Chapter 6
When Rachelle finally opened her eyes, she found herself on a busy platform. There was a train with the words "Hogwarts Express" written on it. She looked down as Tiffany lightly tapped her arm.
"She's unconscious," Tiffany said worriedly, gesturing to Bita. Tiffany was sitting on the ground next to a motionless Bita.
"Are you sure she's not sleeping? You know she can sleep anywhere," Rachelle said, kneeling next to Tiffany.
"No, I think she fell back and hit her head on the ground. It doesn't seem as if she acquired any cranial injuries in the process, just a minor bump. Of course, we won't know for sure until she wakes up," Tiffany said in a professional voice.
"Ok, good. In the meantime, here's the Hogwarts Express, but how are we going to get her on it?" asked Rachelle.
"I guess we'll just have to carry her," said Tiffany.
"I call the head," Rachelle said.
Tiffany looked at her blankly for a moment.
"Ooh! Ok, well, let's leave our stuff here and start carrying her to the train," Tiffany said.
"Ok," said Rachelle, leaving behind the girls' luggage and grabbing Bita's shoulders as Tiffany grabbed her ankles.
"One…two…three," Tiffany counted.
Rachelle and Tiffany lifted Bita and began walking slowly toward the train doors. Rachelle gasped as a rat ran over her feet, closely followed by a ginger-colored cat. In Rachelle's surprise, she accidentally let go of Bita's shoulders, and Bita's head hit the ground with a hollow thud.
"Oops," said Rachelle, bending down to pick Bita up again.
"Hey!" exclaimed Tiffany, dropping Bita's feet, as a girl with bushy brown hair bumped into her as she chased the cat that was chasing the rat.
"Panda!" shouted Rachelle, dropping Bita a second time as a tall, redheaded boy bumped into her as he chased the girl who was chasing the cat that was chasing the rat.
"Ugh, poor Bita. She's going to have one hell of a headache when she wakes up," Tiffany commented as she bent to pick up Bita's ankles.
Rachelle nodded and picked up Bita's shoulders once more. The two girls continued walking to the train doors and attempted to carry Bita inside the narrow doorway. Unfortunately, as Rachelle was walking up the small steps, she tripped, dropping Bita yet again, and Bita's head hit the railing with a loud clang.
"My God, why can't you get a grip on her?!" Tiffany asked, frustrated.
"Sorry," Rachelle said.
"Don't apologize to me, apologize to Bita when she wakes up and feels like her head is splitting open," Tiffany said.
"I didn't know Bita had feeling in her head!" said Rachelle, amazed.
Rachelle and Tiffany finally managed to bring Bita into the train and lay her down on a seat in one of the empty compartments. The train began moving and the two girls relaxed.
"Oh no…" said Rachelle worriedly.
"What is it?" asked Tiffany, examining the three new bumps on Bita's head.
"I just remembered! Our luggage…we left it at the platform," Rachelle said, thinking her heart had just stopped.
"Ahhhhhhh!!" screamed Tiffany. She couldn't take all this stress in one day.
Just then, Bita woke up with a start.
"MY LEMON!" Bita yelled, opening the window of their compartment. She tried to jump through when she realized she didn't know anything about what was going on.
"Wait…" she began slowly. "Where am I? What time is it? Who are you? How are the lemons?"
"DEAD!" Tiffany cried, becoming very tired of telling this to Bita over and over.
Bita burst into tears as the door of their compartment opened. The girl with bushy brown hair that bumped into Tiffany as she chased the cat that was chasing the rat stood in the doorway.
"Sorry, I couldn't help but overhear you fret about your luggage…don't worry though, it was brought onto the train already. I'm Hermione Granger by the way, nice to meet you," she said, holding out a hand to Rachelle.
"Hi," said Rachelle, shaking her hand.
"Oh, did I bump into you earlier?" Hermione asked, turning to Tiffany.
"Yes," said Tiffany.
"Sorry," apologized Hermione. "Do you mind if my two friends and I join you in here? Most of the other compartments are full."
