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a/n: sorry for the slow update everyone. We were, once again, dealing with the evilness of teachers curses teachers and hides from lightening bolts from the heavens please bear with us, we update as often as we can, but with original stories, and school work, and extracurricular activities, our lives are fast-paced and hectic…okay, enough excuses.
Thanks to:
Caty Jean: we updated as soon as possible. We're glad you like it!
Mandl4l: it's true that jandl has no tissues in her house (as you very well know), but you have to admit, jandl doesn't really need them. After all, she laughs at death scenes in movies…her insanity scares AngelGurl6905 at times.
Blinding Love: HI! We love your reviews! They're so nice and they make us laugh (and trust me, after some school days, we need to laugh, and jandl is very thankful for thai pads to kick smiles). Yes, Weiss is like that on the show, and we plan to continue on with writing the snippets. We have fun doing that.
Total Vaughn Lover: trust me, a lot of students will have a crush on him.
Ilovemypenguin: yes, they are a funny bunch of guys aren't they. And trust us, Weiss and Ron will wreak some major havoc around Hogwarts. We'll have so much fun writing that. And Vaughn is uber-sexy.
Ren201: we love that you love the conversations at the end! And we're psyched that you love our story! We hope you keep reading!
Angels Touch: your story is awesome! Jandl checks for an update every single day! The mission will be all year in this story, but we're not sure if Harry will have a crush on Sydney or not…we're not really sure where we'll be going in this story except for a basic plot-line, but when we know what's going to happen, you will know.
HaxeOrdinary: thanks for the sympathy, and thanks for the compliment!
Serendipity9: you saw Secret Window?! Jandl loves Secret Window (angelgurl6905 glowers for she hasn't seen it yet). Johnny Depp is one of the sexiest men on earth (along with Michael Vartan). Keep reading, and we're glad you like it!
MalfoynVaughnlover: you'll see some of the trouble they get into together in this chapter. And that's just a taste of what is to come.
Well, that's everyone! Please keep reading, and enjoy!
Chapter 5: Messing with Metamucil
'Who would have thought that I'd be a teacher?' Vaughn thought to himself as he turned to face his final class for the day. 'I mean, I knew Sydney would be good at teaching, but besides teaching French, I never thought I'd be any good. I had the whole class' attention last period. It were as though they had not thought that History of Magic could be interesting. I guess they never had a teacher like me before.'
"Hello, my name is Michael Vaughn, but you may call me Vaughn or Professor Vaughn if you wish to do so. I am a graduate of the Chicago Institute for Apprentice Wizards, and I am a former teacher of the Los Angeles School of Integrated Wizards, where I taught Muggle Studies, History of Magic, and French. I love my subject, and I promise to make it as interesting as I can.
"Today, we're going to study about the Ancient Egyptian Wizards. Who can name me one? How about you Ms…" he pointed to a girl with bushy, brown hair.
"Granger, Professor," said Hermione.
"Ms. Granger," he called.
"The most famous was a wizard named Ihmotep, who worked under Pharaoh Seti the First. Although it was never confirmed, it is said that he had the power to bring the dead back to life."
"Very good. Now if you'll all open your books, you'll see that he is only one of many Egyptian wizards. Sadly, many of them died because--even though magic was accepted as a part of their society--the Pharaoh was very temperamental, and well known when it came to ordering the deaths of his servants. Now, who can name me another one?"
The class went on in much the same fashion, with the students raising their hands to volunteer answers or to ask questions. Harry liked this teacher; he seemed cool, and he had a great sense of humor. He was always using anecdotes about Hagrid's assistant Weiss to explain the old wizards. It seemed like the two were close friends from the way he spoke of him, which caused Ron to ask if Vaughn was close to Sydney as well. Vaughn had gotten strangely quiet, and changed the subject, going back to talking about Ancient Egyptian Wizards.
Before they knew it, the bell had rung, and they all exited, whispering excitedly. The vote was unanimous--they liked the Americans. The guys thought Sydney was hot, and the girls thought that Vaughn was even sexier than Professor Lockhart. (Harry and Ron had both coughed rather hard at this).
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down to lunch discussing Quidditch. (Well, Harry and Ron were discussing it, and Hermione was rolling her eyes).
