling horrible about asking a teenager in a forign country what to do.
"Well, Oliver," she said, sticking her hand out, ignoring the other's whispered comments, "I'm Manion Nix. It's nice to meet you." She turned to glare at the girl behind her, who was making some unwanted comment. "Katie, shut up. If I want your opinion, I'll ask for it."
"Nion," said a girl with olive skin and auburn hair, "you really shouldn't be so mean to Katie. It's not that nice."
"Oh, come on, El," said Manion to the girl next to her, "she's had it coming for five years now."
"Even if she does, you shouldn't do it," the girl named El, glaring at Katie, who blushed. "And you shoudn't tell Nion what to do, Katie. She's right, you know. You have had it coming. Stop telling her what to do, or else."
"Anyway," Manion turned back to Oliver, "if you want bread, there isn't a better place for it but at this lady's charming stand." She nodded towards the stand's owner. "But, there is a Subway down 8th if you want sandwiches. I can show you if you want."
Oliver nodded, grateful. "Thanks."
The girl turned back towards the group and told the one girl named 'El' that she was going to show the tourist the Subway, and she'd be back in a bit, and to tell her brother where she was. "Well," she said, coming over to Oliver, "follow me."
She lead them over Pennslyvania Avenue, and past a Starbucks. Walking past a Blockbuster and a fire station, she stopped in front of a store called Subway. "Here we are," she said, motioning towards the store. "I reccomend the Italian Herb and Cheese. Also," she said, going over to Oliver, "if you want to remain incognito, I also reccomend you put your wands in your bag, not in your pockets. People in America don't often go about with sticks in their pockets." She waved, went down the street, and dissapeared into the Starbucks.
Oliver blinked, discretely pulled his wand out and stuffed it into his messenger bag. "Well," he said. "That was weird."
"How did she-" said June, they were watching the Starbucks, and saw her come out with a frappichino in her hand, turn, wave, and head back up 8th. "Never mind. I don't want to know." She opened the door to Subway. "Shall we?"
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As they walked back up 8th, they turned onto North Carolina and passed a church. Many of the teenagers who were at the bread stand were sitting on the steps. Manion, Oliver noticed, was reading off to the side, ignoring glances that people flicked her way.
They went in through the gates and up to her, Oliver sitting next to her.
"Hey," she said, closing the green paperback. She put it into a large brown messenger bag that sat on her other side. "Subway work out all right?"
Oliver grinned. "Yeah, thanks." He looked over at everyone else in her group. "How come you aren't hanging out with them?" he asked, puzzled.
She sighed. "Well, I never really got along with most of them, and now that I helped some British and Scottish strangers out, it just makes me weirder." She looked at the others. "What're you looking at?" she said rudely. The turned back to their conversations.
"So, what's that you're drinking?" he asked.
Manion glanced at the cup. "It's a mocha frappichino. They're great. If you get the chance, get one. Oh," she leaned closer, lowering her voice, "be sure to be careful about your wands, all right? Americans are different. We ask questions." She grinned. "Well, you'd better get going. Have a nice visit. Hope you win your game!" Then she got up, flicked the head of a girl with olive skin, and ran inside, away from her friend, who wanted to flick her back.
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After more sight-seeing, the team went back to the hotel for dinner. Oliver went up to his room, lay on his bed and sighed. He was tired.
He stripped down, put on his pajama pants, and crawled under the covers and went to sleep.
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A/N: No, mocha frappichino's are the BEST!!!!!!!!! Especially in the summer, and it's hot, and you want coffee, but not something hot, and BOOM there's the frap, waiting for you! ::looks at readers, who think she is crazy:: ::is ashamed at her coffee crazed behaviour:: Sorry. I just like them a lot. I had to redo some of it, because my friend, who's screen name is Alicia Rose-Wilde, wanted a bigger part. A speaking role. WELL YOU GOT IT, SO STOP COMPLAINING!!!!!!! How selfish is that? The other girl, Katie, is another girl who I know from my youth group. I'm not to fond of her, obviously. So, what did you think of this chapter? Was it any good? I hope so. Please review!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Subway, Starbucks, or the D.C. Fire Department. And, even though I'd like to, I don't own 8th & I. The Marines do.
