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CHAPTER 8
When Dewey Met Doon
1974 (summer break in America)
Dewey Potter stood in front of a full length mirror, head tilted to the side. The flowing, flower patterned skirt honestly looked horrible on her. Maybe she should stick with her acid wash jeans, they were super cool any ways. She changed quickly and left the room.
"Doon!" Dewey jumped on the bicycle that she had taken from some suburbia houses lawn and rode in down the stairs on it.
Thump thump thump chatter thump
"Ow!" Dewey held a hand to her lip that she had bit so hard it began to bleed. "Damn stairs."
Hopping back on the bike she pedaled into the kitchen, where Doon was. Now, usually he would be eating cereal, reading the paper, balancing potatoes on his forehead, or something like that. But now he was sitting, staring at his hands, and...frowning. Creepy.
"Sup, Sand Doon?" Dewey asked suspiciously, "What's up with the frowny face? You get arrested again?"
"No."
"Light your girlfriend's hair on fire again?"
"No."
"Oh, so she broke up with you then?"
"No, geez, I don't even have a girlfriend!" Doon half-shouted guiltily.
"But what about that chick you told me about, Larissa Jones?" Dewey frowned, "Didn't you say she lived in the 'burbs or something?"
"I made Larissa up," Doon admitted, "Well, you made Larissa up the first time you stayed here, before you ran away. You told your parents you were spending the last weeks of summer break at Larissa Jones house. Then they found out and you moved here."
"Oh, yeah," Dewey laughed, sat down, and threw her feet onto the rickety table. The table fell out beneath her feet, crashing onto to the floor, "Oops. So is that all you wanted to tell me?"
"No," Doon frowned. "All that time I was with 'Larissa' I was...y'know...working off my criminal record."
Dewey raised her eyebrows and took her feet off the broken table and crossed them on her lap, "Why? I'm super proud of my record of arson. Aren't you?"
"Well, you've been arrested more than me, I was only arrested that one time," Doon shifted awkwardly, "So I did a bunch of community service, so I could get this job..."
"A job?" Dewey looked scandalized. "But you'll still hang out with me, right?"
"The job's in Romania."
"Romania?"
"Well, it's a great job!" Doon said with a charming grin, "Oh, Mornin' Dew, I've been on the list for Romania since I was thirteen, that's, like, before I even met you! I just never thought I would get the job. But apparently, fire elementals make the best dragon trainers. I can recommend you after you graduate, though. We can be work buddies!"
"Yeah, in three years, douche bag!" Doon sighed and ran a hand over his face. Somewhere outside, a cab was beeping his horn.
"Look Dewey, I gotta go, I called the cab to take me to the airport," He leaned forward and ruffled her hair, grabbing his suitcase, and heading towards the front door (or what was left of it.)
"I didn't even see your suitcase!" Dewey shouted after him. She was very, very confused at what had just happened. "And we don't even have a floo line, let alone a tellyphone! How did you call the cab anyway?"
Doon gave her one last grin while loading his suitcase into the trunk, "Magic. I'll see you in Romania, babe."
"Seeya, Sand Doon," Dewey waved as the cab drove away...
She thought back to when she first met the elusive Doon...
He hadn't been quite as nice back then...
When Dewey Met Doon For The First Time
Dewey was eleven years old. Doon was fourteen years old. Dewey liked to light her brothers stuff on fire. Doon liked to light his brother's skin on fire. Dewey got in trouble for blowing up mattresses. Doon got in trouble for blowing up his father's car. Dewey liked to watch the beaters during quidditch matches. Doon liked to smash peoples faces with beaters bats.
See the difference?
Late August (Dewey's first year)
Dewey tried to sit by some of her classmates, but when she sat they stood and moved down the table. Her eyes started to sting a little and she sniffed quietly. The muggles in town weren't mean like these kids.
An older boy with a shaggy hair cut, a dirty wife beater, and a singed leather jacket sat down across from her. He smelled like cigarette smoke. "You the new fire kid."
She shrugged, and felt her throat tighten. 'Fire kid' would that be her name forever? "Yeah" Oh Godric, her voice cracked.
The boy leaned down real close to her face, so his nose wasn't far from hers. When she sniffed again, he let out a loud laugh, that smelled like really rotten smoke (and she would know exactly what rotten smoke smelled like). "You. Will. Never. Make it. Here."
The boy let out another laugh, and walked away.
December
Doon was trying to nap in the hall with out being caught by the teachers, but someone was sniffling around the corner. He opened his eyes and crossed them, letting out a tired groan.
"Who the hell is interrupting my nap?" He stood and spun on his heel and found (who else?) but the Potter girl, sniffling away like usual.
"Who the hell is interrupting my self-pity party?" She mocked. Doon (quite literally) growled. "Oooh, I'm so scared!"
"You stole my wallet," He growled.
She shrugged, "You stole my chance of ever making friends who I'm not related to."
