Chapter 1
Sarah jerked awake to the sensation of falling and gasped. "Damnit! I hate it when that happ-ahhhh!" She cried out as she tumbled from her precarious perch on the edge of the.. table? The hell?!
Rolling off the table, landing with a thump on a bench, and finally hitting the floor with a pain filled cry, she whimpered, "My buutt..."
Meanwhile, Mariah had been snoozing on a bench. Muttering something, she rolled over, only to fall off the bench and land with a pain filled thud. "What is going on?!" she demanded, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"Personally, I want to know where the hell we are," Sarah yawned, squinting to see what kind of room they were in.
"This has got to be one of my more painful dreams..." Mariah muttered, stretching.
"What makes you think we're dreaming?" Sarah demanded. Mariah gave her a pointed look. "Right. I forgot. We have some of the most whacked out dreams on the planet..." she said grumpily, standing and gingerly rubbing her butt. "That's gonna leave a mark.."
Looking around, the red-head got a thoughtful look on her face. "Hey, Mo... This place looks exactly like the Great Hall at Hogwarts... Only dark.."
"Yeah, so? What's the big deal? It's just a dream," Mariah stated, standing and looking around. "Jeez.. My imagination is getting good..." she said to herself.
"Well, I know we always have whacked out dreams, but... I never remember mine..."
"You don't ever remember your whacked out dreams? What about the goats, Sarah? Remember? 'This is how we milk a goat!' " Mariah mocked, doing a bad white girl dance.
"All right. Fine. I do remember some of my whacked out dreams, but not as many as you.."
"So, what are we saying? Are we saying that this isn't a dream?" Mariah asked, thinking. "Although, I've never shared a dream with someone else..." She shrugged.
"Neither have I," Sarah agreed, yawning again. "So, if this isn't a dream, then were the hell are we and how did we get here?"
"Maybe we really are at Hogwarts," Mariah offered, somewhat excitedly.
"If we are then... Ooh! Snape's chair!" Sarah squealed, making a sprint towards the previously mentioned chair before Mariah could say anything. "Mwahahahaha! I got the dirty old man's chair!" she cackled, throwing herself into the chair.
"Not fair! I want to sit in his chair, too!" Mariah yelled, flailing slightly.
"Get over it. You know, I really can't understand how so many people think he's gross. I mean, he's just so sexy in a dark, serious, snide, sarcastic, morbid sort of way.. It's very appealing..." Sarah smirked, leaning back in the chair with a happy and contented sigh.
"I still think it's unfair..." the brunette muttered, shaking her head. "But, I do sometimes wonder if the man ever bathes..."
"Well.. We don't actually know if he ever-" Sarah froze and got a wide-eyed look on her face. "....."
"What? What is it?" Mariah asked worriedly. Sarah didn't say a word as she paled and leaned forward. "What is wrong with you?" She looked around to make sure there was nobody there.
Slowly bringing her hand up, Sarah reached around and felt the back of her head. "Oh my God!" she squealed, pulling her hand back and staring at her slime covered fingers. "That's just...EW!"
Unable to help herself, Mariah cracked up laughing. "I knew there was a possibility that he was a slimy kinda guy, but you wouldn't listen!" She giggled, clutching at her sides. "And you were all excited about getting to sit in his chair!"
"Oh, shut up... You were all upset for not being able to sit in it a few minutes ago.." Sarah muttered as she frantically shook her hand in an attempt to rid herself of the slime that seemed to be adhering to her skin. "Eew!" Mariah continued laughing as Sarah flailed around, her lip curled in disgust.
"Someone there, my sweet?" a creepy voice murmured softly. "Are there students out of bed?"
"It's Filch!" Sarah cried, waving her hand even more frantically.
"Oh, that's great! Just give us away, why don't you!?" Mariah yelled, tapping her foot.
"It's not like you're helping any!" Sarah retorted, looking around for something to wipe her hand on. "This is just wrong!" she muttered.
"Will you shut up!? We're going to get in trouble!" Mariah stated, looking worriedly at the doors.
"Oh, give me a break! How can we get in trouble if we're not even students?!" Sarah demanded, giving up on her hand and simply holding it away from her in disgust. "I am so making that man take a bath..."
"Duh! Trespassing! We don't exactly belong here!" The brunette yelled.
"....Oh, yeah..."
"Idiot..."
"Shut up!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Gotcha!!!"
"AAAAHH!!!"
Filch cackled as he opened the doors to find two girls arguing in the Great Hall. "Oh my, we are in trouble, aren't we?"
