Author's Note: It's lucky number 13, kiddies! grins My, am I tired! Sorry I haven't updated much lately...it's just I've been so tired, and short of ideas to spark the chappie. But to hell with it! I need to update, so sorry if it's a bit short. Peace out!

Revenge of the Misfits

Chapter 13

"Sarah!"

The blonde witch slowly turned around, daring to believe what her ears were telling her. She faced a seventeen year old wizard, with dyed black hair! He had the same familiar eyebrow ring, and ragged, country look to him no matter what he wore. He was slightly short of six feet tall, more muscled than Ron but not in a disgusting, steroid popping way. He wore black robes too, only of a lighter material than Sarah had.

"James!" she shouted, running into her friend's arms, happily hugging him. With a slight "oof!" he returned the death-gripping hug. "I missed you so much! And what have you done to your hair?" she commented, pulling a lock of the spiky black through her fingers.

"What, don't you like it? If I remember correctly, you died yours' green before!"

"That was an accident, because SOMEBODY put hair dye in my shampoo bottle!" she laughed, completely unaware of the chaos around them, because she was reunited with her best friend in the whole world, her not-really-but-almost twin. They were both grinning from ear to ear, and James hugged her in a bone crunching embrace once again, and Sarah thought she heard several of her ribs crack.

"So, what have you been up to this year?" he asked, and Sarah proceeded to talk about Hogwarts and all the weird teachers, and the beautiful grounds and the castle itself, totally forgetting to speak of her new friends. In less than five minutes she summed up the past two months for him, from her first meeting with Ron, all the way to her sickening portkey experience.

"What did you do this year?" she asked, poking James in the ribs, making him giggle. "Ah, your still ticklish!"

"Am not!" he squealed, while Sarah kept jabbing his stomcach, reducing the sorcerer to laughing tears. Somebody cleared their throat from behind the duo, James was now curled up in a ball on the ground with Sarah tickling him. They both looked up, and the redheaded British wizard raised an eyebrow down at them.

"Oh, sorry Ron!" Sarah exclaimed, getting up and dusting herself off. "This is James, who I told you about! And James, this is Ron Weasley." she introduced them, and the men shook hands, after Ron helped the Grier student off the ground with a smile.

"Any friend of Sarah's is a friend of mine," James replied. "I hope we'll get to know each other better this year!"

"Same here," Ron answered, looking around at the students who were disappating into the housing. "So, what are we supposed to do now?"

"Uh..." Sarah answered, and James rolled his large, stormy gray eyes.

"Didn't they tell you?" he demanded in an annoyed voice. The Hogwarts students shook their heads. "We're supposed to go get our stuff from the piles of luggage, and then take it up to our housing. They posted it near the luggage of who's staying with who." And with that the threesome left to gather their belongings.

James easily walked over to the France piles, which were already neatly sorted, and picked up his suitcase and the wicker basket which contained his kitten, Fluffy, whom Sarah learned of in early July. He waited patiently while Sarah and Ron plunged into the mosh pit around the baggage, trying to grab their bags. Sarah managed to climb on top of the mountain of trunks, and shove her's and Ron's down to the bottom. On the way down, she spotted Hermione's and unwedged it for her, to the witch's amusement.

Sarah shrugged, and moved on. Instead of trying to carry her trunk, she levitated it in front of her and found her name on the long list of housing for the two foreign schools. She was being placed in a group of what would equal sixth years, girls a year under her. She was the only Hogwarts student in her housing, and since all the people from France were boys, she would be the only foreigner.

"House seven, house seven," she muttered under her breath, trying to look carefully at the small, nearly illegible signs on the lawns, eventually spotting it and levitating her trunk up the porch, and knocking a small tune on the door. An Asian girl with short, choppy black hair poked her head outside the door.

"Ooh, look Amy! We got ourselves a good one!" she cat called up the stairway, and several footsteps descended down.

"Tian, how many times have I told you not to yell up the stairs, I can't understand a thing you say!" the girl named Amy tiredly said, then spotting Sarah on the porch. Sarah gave a small wave, and flashed a smile. "Oh, hello!"

"Sorry about Tian, she's just the weird Asian kid."

