Words cause damage too
Scene: The four are walking up a staircase. A railing pulls in...Hermione looks, but continues walking.
Ron: I'm telling you, it's spooky. She knows more about you than you do.
Harry: Who doesn't?
“Unfortunately that is still true,” Harry grumbled and the Marauders and Lily shared sad looks.
The staircase shudders and begins to move. The six grab the railings.
Ron: Ahh!
Hermione: {Gasps.}
Harry: What's happening?
Briar: well this is fun
That gained some strange glances.
Hermione: The staircases change, remember? {The staircase stops, in a new place.}
Harry: {taps Ron} Let's go this way.
Ron: Before the staircase moves again. {They all open a door and walk into a spooky, dark room.}
Harry: Does anyone feel like...we shouldn't be here?
Hermione: We're not supposed to be here. This is the 3rd floor. It's forbidden.
Calla: I thought you had realized that and just didn’t care
“Calla,” Lily turned towards her incredulously that she could have a child with such disregard for the rules until she remembered who she married.
“I'm so proud,” James wiped a fake tear.
Briar: I did but it's fun ta break the rules {Hermione gave Briar and Calla a sharp glare}
“Well at least one of you is responsible,” Lily pinches her nose before giving Hermione a thankful smile.
“Oh, no I just hide my rule breaking better than the rest of them.”.
“Hey she's pulling a Moony!” Sirius gasped excitedly, “your professor used to be quite the mischief maker.” a large part of the hall gasped.
Suddenly, a flame lights on a tall stone support. At that moment, the caretaker's cat, MRS. NORRIS, comes running in and meows. The group jumps.
Harry: Let's go.
{meow}
Ron: It's Filch's cat!
Harry: Run!
“Kick it!” George cheered
“Fred!” Molly shouted
“He's George, I'm Fred!” Fred answered
“Oh, I’m sure you are,” Molly said disbelievingly
The group runs. Flames are lit as they go. They get to the end of the corridor, to a door. Harry grabs the handle, but it's locked.
Harry: It's locked!
Ron: That's it, we're done for!
Briar: I don’t have ma lock picks do you Calla
Calla: always
“You three should get into the habit,” Calla shook her head for everyone except people from the past no one was surprised.
Hermione: Oh, move over! {pushes through and pulls out wand} Alohomora. {The door opens.} Get in. {They bustle in.}
Ron: Alohomora?
Hermione: Standard book of spells, Chapter 7.
Calla: I knew I should have read that before Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
“Animals are better anyway,” Calla sniffed haughtily
Filch appears at the start of the corridor with a light. Mrs. Norris looks at him.
Filch: Anyone here, my sweet? {meow} Come on. {exit.}
Hermione: Filch is gone.
Ron: Probably thinks this door's locked.
Hermione: It was locked.
Harry: And for good reason.
{Ron and Hermione turn to stand with Harry. Briar goes pale and Calla’s eyes light up with excitement. There is a massively huge three headed dog sleeping in front of them. The dog, FLUFFY, begins to wake. It growls, yawns, and growls more...noticing the intruders.}
Briar, Ron, Hermione, Harry: AHHHHHHH! {The four bolt, running out of the door. Briar drags Calla who reached out to pet the puppy along. They turn quickly to shut the door and battle against the dog. They get the door shut and run.}
Scene:
Back in the Gryffindor room. They are breathless.
Ron: What do they think they're doing?? Keeping a thing like that locked up in a school.
Hermione: You don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't you see what it was standing on?
Calla: obviously
Ron: I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads. Or maybe you didn't notice, there were three! {they begin to climb the stairs to the dorms.}
Hermione: It was standing on a trap door. Which means it wasn't there by accident. It's guarding something.
Harry: Guarding something?
Hermione: That's right. Now, if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed...or worse, expelled! {turns and leaves, shutting the door to her dorms.}
“Ms. Granger if you would please put more care into your own life.” Professor McGonagall. Hermione blushed embarrassed.
Ron: She needs to sort out her priorities! Wait a minute Briar, Calla your not supposed to be in here
Harry nods. Briar grins sharply and Calla rolls her eyes.
“Yes thanks for that,” Calla smirked
Scene: Outside, day time. Oliver and Harry appear, carrying a trunk. They put it down.
Oliver: Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each time has seven players, 3 chasers, 2 beaters, 1 keeper and a seeker that's you. There are three kinds of balls. {picks up a red one} This one's called the Quaffle. Now, the chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops. {Points to a faraway Quidditch pitch.} The keeper, that's me, defends the hoops. {throws ball to Harry.} With me so far?