"Do you think we'll have time to visit Hagrid after afternoon classes?" asked Hermione.
"Probably not, but we have Care of Magical Creatures this afternoon anyway," Harry answered.
"I want to meet Weiss," said Ron. "He sounds like fun. Maybe he can help me prank the Slytherins."
"Great Wizards, Ron! We're not even in school for one day, and you're already making trouble!"
"So?! It'll be me who gets detention, Hermione! Not you! If I want to get into trouble, let me, but stop trying to ruin my life!"
"Ruin your life?! Ron, I'm trying to keep you from getting detention!"
"Well, maybe I want detention! Did that ever occur to you?!"
Ron was running out of arguments, and he knew it.
"Since when have you ever wanted detention?"
"I like detention, don't I, Harry?"
Harry just sat there, staring at the two of them..
"I'm not getting into this."
"Come on, Harry. You're my best mate, you've got to back me up!"
"Hello, he's my best friend too, Ron."
"He was my best friend first."
"Your point, Ronald?"
"Bloody hell, Hermione! We're guys; we back each other up!"
"I back him up, too!"
"Not like I do though!"
"Codswollop, Ron, you know I've--"
"Oh, blast it! Will you both just shut up?!" Harry exploded, as one of the windows burst, causing everyone to quiet down. "Why do you have to argue ALL THE TIME?! And it's over things that don't matter! If you're going to fight, do it on your own time, and don't bring me into it! I have more important issues to deal with right now!"
With that, he collected his belongings and ran out of the door.
Sydney, Vaughn, and Weiss watched him, thoughtful looks etched on their faces, and Dumbledore looked on, a prideful glint visible in his eyes.
The group still wasn't speaking to each other when they met down at Hagrid's hut for Care of Magical Creatures. Harry was mad at their childishness, and the other two were refusing to apologize to each other. Hermione tried to speak to Harry, and even though he replied to her, his tone was cold, revealing that he was still somewhat angry at her.
"Hello, class," came a gruff voice that they all recognized as Hagrid's. "I've got a treat fer ya."
The class exchanged nervous glances at each other. Hagrid's "treats" usually meant strange, violent beasts that sprouted fire or had three heads. They might have been treats for him, but they were terrors for others.
Hagrid gave a low whistle and Harry watched as a bird with red and gold plummage came and set itself on Hagrid's shoulder.
"Fawkes," Harry muttered, knowingly.
"You can come up and stroke 'em if you wish," said Hagrid, "but be careful, 'cause if they don't trust ya, they'll attack ya."
The girls rushed to surround Hagrid and reached up to touch the bird. The girls were in awe of its beauty, petting it and rubbing its feathers with reverence. Harry noticed that while it allowed people to pet it, it also held itself somewhat stiffly, ready to strike at any sign of danger. Finally, the girls moved, and Harry was allowed to pet Fawkes. The phoenix lost its tension immediately, and leaned into Harry's hand as he pet it.
"Fawkes seems ter like ya, Harry."
"Well, we're old friends."
"Speakin' of ol' friends, why aren' ya talkin ter Ron an' Hermione?'
"We had an argument."
"I know. I heard ya. You all made quite an impression on the new teachers. What was yer fight about?"
"They were arguing again and I got aggravated. Why can't they just grow up?"
"They aren' like ya, Harry. They haven' had ter carry the world on their shoulders. You've got ter be patient with 'em."
"I'm trying, but I don't have the time to wait for them to grow up."
"No time?!" Hagrid laughed. "Harry, yer only 16! You've got all the time in the world!"
Harry suddenly remembered that he hadn't told Hagrid about the Prophecy. He would have to be more careful.
"You're right. It's just…with graduating next year, and dealing with Voldemort and everything…there's more important things we could be focusing on."
"That's true, Harry. Don't let it get the best of ya, though. You have ter be a kid, too."
"I'll try, Hagrid. I'll try."
Meanwhile, Ron was standing next to the paddock, lost in thought. Why did Hermione have to restrict him so much? All he wanted to do was have fun, why was that such a big issue? Lots of people were thinking that he liked her--'like' as in girlfriend 'like'-- and although he had liked her like that at first, he didn't anymore. The truth was, he had been in correspondence with Luna Lovegood for most of the summer, and he was starting to like her in a non- platonic way. He smiled slightly, thinking of Luna, and felt someone come stand next to him.
