Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter OR Charlie Bone, as all of you should know.
Author's Note: WARNING! This may be really weird, since I have never written a two-world fic before.
(At the Ravenclaw Table)
"So, what country are you from again?" a tall boy asked, taking a bite of chicken. He had bright blue eyes and tidy dark brown hair.
"America," Emma replied. "We're from America. I'm Emma Tolly and my friend here is Lysander Sage."
"Terry Boot at your service," the boy replied with a smile. "Mandy, come here for a sec."
A girl with jet black hair and humongous green eyes slid into the seat next to Terry. "What's happening, Terrance?"
Terry rolled his eyes. "Don't mind her. She's always calling me that," he said. "Manda, this is Emma Tolly and her friend Lysander Sage."
"The new people!" Mandy squeaked excitedly. "Hello, Em. Hey, Sander. I'm Amanda Brocklehurst, a. k. a. hottest reporter of the Hogwarts Howler, the school newspaper. I'm also Terrance's best friend, but I prefer my dear friend Lisa Turpin over there." She motioned to a dark African American with pipe curls and big, brown eyes.
Terry snorted. "She's the school nerd," eh said. "Sorry about that. Mandy's just naturally nuts."
Lysander frowned. "Shouldn't you be in Slytherin?" he asked, but Emma elbowed him.
"Dear Terrance? In Slytherin? Dear me, I haven't heard such a thing in three years since Parvati Patil of Gryffindor said that Crystal Sparks of our lovely house and Blaise Zabini of that wicked house Slytherin were going out!"
"Talking about me again, Manda?" a tall girl with wavy, shoulder length golden hair and bright blue eyes said, grinning from ear to ear.
"I wouldn't dream of it, Crysie," Mandy replied brightly. "Emma, Lysander, meet the third of the three musketeers—"
"Actually, the first," Crystal interrupted.
"Whatever," Mandy said. "Now you've ruined your wonderfully dramatic introduction, but oh, well. The first of the three musketeers of Ravenclaw, worst enemy of the royalty of Slytherin, the Head of the Dueling Club, Rank Phoenix, the beautiful, the dazzling, the brilliant—Crystal Sparks!"
"Thank you, thank you!" Crystal smiled, bowing.
"Nice to meet you, Crystal," Emma said politely, smiling back.
"Yeah, me too," Lysander agreed.
"Same here," Crystal boomed, her blue eyes laughing. "I supposed you're the transfer students. Welcome to the wonderful House of Ravenclaw."
"Thank you," Emma answered. "First I'd like to know, who's Blaise Zabini?"
"Zabini's part of the royalty of Slytherin," Crystal said casually. "The Queen's Catherine Saber, King's Draco Malfoy, and the dashing prince is our oh-so-lovely Blaise Zabini. Also called the worst bunch of Slytherins to ever attend Hogwarts. Parvati Patil 'accidentally' spread the rumor that he and I were going out." There was a dark look on her face.
"And poor Parvati's been afraid of our little princess ever since," Terry added. Crystal smiled innocently.
"What's Rank Phoenix?" Lysander wanted to know.
"Can you explain, Mandy? I'm starving," Crystal said. Right on cue, her stomach growled. Mandy grinned and started to explain.
"Rank Phoenix is the highest rank you can get to at the Hogwarts Dueling Club, which Crystal is the leader of," she informed Emma and Lysander. "There are thirteen ranks: Mouse, Salamander, Owl, Kneazle, Niffler, Eagle, Fox, Wolf, Panther, Unicorn, Basilisk, Dragon, and Phoenix from least to most experienced. I'm a Unicorn, Terry's a Panther, and as you've heard, Crystal's a Phoenix. There are only four Phoenixes, one from each house. Crystal Sparks from Ravenclaw, Harry Potter from Gryffindor, Catherine Saber from Slytherin, and Hannah Abbott from Hufflepuff."
"Mm-hmm," Crystal nodded, swiping a drink of pumpkin juice. "Yum." Terry grinned. Emma giggled.
"I think we'll join, too," Emma said quietly. After we learn some spells, she thought.
"Great!" Crystal said, clapping her hands together. She took out a piece of parchment from her pocket, as well as a quill. "Here you go."
(At the Hufflepuff Table)
Tancred and Fidelio watched as Kristy and Gabriel walked out of the Great Hall with Catherine, Blaise, and Draco.
"What are they thinking?" Tancred muttered. "I thought Kristy hated that Saber girl."
"And I thought you liked her," Fidelio remarked.
