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series that is Harry Potter. Here it goes, we hope you like it...
Chapter 4
After Becca, Ali, Harry, Ron, and Hermione reached the Mess Hall, they followed in the masses of kids waiting outside and grabbed a table. They all sat down and took turns going up for food so no one would steal their table. When Harry, Ron, and Hermione went up for food, Ali and Becca took the opportunity to chat. "So, I'm guessin' you're liking Ron," Becca said coolly as she leaned on her elbow against the table.
Ali looked at Becca and stuttered, "No—I mean—no—I mean—waaah, how did you know?!"
Becca laughed, "Ali, I've known you since first grade. When you like somebody, it's pretty obvious to me."
"Obvious?" Ali asked worriedly.
"To me," Becca replied with assurance.
Ali smiled, "So do you like anyone that I should be aware of? Like Harry, maybe?"
Becca smiled in return and said, "No. He's cute, I'll grant you that, but—"
Just then Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked up and sat down, causing Becca to blush and stop talking.
"Are you two going to go get food?" Hermione asked, with a hint of ice in her tone.
"Uhh...yeah," Ali replied as she rose from the table, "Why does Hermione hate me so much?" she asked Becca once they were out of earshot.
"I dunno," Becca replied as she spooned some macaroni and cheese onto her tray, "I wouldn't worry about it though."
As the group ate and talked, Becca couldn't help noticing that Ali was eating remarkably slowly. Then she noticed that Ali was periodically sneaking glances at Ron and concluded that this must be the reason or her slow food consumption. Becca smiled to herself and went to take a bite of her macaroni and cheese when she heard an unpleasantly familiar voice behind her. "Hey, Potter, why are you sitting with muggles?" Becca turned and saw the pale boy from earlier standing with his arm around the shoulder of a pug-faced girl, "Come on Potter," he continued, "I mean, at least Weasley's pureblood, though you'd never know it," he added as an afterthought.
Becca knew that Harry would have opened his mouth to reply, but the pug- faced girl broke in at sight of Ali, " Ew! What are you doing?" she asked with a revolted look on her face.
"I'm eating..." Ali replied coldly.
"Yeah, but why are you sitting with people who aren't in your h... er, cabin?"
"I can sit wherever I want," Ali replied, "And frankly, I don't care who I eat my meals with. That is, as long as they're not you."
To Becca's amusement, the girl seemed to have no adequate response to this as she simply put her nose up and turned to walk away. Ali turned around and muttered, "I really hate my cabin," before shoving a forkful of salad into her mouth.
After dinner, the group headed back to their cabins and Ali parted to hers. As soon as the others entered the "Togetherness Room" (as their corny camp managers called it), Ron grabbed Becca by the shoulders and began pelting her with questions about Ali. At first, Becca was a bit taken aback by this sudden movement, but soon recovered; Becca crossed her eyes, reached up, and slapped Ron across the face. Ron looked utterly astounded and Harry began laughing. Ron shot Harry a look and Harry hastily turned his laughing into a hacking cough. "What're you laughing at?" Ron asked maliciously.
Harry suppressed a chuckle, "Laughing? I'm not laughing—"
Ron turned to Becca, "And why did you slap me?!"
Becca brushed Ron's hands off of her shoulders lightly, "You were fogging up my eyes," she said, walking over to a chair and sitting down on it, "And I'd be happy to answer any queries you may have about Ali or otherwise so long as they are in a written form."
Becca could hear quiet laughter and some whispering coming from the corner of the cabin. She looked over and saw a pair of older looking boys, bearing a faint resemblance to Ron huddled in the corner; doing something with a rubber chicken, a pastry, and a piece of wood...? Occasionally one of them would look over at her, grinning. The two were clearly twins, but, Becca noted, the one looking at her was slightly cuter; or maybe it was simply his interest in her. Her staring and thinking were interrupted by Ron's over-dramatic reactions to not getting his answers.
