Disclaimer: I think you know the drill by now, lol. And if you liked Chester, then you may be seeing more of him.
A/n: Sorry about the lack of marauders, they shall be entered in either the next one, or maybe this one. Robyn's still gotta explain everything to her friends…
Chapter 5, Goobye is not foreverRobyn helped Chester carry her school belongings to her bedroom, where they deposited them in the corner so they were out of the way. Of course, Robyn still kept her wand in her pocket. She would never leave it out of her sight.
"So. What am I going to tell my friends? And my school?" Robyn asked, as she bounced down the stairs and back into the front room where Chester sat talking with her mother.
Chester looked up and answered, "You tell them you're going to a new school, a boarding school. And it's a great opportunity that you have to take because it will further the chances of you getting a good job."
"Riiiight," Robyn said, trying to remember what she had to say. "And if they want to contact me?"
"They have to give any letters to your mother, or your brother, so they can send them onto you, same with gifts and so on," Chester stated.
"What if they think that it's a bit strange and ask me where I'm actually going too?" Robyn asked, she needed all the information she needed. It was going to be tricky lying to her friends, but this was something she had to do.
"Tell then it's a private school, and even you don't know the address," Chester said coolly, as if there would be no problem at all convincing her friends.
But he was wrong.
Robyn knew that most of her friends knew of Harry Potter, and the whole Hogwarts ideal, but only a couple really liked it, just as she did. And if she said something like this, they would start to get really suspicious. And if they found out…
She dared not think about it. She wanted this desperately and just hoped her friends would be gullible enough to believe her story.
Well, she could find the answer to that out on Monday.
But for now, she would get on with her life. Maybe even try out a few spells. Wonder whether Andrew would let me try out some hexes on him, she thought, a manic grin spreading across her face.
"Well, I better be off now. You know, places to go, people to see. Work to get on with," At this Chester pulled and face. "Oh, and here are your papers telling you that you can perform magic in this house, and this house only." He reached into his robes and pulled out a wound scroll of parchment, tied neatly with a red ribbon. "Good day to you." And with that, he disappeared with a crack.
Dissaparation. Robyn knew it immediately; he had only come by floo because they had to go by floo to gather her school equipment.
Robyn smiled to herself and produced her wand from her pocket. She began twiddling it in-between her fingers, her brothers eyes following the wands every movement.
"I…is…is that yo…your…"
"Wand. Yup, sure is," Robyn finished her brother's sentence. Frankly, all his gawping was getting on her nerves. "And if you don't stop gawping, I'll hex your brains out." Aha! I have a new threat, she thought evilly to herself.
"You wouldn't dare!" Andrew challenged his sister, but there was an unmistakeable glint of fear in his eyes as he backed away.
"You wanna…" But her own sentence was cut short by her glaring mother.
"Robyn! On no circumstances are you to perform any sort of spell on your brother or myself without our permission. Got that!" Her mother sneered; she seemed to tower over Robyn, even though Robyn was a good head taller than her.
"Yes mum," Robyn cowered, backing away from her angry mother carefully. Even with magic, Robyn was still afraid to try her patience.
"Good," Her mother replied, her expression softened. "Oh, and by the way, I'm not cleaning out your owl. You're going to have to do that yourself."
Andrew snorted, trying to suppress his sudden fit of giggling. Robyn just growled at him and waved her wand dangerously in front of his face, it did the job nicely, he shut up instantly.
Mrs Young just rolled her eyes, but a smiled covered her face. Her knowledge of the world of magic barely reached that of her daughter, but she knew enough to get along with.
"How was your day anyway, gorgeous?" Mrs Young asked Robyn as they made their way through to the living room.
"Brilliant. Diagon alley is hardly given justice by the films, or the books," Her enthusiasm from that day's excursion had still not worn away.
"Tell us about it then!" Her mother laughed, sitting down on a comfy chair, as did Robyn before she began her long-winded description of what she saw of the magical world.
Over the next few days Robyn did not do much, but her magical ability had grown in vast proportion. At huge lengths of time she could be found poring over the spell books that were in her room, or at other times, she could be found practising them on a willing brother.
She had received no other letters from the marauders, but wasn't particularly worried as she would be seeing them when she started Hogwarts the next school year, but she still wanted to keep in touch.
But one thing was always on her mind, whenever she practised her magic skills. It was about the up-coming Monday, when she would have to tell her friends about leaving school and going to a different one, a boarding school. She ran through what she would say to them over and over again. Trying to get it word perfect, even though she knew it was most likely not go to plan.
As the days ticked on by, her nervousness grew, and when Monday finally arrived she thought she was going to throw up. Her mother just said it was guilt, and she would get over it. Robyn soaked up these words, and it seemed to make her feel a bit better.
She dressed in silence, ate in silence and walked down her road to meet her friends in silence. All the way, she was contemplating on how they would react. They were all really close, her friends and Robyn. They stuck together through everything, always laughing and joking around. The same seven people for the three years she had been at her high school, and they had grown incredibly close. They were almost like sisters.
Of course, there were boys. Some of her mates were boys, but none close enough like her best mates.
