When The Sky Falls
By: Wrinkles The Troll
Cast Of Characters:
(characters that weren't already in the books, of course)
The cast of characters will be updated every time there is a new (main) character in the story they will be added here. If you want to know any kind of the information below, This is where you'll be able to find it.
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Name: Tabitha
Age: 16
Hometown: Guntersville, Alabama, U.S.A
Favorite Color: Green
Future Wand: Phoenix Hair, Cedar, 8 ½ inches.
Dominant Hand: Right
In which Tabitha finds that Redheads like to talk
Or
In which Tabitha acknowledges her phone bill.
By the time I boarded the train, it was almost midnight, and my aunt had called my cell phone seven times from the car in the parking lot behind me asking where in the world is the plane and when are you leaving. And I replied each time with a I Don't Know, How About You Just Leave And I'll Call You When It's Here.
Of course I can't leave you here, silly. She would reply. Your mother would kill me.
Our phone conversation would then be terminated and I would mumble on about how she would also kill you for letting me go to school in a whole other country across the Atlantic ocean and live out in the middle of no-where with long-lost relatives she'd probably never heard of. But I kept that part of the conversation to myself.
I was seated by an old man, constantly drooling onto a bib his now-sedated wife sat on his shoulder. I'm very glad I have an empty seat beside me, otherwise I would have fallen asleep against the drool. Ew.
I pulled out the piece of paper that had been mailed to my aunt. It was completely blank, when I looked at it, but my aunt had read it aloud to me, and gave it to me to look over while I was packing for the out-skirts of Oxford.
I studied the piece intensely over the next few hours, interrupted by frequent visits to the restroom caused by the warm punch served by the attendant in first class. The last thing I remember before I left the conscious world, was the old lady two seats down waking up and smiling warmly at me. I remember thinking that it was the nicest smile in the world, and shouldn't everyone have a smile like that?
I woke up approximately 6 hours later, and the attendant was making her rounds. The sky outside was pitch black, broken up by small amounts of translucent white fluff, which I remember thinking of as demented, odd-shaped clouds. I learned later that I was very far from right, and very close to wrong.
A loud but muffled voice came over the speakers,
"Approximately ten minutes until landing time in the Oxford International Airport. After we land, please stay seated until informed otherwise."
I gathered the few belongings I had carried on to the plane with me, and buckled in, awaiting 'touchdown'.
I shall never again ride an airplane by myself. Nor get off it by myself. I had to wait in line FOREVER, just because I was under eighteen. I was sixteen for goodness sakes, didn't those long sixteen years count for SOMETHING?
But alas, I waited in line among 17 other parent-less under-eighteens in the back of the line, only to get up front and for them to realize that my luggage was still on the plane that was ABOUT TO TAKE OFF!
Luckily, the plane couldn't get off the ground yet because the cargo hold wouldn't close, because of 6 suitcases, strung together, and no-one on the plane would claim them as theirs. The cargo-hold man was greatly relieved when I tapped him on the shoulder and asked him if he had happened to see six attached suitcases in the color maroon. I loaded them onto a cart the airport had lended me, and plodded my lonely self across the long landing strip, over to the airplane parking lot, and back into the building. Fortunately, it was semi-empty, and I had plenty of room to look for either a large family with red hair, a woman and a man with red hair, or a boy and girl my age with red hair.
Lucky for me, I found the whole family… or what looked like it anyways.
"Hi." I said, standing in front of them while they all looked over my shoulder, as if not believing I was really me and searching for someone else. Or perhaps they just hadn't heard me. I can see that happening, since I was probably 70 yards away, wishing that I was still at home, knowing that tomorrow I would get up and go to school, beaming because it was only 2 more days until summer break.
I walked a bit closer, almost to where I could touch one of them by stretching out my hand as far as it would go, and said "Hello. Are you the, erm, Weslys?"
A short and rather round lady with red hair stepped up to me and said, "You mean the Weasleys dear?"
I nodded. Weslys, Weasleys, why must this be so difficult?
"Why yes we are! You must be Tabitha! You've grown so much from the pictures we've seen! Are you hungry dear? I know you must be tired. Why it's barely three in the morning where you come from! We'll be at the burrow in a jiffy. Have you ever apparated dear? Why am I asking, of course you haven't! Forgive me dear, I'm getting old! Now, I must know what you'd like for breakfast, I'll have Ginny or Ronald bring it up to you, or I might even bring it up myself! It just all depends on how-
"Mum! Our dear Tabitha might like to know who all these strange people around her are!" a boy said. He wasn't horrid looking, but he wasn't drop-dead gorgeous. He had a twin brother who was standing right next to him, and when he caught me staring, he smiled and winked.
"Yeah, mum. Our family is pretty intimidating, even without Percy's face here." Said his twin.
"Fred!" Mrs. Weasley scowled, "What will Tabitha think?" (alas! I know somebody's name!)
"I'm not sure we need to worry about what she thinks about Fred and George mum, but I do think that if we don't get on with everything, Tabitha is going to have second thoughts and return to the states on the next flight over."
A small girl with firey red hair fought through the crowded family, and held out her hand. Freckles bridged her nose, and a friendly dimpled smile adorned her face. "Hi. My name's Ginny. Don't mind these dolt's. They're only people who like to call themselves my brothers. We picked them up on the way here, and they just won't leave us alone. The one with the red shirt on is Fred. We'll make sure they wear name-tags while you're here." She chided, "But don't worry about getting them mixed-up. Mum can't even tell them apart sometimes. The other one's George. The one standing beside them is Ron. He's 16. Fred and George are almost 19. And I'm fifteen. That's mum. Dad's out in the car. He's making sure it doesn't-
"Oh Ginny dear!" Mrs. Weasley interrupted, "I believe we have talked the poor dear to death! Run along and tell Dad to warm up the car will you!" she added in a warning tone, and I watched Ginny blush as though she had had a slip-of-the-tongue and waddled off, and the group I had just joined followed behind her, finally silent.