"Touche." He shifted uncomfortably, "Shouldn't you be back in Liverpool with your posh family for Christmas, Potter?"
Dewey snorted, "Right, they'd want me around for the most family-oriented holiday of the year. That's like saying my parents got me a birthday present that wasn't a sock, or a coat hanger, or something..."
"Riiight..." Doon nodded slowly.
Dewey coughed and stood, "Well this conversation is headed down Awkward Street...so I'm gonna go now..."
Before she left she patted his chest.
It took him a moment to realize he had out his wallet in his chest pocket today. God damn, she's good.
February
Dewey had changed a little, ever since the quidditch team had started stealing her things and hanging them on the hoops during the games. She had to toughen up.
Tough people always crack their necks, right?
Hesitantly, she put a fist to her chin and pushed on it, popping her neck several times.
"Oh, Godric!" She shouted, almost unable to move her neck, "Oh man, that hurts like Azkaban..."
"Tried to crack your neck, Potter?" Damn that Doon kid. He. Was. Everywhere. "Smooth."
"Shut up Doony-boy," She smirked and tossed him something, "Here's your wallet. Again."
Doon caught it and yelled, "Dammit, Potter, that's the sixth time this month!"
March
"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me," Dewey lit the candle of her own birthday cake. About three months ago, she would've been crying, and she would've been short. But, as a mature twelve year old, she was 5'6" (take that, James!) and she had a cake, so she was actually happy.
And that cake was damn good.
"Potter, where the hell is my wallet?" Doonykins the bully surprised her from behind. "Oooh, cake." She smacked his hand away when he tried to grab some.
"Not now, O-Doonly-One, this is my birthday and I shall eat my cake. So leave," Dewey fished in her pocket for a second and pulled out his wallet, "You really need to be more careful, man, someone might actually take your money one day."
"You take my money all the time," He pointed out.
Dewey rolled her eyes, "Yeah but I give it to charity."
"What? No you don't! You bought a model airplane, then you gave me my wallet and said 'thanks for the model airplane'"
"Oh, yeah. Forgot about that."
"Well," Doon took the seat across from her with a smile (an actual one, too, not the one before he was about to punch someone, "You need someone to hang out with on your birthday. I'll be the nice guy and hang out with you."
"You do know that it's mostly your fault I have no friends, right?"
"Yup."
Early July, Last day of school
Doon was trying to read a book where no one would ever find out. If people found out he read Lord of the Rings, his image would be...totally ruined. Destroyed. Obliterated.
"Doony Doony Doony Doony Doony!" Dewey Potter slammed into his side, knocking him onto the floor. "Happy last day of school! 'Course, I don't wanna go home, and I doubt you wanna go home, I heard you ran away from home last summer, I would run away but I'm here not at home so I can't right now, and I don't know anywhere to go-"
Doon put a hand over her mouth and lifted her off of him, into the air, and then back on the ground. After checking his pockets and finding his wallet still there, he let her go.
"Yeah, I might just find a place to bounce in for a few years, instead of going home," Doon shrugged, "There are a bunch of abandoned places down by this warehouse area thing."
"Hey, I didn't know you read Lord of the Rings!" Dewey held up the book, Return of the King. Damn her pickpocketing skills.
"What?" Doon snatched the small paperback out of her hands, "I do not read Lord of the Rings."
"Really?" Dewey pushed her wire-framed, round glasses farther up her nose. "I read it. I read all of the, bunches of times." She leaned forwards conspiratorially, "My favorite character is Pippin."
"Mine too!" His voice had risen several octaves, and was almost a squeal. "Cough... I don't know who Pippin is..."
"Really, that's too bad, I thought maybe we could hang out sometimes and marvel at his awesomeness," She looked sort of hopeful. "Read a few comics, perhaps."
"You know, you're alright," He ruffled her hair. "We should be evil fire elementals together sometime, kid."
In The Cab With Doon
The cab smelled like garlic, marijuana, and just a little but of regret.
Doon looked back out the window of the cab, and saw Dewey jumping up and down and waving goodbye to him. Man, he would miss her.
"S'always hard to leave your girl behind, eh?" The cabbie turned and grinned at him, "She looks a little young, though doesn't she? You a cradle robber?"
Doon chuckled, "She's not my girlfriend, dude."
The cabbie grinned again and said, "De Nile ain't just a river in Egypt, man."
"It's not like that," Doon thought, "She's like...I mean, she's my sister."
They pulled up in front of the airport a while later, and Doon reached into his pocket. A slow smile stretched across his face. "I'm sorry, sir, I seem to have misplaced my wallet."
1976
When Dewey Met Doon (Reprise)
Girls Dorms
"Dewey!" Lily burst unto the dorms, "I fessed! I told! I'm a bad secret friend!"
Dewey glanced up from reading Lord of the Rings and stared at Lily, "Who'd you tell?"