A/N: Hey, everybody!!!!! How's it going? Well, in this chapter I will shamelessly insert myself into the story. The two people my character speak to are based on two people in my youth group. Anyway, if you don't live in D.C. (I don't but I go there every Sunday, and I know a lot of these things :D) this chapter may be a bit confusing. But if you know someone who's been or lived in D.C. it may be less confusing. Or you could just use a map. Either way works. On with the chapter!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Six
Oliver woke with a start. Sitting on--and jiggling--the end of his bed were Ian and Eddie Alister. They had twin evil grins plastered on their faces.
"C'mon Oliver," they said, bouncing harder, "get up! We've a big day ahead of us!"
"Bullocks," said Oliver, rolling over. The twins thought he was going back to sleep. He was, in fact, grabbing his wand. When they started to jiggle again, he whipped around and said, "Pertrificus totallus!" And they fell off, in the full body-bind.
Oliver got up, and stood over their prone bodies. "Eh, how d'you like me now?" He grinned at his witticism. "Finite-" he started, but stopped. He bent over the twins and smiled at them. "You two need to learn your lesson," he said. And went into his bathroom to take a shower.
He came out to see June reading something to the still-bound twins, who were glaring hard at her.
"....And so, the fluffie bunnies saved the enchanted forest again. The end," she said, snapping the book shut. She smiled mercilessly at them. "Now are you sorry for ruining my favorite silk dress four months ago?"
The prone bodies nodded fiercely, and June cancled the spell. As they left the room, the twins blew raspberries at the Keeper and Chaser.
Oliver looked at June. "You know, I've got to get dressed," he pointed out.
"Oh, go ahead," said June, leaning back in her chair. "I don't mind."
Oliver smiled, and flicked at towel at her. "Yes, but I and your husband do," he said. "Now scat."
There was a pecking sound at the window. Oliver looked to see Xaiver on the windowsill, hooting at him. He let the owl in, and took the letter from him. "Ah," he murmured, sitting on his unmade bed. "It's from Hermione."
Sunday, October 18th Dear Oliver,
Wow. America. How exciting! Harry and Ron will not be able to make the game, so they send their regrets. I, however, will be able to, as my boss has given me the next month off! Don't forget that my party's the day after you get back, all right? you could try to get your costume there, as it would impress my England-bound friends. Miss you already, and yes, Xaiver is gorgeous. Mynos has a crush on him! See you soon (two days, in fact)!
Yours,
Hermione
Oliver grinned, and put the letter inside his messenger bag that Olivia had got him a year ago for Christmas. He packed the few things he'd need for Muggle Washington, and went down to breakfast.
He was shocked, upon going to the breakfast buffet, to find a lot of food! Muffins, bagels, waffles, danish, cereal, and toast!
He glanced at the table where his teammates were. They were all eating giant things of waffles. So, he went to the waffle-maker and got some, too.
He walked over to the table and pulled out the chair inbetween June and Katie. "So, waffles for everyone, eh?" he said, looking at their plates.
June looked at him imperiously. "Yes. Here," she said, putting some strawberries and whipped cream on them, "try them now. They'll taste even better."
Oliver eyed them suspiciously. Pulling his wand out, he muttered a curse and charm disarming spell. The food glowed light green, and then went back to it's original color.
"Aw, shucks," said Eddie, snapping his fingers. "I thought we could get 'im."
Oliver clicked his tongue. "Five years with the Weasley twins, and you learn not to eat anything without muttering the spell. Unless you're Harry," he said as an afterthought. "Or Hermione. They never dared trick Hermione. I believe that she told them that if they did, she'd curse them and report them to McGonagall."
"Really?" said Katie, fascinated. "I didn't know that."
