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Brownies For Breakfast	By : Sugarholics Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1623 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Chapter Two: Caffeine and Confrontations

DISCLAIMER: You know Harry Potter and his friends and teachers and the whole world that he exists in? Yeah, they aren't ours, and more's the pity. They belong to the utterly brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling-the lucky gal! We will return everybody and everything in a mostly recognizable state when we're done playing! We promise!

Cass here! Just to let you know, we have nicknames that might confuse. Sarah is Lex, and Renee is Cass (which is me!!!!). Just to clear up any confusion. Enjoy!
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***Friday Morning Still***

"So, what shop should we grace with our shining presence first?" Sarah asked with a grin, linking arms with Renee as they cleared the doorway of the coffee shop. At Renee's wordless shrug, Sarah sighed. "Come on Cass, we have to go somewhere! We're playing tourist, remember?"

"All right, all right. Why don't we see if that book vendor has any maps of London and we'll go from there, okay Lex?" Renee said, tripping over the curb and nearly pulling both of them down, much to Sarah's simeotaneous amusement and irritation.

"Walk much?" Sarah smirked as she disengaged from her friend in an attempt to stay verticle. Inquiring about a map, they were steered toward one of the carts near the alleyway.

"Ooo, sorry!" Renee apologized to whoever she had bumped into without turing around, paging through the various maps. Renee looked up at Sarah when she snickered; attemtping to cover her amusement with a cough. "What's up Lex? Find something amusing?"

"You just apologized to a sign," Sarah openly giggled, indicating the inatimate object with her pointer finger.

"I don't think that was there a moment ago..." Renee considered the sign momentarily, looking back at Sarah with a questioning look. "Do you remember there being a sign here?"

Sarah glanced up and considered the sign. "No, actually I don't," she frowned slightly. "The Leaky Cauldron?" she read the sign, setting the book currently in her hand down. "It's kind of weird that we didn't notice it earlier isn't it?"

"Maybe we'll go here for real food because I don't know how wise a brownie was for breakfast," Renee said picking up an old, dingy looking parchment. "Hey, look at this, Lex," she said, handing the parchment over to Sarah.

"What is it?" Sarah asked as she reached for the yellowed map. "It's some sort of rune work. Maybe there's a library we can look them up at?" she suggested.

"It's only two pounds, so I think I'll get it," Renee said, taking the map back from Sarah and going to the cart keeper. Sarah continued to look through the various maps as Renee paid for the parchment. "Got it, and a map of London!" Renee said happily, turning towards Sarah. Taking her change from the cart keeper, Renee nearly got ran into by a passerby. "Excuse me," she frowned at the blonde young man.

The gray eyed boy glared at Renee and attempted to sidestep her. "I'm sure there is no excuse for you, American Muggle," he sneered as she purposely blocked his way once more.

"As pleasant a retort as that is," Renee smiled at the bratty boy and glanced over her shoulder at Sarah, currently unaware of their presence. "You should pay more attention to where you are going and to whom you run into." The pale haired snob rolled his eyes and walked around her, turning slightly to look back at her.

"I am Draco Malfoy. As if someone like you would be worth the effort when compared to me," he snapped, turning back around only to run headfirst into Sarah. "Watch your step Muggle," he growled, shoving her out of the way and stalking into the Leaky Cauldron.

"Oh hell no! Someone just signed his death warrant," Sarah spat out, whirling about to enter the still swinging door of the Leaky Cauldron. "I have a blonde to kill," she said as the door swung shut behind her.

"Here we go! Another madcap adventure brought on by the stupidty of random people," Renee sighed, stuffing the maps into her bag before hurrying after Sarah.

In the dim interior of the Leaky Cauldron, Sarah glanced to and fro in an attempt to locate the snobby ponce who had collided with her. "There you are," she scowled as she watched a flash of blonde hair disappear around the corner.

"Whoa, cool place," Renee said as her eyes adjusted. "Where did Mister Bratty McAsshole go?"

"There," Sarah said, pointing to where the blonde bozo had disappeared. Grabbing Renee's hand they ducked through the crowded bar and around the corner. Scooting out the still swinging back door they saw the arrogant ass stepping through a brick archway. "Hey, moron," Sarah called out to him.

Draco turned slightly, frowned and disappeared into the crowd with ease, getting lost amongst the sea of cloaks and pointed hats. "Where did he go? And where are we?" Renee asked, tightening her grip on Sarah's hand.

"Aren't we the odd pair out?" Sarah scowled, attempting to locate the offensive ponce as she scanned the people milling about.

"An owl emporium?" Renee pointed out shop. "And look at that bank! This place is unbelieveable."

"Too many people if you ask me. Let's duck in here for a moment, okay?" Sarah pulled Renee into the nearest shop and shut the door firmly behind them.

