Gasping aloud, folks?
I'm glad. Makes me feel like a gasp maker XD
Screwy Dewey
Chappah Nyne
Impulsive Decisions
1975 (two months before school ends)
Dewey stared blankly at her hands, then at the floor.
It had been ten months. A long, painful, lonely, and most of all boring ten months since Doon had left to get a job. A job! What kind of friend runs off to make something of their life when they could make a bad reputation here?
She frowned. That had come out wrong. It should sound more like...why would a good friend leave to make money when he could make trouble right here at home?
No. No no no! She lit a pillow on fire and threw it in the direction of the boys dormitories.
This was all wrong. Doon had every right to leave, and if he did she was too!
She couldn't go back to England. Could she? She didn't have to go back to being a posh bitch, she could just go to London, right?
She scribbled a short note about James being dead and her leaving to comfort her grieving mother (yeah, right) and she'd be back for sixth year. Yeah, that'd work, they're always sympathetic about dead twin brothers. Always.
Then she chuckled, remembering how many times that excuse had worked. She was like a sixteen-tuplet by now.
After throwing some stuff in a bag, flicking some people in the head, she was ready.
Dewey kicked off her left shoe and peeled off my sock. After slipping the shoe back on I murmured 'portus' and held onto it.
A few moments later, Dewey was standing on the sidewalk in muggle London. Luckily, only one dude noticed her appear in the middle of the street, so she clapped him on the shoulder and walked on.
After a few minutes, Dewey realized that this might not have been the brightest idea. Honestly, disappearing from school in the middle of the year? I had little money, no place to stay, no family to crash with.
Well, too late to turn back now. She just had to find a cheap place and a roommate. Hell, she could even get a job.
And that's when she saw them.
It was just two kids, two boys, that were a bit ratty looking and were obviously not hanging around with their families much. The boy was sandy hair and playing an acoustic guitar, singing along with a thick Irish brogue and had the case open for donations, and the other boy had skin the color of milk chocolate and was holding a sign that read 'RECRUTING'
"What are you recruiting for?" Dewey asked the tall, black boy.
"We," He waved his hand over his friend, "are street performers. We are trying to expand our empire."
"So he's a musician," Dewey nodded, shoving her hands in her pockets and adjusting the strap on her back pack. "What do you do?"
"I'm a magician." She almost laughed at the irony. "Now, if you don't mind, I need to find someone who can do something that crowds will actually pay to see." He tilted his head a little, "Unless you can do something interesting."
"Oh, can I," Dewey smirked and pulled one of her lighters out of her pocket. She flipped it open and clicked so the usual tiny flame was there. The boy stared at her. Putting her hand over the flame, she closed the lid of the lighter and put it away. The flame (which had stayed in her palm) grew, then shrunk, then grew again. She passed it from hand to hand like it was a baseball.
"How...?" Then he leaned forward, "Are you an elemental?"
"Are you a wizard?" They stared at each other for some time before she blinked. "Look, I just don't want to be at school any more. Please don't go ape-shit and call the aurors."
"I'm trying to avoid some Death Eaters, I think they're going to ask me to join."
Dewey examined the other boy, who was still playing guitar, "What about him?"
"Pure muggle, doesn't know a thing about magic, and I don't plan on telling him," He held out his hand, "I'm Rich Thomas, that over there is Jude Finnigan." He tapped Jude on the shoulder and introduced him to Dewey.
"So we've got ourselves a new rag-tag pal, eh?" Jude grinned wickedly. "This'll be great, mate, an' we'll be the best of pals, right Dewey. But for now, 'oo wants to get sum'tin to eat, yeah?"
Oh yes, Dewey thought, coming here was a good decision.
She and the other two boys walked around London for a bit more before Rich Thomas grabbed her arm lightly and led her down an alley. Most girls would be nervous about walking down an abandoned alley in the afternoon with two guys, but Rich knew that, as a fire elemental, she could beat the shit out of both of them. Especially because Jude Finnigan was practically leprechaun sized anyway.
