Christina: Hi. This is another co-writing expedition, this one in Harry Potter.
Erin: Yay! Read the pretty chapter!
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Riley Clyde woke up in her comfortable queen sized bed. Her blood red velvet and silk blankets were tightly wrapped around her thin body. Her house elf Cobbler hastily ran into her large room and opened the curtains, the blinding sun flowing into her room. Her tiger cub jumped off her bed and began to stalk Cobbler. Cobbler walked over to Riley.
"Miss, it's time for school you must get up." Cobbler said.
Riley groaned and grabbed her wand and muttered something, closing the curtains. She got out of bed and glared and her house elf.
"How many times must I tell you, never open the curtains." Riley growled.
"Yes miss." Cobbler said, he knew Riley was just in a bad mood, she was usually pretty nice to Cobbler.
She walked into her bathroom to take and shower and change. All her bags were packed, she missed her old school, and her old friends back at Durmstrang. Riley changed into her robes; she could know apperate into the station.
Riley walked down the halls of her mansion and walked into the breakfast room where her parents were. Her father was reading the Daily Prophet while her mother was polishing her wand. Riley sat down and ate her breakfast, she still had an hour to spare. Cobblers ran into the room with Riley's pet, a white Siberian tiger cub, Ice chasing after the poor elf. Riley got up and picked up Ice and fed her some warm milk from his bottle. Her father looked up from his news and looked at the time.
"Riley hurry up, you know where to apparate to right?" Thomas Clyde asked.
"Yes daddy." Riley said.
"Riley put Ice down and eat your breakfast, you can feed him on the train." Kylie Clyde said.
"Ok, mom." Riley said putting her precious baby down, Riley hurried to finish her breakfast.
Once they were all ready to leave for the platform 9¾ the three Clyde's took Riley's luggage and apparated with a 'pop'. Riley landed on the stone bricks of the platform with the scarlet train in front of her. Her father was straightening his tie, while her mother was straightening out her robe. Cobbler was standing by Riley clenching onto the back of her robes.
"Cobbler, take Riley's bags and put them in the compartment." Thomas said.
Cobbler levitated the trunk and Ice's cage and waited for Riley to say Goodbye to her parents.
"Riley, make sure you're on your best behavior, remember what I told you about the Malfoy's, and don't forget, you're cousin is going to visit in Christmas so make sure you come home." Kylie said.
"Yes mother." Riley said.
"Make us proud." Thomas said. "Set an example for the younger Slytherins."
"Yes Father." Riley said before walking up to the train.
Cobbler quickly followed after Riley and dropped her bags at her compartment before leaving. Riley looked out the window and saw a family or red heads walking by, she sighed and leaned on the back of the seats. A few minutes later the train began to move, and began to make its way to Hogwarts.
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Meanwhile, in a common muggle home in suburban England, Slaine Murphy rolled over, and tried to pretend that her brother's clock radio wasn't ringing all to hell and back. Stumbling out of bed, Slaine raked her dyed black hair (and consequently yelped when her fingers got caught in the typical over dyed hair tangles), and stomped into her little brother's room. With her pale skin, tousled hair, and black pj's, Slaine was not something you wanted to see first thing in the morning.
"SHUT YOUR DAMN ALARM OFF, WHELP!!" Slaine screeched at her brother, Robert, with all the eloquence of someone who's been woken from a nice dream. Robert, jolted from his sleep, saw his elder sister, and did the only thing that seemed sane- he screamed.
"MOM!! DAD!! THE CRAZY BITCH IS IN MY ROOM AGAIN!!" Robert screeched, sounding equally unhappy at being woken up. Robert's screeching woke up the parental units of MOM™ and DAD™. And that brought everyone, newly woken up, and in varying stages of pissed off, into Robert's room, glaring at Slaine, (and Slaine's invisible acquaintances followed the crowd, and glared at Slaine too.)
Slaine's mother, also known as Myrtle Murphy, shook her head carefully at Slaine,
"Dear, have you taken your-" she began, only to be interrupted by Slaine.
"No, I haven't taken my bloody pills. Until about a minute ago, I was asleep. But then asshead's alarm went off, and it bloody woke me up. I went in to tell him to turn off his alarm." The annoyed and smugly superior tone that Slaine employed was ruined by a sudden, sneak-attack, impossible to stifle yawn. Shaking her head at the assembled people, Slaine turned on her heel, stumbled, and headed back to her room, tossing a 'screw it. I'm going back to bed' over her shoulder.
Entering her room, Slaine slammed the door shut, and headed for her bed, burying herself under the dark blue quilts. Once burrowed under about three different quilts, Slaine smiled to herself, and curled up, closing her eyes. She had about four minutes of peace, before realizing that the Hogwarts-train-taking was today and she still had to finish packing. Swearing, she rocketed out of her nest, and tore around her room, picking seemingly random items out of the piles of stuff that collect around teenagers rooms during summer, and throwing it in a large trunk.
Once her room had been torn apart in the search for school stuff (wonders of owl post), and her trunk managed to resemble a Martha Stewart style packing arrangement (providing, of course, that Martha Stewart had been on crack when she'd done it), Slaine had headed to the bathroom, and made herself human-ish (you know, teeth brushing, face washing, hair brushing, liberal application of eyeliner...ing.), and then dragged the same necessities to her trunk, where they were thrown in. Staring around her room, she noted that her bottle of pills was still on her dresser. Sighing angrily, Slaine downed one of them, and then threw them into her trunk.
Dragging the trunk down the stairs, Slaine wondered where her mom would be, then decided it would be easier to put those years of drama to use.
"MOTHER! I NEED A RIDE TO KING'S CROSS STATION!!" Damn, Slaine thought, I still sound all scratchy...ah well.