"Alice!" Alice Bones stepped into the room, chewing gum and nodding in Dewey's direction, "And this girl, she said she knew you so I brought her up AND SHE'S NOT A GRYFFINDOR!"
"Right..." Dewey turned to the red head Hufflepuff who claimed to know her. "Have we met?"
"It's me, Pippin!" Dewey examined the red head, who was short and a tiny bit chubby.
"You know, Pip, most people just dye their hair."
"Yeah, I know." Dewey gave Pippin a look, "Fine, I'll be a blonde again." And she turned herself back to her normal, starry eyed, blonde haired, leggy girl that Dewey actually recognized.
Now that Lily had stopped hyperventilating, the four girls sat in a circle on the floor.
"Alice, I'd like you to meet my secret friend Dewey, and her not secret friend Pippin," Lily said. "Dewey, Pippin, this is my not secret friend Alice."
"Hi Alice," Dewey and Pippin chorused,
Alice spoke up, "Well, any secret friend of Lily's is a secret friend of mine!"
"Cool...so why don't we play a game or something?" Dewey asked boredly, glancing about the room.
"Yeah!" Alice squealed, "Okay, Pippin, what's your favorite band?"
Dewey scratched her head, "Uh, I was thinking like, who can jump out the window and break the least bones." They stared at her, "Fine, we'll play truth or blahhhh..."
"My favorite band is The Hobgoblins," Pippin smiled dreamily, "Stubby Boardman is quite good looking, yes?"
Alice giggled, "Yeah he's really cute."
"I met him once," Dewey said nonchalantly, "He looked kind of like Sirius, it was creepy."
"Whose Stubby Boardman?" Lily asked, and all the girls gasped loudly.
"He's like..." Dewey paused, "The Mick Jagger of the wizarding world."
"Ohmigodric, you know whose super hot?" Alice squealed.
Pippin leaned forwards, "The new Care of Magical Creatures teacher?"
"Yes!" Lily squealed too.
"I haven't seen him yet," Dewey shrugged.
"Too bad I'm taken..." Alice said, thinking of her sixth year boyfriend, Frank Longbottom. "Scratch that, Frank is amazing."
"Mmmm," Pippin said, "I'm taken too."
"I didn't know that," Dewey said, laying on her back on the floor.
"Yeah, Xeno is great."
"Xeno?" Dewey pushed herself up with her elbows and snorted.
"Short for Xenophelius."
"Awesome."
"I know, right?"
"Well, I'm not taken," Lily said with a smirk, "And the new professor is pretty young..."
"Please, Lily, I think we all know that you're totally in love with a certain pig-headed boy we're all familiar with," Alice grinned.
"Who?" Dewey asked curiously, to which Pippin rolled her eyes.
"Lily obviously likes James," Pippin told her.
Dewey looked slightly confused, "James who?"
"James Potter," Alice said in a 'duh' tone.
"Whoa," Dewey blinked, "I did not see that coming."
"How did you not see that coming?" Alice thought aloud.
"She didn't see it coming because, outside of this room, it's not true," Lily glared at them all, her wand at the ready. "Right?"
"Blimey, I didn't know Evans could be scary," Pippin wondered.
"Don't worry, I can keep a secret," Dewey said. She stretched and stood from her spot on the floor. "Well, secret friends, and Pippin, I have to go now. I have something important to tell my brother. Seeya."
Lily jumped up after Dewey, who had sprinted out of the room. She shouted, "AFTER HER!"
At the bottom of the stairs, Dewey was looking for her brother, or one of his compadres. She heard Lily chasing her down the stairs and started running again.
After jumping over a cat, a couch, and a couple first years, she made it to the portrait.
"DEWEY POTTER I WILL TEAR YOUR BLOODY HEAD OFF!" Dear Godric, Evans could be pretty damn frightening. Dewey ran down staircases, and (quite literally) pushed people out of the way.
Make to the Great Hall, make it to the Great Hall, make it to the-
"Ah!" Dewey ran into someone, who ran into the doors of the Great Hall, which opened and sent them both tumbling to the ground. Pieces of parchment flew everywhere.
"Oh Godric, I should have pushed you out of the way before I ran into the hall..." Dewey apologized. The man chuckled.
"S'alright, kiddo, just an accident..." The professor (who Dewey assumed was the new CoMC teacher) trailed off as he looked into her face. "Dewey?"
She squinted at the handsome features of the dude, who didn't look much older than her. Suddenly, it clicked.
"Doon?"
GASP!
So, yeah, short future part, long past part...yeah.
Congrats to marypoppinscollar for guessing that Doon was Professor Kettleburn. YAY YOU!
So, I have a legit reason for not updating this time. I bought Sims 3 two weeks ago, made all the Marauders era character, and haven't stopped since. So far, James and Lily have had baby Harriet, and I'm going to kill them off tomorrow. So much fun.