Jude held open a curtain that led to a tight space between two buildings with a grin. "Welcome, Miss Dewey Potter, to our 'umble abode. 'S called Sparta, if you were wonderin'"
"Now," Rich sat her down on a giant, bean-filled cushion. "If you're gonna be one of us Spartan Warriors, you have to look out for the Athenians."
"What is this, muggle history class?" Dewey muttered. "Right, how will I know who these Athenians are?"
"Well, they're are two guys and a lass," Jude shrugged, "And they're pret'y stuck up, yeh know? If you ever run intah them, jus' don' let 'em charm yeh. They can be rather charmin'." Jude trailed off with a dreamy grin.
"Don't mind him," Rich rolled his eyes, "Judy fancies the pants off Kathleen O'Neil, she's the Athen's little Irish magician. She's gone and seduced so much private information about us Spartans out of him."
"She's so pretty," Jude sighed. Rich whacked him upside the head.
Dewey laughed aloud. Oh yes. She would fit in here.
(two months later)
Dewey threw the flaming torches in the air, juggling six easily, and waiting for Jude to throw more at her. Carefully (haha, not!) she extinguished all the flames but one, and let all the torches fall in a row on the ground.
She raised the one torch that was still burning and held it so close to her lips she could feel the heat scalding her face, and she blew.
The crowd jumped and screamed as the flame grew and expanded in the air.
"Sweet Merlin, how can a muggle do that?" Dewey's head shot up and she smirked at the three boys hovering at the edge of the crowd, front row. She examined them, while casually twirling a double-ended torch (Both ends were lit, by the way. Pretty impressive.) in each hand.
She tilted her head. They looked vaguely familiar, Dewey supposed they must've been at some lame pureblood party when they were little.
Ignoring her gut feeling, which was telling her to run screaming, extinguished her torches and bowed deeply, the crowd 'awww'ing at their dismissal, but looking happy when Jude picked up his guitar and started to play. Rich looked at her quizzically, probably wondering why she'd finished her show early, from where he was doing his magic show on their make-shift platform across the street. She gave him a small grin and shrugged. She'd explain later.
She strutted over to where the three wizards were standing, their heads together.
"So, how is it that a muggle like me can do that?" She said, leaning her head into their circle.
They jumped but the muscular, black haired one recovered fastest and flipped his shiny hair out of his face.
"I take it your a witch, then?" He smirked leaning closer to her. "Funny, I haven't seen you around Hogwarts."
"Maybe I don't go to Hogwarts," She flirted.
He raised his eyebrows and took a step closer, "Oh, really? You don't sound French."
"I go to the American Institute for Elementals," She said, trying not to brag. "As a fire elemental, as you can see from the show."
"And what an excellent show it was," He ran his eyes over her body, lingering on the holes she had burnt on the thighs of her jeans. "Are youa dancer?"
Dewey paused to decide if she should or should not be offended, and one other kid walked over to them.
"Hey guys, I got the food, it was wicked cheap in their, and I-" The boy who exited the bakery was extremely familiar.
The boy dropped the food, and powder from some sort of pastry (Danish, she assumed) poofed into the air. He stared at her. She stared back.
And then she turned and ran.
Kicking the lid of the guitar case that people had been throwing change in all day and grabbed it, shouting at Jude to run.
She started shouting to Rich, and he stopped mid-card trick to run after them, picking up his top hat full of money and taking off down the street.
"Wait!" He was pretty far behind her, she had a good lead. "Wait, I'm sorry!"
"Who is that?" Dewey barely heard Rich over the sound of her feet pounding on the pavement.
Dewey grimaced, "That was my brother."
1976
"Doon?" Oh wow. Dewey did not see this coming. No seriously, like, wow.
The few papers he had managed to pick up between being run over by Dewey and now drifted back to the ground.
Somewhere in the back of Doon's mind, he registered that the entire Great Hall was staring at them, and that hugging a student probably wasn't an entirely appropriate thing for a teacher to do.