Once her mother had consented to driving her, Slaine had immediately tried to con her mom into letting her drive. Her mother saw through it, and Slaine was left in the passenger seat, glaring at the radio for not playing her favourite songs. Finally Slaine slid a cd into the car's CD player, and smirked. Now, this was good music.
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Riley had let her baby tiger out of his crate; she had left Ice to do what he wanted while she finished her letter to her cousin. She looked around the compartment for Ice, Riley ran out of the compartment and began searching around for her precious pet.
She smiled as she saw Ice, perfectly safe, playing with a black cat. She ran to her cat, not noticing the other girl that was also running towards the felines. The two girls ran right into each other in a head-on collision. They fell back howling in pain. The two girls let out a string of curses.
They shot off the ground and glared at each other. Riley looked over Slaine, letting the cold disgust make little frosty swirls on the windows.
"A mudblood." She growled with utter loathing.
"Stow it, bitch." Slaine hissed. The silence was pretty painful.
Before a fight commenced, the two pets meowed or roared. Immediately, the fight was forgotten. The girls eyes softened and they grabbed their pets and snuggled with them.
"Aw, my poor widdle Icy, are you ok? Do you need anything? A rare ahi tuna steak with lemon sauce? Aww I wuv you so much." Riley said in a baby voice, scratching Ice under the chin.
"Aw, my poor sweet murderess, are you ok, oh denizen of death? It's alright, I'm here, and I've got a knife" Slaine murmured to the cat, sounding more like a minion than and owner.
They shot each other a vicious glare before walking back to their own compartments.
In their own compartments, each girl rolled her eyes, and had a little snicker at how stupid the other was. Then Riley began to talk animatedly with the other people in the compartment.
"So, Draco, how's the trial for your father going? Riley asked, glad that her and someone she knew for once had a common ground to talk on (sure, it centered on worshipping a dark lord, and killing anyone deemed unworthy, but it was a common ground!)
"Well enough. After all the generous donations my father's given to various causes in the ministry, its highly unlikely he's going to Azkaban, or even be charged." Riley smirked.
"That's good. So, would it be alright if I cited this on my essay on the uses of bribery? You know my parents- want me to prove I'm evil and conniving enough before I get anywhere near deatheater-ship." Draco winced- he knew exactly what she was talking about, except he'd never had to write essays.
"Yeah, go ahead." He said, waving a hand vaguely. Riley grinned brightly, and made a mental note to find out more specifics about the bribes.
"How was your summer?" Pansy asked, boredly, obviously using the question as a conversation starter. Riley shrugged; Pansy was another person she knew through her parents.
"The typical summer, went to the family manor in Avalon, spent time reviewing the dark arts- in case anyone cares, I can now recite the ten favourite spells of Grindewald, took care of the cat (she ruffled Ice's ears), practiced my flying, which I'm still bullocks at. Y'know, typical summer. Had the manor to myself half the time, since my parents were off...working." Working was said with that special smirk that had the double meaning of 'helping Voldemort take over the world'. It was met with a few appreciative chuckles, and then Riley shrugged
"And what of your summer?" She asked, the question going to the person who had asked her, but she was keeping steady eye contact with Draco while she asked. Pansy immediately went off on a 'slightly' exaggerated tale of a summer spent with the most glamorous of the dark lord's servants. Riley couldn't help but hide a condescending smirk- there was no way Pansy could have been learning the finer points of 'Crucio' from Bellatrix Lestrange, not since the witch had spent nearly the entire summer working feverishly at whatever Voldemort was planning.
Draco caught sight of the smirk on Riley's lips just before she made it vanish, and gave the barest of smiles in return. Though she didn't show it, Riley's mind made several incredibly vigorous 'happy dances' and finished off with mentally yelling at Pansy 'he won't be yours for much longer!' and then, to herself, 'must discredit the Parkinson's in Lucius Malfoy's eyes.' Yes, just the normal train ride for a Slytherin teen.
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Meanwhile, Slaine reveled in the lovely emptiness of her compartment. Not many people would willingly sit in the same compartment with her, and that suited her just fine. She liked her rather anti-social personality, and liked the fact that people usually left her alone. Except in her rare moments of complete and utter lucidity, when she decided that sanity scared her, and she wanted someone else to be present. But those moments are few and far between, so it's ok.
"Hello?" A voice asked, on the other side of the compartment's door. It sounded vague, and interested in something very far away.
"Hello." Slaine replied, deciding that the girl couldn't be that bad- she sounded distinctly 'opium high'. Well, at least she thought that she did.
"Can I sit here? Everywhere else is full, and I got stares shot at me when I sat with them." The voice said, sounding vaguely disappointed. Briefly, Slaine wondered her 'they' were.
"Depends- are we going to be talking lots?" Slaine decided bluntness was the best course of action.
"I should think not. I've got the new edition of the Quibbler, and I'd like to read that." Slaine had no idea what the Quibbler was, but she figured that it was probably better than talking.
"Sure, come on in, and let's get the introductions out of the way. I'm Slaine Murphy, sixth year, Slytherin, but no, I'm not working for Voldemort. You?" Slaine rocketed the words at the girl, as she pulled open the door. The girl, a shorter blonde, with wide, slightly bulging pale eyes, came in and sat down.
"I'm Luna Lovegood, fifth year, Ravenclaw...I don't work for him either." Slaine smiled shortly, and what she hoped was knifelike.
"Lovely. Now, I am going to take out the latest World Weekly News, and be left alone." Luna made no reply to Slaine's snippish remark, choosing to open up a tabloid-like magazine that had the 'Quibbler' written in a modern style typeface.
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Christina: Well this is our first chappie done...in a weirdish way...I s'pose....well........REVIEW!!!! please??