"Beautiful day, huh?"
"Yeah, if you like cloudy days," Ron said, holding out his hand in greeting. "I'm Ron Weasley."
"Eric Weiss. I'm the yo-yo king."
"Yo-yo?"
Weiss took out a yellow ball with a string wrapped around it, put his finger through a loop in the string, and flicked his wrist up and down, catching the ball and bringing it back up. Ron felt his jaw drop in amazement.
"Pretty cool, huh? You must be from a pureblood family…I'm a muggleborn."
"I figured that from the yo-yo. Most purebloods have never seen them before. So… I heard from Vaughn that you're quite the prankster. The best of the best, they say."
"Well, I don't like to brag, but…"
"How'd you like to put a wager on that?"
"What makes you think you could beat me?'
"I happen to have the wizarding world's best two pranksters as my older brothers; they taught me things."
"Alright, you're on. The first one to prank the other one five times, wins the bet. What's the wager?"
Ron thought for a moment. "Fifty galleons."
Weiss considered the offer for a moment. "Deal."
They shook hands, sealing the bet.
That night, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall in silence. They were sitting together, but ignoring each other.
Suddenly, Ron grabbed his stomach and ran from the room. Harry raised his eyebrows, and after shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, reached for a deviled egg.
"I wouldn't touch those, if I were you," said Weiss' voice from behind him.
"Why not?"
"Well, let's just say that the red stuff on top isn't Paprika," he confessed, removing a bottle of red powder from inside his jacket pocket.
"What is it?" Hermione asked.
Weiss handed it to her reluctantly, and she giggled when she read the label, passing it to Harry. Harry read it, and laughed so hard that tears came to his eyes. The label read "Problems with Constipation? Take Metamucil--the World's Greatest Laxative!"
Weiss snuck the bottle back into his pocket.
"He never should have challenged me. That's one point to Eric Weiss."
Well, there's the fifth chapter, we hope you liked it!
Please review!
Lots of love,
Alias: Mystic
a/n: sorry for the slow update everyone. We were, once again, dealing with the evilness of teachers curses teachers and hides from lightening bolts from the heavens please bear with us, we update as often as we can, but with original stories, and school work, and extracurricular activities, our lives are fast-paced and hectic…okay, enough excuses.
Thanks to:
Caty Jean: we updated as soon as possible. We're glad you like it!
Mandl4l: it's true that jandl has no tissues in her house (as you very well know), but you have to admit, jandl doesn't really need them. After all, she laughs at death scenes in movies…her insanity scares AngelGurl6905 at times.
Blinding Love: HI! We love your reviews! They're so nice and they make us laugh (and trust me, after some school days, we need to laugh, and jandl is very thankful for thai pads to kick smiles). Yes, Weiss is like that on the show, and we plan to continue on with writing the snippets. We have fun doing that.
Total Vaughn Lover: trust me, a lot of students will have a crush on him.
Ilovemypenguin: yes, they are a funny bunch of guys aren't they. And trust us, Weiss and Ron will wreak some major havoc around Hogwarts. We'll have so much fun writing that. And Vaughn is uber-sexy.
Ren201: we love that you love the conversations at the end! And we're psyched that you love our story! We hope you keep reading!
Angels Touch: your story is awesome! Jandl checks for an update every single day! The mission will be all year in this story, but we're not sure if Harry will have a crush on Sydney or not…we're not really sure where we'll be going in this story except for a basic plot-line, but when we know what's going to happen, you will know.
HaxeOrdinary: thanks for the sympathy, and thanks for the compliment!
Serendipity9: you saw Secret Window?! Jandl loves Secret Window (angelgurl6905 glowers for she hasn't seen it yet). Johnny Depp is one of the sexiest men on earth (along with Michael Vartan). Keep reading, and we're glad you like it!
MalfoynVaughnlover: you'll see some of the trouble they get into together in this chapter. And that's just a taste of what is to come.
Well, that's everyone! Please keep reading, and enjoy!