Ron sighed and took a seat beside Harry on the couch. For a moment, he looked a bit dreamy but then he sat up and looked around, appearing quite alert, "Where's Ginny?" he asked to no one in particular.
Becca learned over to Harry and asked, "Who's Ginny?"
"His younger sister," Harry replied.
Ron hailed a group of younger-looking boys, "Oy! Any of you seen Ginny?"
The boys all shook their heads, one seemed oddly familiar, but it was hard to tell in the dim light. She soon forgot him though with the crisis at hand.
"She's probably been hanging out with some friends," Harry suggested.
Ron looked puzzled, "I didn't see her at dinner," he said, "Come to think of it, I haven't seen her since we got here."
Hermione, who had been silent before now, spoke up, "Harry's right, Ron. She's probably off with some friends. She could already be in her cabin for all we know."
Ron nodded, "Yeah, you're probably right..." he trailed off, but after a few seconds—"Anybody have some paper I could borrow?"
"Yes," Hermione answered, fetching a notebook, "What for?"
Ron smiled and glanced at Becca, "Well, I wanna get started on that list right away."
That night, just as Hermione and Becca were about to go to sleep, they heard a scuffling noise outside of the door.
"Lights-out was half an hour ago," Becca said, "Who'd be getting back just now?"
Hermione shrugged and got up to investigate. Hermione opened the door slowly and peered into the hallway. "Ginny?" she said. Becca got up and went to the door; outside was a younger girl with red hair that was the same color as Ron's. Ginny looked at Hermione with an expressionless face. "Ginny, what are you doing out so late?" Hermione asked her, "Ron was looking for you. You were supposed to be back ages ago."
Ginny merely stared at her blankly and said, "I was out for a walk." Her voice had a monotonic quality to it and sent shivers down Becca's spine. Ginny went to the cabin next door and said, "Goodnight," in the same monotonic voice before stepping inside and closing the door behind her. A few moments passed in silence in which both Becca and Hermione were leaning out of the doorway, staring stupidly at the place Ginny had been standing. Hermione blinked.
"Is she always this energetic?" Becca asked.
"Hmm..." Hermione said, "There's something funny about her..."
"Maybe she's had a bad day," Becca suggested, "Or just really tired," she added as an afterthought.
Hermione's brow furrowed, "Maybe..."
Becca walked over to her bed, "We should get some sleep; tomorrow morning Ron's gonna' have a humongous list of Allison inquiries for me to fill out and I just know I'm gonna' fall asleep out of boredom after the third one."
Still looking perplexed, Hermione walked over to her bed and sat down, "You're right." She turned off the light and got into bed. Becca lay still for a few moments, then closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
When she opened her eyes, Becca found herself not in her dark cabin, but in a large room. Looking around, she saw that she was sitting in what appeared to be a courtroom, though all the walls were blinding white and completely blank so that they seemed to be giving of a white glow of light. She was sitting on a spectator bench in the front row and could see all that was happening; in the place where the jury would have sat, there was no one and the judge sat behind a podium, dressed completely in white, though the judge's face was concealed in shadow. Sitting before the judge's podium was a man in a jester's costume sitting on a wooden stool and playing the violin. On the defendant's stand sat Ginny Weasley, staring straight ahead expressionlessly. Becca felt something brush by her and turned to see a massive dark cloud overtaking the white courtroom. She had the overwhelming feeling that this was not good, but as soon as she stood up, the jester's music became exceptionally loud and Becca lost all feeling in her body. Suddenly, she no longer cared about the cloud and so it overtook her easily. But she didn't care about the darkness consuming her; the music was all that mattered...
Becca sat bolt upright with a start and stared into the pitch-black of night. Remembering where she was, she lay back down and sighed. "I really need to start meditating before I go to sleep..."
Alright, there you have it. The end there is a little introduction to the main plot... you'll understand it in the future. :-D I'll hopefully have the next chapter up soon! Three words for you: Review, review, review!
