Okay, been a while since I updated. Sorry about that, but the first 11 chapters were all ready to put up when I started posting this. I had to type #12 still. And 13's not finished yet, so it may be a bit until I get that one up, as I'm also working on my not-so-crazy Harry Potter fic and my original fiction (that one really sucks in my opinion, but my friends seem to like it. Of course, they like this too, so I'm not sure they're that reliable.) Not to mention that it's SUMMER, and I seem to be busier than I am during school, which gives me yet another reason to wish I was still in school (Alas, 88 more days!) Okay, now finally to the story. As always, please review!

Disclaimer: Okay, okay, I don't own anything, this chapter mainly belongs to J.K. Rowling, though several other things get thrown in at odd places. Don't sue.

Chapter 12

The next day at breakfast, Jill, Adrienne, Katie, Andy, and Stephanie seemed occupied in their own thoughts. Considering how weird they had been the night before, Harry thought this very strange. "Why aren't you guys talking at all?" he finally asked, unable to stand it anymore.

"Huh?" replied Adrienne, coming out of her trance. "Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about this dream I had last night." A dreamy smile slowly crept across her face as she reminisced once again.

"You had a good dream, too?" asked Jill, quickly snapping out of it.

"Ya, did you?"

"Ya..." Jill trailed off. "What was yours about?"

"What was yours about?"

"I asked you first!"

"Mine was about Will," interrupted Katie.

"Turner?" asked Andy, taking a sudden interest in the conversation.

"What other Will would Katie be dreaming about?" replied Stephanie sardonically.

"What about Will?" asked Jill through clenched teeth.

"We were making out—" Katie was interrupted by Adrienne slapping her across the face. "Ow! What did you do that for?"

"I think that's just a bit obvious, Katherine."

"Good point," she admitted. "Actually, I was just about to tell you that in my dream, Elizabeth came up to me and slapped me."

"What are you all talking about?" asked Hermione.

Adrienne opened up her bag. "What are you doing?" asked Andy suspiciously. She smirked at him and pulled out a beautiful, wonderful, amazingly gorgeous picture.

"This is what we're talking about," she said, showing the picture of Will Turner to Hermione. (Of course she didn't actually give it to her. What did you expect?)

"I understand," said Hermione simply.

Jill eyed Adrienne's bag speculatively as she put the near-holy picture away. Adrienne noticed this. "Don't even think about it," she warned.

"I was just wondering what else you have in there," Jill defended mock-innocently.

"Yes," said Katie. "What is in there?"

"Legolas, Will, Orlando Bloom, Frodo, Elijah Wood, Johnny Depp, Captain Jack Sparrow, and Aragorn pictures,—"

"Why Aragorn?" interrupted Stephanie.

"Cause I felt like it," replied Adrienne.

"That bag looks too big to be just holding pictures..." prompted Ron.

"It's got something else in it, too," said Adrienne mysteriously.

"What is it?" asked Fred, wondering what kind of object could cause her to be so weird. (Random understatement.)

"A portable DVD player!" she squealed in excitement. "And the DVD's of all three Lord of the Rings, extended of course, and Pirates of the Caribbean, and the Princess Bride, Aladdin, and Robin Hood!"

NOTE: I have no clue how I got a portable DVD player (though I want one), or a copy of the Return of the King, but this is my story with my rules. They probably got there the same way the "Synopsis of Silk" got to Silk-a- Silk.

NOTE ON THE NOTE: The name Silk-a-Silk will be explained in a later chapter. For now, just know that it's Stephanie.

"What's a DVD?" chorused all four Weasleys present. (Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny, if anyone's lost track.) This was a bad thing to say.

Those words made something terrible happen. Random. Passing. Kaitin. And the words of Kait were such: "DVD stands for Digital Video Disc." He stood there rather stupidly.

"How the hell did you get here?!?" Adrienne, Katie, and Jill screamed, going into collective apoplexy. They couldn't believe that Kaiting could possibly be here, of all places, when they were having such a good time.

In response to their question, he launched into a lengthy explanation about how he had been hit by "aged milk" and mysteriously appeared in a dungeon-like room. Here he had quickly become best friends with a pale, blond-haired boy.

"Hold on," said Fred quickly, "what was the kid's name?"