Her group of giggling girls.
She would miss them ever so much. The fun they had, the cheek they had given the teachers, the pranks they had pulled on one another.
She didn't notice that she had met all her friends, even started walking up the hill that lead to school, and all this without even a hello. She had completely ignored them, and she hadn't noticed. Not until they had started calling her name rather loudly in her ear.
"Robyn? ROBYN!" Yelled one of the girls, who had dirty blonde hair and was rather tall, taller than Robyn at any rate.
"Are you ok Robyn?" Asked another, who had black hair and a concerned look in her eyes.
"What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine," Robyn lied. She forced a smile that wouldn't even fool a slug.
"Liar. We've known you long enough to tell when something's got you down," another dirty blonde haired girl asked.
"I don't want to talk about it here," Robyn sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I'll tell you all at lunchtime and no sooner."
This seemed to silence her friends from asking anymore-unwanted questions, but they still gave her quizzical looks and raised eyebrows. However, their eyes were always filled with concern, and Robyn loved them for it. She told her friends things she wouldn't even tell her own mother. She trusted them with her life.
The lessons before lunch finished so quickly that Robyn didn't even realise it was lunch until her friend stopped her from going to her next class and told her. Sighing heavily, she continued on walking towards where she usually ate lunch with her closest friends.
She found them all there, sitting almost silently, waiting for her. Robyn knew it was coming, but she wish it didn't. They looked at her as she sat down.
"So…" One of them spoke.
Robyn sighed. "I…well…" All the words she had rehearsed had just been thrown out the window. She had forgotten everything she was going to say except for the key point; she was leaving. Shaking her head, she closed her eyes momentarily to gather her thoughts.
"I'm leaving," Robyn said, her eyes still closed.
"Leaving where?" asked another.
"Here, this school. Everything," Robyn replied sadly, opening her eyes finally, not meeting the gazes of her friends.
"But, this has got to be some joke! I mean, you can't be leaving…it's…it's…" rambled her friend with the black hair.
"Unfair. I know. But I've been given a great opportunity. Something that doesn't happen every day. If I don't take it, then I know I'll regret it," Robyn sighed; she didn't feel hungry anymore and chucked her lunch in the nearest bin.
"But, you'll be leaving us, you can't leave us," pleaded another girl with black hair.
"That's the only thing I'll regret by taking this. I'll miss you guys," Robyn said, she could feel the hot sting of tears at the corner of her eyes.
"There's nothing we can say that can change your mind?" asked another hopefully.
"Nothing," Robyn stated, dismissing any sign of hope that the girls had of making her stay.
"But…oh…your so stubborn!" joked another friend, earning her a soft choked laugh from Robyn.
"Where are you going to then?"
"Boarding school. Don't ask me where it is, because I don't have a clue. I don't even know the address," Robyn said, wiping tears furiously from her eyes.
"How will we write to you then?" Robyn looked at her friends for the first time, she noticed that some of them had the tell tell signs of someone who is about to cry.
"Pass your letters onto my mother or my brother. They will get them to me somehow," Robyn felt a lump gather in her throat. The guilt was rising fast; she hated lying to them.
"I, well, it seems so unreal. This is so unfair," a black haired girl said, Robyn silently agreed with her.
"But it's a great opportunity. I've got to take it! You understand…" Robyn looked from one face to another, all the way round her circle of friends. "…Don't you."
"Of course we do, it's just…"
"We'll miss you."
Robyn walked home by herself that night after school; she didn't quite feel like facing the solemn faces of her friends again. She would talk to them the next day, she just hoped they wouldn't bring the subject of her leaving into conversation.
Dwelling on her thoughts, she silently padded down the streets leading to her home. Maybe a bit of magic will help cheer me up, she thought quickening her pace. The only place she did not bring her wand was too school, too dangerous.
Her hand rummaged through her pockets as she walked, half jogged, up to her front door. Pulling out a set of keys, she jumped the steps and stuck the key into the lock, twisting it with more force than necessary and nearly snapping her key. She bounded through the door and slammed it behind her, before running up the stairs to her bedroom where she flopped down onto her beanbag and produced her wand and a spell book from a chest of drawers next to it.
Not everybody's idea of relaxing, reading, but it calmed her, because she was concentrating on other things but her own worries. Too often had it come to pass these days that she would accidentally smash something through not concentrating and brewing on thoughts that did not relate to her current spell. Although these resulted in her mother shouting at her, the accidents did not cease, in fact, they became more frequent as the days went on. Robyn soon silently began begging for her current school year to end, but that just made the already long days drag on for even longer.
Fortunately for her, she did not have to wait more than a couple of months for school to end, and her goodbyes to her friends resulted in tears and promises of keeping in touch. She came home very depressed.
The holidays came, and with it, came boredom. She frequently went out with her friends, but this just ended in more tears, and Robyn just getting more depressed. She decided after that to lay low, and try to make up excuses so she could weasel out of it. Now she spent her time learning new spells, perfecting some, and even having a go at some of the more complex ones.