Chapter 4
After Becca, Ali, Harry, Ron, and Hermione reached the Mess Hall, they followed in the masses of kids waiting outside and grabbed a table. They all sat down and took turns going up for food so no one would steal their table. When Harry, Ron, and Hermione went up for food, Ali and Becca took the opportunity to chat. "So, I'm guessin' you're liking Ron," Becca said coolly as she leaned on her elbow against the table.
Ali looked at Becca and stuttered, "No—I mean—no—I mean—waaah, how did you know?!"
Becca laughed, "Ali, I've known you since first grade. When you like somebody, it's pretty obvious to me."
"Obvious?" Ali asked worriedly.
"To me," Becca replied with assurance.
Ali smiled, "So do you like anyone that I should be aware of? Like Harry, maybe?"
Becca smiled in return and said, "No. He's cute, I'll grant you that, but—"
Just then Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked up and sat down, causing Becca to blush and stop talking.
"Are you two going to go get food?" Hermione asked, with a hint of ice in her tone.
"Uhh...yeah," Ali replied as she rose from the table, "Why does Hermione hate me so much?" she asked Becca once they were out of earshot.
"I dunno," Becca replied as she spooned some macaroni and cheese onto her tray, "I wouldn't worry about it though."
As the group ate and talked, Becca couldn't help noticing that Ali was eating remarkably slowly. Then she noticed that Ali was periodically sneaking glances at Ron and concluded that this must be the reason or her slow food consumption. Becca smiled to herself and went to take a bite of her macaroni and cheese when she heard an unpleasantly familiar voice behind her. "Hey, Potter, why are you sitting with muggles?" Becca turned and saw the pale boy from earlier standing with his arm around the shoulder of a pug-faced girl, "Come on Potter," he continued, "I mean, at least Weasley's pureblood, though you'd never know it," he added as an afterthought.
Becca knew that Harry would have opened his mouth to reply, but the pug- faced girl broke in at sight of Ali, " Ew! What are you doing?" she asked with a revolted look on her face.
"I'm eating..." Ali replied coldly.
"Yeah, but why are you sitting with people who aren't in your h... er, cabin?"
"I can sit wherever I want," Ali replied, "And frankly, I don't care who I eat my meals with. That is, as long as they're not you."
To Becca's amusement, the girl seemed to have no adequate response to this as she simply put her nose up and turned to walk away. Ali turned around and muttered, "I really hate my cabin," before shoving a forkful of salad into her mouth.
After dinner, the group headed back to their cabins and Ali parted to hers. As soon as the others entered the "Togetherness Room" (as their corny camp managers called it), Ron grabbed Becca by the shoulders and began pelting her with questions about Ali. At first, Becca was a bit taken aback by this sudden movement, but soon recovered; Becca crossed her eyes, reached up, and slapped Ron across the face. Ron looked utterly astounded and Harry began laughing. Ron shot Harry a look and Harry hastily turned his laughing into a hacking cough. "What're you laughing at?" Ron asked maliciously.
Harry suppressed a chuckle, "Laughing? I'm not laughing—"
Ron turned to Becca, "And why did you slap me?!"
Becca brushed Ron's hands off of her shoulders lightly, "You were fogging up my eyes," she said, walking over to a chair and sitting down on it, "And I'd be happy to answer any queries you may have about Ali or otherwise so long as they are in a written form."
Becca could hear quiet laughter and some whispering coming from the corner of the cabin. She looked over and saw a pair of older looking boys, bearing a faint resemblance to Ron huddled in the corner; doing something with a rubber chicken, a pastry, and a piece of wood...? Occasionally one of them would look over at her, grinning. The two were clearly twins, but, Becca noted, the one looking at her was slightly cuter; or maybe it was simply his interest in her. Her staring and thinking were interrupted by Ron's over-dramatic reactions to not getting his answers.
