Disclaimer: I don't own Saddle Club, Saddle Club is a copyright of Bonnie Bryant, I also don't own Harry Potter, Harry Potter is a copyright of J.K. Rowling.
Off To Hogwarts
Previously on the Saddle Club:
A few short weeks later just before school at Hogwarts began since Rafael and Lisa had finished their school shopping, they met at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor and Rafael bought a sundae and got two spoons for it.
While eating their sundae for two, Lisa decided to strike up a conversation.
"So, Rafa," Lisa asked. "how is Cat doing?"
"She's doing much better," Rafael answered. "in fact, Cat and Ty are shopping for their wands right now."
"Does that mean that..." Lisa began.
"That's right," Rafael cut in. "Cat and Ty will be starting their first year at Hogwarts this year!"
Lisa was shocked.
"Maybe that was why Cat was so sick," Lisa theorized. "her powers just came through! She's a late bloomer!"
After finishing their sundae for two, Lisa and Rafael went to join the others at the entrance to Diagon Alley.
Now on the Saddle Club:
Harry, the Weasleys, Hermione, the Saddle Club, Liam, Simon, Phil, Desi, Kristi, KC, and Michael got onto Platform Nine and Three-Quarters and boarded the Hogwarts Express.
Shortly after stowing their luggage overhead, the train started moving.
The soothing rythem of the train was like a lullaby to Rafael and the romani teen fell asleep in an instant.
The trolley witch came by the group of friends.
The rest got their food and or beverages except for Lisa.
"Anything off the trolley, Miss?" the witch asked Lisa.
"Nothing for me, however, I'd like a strong black coffee for my boyfriend here." Lisa said.
"The rythem of the train lulled him to sleep, did it?" the witch asked Lisa.
"Unfortunately." Lisa groaned irritably.
The witch noticed Lisa's crystal.
"You completed your romani trials, didn't you?" the witch asked Lisa.
"At thirteen-years-old, yes I did." Lisa answered the trolley witch.
The trolley witch showed Lisa her crystal.
The trolley witch pulled out a mug, placed it on the cart and nodded to the coffee pot.
The pot floated up, tipped over and began to fill the cup.
Then, the trolley witch stopped short, "Deary, did you say you were thirteen when you completed your trials?" she asked, her eyebrows going up.
Lisa nodded, "Y-yes." she answered.
"That's a year earlier than most romani in the clan take their trials." the trolley witch said, surprised
"Yes, I know." Lisa said, just as she was about continued, Rafael suddenly started coughing and clearing his throat loudly, Lisa face palmed and elbowed him in the ribs- hard.
Rafael grunted sharply and woke up in startled confusion, "I didn't do it-what?" he said.
Then remembering where he was, Rafael shook his head to clear it.
Lisa rolled her eyes, handed him the coffee, "Here get some of this in your system before your coughing and throat clearing cause the train to derail!" she teased.
"Very funny." Rafael said, taking the coffee and sipping the hot black liquid.
Lisa turned back to the trolley witch, "I had to take my trials earlier that usual because, my boyfriend here was dosed with black ice and put into a deep sleep for a week, I had to become a member of the Moondance Clan and give him true love's kiss to wake him up."
"Ahh, how romantically sweet." the trolley witch sighed.
Rafael decided to grab the new acoustic guitar that the rest of the group at Pine Hollow got him for his seventeenth birthday and began playing while the trolley witch left.
At Hogwarts after the news of the Triwizard Tournament and the champions were chosen, Michael and KC noticed that Kristi was looking a bit down in the mouth.
Kristi was sitting there picking at her food, when Michael and KC sat down.
"Kristi," KC asked. "what's wrong?"
"Today would have been mine and Red's one month anniversary," Kristi sighed, "but instead I'm here and he's at Pine Hollow and he's probably forgotten all about me, maybe he has even found another girl."
"Don't be ridiculous," Michael said with a wave of his hand, "you know Red better than that!"
"Yeah," KC said. "I'll just bet there will be something from in in the mail for you in the morning!"
Kristi perked up a little, "I guess there could be." she said.
"Ah does the little Hufflepuff miss Mummy and Daddy?" another voice sneered.
Michael scowled, he knew who it was without even turning around, I should have gone to Illvermorny, then I wouldn't have to put up with this jerk! he thought to himself.
In the back of his mind, Michael knew that would've disappointed Lisa.
Aloud he snapped, "Get lost, Malfoy!"
"Or what," Malfoy jeered. "no pathetic little Hufflepuff could ever take down a Slytherin!"
In an instant, Michael was on his feet and before KC could stop him, he lifted Malfoy off the ground with his bionic arm and literally drop kicked him across the room.
Malfoy landed on the faculty table in the middle of Snape's plate with a crash and splat that splashed Snape's food all over him.
Snape leveled a murderous glare at Malfoy and then at the rest of the room.
Michael was already back in his seat, and his whole table was acting like nothing happened.
"Who did this!" Snape growled.
All the tables, and even some of the Slytherins themselves, to their credit, fought down their snickers at the sight of Snape with mash potatoes and gravy all over his head and dripping down his face, and denied seeing anything.
Snape turned to the faculty and demanded to know if they had seen anything, he was really enraged when they denied having seen who sent Malfoy flying.
After Snape had stormed out to change his clothes and clean up, Michael and KC spoke with Kristi again.
"Listen, Kristi," KC smiled. "you know Red well enough to know that he would never for get you and i'm sure he misses you too."
Kristi smiled, "Yeah, you're right, I'll bet there is something wonderful coming in the mail tomorrow morning." she said feeling better.
"I sure hope there is." KC whispered to Michael as Kristi started to eat again.
"There is," Michael whispered back. "I went home and helped Red pick it out during summer break."
A bunch of Ravenclaw boys and girls including Simon and Desi glanced over at the show that was beginning to be performed at the Slytherin table.
"Uh-oh, Desi," Simon said. "this doesn't bode too well."
"I agree, something's rotten," Desi said to Simon. "and it smells like trouble's being brewed!"