Chapter 5: Messing with Metamucil
'Who would have thought that I'd be a teacher?' Vaughn thought to himself as he turned to face his final class for the day. 'I mean, I knew Sydney would be good at teaching, but besides teaching French, I never thought I'd be any good. I had the whole class' attention last period. It were as though they had not thought that History of Magic could be interesting. I guess they never had a teacher like me before.'
"Hello, my name is Michael Vaughn, but you may call me Vaughn or Professor Vaughn if you wish to do so. I am a graduate of the Chicago Institute for Apprentice Wizards, and I am a former teacher of the Los Angeles School of Integrated Wizards, where I taught Muggle Studies, History of Magic, and French. I love my subject, and I promise to make it as interesting as I can.
"Today, we're going to study about the Ancient Egyptian Wizards. Who can name me one? How about you Ms…" he pointed to a girl with bushy, brown hair.
"Granger, Professor," said Hermione.
"Ms. Granger," he called.
"The most famous was a wizard named Ihmotep, who worked under Pharaoh Seti the First. Although it was never confirmed, it is said that he had the power to bring the dead back to life."
"Very good. Now if you'll all open your books, you'll see that he is only one of many Egyptian wizards. Sadly, many of them died because--even though magic was accepted as a part of their society--the Pharaoh was very temperamental, and well known when it came to ordering the deaths of his servants. Now, who can name me another one?"
The class went on in much the same fashion, with the students raising their hands to volunteer answers or to ask questions. Harry liked this teacher; he seemed cool, and he had a great sense of humor. He was always using anecdotes about Hagrid's assistant Weiss to explain the old wizards. It seemed like the two were close friends from the way he spoke of him, which caused Ron to ask if Vaughn was close to Sydney as well. Vaughn had gotten strangely quiet, and changed the subject, going back to talking about Ancient Egyptian Wizards.
Before they knew it, the bell had rung, and they all exited, whispering excitedly. The vote was unanimous--they liked the Americans. The guys thought Sydney was hot, and the girls thought that Vaughn was even sexier than Professor Lockhart. (Harry and Ron had both coughed rather hard at this).
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down to lunch discussing Quidditch. (Well, Harry and Ron were discussing it, and Hermione was rolling her eyes).
"Do you think we'll have time to visit Hagrid after afternoon classes?" asked Hermione.
"Probably not, but we have Care of Magical Creatures this afternoon anyway," Harry answered.
"I want to meet Weiss," said Ron. "He sounds like fun. Maybe he can help me prank the Slytherins."
"Great Wizards, Ron! We're not even in school for one day, and you're already making trouble!"
"So?! It'll be me who gets detention, Hermione! Not you! If I want to get into trouble, let me, but stop trying to ruin my life!"
"Ruin your life?! Ron, I'm trying to keep you from getting detention!"
"Well, maybe I want detention! Did that ever occur to you?!"
Ron was running out of arguments, and he knew it.
"Since when have you ever wanted detention?"
"I like detention, don't I, Harry?"
Harry just sat there, staring at the two of them..
"I'm not getting into this."
"Come on, Harry. You're my best mate, you've got to back me up!"
"Hello, he's my best friend too, Ron."
"He was my best friend first."
"Your point, Ronald?"
"Bloody hell, Hermione! We're guys; we back each other up!"
"I back him up, too!"
"Not like I do though!"
"Codswollop, Ron, you know I've--"
"Oh, blast it! Will you both just shut up?!" Harry exploded, as one of the windows burst, causing everyone to quiet down. "Why do you have to argue ALL THE TIME?! And it's over things that don't matter! If you're going to fight, do it on your own time, and don't bring me into it! I have more important issues to deal with right now!"
With that, he collected his belongings and ran out of the door.
Sydney, Vaughn, and Weiss watched him, thoughtful looks etched on their faces, and Dumbledore looked on, a prideful glint visible in his eyes.
The group still wasn't speaking to each other when they met down at Hagrid's hut for Care of Magical Creatures. Harry was mad at their childishness, and the other two were refusing to apologize to each other. Hermione tried to speak to Harry, and even though he replied to her, his tone was cold, revealing that he was still somewhat angry at her.
"Hello, class," came a gruff voice that they all recognized as Hagrid's. "I've got a treat fer ya."