So he picked her up and spun her around several times. "Dewey FRIGGIN Potter, what the hell are you doing here?"
He released her with a grin, and she beamed at him and punched him in the arm. Hard.
"What the hell am I doing here? What the hell are you doing here?" She shouted as put her in a headlock and dragged her around in a circle.
"Well," Lily, who had just arrived on the scene, said with her eyebrows raised. "I see you've met the new Care of Magical Creatures teacher."
"This is totally friggin' awesome, dude!" Dewey's British accent lessened noticeably as she talked to Doon, who released her from the headlock.
"What's going on here?" James shouted, walking over to them with Sirius, Remus, and Peter trailing behind him.
McGonagall walked over too, "I could ask the same thing."
"James, you remember Doon." Dewey said in a 'duh' tone, "He's the one who accidentally smashed my face open with a golf club"
"Oh yeah, good to see you again, mate," James shook Doon's hand enthusiastically. Doon looked thoroughly confused.
"Wait, so you and Dewey get along now?"
"Oh, yeah, that 'I hate you, you fucking douche' thing is way behind us now."
"Oh, then it's nice to finally meet when you're not being a total dick."
"Thanks, mate, that means a lot to me."
"James, what's going on?"
"Sirius, you remember Doon, right? Remember, with the blood and the missing teeth and the golf clubs, and Dewey was like 'I'm at Larissa Jones house' but she was really with Doon who is actually Professor Kettleburn, which I just did not see coming at all, this is pretty weird to me, actually."
"Wait, your the guy that smashed up Dewey's face?"
"That was an accident! Back me up on this, Dewey!"
"It was quite accidental, you see, we were playing golf and we were kind of smashed, which led to my face getting smashed, and I assume the rest is quite funny, but I can't really remember the rest, because Doon bought us some-"
"Dewey! Not helping!"
"Oh, right, 'cause you were of age and I wasn-"
"Dewey!"
"Right, got it, no more talking about- I mean, uh, nothing."
"Professor Kettleburn, what is going on?"
"Whose Professor Kettle- oh yeah, that's Doon. Do I have to call you Professor now?"
"Yeah, I guess you do."
"Yo, I thought your last name was Jones."
"Dude, that was a joke. Remember, I said 'Yeah, my last name is Jones and my sister is Larissa'"
"You mean you don't have a sister named Larissa?"
"Mornin' Dew, you really need to figure this out. Larissa Jones is not real. You fucking made her up, dude."
"Professor Kettleburn! Language, we're in front of the students."
"Right, sorry."
"Morning Dew? They have nicknames? James, why do they have nicknames for each other?"
"Shut up, Sirius."
"You're so jealous, Black."
"Pshht! I am so not, Evans."
"Wait, why would he even be jealous? Dewey, why would he be jealous?"
"He's not jealous, Doon, Evans is just being a bitch."
"Oh, we don't like Evans?"
"PROFESSOR! You do not hold grudges against any students! Nor do you favor any!"
"I know, I know...but Dewey and I...we go way back, man."
"Way, way back. Ha."
"Oh man, remember that time..."
"With that guy!"
"Who had that..."
"HAHAHA that was so crazy!"
"Remember how he..."
"And then Harry Godsworth showed up!"
"Oh, God, I loved that kid!"
"And Harry was like 'Hey, where are my pants?'"
"Because...because...Kelly Janson had..."
"With the..."
"Yeah!"
"Good times..."
"Miss Potter! Professor Kettleburn in my office, now!" McGonagall's face was red with anger and confusion. At the heads table, Dumbledore was looking more and more amused. The students all looked confused, besides the students from AIE who looked like they were going to piss their pants.
Doon and Dewey? Together? Again? They had just gotten them apart, the dynamic duo of intimidating, nerve-racking, dangerous, fire elementals.
And one of them was a professor.
Dear Merlin, save us all.
Damn writers block. Damn it to hell.
ANYWHO how crazy am I? A past-cliffie?
PLEASE REVIEW and tell me whether you like the past or the present part of the chapter more?
Personally, I'm into the past part.