A/n: Alas. It's just Kate writing right now. It's about 11 p.m. and inspiration struck. I would credit my thanks to ourreviewers right about now, but we didn't get any. So, cheers.

Disclaimer: sings We're too sexy to own this story, too sexy to own this story, too sexy…

Thud.

"Ouch! Kate, would you get off of me? Your elbow is in my eye!" Said Emma, pushing Kate off her with as much force as she could summon.

Both girls suddenly felt extremely tired. As if they had run the Boston Marathon, then gone for a bit of a jog around Wellesley Lake.

"Sorry." Apologized Kate, standing up and dusting off her robes.

Wait. Robes?! She didn't remember putting on robes that morning, and by the look Emma had on, she didn't either.

"Kate…" Started Emma. "What did you do?"

"Me?! Why is this my fault?" Twitched Kate.

The teens were shooting furtive glances around the large room. It seemed familiar, but they just couldn't place it. The high ceilings, stone walls, and entrance to the Great Hall.

Oh no. Groaned Kate inwardly. We are not where I think we are. It isn't possible. It just isn't…Oh, who am I kidding. When have I ever believed something wasn't possible?

"Kate. Please tell me we aren't in Harry Potter." Asked Emma, sounding thoroughly frightened.

"Because I would so recognize it if we were Emma!" Shot back Kate.

"Oh…Kate…this…isn't…good." Choked out Emma, her eyes starting to get watery.

"Emma! You cannot wimp out on me." Scolded Kate. "It's obvious that we just…fell asleep…or something."

"We fell asleep?! We well asleep, and now we're in Harry Potter. Well that just makes perfect sense!" Mockingly rationalized Emma, pacing a few feet in front of Kate, and throwing up her hands in emphasis.

"I didn't say it made sense." Reasoned Kate.

"Well something sure needs to!" Shrieked Emma.

Kate began to mutter to herself, all the while Emma was looking even more scared, thinking Kate had funny succumbed to what she'd been calling herself all these years. Crazy.

"Think like Hermione…Think like Hermione…Think like Hermione…" Mumbled Kate, starting the pacing where Emma had left off moments before.

"Yes. Let's think like the bushy-headed know-it-all." Said Emma sarcastically. She'd never been much of a Hermione shipper. Unlike Kate, who would pair Hermy up with anyone whose looks were even passable.

"What I meant," Kate directed towards Emma, tight-lipped. "Is that we need to figure this out. Be reasonable – " She stopped for a moment, putting her hand up to keep Emma from interrupting. "Even if whatever this is, doesn't make sense."

"You're saying we need to go to Dumbledore aren't you?" Asked Emma simply.

"Yup." Smiled Kate. "I always wanted to meet him."

"Oh my god! You're enjoying this aren't you!"

"What can I say. It's already getting interesting." Grinned Kate cheekily, as she started to wander off towards where she remembered the Headmasters office to be.

"Do you even know where you're going?" Questioned Emma.

"How many times do you think I've read the books?" Requested Kate.

"More times then any normal," Emma stressed the last word. "person would care to admit."

"Oh, well then. Sixteen for the first three, five for the fourth, and twice for the fifth." Answered Kate nonchalantly and completely unembarrassed. "Follow me please."

A/n: Can we actually get some reviews this time? 'Cause I've had reviewers before. And I loved them.