"Where are we?" Renee asked as they both looked around the dusty interior of the barely lit shop.

"Your siblings were quite selective in their choices," came a disembodied voice from the back. "I hope you two are not so difficult to match." A white haired man toddled slowly into view from between to towering shelves.

"Uh... well..." Renee glanced warily to Sarah.

"What my ever-so-eliquent companion is trying to say is that we have no idea what you are talking about, sir," Sarah said as the man walked closer to them.

"You walk into a wand shop and do not know what you are doing here?" the man smiled slightly. "Why don't we find you two what you need so you can be on your way?"

"That sounds like a good idea," Renee said, shrugging when Sarah elbowed her in the ribs. "It's only a wand!"

"Only a wand?!" the man whipped around. "A wand is one of the necessary tools of magic! It is more than a common stick with which you start a fire; it is something you need to exist in this world."

"Smooth, Cass. Insult the craftsman and his trade why don't you?" Sarah smirked. "What kind of wands do you have, sir?"

"I have all kinds. I am Ollivander's; maker and seller of fine wands for centuries," he smiled slightly as Sarah leaned against the counter. "Now, what shall we get you?" He puttered about along the shelves, grabbing four different boxes. "As I assume you have yet to go to Gringotts, I shall accept Muggle money, but this shall be the only time I do so! When next we see one another, you will bring the proper currency." Renee and Sarah exchanged a glance and shrugged; confusion evident on both faces.

Out of boredom fifteen minutes later, Renee plopped into the dust-coated stool and waited while Sarah waved various wands about, discussing her choices with Ollivander. "None of these seem quite right," Sarah said, setting another back into the box.

"I quite agree, Miss Pishon," Ollivander sighed, looking thoughtful for a moment.

"What if you tried something exotic?" Renee suggested offhandedly, toying with a button on her shirt cuff.

"I beg your pardon?" Ollivander scowled over at her and arched an eyebrow.

"Something exotic like purple heart, tamarisk, rose, or zebra wood?" Renee continued, glancing up when her suggestion was met with stony silence. "What? It was an idea. Lex doesn't like anything ordinary. Logically that would transcend to her wand as well."

"An actual intelligent statement," Sarah grinned. "Miracles can happen!" When Renee simply rolled her eyes in response both Ollivander and Sarah chuckled.

"Perhaps you are right, my dear," Ollivander said, turning and hobbling all the way to the unseen back of the shop. "Let's try this one, shall we?" The dust on the box was nearly half an inch thick and the silk ribbon holding it shut crumbled in Sarah's hand as she pulled at it.

"An antique?" Sarah shot a questioning glance to the old man who nodded in response. "Ooo, pretty," she said after removing the lid. "It's so beautiful," Sarah said, admiring the dark crimson wood.

"It is a very old wand. Tamarisk wood. One of a dozen ever made with the wood," Ollivander said proudly.

"Tamarisk is fairly sacred to the ancient Egyptian culture. Creativity and regenerative magics are the strongest when used with wands made with tamarisk wood and is particularly powerful when the Moon is full in Cancer, Pisces, or Scorpio," Renee said with a glance to her watch.

"You know, you're really weird sometimes, Cass," Sarah said, shaking her head at her friend's random collection of knowledge.

"In any case, I believe this is the wand for you, Miss Pishon," Ollivander said, pulling the exquisite wand from the box and handing it to her. "Fourteen inches long with black phoenix ashes as the core. Over two hundred years old."

Picking up the mirror-sheened wood, Sarah held it loosely in her right hand. A random wind whipped through the shop, sending her hair flying. "Just right," she murmered, flicking the wand gently in Renee's direction.

"Hey!" Renee frowned as a white rose bloomed in the center of her shirt. "That's cool, but uncalled for," she pouted, grinning when the blossom opened in front of her eyes. "But it's still cool," Renee grinned, looking up at Sarah. "Do I get to find a wand now?" she said, looking excited.

"Or will the wand find you? Ooo!" Sarah smirked and wiggled her fingers, paying for the wand and taking Renee's place on the stool.

Half an hour later, Renee had blown up three vases, two shelves, and knocked over four different stacks of boxes as well as almost lost an eyebrow to an errant wave. "Can we admit defeat yet?" Renee sighed irratably, setting the willow wand back in the box. "I don't know if I should even have a wand, honestly," she sighed. "We've been trying forever!"

"Miss Tigris, please. If you weren't so difficult, this would be progressing much faster," Ollivander frowned, toddling back along the rows once more.

"If you weren't so difficult, you wouldn't be you," Sarah said helpfully as she adjusted the wand holster she wore on her arm.

"Thank you, miss help-a-lot," Renee scowled, stalking to the window and glaring out of it, her arms crossed over her chest.

