Chapter 3
John Smith.
The bastard in khakis.
Just as Kylin was about to try out her perm idea, and Rebecca was wondering how long it would take to train her cats to sniff out Lord Voldemort, the party was interrupted, by none other than John Smith.
He was the Director of Magical Schools across America, and the fattest man in that branch of magical education. To put it bluntly, he has a head that could serve as a bowling ball, hands that weighed more than any two of the girls. He also had a backside that would feed the orphans in Africa for an entire winter and a bald spot that could attract a plane, if the sun hit it just right.
Every form of movement stopped, and anger was reflected in everyone's eyes. Emma folded her arms, and raised one eyebrow. Walker clenched his fist and began swearing at Rebecca's overly skittish cat, who mewed in alarm and ran to hide under the sofa. Natalya bent her knee just slightly, and everyone could tell she was secretly wishing to stick her whole leg up...there. But, the thing was, she'd probably never see it again.
Kylin's eyes flashed a dangerous shade of green, and Rebecca barred her teeth, showing every turquoise band and every silver wire in her mouth. John Smith was not a nice guy.
"It has come to my attention," he said in a high pitched voice and pompous manner, "That you girls—"
"HEY!" Walker said indignantly, "Big guy! Suck my—"
"WALKER!"
"It has come to my attention," Smith repeated again, "That you...students left school without permission, and refused to report your departure to the proper administrative boards."
Kylin and Natalya scoffed disbelievingly, and Emma said, "Wonder why that was."
"You are already in very deep trouble, as it is. Don't make this worse than it has to be, young lady," Smith said in a very aggrieved tone.
"Now, as you have broken three laws," he started, but was cut off by a cry.
"What was the third law?!" Natalya demanded, crossing her arms and bending her other knee as well.
Smith looked affronted, "But my dear child, do not you know? Improper use of the Apparition Point."
"Oh, yes," Rebecca said sarcastically, "Death Eaters were storming our school. What were we thinking? We'll know better next time."
"As it was you who did the Apparating, I would hold my tongue if I were you," John Smith said, presenting five pairs of handcuffs from an inside pocket of his cloak, "You five are under arrest! Now, please come with me."
Just as the five teens were lead away, the front door swung open, and Katherine walked back into the house. She eyed them, and John Smith for a split second, then acted.
"Oh my God," she cried, melodramatically, "What are these... truants, doing in my house?!"
"Thanks, sis," Rebecca muttered as they passed.
"Shut up, I'm feeding your cat," she replied, "Oh, by the way...I'm telling."
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"Let the plaintiffs be brought forth," the tall judge in magenta robes demanded. With that signal, Natalya, Emma, Kylin, Rebecca and Walker were lead into the room by five, burly M.L.E's, or Magical Law Enforcers, and placed into five, straight backed, wooden chairs with trembling chains.
"Please identify yourselves for the court," the judge barked at them.
"Rebecca Ann."
"Walker Owen."
"Kylin Eva."
"Emma Rose."
"Natalya Lee."
"Are you aware of the crimes that you are being pressed with?" the judge asked, "Improper use of evacuation devices. Leaving school property with out permission, and failure to inform proper authorities of said departure."
The five of them nodded their heads.
"And as you admit to having done said crimes, your punishment shall be—"
"Serving a full term at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," a calm voice said behind them, "Longer if their own school is not...let's say, up and running at the end of said term."
All five students turned to see a kindly old man, with a long, silvery white beard that reached past his belt. He was wearing star spangled robes of a deep, midnight blue and a matching hat. Kylin, Rebecca, Emma, Natalya and Walker knew who this man was without a doubt. Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts.
Together, they turned and faced the jury.
"Please send us to Azkaban. Please!" Five voices cried in unison, sounding more eerie than they actually were due to the echo that reverberated in the stone chamber.
Dumbledore chuckled.
"See you very soon, Ms. Lee, Ms. Eva, Ms. Ann, Ms. Rose, Ms. Owen."
"HEY," Walker cried, outraged, "Old guy, suck my—"
"WALKER!"