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A/N I really didn't think that people would like this idea that much but I've had four reviews! (That's a lot to me!) telling me to carry on and that it was good so I've written this chapter. I started it last night and finished it today and I hope you like it. Once again please review as I am at the young age of 13 and would welcome any tips and ideas. Thankyou xx
"Professor, that is my plan," Monique grinned. She was quite proud of her idea.
"So Miss Illyria you want me to pretend that you have gone to visit your long lost twin in Thailand whilst you actually stay here and pretend to be a boy so you can get onto the Quidditch team?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes Professor," Monique smiled.
"Wouldn't it be easier for me to tell the team to let you on it?" Dumbledore said.
"Maybe but it wouldn't change what they thought. They'd just let me on because you said so," Monique replied. Dumbledore seemed to like her way of thinking.
"Well I give you permission," Dumbledore smiled. He took out a piece of parchment and scribbled something on it. Not that Dumbledore ever scribbled he just wrote his thing, swirling writing very fast.
"Go to Professor Slughorn, he is in the Potions dungeon and give him this note. Make sure no one sees you," Dumbledore said. Monique smiled and took the parchment. "And Miss Illyria."
"Yes Professor?" Monique turned back.
"Good luck," Dumbledore smiled. Monique grinned and skipped down the stairs. She skulked through the corridors seemingly unseen. But unbeknown to her someone else was skulking in the shadows, watching her every move.
"Professor Dumbledore wants me to make a Potion to change your appearance to make you more like a boy?" Slughorn said.
"Yes," Monique said.
"Are you looking for a sex change Miss Illyria?" Slughorn asked.
"No!" Monique replied. "I want to get onto the Gryffindor Quidditch team but because I'm a girl they think that I'm not good enough."
"There is a girl on the Slytherin team," Slughorn muttered.
"That's probably why they think girls can't play Quidditch," Monique replied. "When will this Potion be ready?"
"In fifteen minutes or so," Slughorn replied. "Have you thought about what your name will be when you're appearing to be a male? Or how you will act?"
"Professor I have three older brothers, I'm sure I can handle it. As for names, I'll be Malcolm Cornwall, Monique's cousin. Monique is away meeting her long lost twin in Thailand and I have coincidentally chosen to start at Hogwarts but late because I've had the chicken pox," Monique replied, smiling because she had it all worked out.
"I see," Slughorn said. Monique rolled her eyes.
"The potion is ready," Slughorn poured it into a flask and gave it to Monique. "You will have to drink this once a day just before you sleep for as long as you want to look like a boy."
"Ok," Monique said. She took a sip tentatively. It tasted ok, but not something she'd want to be drinking in different circumstances.
"You'll need to drink more than that," Slughorn said. Monique took two more large gulps. "Good, you'll need to take that kind of amount every day. And you still have to take that tonight."
"Do you have a mirror?" Monique asked. She jumped, started at the plummet her voice had taken. It was deep and, dare she call it, manly?
"Oh God!" she whispered to herself. Her hair was cropped, and stuck up in little tufts over her head. It had these stupid light brown streaks in it that looked so out of place with the rest of the dark black. Her eyes were less round but still the same dark brown. Her face was more angular, chiseled cheekbones were in place and she had thick brows. She could barely recognize herself. Or himself. She didn't know, this was strange.
"Well hello Malcolm," Slughorn smirked.
"Erm, hello Professor," Monique said in her gruff voice. "Why have I got brown streaks in my hair? Do you know how cheap it looks?"
"Don't fuss over your hair, you sound like a girl," Slughorn said.
"Yeah, because you'd know all about manliness," Monique said.
"You don't want to sound a bitchy teenage girl do you?" Slughorn said. "Now I'll get rid of the streaks." Slughorn got out his wand muttering something about trying to keep in with the trend.
Dumbledore met her coming out of the dungeons with her new trunk which had all her old things in a secret compartment and her new 'boy' clothes.
"Sir, how did you know it was me?" Monique asked.
"Well Malcolm, I have my ways," Dumbledore smiled.
"Thanks sir," Monique grinned.
"Well here's a map of the school. I hope you settle in well," Dumbledore handed over a simple map of the school. Monique thanked him and went off to the Gryffindor Common Room. She had to keep reminding herself to glance at the map every now and again. When she got there people stared as she made her way to the boys' dorms.
The smell was the first thing she noticed. It hit her as hard a dung bomb. It smelled like cheap designer-imitation aftershave mingled with smelly sock and BO with a lingering scent of congealed food. Then a whole charge of fifth years barged past her without a single 'excuse me'. Scowling, she entered the seventh year dormitory. She soon found where all the smells were coming from. Mouldy, half-eaten food was strewn across the floor, boxers and dirty Quidditch robes were scrunched up in corners, and peering into the shared bathroom and shower room she saw open bottles of cheap aftershave. It was disgusting. Monique was just glad her bed was clean, for the moment.
"Who are you?" she turned round to see Sirius Black stood in the doorway. Monique had to hold back from rolling my eyes.
"Uh, Malcolm Cornwall," Monique said gruffly, holding out her hand for Sirius to shake.
"Are you new?" Sirius asked.
"Looks like it," Monique said. "What's your name?"
"Sirius Black," Sirius replied. "When did you come here?"
"This morning, Dumbledore's been explaining everything," Monique replied. "I'm Monique Illyria's cousin. Do you know her?"
"Yeah. I mean I've seen her around but I only actually found her name out this morning when she got into an argument with James," Sirius replied. "I haven't seen her for a while actually."
"Oh, Dumbledore told me she's gone to Thailand," Monique said airily.
"Why?" Sirius asked.
"To see her long lost twin sister," Monique replied, as if it were as normal as pumpkin juice.
"Ah, ok then. At least she won't be trying to get onto the Quidditch team. Honestly that girl seriously over estimates herself," Sirius sighed. Monique clenched her fists ready to start throwing things again. She restrained herself and opened her trunk. She began throwing her new boy robes and jeans onto the bed with a considerable amount of force.
"Do you play Quidditch," Monique asked through gritted teeth. Sirius couldn't see the expression of pure anger on Monique's face as she wasn't facing him or he may have run away screaming.
"Yeah, beater. You?" Sirius replied.
"Beater," Monique replied.
"You should try out for the team, we're looking for another beater," Sirius said.
"Cool, when are try-outs?" Monique asked, her anger fading and excitement rising. She was pulling this off!
"This Saturday, Quidditch pitch at eleven 'o clock'," Sirius said.
"Sweet," Monique grinned.
"I've gotta go, but I'll see you around dude," Sirius grinned and left. Monique grinned to herself and started jumping up and down, squealing with glee.
"Hurray! Hurray! Hurray! For me! I'm gonna be a beater! I'm gonna be a beater! Nanananana! Hehe! Haha! Hoho! Hoohaa! YAAAAY! Woo hoo!" Monique jumped around on her very bouncy bed, not noticing the stink and dirtiness of the dorm. She stopped and saw Peter Pettigrew standing in the doorway looking petrified. Monique froze. She jumped of the bed and went up to him. She was taller than him by at least a foot.
"Hi, I'm Malcolm Cornwall," she grinned. Peter squeaked and scuttled off. Monique shrugged and proceeded to do a celebratory dance.