Ron sighed and took a seat beside Harry on the couch. For a moment, he looked a bit dreamy but then he sat up and looked around, appearing quite alert, "Where's Ginny?" he asked to no one in particular.
Becca learned over to Harry and asked, "Who's Ginny?"
"His younger sister," Harry replied.
Ron hailed a group of younger-looking boys, "Oy! Any of you seen Ginny?"
The boys all shook their heads, one seemed oddly familiar, but it was hard to tell in the dim light. She soon forgot him though with the crisis at hand.
"She's probably been hanging out with some friends," Harry suggested.
Ron looked puzzled, "I didn't see her at dinner," he said, "Come to think of it, I haven't seen her since we got here."
Hermione, who had been silent before now, spoke up, "Harry's right, Ron. She's probably off with some friends. She could already be in her cabin for all we know."
Ron nodded, "Yeah, you're probably right..." he trailed off, but after a few seconds—"Anybody have some paper I could borrow?"
"Yes," Hermione answered, fetching a notebook, "What for?"
Ron smiled and glanced at Becca, "Well, I wanna get started on that list right away."
That night, just as Hermione and Becca were about to go to sleep, they heard a scuffling noise outside of the door.
"Lights-out was half an hour ago," Becca said, "Who'd be getting back just now?"
Hermione shrugged and got up to investigate. Hermione opened the door slowly and peered into the hallway. "Ginny?" she said. Becca got up and went to the door; outside was a younger girl with red hair that was the same color as Ron's. Ginny looked at Hermione with an expressionless face. "Ginny, what are you doing out so late?" Hermione asked her, "Ron was looking for you. You were supposed to be back ages ago."
Ginny merely stared at her blankly and said, "I was out for a walk." Her voice had a monotonic quality to it and sent shivers down Becca's spine. Ginny went to the cabin next door and said, "Goodnight," in the same monotonic voice before stepping inside and closing the door behind her. A few moments passed in silence in which both Becca and Hermione were leaning out of the doorway, staring stupidly at the place Ginny had been standing. Hermione blinked.
"Is she always this energetic?" Becca asked.
"Hmm..." Hermione said, "There's something funny about her..."
"Maybe she's had a bad day," Becca suggested, "Or just really tired," she added as an afterthought.
Hermione's brow furrowed, "Maybe..."
Becca walked over to her bed, "We should get some sleep; tomorrow morning Ron's gonna' have a humongous list of Allison inquiries for me to fill out and I just know I'm gonna' fall asleep out of boredom after the third one."
Still looking perplexed, Hermione walked over to her bed and sat down, "You're right." She turned off the light and got into bed. Becca lay still for a few moments, then closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
When she opened her eyes, Becca found herself not in her dark cabin, but in a large room. Looking around, she saw that she was sitting in what appeared to be a courtroom, though all the walls were blinding white and completely blank so that they seemed to be giving of a white glow of light. She was sitting on a spectator bench in the front row and could see all that was happening; in the place where the jury would have sat, there was no one and the judge sat behind a podium, dressed completely in white, though the judge's face was concealed in shadow. Sitting before the judge's podium was a man in a jester's costume sitting on a wooden stool and playing the violin. On the defendant's stand sat Ginny Weasley, staring straight ahead expressionlessly. Becca felt something brush by her and turned to see a massive dark cloud overtaking the white courtroom. She had the overwhelming feeling that this was not good, but as soon as she stood up, the jester's music became exceptionally loud and Becca lost all feeling in her body. Suddenly, she no longer cared about the cloud and so it overtook her easily. But she didn't care about the darkness consuming her; the music was all that mattered...
Becca sat bolt upright with a start and stared into the pitch-black of night. Remembering where she was, she lay back down and sighed. "I really need to start meditating before I go to sleep..."
Alright, there you have it. The end there is a little introduction to the main plot... you'll understand it in the future. :-D I'll hopefully have the next chapter up soon! Three words for you: Review, review, review!