A/n: 2800-somethign words sofar! WOOO!!
The next morning they met at the same tree before sunrise. Remy was the first to get there. She was wearing an orange Easton Youth Soccer League jersey, with flare jeans that had a tear in the right knee, and converse sneakers with Care Bear laces. She also wore her Hufflepuff robes. Next to her, she pulled her Hogwarts' trunk that she had packed for school at the Hollow Tree. It was easy to pull, because she attached wheels to the bottom, as well as a rope handle.
Remy's hair was shoulder-length, golden-brown, and the tips were died dark-blonde. Today it was down, and she had a hair elastic for it around her wrist. Her eyes were ocean blue, with a line of black eyeliner around them. Her face was heart-shaped, and in her left ear she wore a single gold stud (her other ear had gotten infected and closed up). Her skin was fair, and had a few light freckles here and there.
She waved to Anya as she arrived, her trunk being pulled by an old wagon that was really a piece of junk. Anya was wearing her black shirt that said in red, "Reality is a nice place to visit... but I wouldn't want to live there!" She also wore her black boy shorts which the flaming skull on the large back pocket. She wore her yellow knee socks and black Vans, which were laced with rainbow ribbon. She also wore her Hogwarts' robes, but she was in Syltherin.
Anya's hair was long, curly, and red, the same fire truck red as Ariel's hair from Disney's the little mermaid. Today it was pulled back in a braid, with her camouflage bandana pulled over the top of her head. Her eyes were blue-green. Her face was oval-shaped, and her ears were not pierced. Her skin, like Moony's, was fair, though a bit paler, and if she had any freckles, they were darker than her friend's.
They quietly goofed off and role played for several more minutes, before they saw the pickle car. Immediately the two started chanting, "Pickle car! Pickle car!" Celes got out and closed the door, going around to the trunk after chanting twice with them, and pulling her trunk out. It had no wheels, so she dragged it over to the tree as her sister drove out of the Olmsted School parking lot. She was wearing her pirate costume, which consisted of a green fleece vest, a white, long sleeved, button up shirt, and her kakis. It seemed that she was forced by parental beings to leave the bamboo pole at home. She also wore her Sketchers sneakers, the ones written all over with permanent marker. As she walked up to them and enjoyed a joyous greeting of poking, she took off her fleece vest and put it in her trunk, pulling out the fleece Gryffindor cloak that Remy and Anya had made for her. She pulled that on.
Celes had very short, jaw-length hair, and a little wave of bangs; all of it was black. Her eyes were icy blue-gray, and her face was round. Her skin, as the other two girls, was fair, and the hue was somewhere between Moony's and Padfoot's. Freckles were smattered over her face, and a few others dusted her limbs. She, also, did not have her ears pierced.
Not too long after, Ewan rode up on his bike. His trunk had been strapped to the back of his mountain bike; it had also been charmed to be light as a feather. He wore a Taking Back Sunday concert tee, as well as black jeans which had been torn at the knee, black and red striped knee-highs, which were just visible above his clunky Hot Topic boots with many zippers and buckles. A chain from his studded belt to his ductape wallet in his hind pocket was hidden by his Ravenclaw school robes.
Ewan hair was short and brown, though it wasn't cut as many of the boys these days had theirs done. His normally went halfway down his ears, but today he had it spiked out in all directions. His eyes were a warm brownish-green, and his face was oval and gaunt. In his left ear, he had a dumbbell earring, and in his right, his cartilage near his ear canal was pierced. His skin was just about the same hue as Anya's, and he had no freckles what so ever.
They all fooled around for a few more minutes, doing much poking and yelling. They stopped just as they thought some one who lived near the schools might call the police. Ewan turned Celes and asked, "So... how are we getting there?" The other two also turned to face her in question.
She thought for a moment, and then answered, "Floo!"
"FLOO?!?!" The other three stared at her as if she was mad. She looked obliviously triumphant.
Remy, loving to burst her bubble, said, "Erm, Celes? There's no bloody campfire or fireplace around here, and even if we did have floo powder, we can't start a fire on school grounds! We'd get arrested for arson!"
Celes looked crest fallen for a few moments of disappointed thoughts, before she jumped the highest she ever has into the air, and cried out, "I BLOODY GOT IT!"
Anya woke up, as she had fallen asleep and propped herself against Ewan's bike. She blinked a few times to focus and asked, "Got what? Pie?" Everyone sweatdropped at her hopefully oblivious face.
Celes too looked hopeful, before she physically shook it off and said, "No, no, sadly not pie." She then jumped and pointed towards the woods opposite from the F.L.O. playground, and exclaimed, "We can go visit the hobo that lives in the woods and use his campfire!"
The other three looked confused, especially Ewan. Celes elaborated. "Remember? We learned about the hobo who lives in the woods during the walk we took in there, back at the beginning of 6th grade. Remember his rock pile? You wouldn't know, Ewan, because you were still in private school."
Anya seemed to know what she was talking about, as well as Remy, but then Remy pointed out, "That was the hobo that used to live in the woods. He doesn't live there anymore, he's been dead for years."
Padfoot looked depressed. "Aww," she whined, "And I was hoping he knew the hobo who tap-dances on my brain." Everyone else sweatdropped.
