A/N: Another snow day! Whoo! Anyway, I want to apologize before hand, because this chapter is short, maybe even shorter than the first one, so I'm sorry. My dad wants to spend some "quality time" with me and watch Bret Hart's biography, so I don't have a lot of time; also I would like to thank all of those who have clicked on this story, whether they have reviewed, or whatnot, because it makes my heart swell with happiness! 3
Disclaimer: I forgot to do this earlier in the story (oops!), I own nothing but Kristin!
The next morning, when I arrived at school, I was wearing a gray and pink shirt, dark jeans and tennis shoes—my dad had raided my shoe rack to find places to put his own shoes, so I had no idea where he had put mine—along with my moon necklace, swirl ring, purple ring, and my grandmother's ring. Unfortunately, my watch stopped last night at 11:11, so I had to stuff my grandfather's pocket watch into, well, my pocket.
In the purple bag on my shoulder, I had all of my photo albums (all eight of them!) to show my friends at lunch, my glasses cleaner, my silver iPod, headphones, and Pikachu and Charmander figurines (1). As soon as I arrived in the main hallway, I knew something was wrong: the breakfast in the cafeteria actually smelled edible, nobody was standing in the middle of the hallway acting like idiots, and Miss Slake's room was open. Being the snoopy person I am, I quietly walked through the door into the classroom and looked around.
It smelled of burnt cookies (darn those Food's students!) and the air seemed more thick than usual, like I couldn't breathe. I turned to the front of the classroom, where I saw Fred and Luna looking at something on the podium.
"What're you two looking at?" They both jumped and tried to block what they were observing.
"Oh, nothing, just a doodle someone drew," Fred said. "Did you do something with your hair? It looks fantabulous." I laughed as Luna rolled her eyes.
"There's something about me that neither of you know about me, I'm kind of the most curious person on the planet, so if you don't show me what you're looking at, I might just have to force you to." As they both looked at each other in confusion, I took that as my opportunity to dive past them and grab the object.
"No!" They both yelled, grabbing the object at the same time I did. All of a sudden, I felt a sensation, similar to being stabbed with a hook, behind my naval and I couldn't help but gasp. The metaphorical "hook" then felt like it was being pulled and about a minute later, I landed on hard surface, with my bag falling beside me; the object rolled out of my hand. Groaning, I sat up and looked around for Fred and Luna, they were also on the ground, making pained noises. Slowly, I stood up and, after helping up my two newest friends, finally noticed my surroundings.
There were four long tables stretched out in the large room and several people—children and teens—were all seated at these tables, all wearing similar robes. Thinking I might be where I every Harry Potter fan wishes to be, I raised my hands up to my face and rubbed my eyes, which caused almost every single person in to raise stick-like objects in my direction, as if to protect themselves. I could see Fred and Luna try to talk to them, but time seemed to slow and my hearing became nonexistent as I turned to the front of the room, but instead I accidentally bumped into a man who had been standing behind me the whole time.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sir," I said. He was an older man, with a long white beard, crescent spectacles, a blue hat, and eyes quite similar to my own. I was standing in the, the Great Hall in front of Albus Dumbledore. I was in the Harry Potter world. I started to feel light headed and I fainted right then and there in front almost all the people I've always wanted to meet.