"Draco Malfoy," came a familiar drawl. "Do you know any other Slytherins that match my description?" Malfoy strutted into view, flanked as always by Crabbe and Goyle. He turned to Kaiting, intentionally blocking the others out of the conversation. "Kait, what're you doing talking to these Gryffindors?" He said the word as if they were a bit of slime on the bottom of his shoe. "I thought you were going to see Dumbledore."

"I did. But I know these other kids, and those red-headed kids needed an explanation on something."

While the conversation was taking place, Adrienne was staring intently at Kaiting's face. "Does something look different about Kait to you?" she whispered to Stephanie.

"You mean how he looks about 15?" asked Stephanie. "You're so unobservant. You, myself, and Katie look about 15, Jill looks 16, and Andy looks ancient. I thought even you would have noticed the foot-long beard Andy sprouted over night."

Adrienne decided to ignore that. "So we all look the same age as our characters?"

"Your logic is infallible," the Silk-being replied dryly. Kait had left them. "Anyway, what WAS your dream about, Jill?"

"Legolas."

"Ah," said Adrienne as she showed a picture to Hermione by way of explanation.

"That looks like Will," the young witch objected.

"It's the same actor."

"Oh. What was YOUR dream about?"

"Um...er..." Adrienne glanced nervously at Jill. "Do you REALLY need to know?"

"SHE may not," Jill growled, "But I do."

"I just want to remind you that one does not have control over one's dreams. Island scene." She threw her hands up to ward off any blows.

"What?!?" Jill exploded.

"It's not my fault!"

"Actually," interrupted Hermione, "dreams are a reflection of your subconscious, and that's influenced by your conscious mind." Adrienne glared at her, but she continued, determined to make her point. "Which is why no matter what Professor Trelawney says, you can't tell the future from your dreams. Unless, of course, you happen to be Harry Potter," she added hastily seeing the look on Harry's face.

Ignoring the end, Jill triumphantly screamed "So it IS your fault!"

"Wouldn't you think about the same thing?" Adrienne said, desperately seizing her only chance.

"Well, yeah, I guess you have a point." She finally settled down. "Did anyone else have an unusual dream?"

"I did," said Stephanie.

"Oh my god!" exclaimed Adrienne. "You like never dream! What was it about?"

"I was fighting with Silk," Silk-a-Silk shrugged.

"Who won?" asked Ron curiously.

"We did, of course."

"She's losing it," George said sorrowfully, but his grin betrayed him. "Now she's referring to herself in the royal 'we' ".

"I said I was fighting WITH Silk, not against him. We were on the same side."

"Who were you fighting?" asked Jill.

"They looked like how Murgos are supposed to look."

"You're lucky Hettar wasn't around," Adrienne commented. "There wouldn't have been any left for you."

"Did you have a weird dream, Andy?" Katie asked, struggling to steer the conversation back to something she could understand.

"Yeah," he replied. "It was about Chocolat and Tira beating up Carrot."

"Was Mille involved?" Stephanie asked threateningly.

"N-no," Andy replied, wondering what she would to do to him if it HAD been involved somehow.

"Ya know," commented Fred to no one in particular, "Silk has really bad grammar."

"No," Adrienne disagreed. "Mille is pronounced m-e, but it's spelled M-i-l-l-e." (yay! Said Katie)

"I take it she's not fond of this person?"

"It's against my religion!" Stephanie screamed in outrage.

"Mille's a transvestite," Andy explained as Jill attempted to calm Stephanie down and Adrienne rolled her eyes. "It's from a Japanese comic book. For some reason, Stephanie is oddly disturbed whenever it's mentioned."

"I love Mille!" squealed Katie in delight. "I am Mille!" Adrienne once again rolled her eyes. Stephanie raised her wand, and Andy quickly disarmed her with Expelliarmus.

"Okay, you guys are even crazier than I thought you were," George said. "That's great! Now there's even MORE crazy people at Hogwarts!"

"I think we should go do something," mentioned Adrienne. "We've been at breakfast so long that the house-elves ("Humph!" said Hermione) will be sending lunch up before long."

"Why don't we go to Hogsmeade?" suggested Ron.

"Yeah! Let's go!" exclaimed Stephanie excitedly.

"Is it a Hogsmeade weekend?" asked Jill.

"Uh, yeah, of course," said a confused Harry. Stephanie's expression lessened slightly, but she still looked happy.

"I think I remember Professor Dumbledore saying something about being allowed to go there," said Andy.

So they all got ready to go.