"Well, isn't this just fabulous..." Sarah muttered, growling at Mrs. Norris, who quickly scurried behind Filch. "Not only do we get caught, I have slime stuck to my hand.. It's frigging adhered to the skin!"
"Just.. shut up..." Mariah sighed, rubbing her temples.
"Come along, children. Time to get you to your doom..." Filch stated, beckoning them with a gnarled finger.
"Oh, yeah.. We're in trouble, aren't we?" Mariah said, tapping her lips with a finger.
"And you yell at me for being an idiot?" Sarah demanded as they followed Filch down the hall. "And, just out of curiosity, Mr. Filch, sir... Are you dating Professor Trealwany or something? I'm asking because you always seem to be predicting the worst possible out come for students who are out of bed or in trouble..."
Filch muttered something under his breath and continued walking.
"Well, that was rude..." Sarah stated, pouting.
"Bwahahaha!!!" Mariah busted out laughing.
"What's so funny? I was just asking a simple question!"
"That doesn't make it any less funny!"
"Ugh... Whatever.." Sarah muttered, even though she had a small smile on her face.
They walked in silence behind Filch. Sarah glaring at her hand in disgust and dreading what the back of her head looked like. And Mariah following in humbled silence.
"Here we are!" Filch cackled. "Don't forget to say good-bye!" He continued cackling as he walked away, Mrs. Norris following close behind.
"That is one strange little man..." Sarah commented, holding her hand as far away from her body as she could.
"I can't believe that dirty little toad left us here!" Mariah cried, glaring after Filch before turning to face the statue next to them. "Dude.. This is the gargoyle by Dumbledore's office.. Does this mean we have to list a candy?"
"Where's Trevor?" Sarah asked, confused.
"I never said anything about Trevor."
"But, you were talking about a dirty little toad."
"I was talking about Filch."
"Oohh... Makes sense now..."
"Why are you being such a dork?"
"Uh... I'm tired and I fell off a table?"
"That is no excuse."
"Sure it is. You just don't like it."
"Chocolate Frogs!" Mariah cried suddenly, turning to look at the gargoyle.
"What?" Sarah yelled with a flail, staring at her in confusion.
Mariah practically squealed as the gargoyle moved to reveal the moving stairs. "I am good!"
"Huh.. Whatever..." Sarah stated as they jumped onto the stairs and rode them to the top. "Oh, my God!" she cried as the door opened to reveal the occupants inside.
Sarah jerked awake to the sensation of falling and gasped. "Damnit! I hate it when that happ-ahhhh!" She cried out as she tumbled from her precarious perch on the edge of the.. table? The hell?!
Rolling off the table, landing with a thump on a bench, and finally hitting the floor with a pain filled cry, she whimpered, "My buutt..."
Meanwhile, Mariah had been snoozing on a bench. Muttering something, she rolled over, only to fall off the bench and land with a pain filled thud. "What is going on?!" she demanded, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"Personally, I want to know where the hell we are," Sarah yawned, squinting to see what kind of room they were in.
"This has got to be one of my more painful dreams..." Mariah muttered, stretching.
"What makes you think we're dreaming?" Sarah demanded. Mariah gave her a pointed look. "Right. I forgot. We have some of the most whacked out dreams on the planet..." she said grumpily, standing and gingerly rubbing her butt. "That's gonna leave a mark.."
Looking around, the red-head got a thoughtful look on her face. "Hey, Mo... This place looks exactly like the Great Hall at Hogwarts... Only dark.."
"Yeah, so? What's the big deal? It's just a dream," Mariah stated, standing and looking around. "Jeez.. My imagination is getting good..." she said to herself.
"Well, I know we always have whacked out dreams, but... I never remember mine..."
"You don't ever remember your whacked out dreams? What about the goats, Sarah? Remember? 'This is how we milk a goat!' " Mariah mocked, doing a bad white girl dance.
"All right. Fine. I do remember some of my whacked out dreams, but not as many as you.."
"So, what are we saying? Are we saying that this isn't a dream?" Mariah asked, thinking. "Although, I've never shared a dream with someone else..." She shrugged.
"Neither have I," Sarah agreed, yawning again. "So, if this isn't a dream, then were the hell are we and how did we get here?"
"Maybe we really are at Hogwarts," Mariah offered, somewhat excitedly.
"If we are then... Ooh! Snape's chair!" Sarah squealed, making a sprint towards the previously mentioned chair before Mariah could say anything. "Mwahahahaha! I got the dirty old man's chair!" she cackled, throwing herself into the chair.
"Not fair! I want to sit in his chair, too!" Mariah yelled, flailing slightly.