"Hey!" Tian yelped, then Amy rested her elbow on the shorter girl's head. Amy had neat, shoulder length light brown hair that was drawn back into a small ponytail, and a slender, pretty face that was accented with glittery eyeshadow above her light brown eyes. Tian, on the other hand, had braces, and from the way she was blinking uncomfortably she was wearing contacts!

"Hey, Krista, come look at the newbie!" Amy yelled into the room off from the entrance hall, to be answered by a faint moan of "later..."

Amy looked back to Sarah, Tian had run off into the other room to convince the other girl Krista to come out. "Hi, my name's Amy Yaldesin. And you are Sarah Turner, the witch from Hogwarts! We're lucky you're the only one in our dorm, we don't have an extra room, so you'll have to share with Tian. I'm sure Krista can conjure a bed for you, she can conjure just about anything!"

Sarah faintly nodded, and entered the room uneasily dragging her trunk behind her. She towered over Amy, who was very petite. She felt extremely out of place beside the girl who was decked out in a bright pink sweatshirt and whitewashed mini-jean skirt.

Tian had finally returned. "She's coming!" she happily chirped. "Do you like sushi?"

"Uh...sure?" Sarah responded. "I never had any before, though I did eat a sunfish on a dare once when I was eight."

"Ohhh, cool!" Tian gushed, jumping up and down a bit, when a strinkingly beautiful Australian girl strode out into the hallway, looking Sarah up an down. Krista had wavy, deep red hair that fell just below her shoulders, and bangs that fell gorgeously into her eyes that were nearly black. She had long eyelashes, and a full, arched mouth that was the same natural color as her hair. She stood a bit shorter than Sarah did, and had the shape and legs most girls would die for. Krista yawned, and said:

"Welcome to Dorm Seven, newb."

"Wow, I feel welcome already!" Sarah sarcastically muttered to Tian on the way up the stairs, listening to the sixteen year old's chained pants clink as she climbed up.

"You'll get used to Kris, she just doesn't really know how to act around people. She is a good person, almost everybody here is. It just might take a while to...warm up to her, ya know?" Tian turned around and asked, looking Sarah right in the eyes. She thoughtfully nodded, thinking of how it took a while for the Huffelpuffs at Hogwarts to warm up to her, first they were downright hostile, then ignoring, then accepting, then friendly. Sarah doubted that Kris would get past the "ignore" stage, even though they had just met.

She entered Tian's room, which had a currently unoccupied bed resting in the corner. There were anime posters everywhere, along with original artwork plastered on a bulliten board. The walls were a bright yellow, and clothing was messily scattered all over the place. Books were heaped around a bean bag where Sarah guessed Tian did her homework, and a huge stack of music rested next to a wizard record player. Sarah scanned the titles, observing they had the same taste in music, which was always good.

"It isn't much, but I call it home!" Tian announced, flopping down on her bed. "The bathroom is the door with the mirror hanging off it, and the closet is the other one. I cleared out half of it, you can hang your stuff up if you want."

"Thanks!" Sarah happily proclaimed, and begun to hang up her odd assortment of clothing articles. Her wardrobe ranged from full skirts and corsets to ripped jeans and pajamas, which Sarah changed into comfy flanel pants and a green tank top before curling up on the bed.

"Aren't they announcing something now?" Sarah asked, still a bit foggy on the order of events in the tournament.

"They're explaining the whole Goblet thing tomorrow morning, after breakfast." Tian replied in her odd way of talking, sort of a half drawl and goofy smile. "We should probably get a good night's sleep, tomorrow's sure to be exciting!" the roomate turned off the lights and crawled into the bed opposite Sarah's.

"Are you entering your name? In the goblet?" Sarah anxiously asked, still unsure of what to do. It was dangerous, sure, but a thousand Galleons prize money? Wow...and the whole eternal glory thing didn't sound so bad either.

"No..." Tian softly answered, yawning. "It's just not logical. I wouldn't get picked, and I'm not of age anyways. It'd be too dangerous, so I woudn't, even if I could. You do know that once you're a champion, there's no turning back?"

"Yeah, I know...I think I'll still enter though. I won't win...and I just want to be able to say I did it. Just for the hell of it." Sarah said, smiling at the last part. Tian snorted, then they bid each other good night before rolling over and going to sleep.