"Of course not, we want to meet new people here," Rachelle lied. In reality, they were just as eager to meet new people as they were to have more friends at their normal school.
"Ok, I'll be right back," Hermione said, smiling as she left the compartment.
"You shouldn't have invited her to bring her friends," Tiffany huffed.
"I know, but I didn't want to be mean," Rachelle said.
Tiffany rolled her eyes and turned to Bita.
"How are you doing?" she asked.
"Well, I'm fine, but I don't think the lemons are," Bita replied sadly.
"Of course they're not, stupid! I told you they're dead!" Tiffany said, becoming more frustrated as she told Bita about the lemons for what seemed like the millionth time.
"Don't worry Bita. The lemons are in heaven now," Rachelle tried to comfort Bita.
"Oh, ok. So…who are you?" Bita asked.
"I'm Odd One," said Rachelle proudly.
"Ooh…so, who are you?" Bita asked.
"She's Rachel," said Tiffany, smiling evilly.
"Oh, hi Rachel," Bita said, waving at Rachelle.
"MY…NAME…IS…RACHELLE!" Rachelle screamed so loudly that it felt like the whole train shook.
"Um…ok…hi Rachelle," came a voice from the doorway.
Rachelle turned to see who was there and saw Hermione with two boys, one of which the redheaded boy that bumped into her as he chased Hermione who was chasing the cat that was chasing the rat. The other had messy black hair and brilliant green eyes. Rachelle became very red and very interested in her shoes all of a sudden. Tiffany gasped as she realized who the second boy with Hermione was.
"You're Harry Potter!" she said, noticing the lightning bolt shaped scar on his forward.
"Yes…" he replied, and it was now his turn to become very interested in his shoes.
Rachelle looked sideways at Tiffany.
"Who?" she asked.
"I read about him in one of the books Mr. Vilner gave us. He's really famous in the wizarding world for defeating this evil bastard dude and is known as 'The Boy Who Lived'," Tiffany explained.
"Oh," said Rachelle. "Hi," she added to Harry and the redheaded boy, waving. She then continued staring at her feet again, only this time, humming a tune no one recognized.
"Is your friend ok?" the redheaded boy asked, gesturing to Bita who was staring dazedly at the wall across from her.
"I'm not sure…" Tiffany replied honestly.
"Who are you?" Bita asked the redhead boy.
"I'm Ron Weasley. Who are you?" he asked.
"That's what I want to know," Bita said, looking at Rachelle and Tiffany.
"What's wrong with her?" Ron asked.
"We dropped her," Rachelle explained.
"She's the one that dropped her head," Tiffany accused Rachelle. "Three times!" she added.
"But you're the one that dropped her feet! Her brain is in her toe, remember?" Rachelle shot back.
"Ugh, whatever," Tiffany said, rolling her eyes for the second time in ten minutes.
"WHO AM I?!" Bita half asked, half screamed.
"You're the lemons' biggest fan," Rachelle said.
"But what is my name?" Bita asked impatiently.
"You are Bita," said Rachelle.
"Thank you," Bita said, and continued to stare dazedly at the wall in front of her.
"Why are you staring at the wall?" Hermione asked her.
"What wall?" Bita asked. "This isn't a wall! It's a TV!"
Rachelle and Tiffany glanced at each other worriedly.
"Oh no…she's worse than before," Tiffany said.
"Well, what exactly happened?" Hermione asked.
Rachelle sighed. "It's a long story."
"Well we have a long trip," Harry said, sitting down. Hermione and Ron sat down too, and Rachelle told them about having to carry Bita to the train because she was knocked out after falling through the barrier. When she was finished, she stopped talking. She didn't want to tell these people they barely knew about their powers or Zastrin or anything else important.
"Why are you just coming to Hogwarts this year?" Ron asked.
"Acuz of de birds with the 'moo' and six cups of BUBBLES," said Rachelle matter-of-factly.
"Oh…"
And Harry, Ron, and Hermione were so confused that they didn't ask The Odds any more questions for the rest of the train ride.