Celes ignored her and continued. "Well, I started to wander off during Mrs. Coyne's talk, and found an invisibility cloak next to the hobo's shoe. So I figure that he's still living out there, but he's a wizarding hobo! He's probably got some force-field around where he is and stuff. He's probably immortal, too." She shrugged. "What else do we have to go on?"
The others nodded in agreement and made their way into the woods, Anya with her wagon, which now also held Celes' trunk, and Ewan walking his bike. Remy sniffed and covered her nose. "Ewwww," she sniveled, "I smell cigar smoke."
The others took notice and nodded in agreement. A few paces later, Ewan sniffed the air and wrinkled his nose. "I smell alcohol."
The others sniffed and nodded in agreement. Another few paces later, Anya sniffed the air and happily cried out, "I smell Orcs!" Everyone turned around and sweatdropped at her. She sighed with a shrug and concluded, "Or it could just be hobo scent." Everyone returned to normal and began to walk again.
Several more paces later Celes, who was in front, abruptly stopped the line without any reason. The all began to ask her what was going on, but she bellowed at them, "DO YOU NOT REALIZE I NEED TO CONCENTRATE IN ORDER TO SMELL HERE?!?!" The other's cowered in fear behind Ewan's bike and/or the wagon. She calmly turned back around and sniffed a few times before she paled with excitement. She was nearly speechless, and barely hissed to them loud enough to be audible, "I... smell... pie!"
They all jumped up in the air and cheered, "PIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!" With that they ran as fast as their legs would carry them until they found the hobo's campsite.
When they broke into the clearing, the girls cheered again as they saw a hobo eating a very yummy pie. Ewan muttered to himself, not understanding the girl's excitement, "What's so great about a hobo with a pie?"
The girl's suddenly turned all dragonish and roared at him with fiery breath, "WHAT DID YOU BLOODY SAY?!?!"
He fell backward in fear and stuttered, "I said... I said... I said 'W-What isn't so g-great about a hobo with p-pie?'" He covered his head.
They returned to normal and grinned innocently while little halos, which had been devil horns but a moment ago, floated over their heads. "Ok," the three said before going back to drooling over the hobo of their dreams. Ewan sweatdropped when Celes exclaimed, "Isn't he so kawaii?!"
The shaggy looking hobo dressed in ancient wizarding robes looked up and said with a snaggle-toothed smile, "Well, hello there! What can I do ye for?"
Ewan, who was the only once in their right mind at the moment, said, "We were hoping we could use your camp fire to floo somewhere.
The hobo looked them up and down, becoming a bit disturbed by the girls, but shrugged. "Okie-dokie! Why not?"
The girls all giggled and cheered, "KAWAII!"
Ewan and the hobo sweatdropped. Beckoning Ewan forward, he asked in a low voice so only the boy could hear, "Are they always like this?"
"You mean not just when they meet a hobo who likes pie? Ya, I think so." Ewan rolled his eyes.
The hobo laughed and slapped him on the back. "You're a good lad to put up with these lassies of yours."
Celes, at hearing this, came to and laughed out loud, "EWAN'S A P.I.M.P.!!!!!!!"
Ewan blushed deeply and tried to tell them otherwise, but gave up with a sweatdrop.
Padfoot and Moony, too, laughed, until Moony stopped and protested, "WAIT! I'M THE PIMP, remember?!?!?!"
Celes explained, "No, Ewan's the pimp, you're the village idiot!"
Anya whined, "Who am I then?"
"The hobo who lives under my deck," said Moony.
Anya grinned, happy to be somebody.
The hobo sweatdropped again and began to create a smokeless campfire big enough to floo through. As he cared to the deed, Celes went into her trunk and pulled out Ewan's pimp hat that she had stolen after he won it at a fair, and a red cane. "THAT'S MY PIMP CANE," Remy exclaimed.
"I thought we had already been through this," tutted Celes with a sigh. As they started to bicker, Anya grabbed the cane and hat and ran over to Ewan. She stuffed the hat on his head and shoved the cane in his hand. Then she began to prance and skip around him, chanting something in a sing song manner about "Putting on the Ritz."
"ENOUGH!"
Everyone was startled senseless by the yell of the hobo. He smiled innocently and gestured towards the large bonfire he had created. "I take it you have floo powder?"
Everyone sweatdropped, but Celes recovered first and pulled a small plastic baggie of the powder out of the same chest pocket Elfwood's blaster was. The hobo wished them luck as he stepped out of their way. Ewan put the hat and cane back in the wagon as he put up his kickstand and walked his bike over. Together, Anya and Celes pulled the wagon, as Remy pulled her own trunk. As they closed in on the fire, Celes was silent for a moment, before asking, "How should we do this?"
They all thought for near a minute, before Remy suggested, "How 'bout we circle the fire, and when Celes throws the powder in, we all step in and say 'The Hollow Tree' on the count of three?"
They nodded in agreement and each took a spot around the inferno. As soon as the flames turned green after the powder had been tossed, the four of them all stepped in. Celes could be heard yelling, "ONE, TWO, THREE!"
In unison, they shouted, "THE HOLLOW TREE!" In a split second, there was a pop, and they were gone.
Only moments after he had extinguished the fire, the hobo realized that the hat and cane had been left behind. He shrugged and put on the hat, tossing his old trucker cap aside. He picked up the cane, and then a piece of pie, and began to dance, singing something about "Putting on the Ritz."
Cya!
--PDMD