"Anything I can help you with?" a girl asked in a friendly way. She had blonde pigtails and kind blue eyes that twinkled. "I'm Hannah Abbott."
"I'm Fidelio Gunn, and this is Tancred Torsson. We're the new transfer kids from America," Fidelio replied. "Nice to meet you, Hannah." Tancred nodded.
"May I introduce you to my friends Susan Bones and Justin Finch-Fletchley?" A petite redheaded girl with hazel green eyes appeared, smiling. A short, dark boy with deep brown eyes followed her.
"Nice to meet you," Tancred said.
"Same here, Tancred," Justin answered with a huge, warm smile. "Welcome to Hufflepuff, the house of the loyal and hardworking."
"Hope you like it here," Susan added, looking very hopeful indeed.
"I don't doubt we will," Fidelio said, grinning.
"Are you two going to join the Dueling Club?" Hannah questioned eagerly. Justin laughed.
"Hannah's Rank Phoenix on the Club," he explained.
"Er, what?" Tancred asked, evidently puzzled.
Susan, Rank Basilisk, and Justin, Rank Wolf, told the two boys all there was to know about the Dueling Club.
"Sounds like fun," Fidelio said afterwards. "Should we join, Tanc?"
"Why not?" Tancred grinned.
Hannah clapped her hands happily. "We'll sign you up with Crystal tomorrow," she said joyously.
"Who's Crystal?" Fidelio said. Susan turned to face the Ravenclaw Table clothed with blue. She pointed to a golden-haired girl with bright, merry blue eyes.
"That's dear old Crysie," she said. "Rank Phoenix, leader of the Dueling Club, and the most treasured student in Ravenclaw. She skipped fourth year, and now that little prissy Miss Cho Chang's moved to Beauxbatons, the Seeker of the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team. She used to be a Chaser."
"She's the one talking to Em and Sander," Tancred observed. "With that girl and the other boy."
"Amanda Brocklehurst and Terrance Boot," Justin said. "They make up the Three Musketeers of Ravenclaw. Mandy's the fun, Terry's the brains, and Crystal's the wits. Fine groups. Mandy's also the hottest reporter of the Hogwarts Howler, Crystal, as you know, is the leader of the Dueling Club, and Terry's got a column in the paper called Ask Terry. It's nothing compared to Mandy's gossip, though. I suppose they want to interview your friends."
"Knowing Emma and Lysander, that interview probably isn't going to be very detailed," Fidelio commented.
"Mandy didn't become reporter for the newspaper for nothing, you know," Hannah said mysteriously, grinning. "Trust me. You'll see."
(At the Gryffindor Table)
"Harry, that Charlie Bone guy looks kinda like you, mate," Ron whispered to Harry, his mouth full.
"First of all, Ron, that is just disgusting, and second of all, he doesn't look anything like me," Harry mumbled, eating some chicken.
"Actually, he sort of does, Harry," Hermione said quietly, using her best table manners to cut up some pork. She took a neat swipe of pumpkin juice.
"See, Harry? Even Hermione says so," Ron insisted, shoving his friend.
"Well, I guess. Just a little bit, though," Harry answered. "C'mon. We're introducing ourselves, aren't we?"
"Sure," Ron and Hermione replied.
"Hi, Charlie, Billy, and Olivia, was it?" Harry said. The three nodded. "I'm Harry Potter, and these are my two friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger."
"He's the guy we're supposed to help, isn—"Olivia started to say, but Charlie clasped a hand over her mouth.
"Hiya, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. You all know who we are already, I guess," Billy greeted them.
"So, you're new here?" Hermione asked. "How is everyday life in America? I heard you were allowed to use magic over the summer. Do Muggles spot you? If they do, how do you deal with it? Are you—"
"Hermione, you're boring them," Ron said, looking bored himself. "Don't mind her. She sometimes gets carried away. A real bookworm, you know?"
"I'll take that as a compliment," Hermione scoffed.
"I suppose you two're going out?" Olivia chattered. "You two are like a bickering old couple, like my mom always says."
"What?" Ron and Hermione cried. "No way!" Harry laughed. Charlie snickered.
"Olivia just jumps to conclusions, don't you, Livi?" Charlie said, grinning.
"Yep, and I'm proud of it!" Olivia replied, smiling brilliantly.
"I think you'll like Amanda Brocklehurst from Ravenclaw then," Hermione said, returning the smile.
"And I think I'm going to like it here very much," Billy decided.
"You bet," Charlie agreed.