She had received another letter from the marauders a few days prior to the beginning of the summer holidays;
'Hullo Robyn,
Oh, and that's so much better to how I started mine, right Prongs!
Shut up Moony.
Only getting you back, going away now.
Good. Jeez, what does a guy have to do to get some…PRONGSEY! Just the intellectually challenged guy I was looking for. Well, I wasn't actually looking for anyone, I was just wandering around, minding my own business, when…
Padfoot. Shut up.
Why?
Coz I said so.
Why?
Coz I said so.
Why?
GO AWAY! Can't you see I am trying to write a letter to our dear friend Robyn!
Oh…so that's what you're doing.
Yes, that is what I was trying to do until you interrupted me.
Oh, shame.
Has anyone ever told you how annoying you are?Frequently Jamie-poo, frequently.
On that note, you can go. Now, on with the letter! Da da da dummmm! Everything down this end is fine, as you can see, Sirius is still being a complete arse!
A very handsome, charming, witty, caring, funny, brave, kicking-Slytherin-butt, cheerful…
You forgot, arrogant, bigheaded, pompous, annoying, suck-up…
OK, ok. I get the picture. I'm going.
Aha! The almighty Sir James does triumph again over the evil Count Sirius. Now, as I was saying, Sirius is still an arse, Remus is still Remus (not much more I can say really), Peter's still quiet, and I'm still ME! The wonderful, fantastic, glorious, handsome, clever, witty, charming, glorious Quidditch master; James Potter.
And you thought I was over exaggerating!
Hmpf. I thought you had gone! As I was saying, things are going fine down this end of the toothpaste tube…
Toothpaste tube?
Yes, toothpaste tube Remus. What's so wrong with toothpaste tube? It sounded good at the time. Ok, now you go away! That's gratitude for you. And after all I've done for them. Oh, you wanted to know details on what we've done to get into trouble while we were at school, since we're not now are we? Now, we're at my house for the summer. Well, me, Remus and Sirius are. Peter couldn't make it. Well, Hehehe. Its actually rather amusing, ok, its absolutely hilarious. We get itching powder, several tubs of ever blowing bubble gum and a few bottles of bubota pus. At school there are several guys we completely and utterly loathe, so, what do we do? We stick itching powder in their clothes, fill all their taps and showers with ever blowing bubble gum and then cover their bed sheets in bubota pus. It was hilarious the next morning. They all come in, covered in bubble gum, itching and also totally unrecognisable by the boils that had sprouted over their bodies. We got a month of detentions, but it was worth it…
I'm taking over writing, since Jamie-kins has gone into a sudden fit of giggles. Lucky you eh? HA HA HA HA! Like James was saying, yes, it was utterly hilarious. Anyway, hope you've been keeping well, we know we have. Got to be off, maybe I can poor some ice down James' back. Might stop him from giggling.
See ya soon.
Sirius, James, Remus and Peter (if he were here.)'
This letter had cheered Robyn up considerably, and she found casting spells at lot easier. She had also begun plans for the upcoming year at Hogwarts. Since the marauders were to become Animagus', Robyn decided she would to. Only unknown to them as well as to everybody else.
August seemed to slow down after Robyn had cheered up. She was so willing for it to be September; she thought it would never come. But, to her utter delight, it did.
Robyn awoke on the second of September full of beans. She hadn't been this excited, since, well, never! She got dressed and packed all of her needed belongings into her trunk all before 8:00am. Record time for someone who, on most days, did not get up until gone mid-day.
Taking the stairs two at a time, she bounded her way through the house like a fairy elephant. It did not best please her mother who was still trying to get some sleep until Robyn had crashed about downstairs.
Robyn rolled her eyes as her mother left the living room, and she slouched onto the sofa, her fingers tapping on the arm of the sofa impatiently. 8:30am, still at least two hours before the ministry official came to take her by floo powder (not something she was looking forward to) to Hogwarts. She sighed and decided to get herself some breakfast.
Staring at the clock, she ate her quickly made breakfast in silence. In doing this, it seemed to make the minutes go even slower than she thought possible. Growling angrily, she shoved the last of her toast into her mouth and got up to wander aimlessly throughout the house.
After five minutes of annoying her mother, she gave up her wandering and decided to brush up on her Hogwarts knowledge. Running upstairs, she pulled out all of her Harry Potter books, and looked up everything she would need to know, memorising the facts; where the Room of Requirement was, where the secret passages were and where the kitchen was.
Looking up all these facts seemed to take longer than she had first expected, and, by the time she had packed everything away, there was a loud crash in the front room. Robyn leapt up, not out of shock, but out of excitement. The ministry official had arrived to take her to Hogwarts.
A/N: Hope you liked it, and I did manage to fit a part with the marauders. Promise more marauders in next chapter. Please R + R! (It gets better as the story continues, honest! Don't give up on me yet!) Oh, and my other fanfic has been rather neglected of late, and i wish to do more wor on it, so sorry if the enxt chapter takes a bit longer than usual, bear with me!
Siri's gurl: Hehe, glad you liked it. And yeah, more marauders coming! Promise! Oh, and I've finished HBP! I CRIED! Its not fair!
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