darklilyofthevalley: Thank you.
ButterflyFlyToMe: I'm not entirely sure. I suspect they explode.
Cookie05: I remember. I wasn't thinking of that when I wrote it, but you're right. It is a bit creepy.
miller123456789: See my comment to ButterflyFlyToMe.
Helen and Nikola44: I think that's only in the American versions.
Glass of H20: Yeah, it's pretty funny.
"No!" five-year-old Annabeth Chase clung to her pet stubbornly. "No! No! No!"
"Come on, Annabeth. It's not so bad. It's just across the street, you can see him every day if you want to."
The little girl shook her head vigorously, refusing to let go of the animal's collar. "But he's mine! I don't want him living with some stranger!"
"You know Mrs. Johnson," Fredrick protested, "she's not a stranger. She picks you up from school three times a week! Her house is practically your second home."
Annabeth wrinkled her nose. "I don't like that place. It smells funny, and her chocolate cake is horrible. Rex would hate it there, he can smell, like, six billion times better than me. Imagine how horrible that would be for him! Besides, he's my dog."
"Technically, I bought the dog, so, therefore, he's mine."
"No, technically, you bought the dog for me. That makes him mine. Because if you give someone a gift, it becomes officially theirs. It's a law," she stated simply.
Fredrick Chase shook his head, trying get his thoughts straight. For a five-year-old, Annabeth was incredibly intelligent. There were some days when he thought that she was smarter than he was. Yet again, considering her mother, that shouldn't come as a surprise. "Annabeth, I am not going to argue with you. Your mother is very allergic to him, we can't keep the dog."
"Why don't we just kick her out of house? The dog was here first."
"ANNABETH!" she jumped back, surprised by his sudden outburst. "But, Annabeth, sweetie," he said in a much calmer voice, "she's your mother."
"She is not my mother!" Annabeth said, "and she never will be."
Theodore gave them a couple of moment to gaze upon the sight before them in awe. It was perfect. There was a bed in the corner, a small grassy area for Canis to do his business, and tons of dog toys all over the floor.
"Well this is . . . convenient."
Nott nodded. "The room of requirement is especially designed to comply to the user's needs. Only a handful of people know about it to begin with."
Annabeth's eyes widened. "Anything?" she asked incredulously.
"Well, within reason. You cannot wish for a person to appear, or a particular object you know to appear, unless it was placed inside. It also doesn't made food appear. But it works with most general objects. For instance, if I wanted a whistle . . ." a small silver whistle appeared in his hand.
Vaisey said, "So let's say that I really had to use the loo . . . . " As if on cue, a single bathroom stall appeared in the middle of the room. "Excuse me for a moment," Aleron dashed inside.
"But what if somebody were to find this place?" Annabeth asked, "I don't see any security of anything all to insure protection."
"Like I said before, few people know about this place. And even if someone were to stumble upon it, the room only gives them what they need. Vaisey wanted a place to keep his dog, so the Room of Requirement gave it to him. Somebody else may be running from Filch, and would need a place to hide from him, so the room may appear in the form of a small crawl space for them. So unless the person specifically wishes for a room with a Slytherin boy's hidden Crup, we should be safe."
Aleron came out from the stall. A sink appeared, and he washed his hands.
"I think you forgot about somebody."
"Oh! Right," Vaisey walked up to the cage and let Canis out. "Here you are, boy," he said, "freedom!"
The dog walked around the room, sniffing all of the mysterious, new objects. Then, deciding that he was satisfied with the new territory, Canis rubbed his head against the grassy area, and then began to do a full body roll (for those you who have dogs, chances are that you know what I'm talking about.)
"It's perfect!" cried Aleron happily. "Thank you so much!"
WOOF! Canis agreed.
Annabeth was in such a good mood that she was sure nothing could ruin her day.
"Hey, Chase," came two simultaneous voices.
Almost nothing.
Annabeth turned to face Fred and George. "What do you want?" she demanded.
The two boys looked a bit nervous. They shuffled their feet awkwardly. "Well, we were just thinking - -"
"- - That we oughtn't have done what we did to you."
"Yeah, we're sorry."
"And we want to make it up to you."
"We're creating a joke shop, you see - - "
"It's called 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes'!"
"And we're willing to give you a free sample on one of our products."
Annabeth was surprised to say the least. Did they really want to make it up to her, or was it just another prank? She raised an eyebrow suspiciously, "No tricks?" she asked.
"None. We swear."
"Why?"
They shrugged. One of them answered a bit sheepishly. "It's good advertising. Good for business."
"Yeah, as long as you say where you got them from."
Annabeth hesitated. They seemed sincere enough, and if they tried anything, she would be sure to make their lives a living hell. "Okay," she said, "sure."
Ever since Vaisey's return, Rose had been avoiding Annabeth. She was scared of Slytherins, which Chase found quite amusing. But for some odd reason, Rose had built up the courage to talk to Annabeth with Aleron around that day.
"Hi, Annabeth," she said shyly, glancing nervously at the Slytherin boy.
Annabeth did not respond, she was busy flipping through the pages of her architecture book, while furiously sketching out a random building.
"I was . . . um . . . wondering if you wanted to . . . um . . . "
"Well?" Vaisey demanded impatiently, "get on with it!"
"I'm having my twelfth birthday this weekend. Would you like to come?" she held out an invitation to her. Rose casted Aleron a dirty look, "of course, you wouldn't want to come."
Aleron rolled his eyes. Was that supposed to offend him? "That's right. I don't want anything to do with you, or your stupid party."
Annabeth, still hunched over her book, did not seem to notice the quibble. She was furiously sketching something in her notebook. The two momentarily stopped arguing when Annabeth, deciding that she didn't like the drawing, began to viciously stab it with her pencil.
"Um . . . Annabeth?" Rose asked a bit nervously.
"Don't bother," said Vaisey, "she gets completely absorbed. It's like trying to talk to a Muggle portrait," he paused, slightly ashamed for knowing that.
Rose, though, reached her hand over, and tapped Annabeth on the shoulder. Getting no response, the frustrated Hufflepuff reached for the notbook, trying to pul it away. The reaction was immediate, as soon as she extended her arm for the sketchpad, Annabeth grabbed it in midair. "Nobody. Touches. My. Stuff," she hissed, careful to emphasize each word.
Zeller nodded vigorously, as Aleron howled with laughter.
"I'm s-sorry. I just wanted to tell you something."
"Well, you have my attention. Spit it out."
"I was wondering if you would come to my birthday party this Saturday," she held out a flier.
"Yeah, sure," said Annabeth, accepting the invitation and then resuming her work. "We'd love to come."
"We?" said Rose.
"We?" said Aleron.
But Annabeth was already long lost in her book.
The part about Annabeth getting mad at someone for touching her stuff was based off of something Percy said in one of the books "Annabeth only uses her knife for two things: monsters and people who touch her stuff".
Harry Potter Fact: Everything thirty seconds (roughly) someone in the world starts reading a Harry Potter book.
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