"Get over it. You know, I really can't understand how so many people think he's gross. I mean, he's just so sexy in a dark, serious, snide, sarcastic, morbid sort of way.. It's very appealing..." Sarah smirked, leaning back in the chair with a happy and contented sigh.
"I still think it's unfair..." the brunette muttered, shaking her head. "But, I do sometimes wonder if the man ever bathes..."
"Well.. We don't actually know if he ever-" Sarah froze and got a wide-eyed look on her face. "....."
"What? What is it?" Mariah asked worriedly. Sarah didn't say a word as she paled and leaned forward. "What is wrong with you?" She looked around to make sure there was nobody there.
Slowly bringing her hand up, Sarah reached around and felt the back of her head. "Oh my God!" she squealed, pulling her hand back and staring at her slime covered fingers. "That's just...EW!"
Unable to help herself, Mariah cracked up laughing. "I knew there was a possibility that he was a slimy kinda guy, but you wouldn't listen!" She giggled, clutching at her sides. "And you were all excited about getting to sit in his chair!"
"Oh, shut up... You were all upset for not being able to sit in it a few minutes ago.." Sarah muttered as she frantically shook her hand in an attempt to rid herself of the slime that seemed to be adhering to her skin. "Eew!" Mariah continued laughing as Sarah flailed around, her lip curled in disgust.
"Someone there, my sweet?" a creepy voice murmured softly. "Are there students out of bed?"
"It's Filch!" Sarah cried, waving her hand even more frantically.
"Oh, that's great! Just give us away, why don't you!?" Mariah yelled, tapping her foot.
"It's not like you're helping any!" Sarah retorted, looking around for something to wipe her hand on. "This is just wrong!" she muttered.
"Will you shut up!? We're going to get in trouble!" Mariah stated, looking worriedly at the doors.
"Oh, give me a break! How can we get in trouble if we're not even students?!" Sarah demanded, giving up on her hand and simply holding it away from her in disgust. "I am so making that man take a bath..."
"Duh! Trespassing! We don't exactly belong here!" The brunette yelled.
"....Oh, yeah..."
"Idiot..."
"Shut up!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Gotcha!!!"
"AAAAHH!!!"
Filch cackled as he opened the doors to find two girls arguing in the Great Hall. "Oh my, we are in trouble, aren't we?"
"Well, isn't this just fabulous..." Sarah muttered, growling at Mrs. Norris, who quickly scurried behind Filch. "Not only do we get caught, I have slime stuck to my hand.. It's frigging adhered to the skin!"
"Just.. shut up..." Mariah sighed, rubbing her temples.
"Come along, children. Time to get you to your doom..." Filch stated, beckoning them with a gnarled finger.
"Oh, yeah.. We're in trouble, aren't we?" Mariah said, tapping her lips with a finger.
"And you yell at me for being an idiot?" Sarah demanded as they followed Filch down the hall. "And, just out of curiosity, Mr. Filch, sir... Are you dating Professor Trealwany or something? I'm asking because you always seem to be predicting the worst possible out come for students who are out of bed or in trouble..."
Filch muttered something under his breath and continued walking.
"Well, that was rude..." Sarah stated, pouting.
"Bwahahaha!!!" Mariah busted out laughing.
"What's so funny? I was just asking a simple question!"
"That doesn't make it any less funny!"
"Ugh... Whatever.." Sarah muttered, even though she had a small smile on her face.
They walked in silence behind Filch. Sarah glaring at her hand in disgust and dreading what the back of her head looked like. And Mariah following in humbled silence.
"Here we are!" Filch cackled. "Don't forget to say good-bye!" He continued cackling as he walked away, Mrs. Norris following close behind.
"That is one strange little man..." Sarah commented, holding her hand as far away from her body as she could.
"I can't believe that dirty little toad left us here!" Mariah cried, glaring after Filch before turning to face the statue next to them. "Dude.. This is the gargoyle by Dumbledore's office.. Does this mean we have to list a candy?"
"Where's Trevor?" Sarah asked, confused.
"I never said anything about Trevor."
"But, you were talking about a dirty little toad."
"I was talking about Filch."
"Oohh... Makes sense now..."
"Why are you being such a dork?"
"Uh... I'm tired and I fell off a table?"
"That is no excuse."
"Sure it is. You just don't like it."
"Chocolate Frogs!" Mariah cried suddenly, turning to look at the gargoyle.
"What?" Sarah yelled with a flail, staring at her in confusion.
Mariah practically squealed as the gargoyle moved to reveal the moving stairs. "I am good!"
"Huh.. Whatever..." Sarah stated as they jumped onto the stairs and rode them to the top. "Oh, my God!" she cried as the door opened to reveal the occupants inside.