"I hope this one suits you Miss Tigris as I am running out of objects for you to incinerate," Ollivander said as he hobbled back into view. Renee frowned but walked back to the counter, looking at the dingy box the old man was grasping now. "It is a 15 1/2 inches holly wand with a Sphinx talon core. This was the most temramental wand I could think of," the wand maker smiled slightly as Sarah laughed in the background.

"Holly? That's my Celtic birth month," Renee said, opening the box carefully. Turning her head to one side she just stared at it for a moment.

"Don't just stand there gawking girl! Pick it up already! I'm sure you two have more people to pester than I! Pick up the wand!" Ollivander commanded, already ringing up the purchase and handing her a rudamentary holster for her arm.

"I'm left-handed," Renee said offhandedly, still hesitant to pick up the wand as Ollivander set the arm holster in front of her.

"Duely noted, Miss Tigris. Now pick up the wand, please," Ollivander switched out the arm holster and scowled at her, picking up the wand and holding it out to her. "I will take a full three Sickles off the price if you simply take the wand and go. You've more to do today than dawdle here."

Taking a breath to steady herself, Renee gently took the wand. When nothing happened she sighed in relief, turning to face Sarah with her wand drawn. "Hey, I have a wand!" she stated with a grin.

"Brava Captain Obvious. Is the sky still blue too?" Sarah smirked.

"No, I mean I have a wand that hasn't-OWWIE!" Renee yelped as her wand shocked her, arches of blue and white light jumping from the wand to her hand. Holstering the magical item, Renee scowled. "You know, I was going to say that I finally found a wand that didn't injure me in some way, but I guess we can scratch that one!" Frowning as Sarah continued to laugh with Ollivander; Renee took her change from the wand maker and stalked to the door of the shop. "Stupid wandmaker. Stupid wand," Renee mumbled, trying not to yelp aloud as her wand shocked her again.

"Renee wait!" Sarah called, grabbing her companion's arm and pulling her to a hault before she could exit the shop. "I think there are more people out here now than when we went into Mr. Ollivander's!" Sarah said, watching the massive amount of people cram through the alley. As Sarah and Renee walked out of Ollivander's and into the chaos of Diagon Alley, they glanced down at their clothes.

The throng of people was the main thing Sarah sought to evade. Of course, the stark contrast of their normal street clothes-popular in the world as they were-had only served to further remind the pair of just how many people were moving about the jam packed alley.

"It's weird, isn't it, Cass?" Sarah inquired as they joined hands to weave through the crowds.

"Yeah it is. We're dressed like Muggles, I believe the word was, in the middle of a gigantic magical community that makes a Beltane bonfire look like a church social," Renee said as they walked closer to Madame Malkin's Robes For All Occasions.

"What if we didn't?" Sarah said, stopping in front of the window for Madame Malkin's.

"What do you mean?" Renee said, adjusting her wand one handedly as her other was still in Sarah's grasp.

"Exactly what I said, Cass. I don't think that statement was too complicated." At Renee's scowl Sarah simply flashed a smile and continued. "What if we weren't dressed like Muggles and sticking out like a sore thumb? It wouldn't be so hard to go into this store and order clothes, now would it?" Sarah guestured vaugely to the store and looked at Renee. "Besides, we need cloaks, just because. Since when do we need a reason to go shopping?"

Renee smiled slightly and shrugged. "We've never needed an excuse, but a decent one currently would be the need to conform slightly. What can come of simply looking? We can always come back later and buy them. Let's call it window shopping for now." In agreement they entered the shop without further discussion.

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"I think I've found a few things that may bear purchase, how about you Lex?" Renee inquired some time later while still perusing the various cloaks.

"There is some really awesome stuff here, especially the formal robes," Sarah said, directing Renee over to her current location.

"A little too frilly for my taste, but it would look good on you. Emerald usually does," Renee said, admiring a royal blue formal robe.

"I wonder what that stupid prat is doing now," Sarah said at random.

"What, blondie boy idiot? Well, we can hope he's been knocked comatose by his own ego; as Gods knows we nearly were," Renee laughed.

Sarah smiled in response and scanned the shop as the bell above the door jingled once more. "Oh, look what just wandered in," Sarah said with a smirk. "Eye candy plus, plus, plus!"

"Captain Moron?" Renee asked, looking to where Sarah's gaze currently was locked.

"Thank the Gods, no. Something far more interesting," Sarah said, smiling at the young man who looked their way. He returned the flirtatious grin in kind, turning his attention to one of the attendants who swooped in as soon as he cleared the doorway. "Fairly cute, too," Sarah said watching as the young man was directed to one of the measuring pedistals.