Oliver nodded, feeling sagely wise. "Yup. Boy, they were scared of her. I mean, she can be as intimidating as Mrs. Wealsey when she wants to."
Everyone knew Molly Weasley. And they shuddered, even imagining that she was mad at them was a scary thought.
"So, what are we doing today?" Oliver asked June, who was the team's captain. He was co-Captain, but he hadn't gotten the time to memorize the itenerary on the ride over.
June looked at a piece of paper. "American Smithsonian of Natural History," she said. She glanced at the team. "And the American History Smithsonian. They're supposed to be fascinating."
"What're we going to see in the Natural History museum?" asked Simon, through a mouthful of waffle.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," said June absently, consulting the paper. "We're going to look at the jewel exibit. It looks really cool."
"And then?" said Simon, not listening to June about the talking-with-your- mouth-full-thing.
"We're going to take a walk on Capitol Hill," said June. "And go up to a place called 'Eastern Market,' which is like a swap meet, basically. And walk over to this gothic-looking church, and down 8th to 8th & I to see the Marine Corps barracks." She looked up. "Did you know that 8th & I is the oldest American federal residence? In the war of 1812," she blushed, "we, the British that is, burned down the White House making the Commedant of the Marine Corps house the oldest residence in America."
"As interesting as that is, June," said Oliver, glancing at his watch, "it's nine o'clock. let's get going."
"Why?" asked June, consulting yet another pamphlet. "The smithsonian's don't open until ten."
"Well," said Oliver philisaphically, "we should walk, and it'll take an hour to get there if we walk."
"Why would we walk?" said Katie, horrified.
The men looked at her in a shocked way. "Why not? It's just a wee strech of the legs," said Oliver, shocked by Katie's comment.
Katie and June looked at one another. "Well," said June, sighing, "they do have a point."
Katie shrugged. "Let's go then." And got up and headed towards the door, bag slung over her shoulder.
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By the time they reached the Natural History museum, it was ten o'clock, and the smithsonians were open.
They went into the museum and up to the second floor to see the jewels. They got a few glimpses of the Hope Diamond, as the revolving display it was in was almost concealed by people.
"Oliver!" said Katie, pulling him over to show him a pair of diamond earrings. "These earrings belonged to Marie Antoinette!"
"Yeah," scoffed Oliver, "and look what happened to her!"
Katie frowned at him, and continued, "This one," she pointed to the one on the left, "is sixteen carats!" She smiled at his shocked face. "And the other one is eighteen."
"Wow...." he said, trailing over to the diamond-encrusted crown that-- according to the information paper--used to have emeralds in place of where there was now jade. And to the diamond necklace with a giant emerald at the end of it.
After a quarter hour, they went to the Mammal exhibit and looked at what they heard one lady call "stuffed animals."
Then they were off to the American History smithsonian. They went through the president's exhibit, and Oliver read the Berlin Wall speech, which was originally done by the late President Reagan, the information thing said.
They also saw--for the girls, of course; the guys weren't interested--the presidents' wives' gown. Simon began to look frazzled at the women chattering about it.
They left the museum and crossed the Mall, going to the sidewalk lining Independace Ave. They walked for about two miles to the intersection of Independence and North Carolina Avenue's.
They went to Eastern Market, and looked around. They saw a large group of teenagers standing beside a bread stand and went over.
The team pushed Oliver to the front. "Excuse me," he said, to a girl with short reddish-brown hair, who'd been watching them, and holding a loaf of French bread.
"Yes?" she said. She was, no doubt about it, American. Also, she was amused by his plight. "Are you lost or something?"
Oliver frowned, and she covered up a laugh. "Hi, my name's Oliver, and my friends and I were wondering if you knew any good place to eat. Becuase we're tourists and all..." he trailed off, feeling horrible about asking a teenager in a forign country what to do.
