Anything in bold is a telepathic message between two or all of The Odds.
Chapter 8
On their way to the Gryffindor common room, the staircase they were standing on began to move.
"AHHH!!!!!!" Tiffany screamed.
"OH, CRUD!! EARTHQUAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!!! EARTH…QUAKE!!!!!" yelled Rachelle.
"Calm down. It's…o…k…the staircases are just moving," explained Hermione, as if this were very common.
"And this doesn't freak you out because…?" Rachelle asked.
"Obviously she has no idea where she is," Ron muttered.
"It's normal at Hogwarts," Hermione said a little more loudly than was necessary in order to cover up Ron's comment.
Ron doesn't like us very much does he? Rachelle asked Tiffany.
"What gave you that idea?" Tiffany accidentally asked out loud.
"What?" Hermione asked, confused.
"Oh…turkey," Tiffany said absent-mindedly.
"What?" Harry and Ron asked together.
"You know, the one with the Mohawk." Rachelle said with the air of someone saying something completely normal.
"Oh…" Harry said, blinking several times.
"They're both off their rockers," Ron whispered to Harry.
Harry shrugged as the staircase stopped moving. The Gryffindors continued on to the Gryffindor common room and after about fifteen minutes, they were there. There was a chorus of 'oooh's and 'aaah's coming from the new students as they entered the large, comfortable room.
"The girls' dormitory is this way," Hermione said, leading Tiffany and Rachelle to a staircase at the right. At the top of the staircase, Hermione led them to a room that had four beds.
"And here, obviously, is where we sleep," said Hermione.
"Ooh, fluffy!" Rachelle said happily.
"Where?!" Hermione asked in alarm, looking around the room.
"The pillows!" Rachelle said, jumping into her bed.
"Oh, good," said Hermione, sighing with relief.
"What's wrong with fluffy?" Tiffany asked curiously.
"Nothing, don't worry about it," Hermione said.
"Ok," said Tiffany, getting into her bed. All three Odds slept hard, not dreaming all night.
