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PHE: hugging Jack, Johnny, Edward, and Mortimer He….well, they're….all mine, except for Shooter. (If you've seen Secret Window, you'll understand)

Paris: What about me?

PHE: O' course I'd love to, especially when you're wearing that dark blue vest/robe thing.

Paris:…

PHE: But my parent's won't let me see TROY all because of Brad Pitt…or, mostly because of him.

Orlando: But they let you see Secret Window?

PHE: YES! runs away crying

Orlando: Pippin doesn't own anything, least of all her sanity.

Prologue: England

Ginny White stared at the wide, open fields that surrounded her quiet English village of Haddon. It was quite the peaceful village, really. Population of about 45 people total, and about 5 dogs that roamed the village, this was the place that this girl had lived all of her life.

Erm, well, girl would not be the entirely proper word if you wanted to describe this young woman.

At 15 years old, Ginny was a tall, blonde haired American girl with blue eyes, and she was a witch.

But witchcraft and wizardry wasn't on her mind at the moment. She was currently waiting for her ride, who, according to her watch, was supposed to of been here five minutes ago.

"Someone tell me why they're always late!!!!" she cried out loud. Then an idea popped into her head. "Please tell me they're not trying to enter that contest on Radio One." she said, shaking her head.

Her friends, Beau and Jon, were supposed to be picking her up so they could go to Tesco and do some shopping, but they were running late, as always.

Finally, Ginny saw the silver car cruising up the one lane road towards her, and she let out a sigh.

"Took you long enough!" she said as she crawled into the back seat. Beau shrugged as he turned the car around and Jon laughed. "Yor ahlways worried 'bout time, aren't ya?" he said in his thick English accent. It had taken Ginny quite a long time to understand what he was saying, and she still had trouble now, which the boys always found quite amusing.

"Yes, I am," she shot back as they sped out of the village and towards Yaxley, which was where the Tesco was. "One of us has to be, since you two are always wasting it."

Beau grinned. "Ah, but you still luv us." he pointed out. His accent wasn't as thick as Jon's, but it was still sometimes hard for the witch to understand him.

"Not like I'd ever have a choice." she argued, crossing her arms.

"Aw, weh're not that bad, mate!" Jon said.

"Oh, yes you are." Ginny said. "Wasting your time on pointless radio contests…"

"Oh my God!" Beau shouted as he turned the car past the Holiday Inn. "Jon, turn it on! Coxy's on Radio One! "

Jon obliged, and suddenly the voice of the female d.j. was blaring through the speakers. Ginny shook her head. "Oh, please…"

"'Become who you were born to be…'" Elrond's voice blared, advertising something. Then a cool, female voice came on. "Enter Radio One's 'Return of the King' contest."

"You 'eard the laday." Sarah Cox said as the music ("Many Meetings") died down. "Call in and answer our questions and get the chance to win a set of tickets to the Return of the King premier in New Zealand!" She then gave out the number of the hotline, and set on to explaining the rules of the game.

But Ginny knew these by heart, since Beau and Jon were constantly talking about this.

"Jon! Get out your moby!" Beau insisted. "Call in! I betcha we could win this!" Ginny rolled her eyes as Jon followed directions and dialed the number.

"Now we have a contestant on the line, and in a minute, we'll be talking to them, right after Newsbeat." Coxy informed the car, and Jon screamed.

"What!" Beau and Ginny cried. But Jon grinned. "I'm on the line!" he said, waving his free hand. "I'm the contestant!"

Beau grinned. "Now do you believe these contests to be a waste of time?" he asked Ginny. The witch nodded. "It's just luck."

He shook his head. "You're one to talk about luck, witch." but Jon shushed them before they could continue their bickering.

"And now to our contest for Return of the King!" Sarah Cox said. "How are you, Jon?"

"Fine." Jon replied, and they heard his voice on the radio, too. "'Ow about you?"

"I'm good, thank you." Coxy said. "Are you ready to play?"

"Yeah."

"Good. You just have to get nine out of ten right to beat the other scores and snag the four tickets to the Premier trip. Understand?"

Jon nodded. "Of course."

"Alrigh' then, here we go." the sound of a clock ticking came onto the speakers. "Out of all of Frodo's companions, who stayed with him to the end?"

"Sam. Samwise Gamgee." Jon said without hesitation.

"Where is the Mountain of Fire located?"

"Mordor."

"If Merry is a hobbit, Gimli is a dwarf, Legolas is a-?"

"An Elf."

"Name the nine companions."

"Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Gandalf, and Boromir."

"'Oo is the Lord of Rivendell?"

"Lord Elrond."

"To whom does the Evenstar necklace originally belong to?"

"Arwen Undomiel."

Beau grinned as his friend continued to answer all of the questions correctly, until they finally came to the last question.

"Alrigh', Jon." Coxy said. "You've gotten all of your answers correct so far. Let's hope you can get this final toughie. Who was Sauron's master?"

"Oh, that's easy!" Jon said happily. "Melkor, or, more commonly known as Morgoth."

Silence.

"Well, Jon." Coxy said slowly. "It looks like you won you and your friends a trip to New Zealand for a week, staying in a five star hotel, and tickets to the premier of 'Return of the King'!"

"All righ'!" Beau cried as he turned off of the traffic circle and into the parking lot of Serpentine Green. "You did it."

Ginny grinned, and against all of what she believed, she leaned over and gave the man a kiss on the cheek. "Way to go, Jon!"

A/N: well, I will tell all of my dear wonderful reviewers, I actually never thought that this story would do so well. But if you all love it so much, I guess I can try to keep writing more. I love you all! hands out random jack hats. I guess watching PotC while I write is a good muse.

SECRET WINDOW ROCKS!!! Well, it was really freaky, and I will admit there were a few times that I did freak out and grab Jamies's hand (and hid behind it). (But it wasn't scary….just….freaky.) And because of that, and the fact that we were holding hands at the dance afterwards, my friends have pressured me into asking him out. Hmmm, I am terrified. Wish me luck!

Well, hope you enjoy this longer chapter! Drink up me hearties, Yo Ho! Yup, I love this movie!