Harry: {throws back} I think so. What are those? {points to two squirming chained down balls.}
Oliver: ...You better take this. {hands Harry a small bat. He bends down and releases one ball. With an angry growl, it flies off into the air. The two boys watch it.} Careful now, it's comin' back. {The balls comes whizzing down, and Harry cracks at it with the bat. The ball soars off through a statue.} Eh, not bad, Potter, you'd make a fair beater...Uh-oh. {The ball zooms down, and Oliver grabs it, wriggling to get it back in the box. He succeeds and is out of breath.} Bludger. Nasty little buggers. But the only ball I want you to worry about is this...the Golden Snitch. {hands Harry a walnut sized golden ball.}
Harry: I like this ball.
Oliver: Ah, you like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see.
Harry: What do I do with it?
Oliver: You catch it...before the other team's seeker. You catch this, the game is over. You catch this, Potter, and we win.
{The ball flutters out two delicate wings and jumps into the air. Harry keeps an eye on it.}
Harry: Whoa.
“I'm so proud!” James grinned and Harry beamed back at him
“Go! Harry!” Sirius cheered
Scene: PROFESSOR FLITWICK's class. The teacher is very short, and is standing on a bunch of books.
Flitwick: One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation the ability to make objects fly. Uh, do you all have your feathers? {Hermione raises hers.} Good. Now, uh, don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing, hmm? The swish and flick. Everyone. {All} The swish and flick. Good. And enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go then.
Draco: Wingardium Levio-saaa.
{All practice.}
Ron: Wingardrium Leviosar. {whacks with wand numerous times.}
The twins immediately started teasing Ron.
Hermione: Stop, stop, stop. You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's Leviosa, not Leviosar.
Ron: You do it then if you're so clever. Go on, go on.
Briar: your gonna regret that Ronald
Hermione straightens up and swishes her wand.
Hermione: {crisply} Wingardium Leviosa. {The feather glows and lifts up. Ron puts his head on his books dejectedly.}
Flitwick: Oh, well done! See here, everyone! Ms. Granger's done it! Oh, splendid!
Seamus begins swishing at his feather.
Seamus: Wingard Levosa. Wingard Levosa. {Flitwick to Hermione: Well done, dear.}
BOOOM!!! Seamus' feather explodes. Flitwick gasps.
“Why does that always happen to me,” Seamus pouted
Briar: Aguamenti (a powerful jet stream of water rocks Seamus backwards)
“How did you learn that as only a first year?” Susan Bones gasped
“I’m friends with Calla,” Briar explained
Flitwick: Whooaaa! Ooh.
Harry: I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor.
Scene: Neville, Harry, Ron and Seamus are walking through a courtyard with other students all around. Seamus is dripping wet as Briar and Hermione talk behind them.
Ron: It's Leviosa, not Leviosar. Honestly, she's a nightmare. No wonder she hasn't got any friends!
“Ronald Weasley,” Molly screamed and Ron flinched and looked down. Calla went for her boot knife.
Hermione bustles past, sniffling.
“I’m really sorry Mione’,” Ron bowed his head down and apologized
Harry: I think she heard you.
Briar: ya no kiddin’. Your gonna regret that I promise.
“I really did,”
“Oh it's fine Ron you’ve already apologized a million times,” Hermione waved off the past offense flippantly.
Scene: Night, in the great hall. It is Halloween. Everyone is eating candy, and Jack O'Lanterns are keeping the place lit. There is chatter.
Harry: Where's Hermione?
Neville: Parvati Patil said that she wouldn't come out of the girl's bathroom. She said that she'd been in there all afternoon...crying.
{Ron and Harry exchange glances. Calla marches up to the two of them and slam her hands between them.}
The hall jumps
Calla: I hope your having the time of your life in hear blissfully unaware of the damage words can cause
“I’m sorry too,” Harry looked down. Though he never actually said anything he did stand to the side and watch it happen.
{Suddenly, Professor Quirrell comes flying into the room, screaming.}
Quirrell: TROLL! IN THE DUNGEON! T-TROOLLL IN THE DUNGEON!! {stops and there is utter silence.} Thought you ought to know. {falls over in a dead faint.}
The parents start panicking as well.
The room is silent, and then everyone (except Call) freaks, screaming and running.
“How are you always so calm?” Ron grumbled
“I’m trained not to react,” Calla whispered quieter than anyone else could hear.