"Well, Oliver," she said, sticking her hand out, ignoring the other's whispered comments, "I'm Manion Nix. It's nice to meet you." She turned to glare at the girl behind her, who was making some unwanted comment. "Katie, shut up. If I want your opinion, I'll ask for it."
"Nion," said a girl with olive skin and auburn hair, "you really shouldn't be so mean to Katie. It's not that nice."
"Oh, come on, El," said Manion to the girl next to her, "she's had it coming for five years now."
"Even if she does, you shouldn't do it," the girl named El, glaring at Katie, who blushed. "And you shoudn't tell Nion what to do, Katie. She's right, you know. You have had it coming. Stop telling her what to do, or else."
"Anyway," Manion turned back to Oliver, "if you want bread, there isn't a better place for it but at this lady's charming stand." She nodded towards the stand's owner. "But, there is a Subway down 8th if you want sandwiches. I can show you if you want."
Oliver nodded, grateful. "Thanks."
The girl turned back towards the group and told the one girl named 'El' that she was going to show the tourist the Subway, and she'd be back in a bit, and to tell her brother where she was. "Well," she said, coming over to Oliver, "follow me."
She lead them over Pennslyvania Avenue, and past a Starbucks. Walking past a Blockbuster and a fire station, she stopped in front of a store called Subway. "Here we are," she said, motioning towards the store. "I reccomend the Italian Herb and Cheese. Also," she said, going over to Oliver, "if you want to remain incognito, I also reccomend you put your wands in your bag, not in your pockets. People in America don't often go about with sticks in their pockets." She waved, went down the street, and dissapeared into the Starbucks.
Oliver blinked, discretely pulled his wand out and stuffed it into his messenger bag. "Well," he said. "That was weird."
"How did she-" said June, they were watching the Starbucks, and saw her come out with a frappichino in her hand, turn, wave, and head back up 8th. "Never mind. I don't want to know." She opened the door to Subway. "Shall we?"
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As they walked back up 8th, they turned onto North Carolina and passed a church. Many of the teenagers who were at the bread stand were sitting on the steps. Manion, Oliver noticed, was reading off to the side, ignoring glances that people flicked her way.
They went in through the gates and up to her, Oliver sitting next to her.
"Hey," she said, closing the green paperback. She put it into a large brown messenger bag that sat on her other side. "Subway work out all right?"
Oliver grinned. "Yeah, thanks." He looked over at everyone else in her group. "How come you aren't hanging out with them?" he asked, puzzled.
She sighed. "Well, I never really got along with most of them, and now that I helped some British and Scottish strangers out, it just makes me weirder." She looked at the others. "What're you looking at?" she said rudely. The turned back to their conversations.
"So, what's that you're drinking?" he asked.
Manion glanced at the cup. "It's a mocha frappichino. They're great. If you get the chance, get one. Oh," she leaned closer, lowering her voice, "be sure to be careful about your wands, all right? Americans are different. We ask questions." She grinned. "Well, you'd better get going. Have a nice visit. Hope you win your game!" Then she got up, flicked the head of a girl with olive skin, and ran inside, away from her friend, who wanted to flick her back.
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After more sight-seeing, the team went back to the hotel for dinner. Oliver went up to his room, lay on his bed and sighed. He was tired.
He stripped down, put on his pajama pants, and crawled under the covers and went to sleep.
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A/N: No, mocha frappichino's are the BEST!!!!!!!!! Especially in the summer, and it's hot, and you want coffee, but not something hot, and BOOM there's the frap, waiting for you! ::looks at readers, who think she is crazy:: ::is ashamed at her coffee crazed behaviour:: Sorry. I just like them a lot. I had to redo some of it, because my friend, who's screen name is Alicia Rose-Wilde, wanted a bigger part. A speaking role. WELL YOU GOT IT, SO STOP COMPLAINING!!!!!!! How selfish is that? The other girl, Katie, is another girl who I know from my youth group. I'm not to fond of her, obviously. So, what did you think of this chapter? Was it any good? I hope so. Please review!!!!!!!!!!!