The class exchanged nervous glances at each other. Hagrid's "treats" usually meant strange, violent beasts that sprouted fire or had three heads. They might have been treats for him, but they were terrors for others.
Hagrid gave a low whistle and Harry watched as a bird with red and gold plummage came and set itself on Hagrid's shoulder.
"Fawkes," Harry muttered, knowingly.
"You can come up and stroke 'em if you wish," said Hagrid, "but be careful, 'cause if they don't trust ya, they'll attack ya."
The girls rushed to surround Hagrid and reached up to touch the bird. The girls were in awe of its beauty, petting it and rubbing its feathers with reverence. Harry noticed that while it allowed people to pet it, it also held itself somewhat stiffly, ready to strike at any sign of danger. Finally, the girls moved, and Harry was allowed to pet Fawkes. The phoenix lost its tension immediately, and leaned into Harry's hand as he pet it.
"Fawkes seems ter like ya, Harry."
"Well, we're old friends."
"Speakin' of ol' friends, why aren' ya talkin ter Ron an' Hermione?'
"We had an argument."
"I know. I heard ya. You all made quite an impression on the new teachers. What was yer fight about?"
"They were arguing again and I got aggravated. Why can't they just grow up?"
"They aren' like ya, Harry. They haven' had ter carry the world on their shoulders. You've got ter be patient with 'em."
"I'm trying, but I don't have the time to wait for them to grow up."
"No time?!" Hagrid laughed. "Harry, yer only 16! You've got all the time in the world!"
Harry suddenly remembered that he hadn't told Hagrid about the Prophecy. He would have to be more careful.
"You're right. It's just…with graduating next year, and dealing with Voldemort and everything…there's more important things we could be focusing on."
"That's true, Harry. Don't let it get the best of ya, though. You have ter be a kid, too."
"I'll try, Hagrid. I'll try."
Meanwhile, Ron was standing next to the paddock, lost in thought. Why did Hermione have to restrict him so much? All he wanted to do was have fun, why was that such a big issue? Lots of people were thinking that he liked her--'like' as in girlfriend 'like'-- and although he had liked her like that at first, he didn't anymore. The truth was, he had been in correspondence with Luna Lovegood for most of the summer, and he was starting to like her in a non- platonic way. He smiled slightly, thinking of Luna, and felt someone come stand next to him.
"Beautiful day, huh?"
"Yeah, if you like cloudy days," Ron said, holding out his hand in greeting. "I'm Ron Weasley."
"Eric Weiss. I'm the yo-yo king."
"Yo-yo?"
Weiss took out a yellow ball with a string wrapped around it, put his finger through a loop in the string, and flicked his wrist up and down, catching the ball and bringing it back up. Ron felt his jaw drop in amazement.
"Pretty cool, huh? You must be from a pureblood family…I'm a muggleborn."
"I figured that from the yo-yo. Most purebloods have never seen them before. So… I heard from Vaughn that you're quite the prankster. The best of the best, they say."
"Well, I don't like to brag, but…"
"How'd you like to put a wager on that?"
"What makes you think you could beat me?'
"I happen to have the wizarding world's best two pranksters as my older brothers; they taught me things."
"Alright, you're on. The first one to prank the other one five times, wins the bet. What's the wager?"
Ron thought for a moment. "Fifty galleons."
Weiss considered the offer for a moment. "Deal."
They shook hands, sealing the bet.
That night, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall in silence. They were sitting together, but ignoring each other.
Suddenly, Ron grabbed his stomach and ran from the room. Harry raised his eyebrows, and after shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, reached for a deviled egg.
"I wouldn't touch those, if I were you," said Weiss' voice from behind him.
"Why not?"
"Well, let's just say that the red stuff on top isn't Paprika," he confessed, removing a bottle of red powder from inside his jacket pocket.
"What is it?" Hermione asked.
Weiss handed it to her reluctantly, and she giggled when she read the label, passing it to Harry. Harry read it, and laughed so hard that tears came to his eyes. The label read "Problems with Constipation? Take Metamucil--the World's Greatest Laxative!"
Weiss snuck the bottle back into his pocket.
"He never should have challenged me. That's one point to Eric Weiss."
Well, there's the fifth chapter, we hope you liked it!
Please review!
Lots of love,
Alias: Mystic