"Ish. He's not a confirmed drop-dead hot, but he's not bad. Not my type really," Renee said paying more attention to the winter cloaks than the male.

"He's intrigining, you could say," Sarah said, her smile falling flat as she watched him greet a friend. "Oh no," Sarah bemoaned.

"What? Did you find a hot pink robe?" Renee asked with a grin.

"Worse! The hot guy knows him" Sarah scowled fiercely as the blonde Malfoy brat from eariler joined the hot boy.

"Oh dear," Renee said, frowing slightly as she turned her attention to the male pair. "Well, why don't we go and shop in that general direction and see what might be heard?" Renee suggested evilly, grabbing Sarah's hand and pulling her closer to the measuring pedestals but remaining out of sight as they listened in on the current conversation.

"You wouldn't believe the gall some people have Blaise! These two American Muggles eariler where totally out of their league. One of the imported sows even threatened me!" Draco scowled as the measuring tape flitted about.

"And what did you do to them?" Blaise Zabini smirked over at his long time friend. "Hex them?

"They wouldn't have been worth the trouble it would have caused as they were beneath my notice," Draco sniffed irritably.

"I'm not so sure that they were beneath your notice, Draco, as you have your nose so high up in the air you can't talk face to face with anyone unless they're on a broom," Blaise said with a friendly smile. Draco merely frown in response; neither boy hearing the muffled laughter from behind the clothing rack.

"Are you sure they were sows?" Blaise inquired, looking about. "I thought I saw new arrivals to our little corner of the world wandering about in here; but they seem to have gone missing before I could grace them with my wonderful presence and charm them off their feet."

Draco shuddered in mild disgust as he recalled his eariler run in with the American pair. "In my experience, having them off their feet does nothing to improve their temperments," Draco said looking about for Sarah and Renee.

"Then I shall strive to make their transition graceful," Blaise said stepping down from the pedestal. As they paid for their purchases and signed to have them shipped to Hogwarts Draco looked around the shop once more.

"You're not looking for them, are you?" Blaise asked, amused by Draco's paranoia.

"Of course not," Draco huffed indignatnly, staring out the window to avoid looking around the shop again. "I was checking the weather. I don't want it to start raining and my hair to get ruined."

"Your vanity often reaches mythological heights, Draco Malfoy. And sometimes it's scary," Blaise shook his head, preening in the mirror before catching himself at it.

Sarah and Renee could no longer contain their evil idea. Popping into view suddenly, Blaise grinned as he saw them, elbowing Draco to get his attention.

"I knew the air in here smelled a bit foul," Sarah raked her gaze across Draco's form once, only to scowl. "Never did I imagine it was marred by your presence, blondie," Sarah sneered, distaste evident on her features.

Blaise was torn between utter hilarity and complete shock; the combination eliciting speechlessness.

"In regards to your hair, Draco, I'm sure I've seen better hairstyles on a bald Chihuahua," Renee grinned, linking arms with Sarah.

"It's a pity," Sarah said patting Blaise's cheek. "I had such high hopes for you." Turning away, the pair went towards the cloak rack once more, this time to choose their purchases.

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Several hundred pounds later Sarah and Renee happily exited Madame Malkin's only to have their mood ruined by the sight of Draco waiting for them.

"Oh look, Sarah, roadkill," Renee said cheerfully, brushing past the blonde irritant quickly.

"You will pay for your words, mudblood bitch," Draco spat, pulling his wand out.

"Consider carefully to whom you speak," Sarah said darkly, her own temper flairing.

"And the fact that you're surrounded," Renee scowled from behind. Blaise attempted to interject, if only for Draco's sake, when Lucius Malfoy stalked up to his son.

"Put that away boy," the irritated arisocrat snapped, grabbing his son's arm roughly, squeezing hard enough to make the blonde boy wince. "Do not waste your time and magic on those unworthy of it," the elder Malfoy said, glaring at Sarah. "We have an appointment to keep." As Lucius led his son away forcefully, Renee and Sarah linked arms once more.

"What an asshole," Renee scowled.

"He was being nice," Blaise said quietly, nodding in farewell to both women before disappearing into the crowd.

"Well, then," Sarah sighed, adrenaline still pumping through her veins.

"We should do something with all this extra energy," Renee said, grabbing Sarah's hand as they started to walk down the alleyway towards the Leaky Cauldron.

"Like give it back to nature?" Sarah suggested with a smile. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, my dear Cass. However, we should make a detour on our adventure." They then entered Flourish and Blotts, the sky going from a pristine blue to a storm choked black in two heartbeats. Renee and Sarah pulled doubles of various spellbooks and magic books from the shelves and added them to the baskets floating in the air behind them.

"Standard Book of Spells, Second Edition," Renee read off the title as the storm broke suddenly and with the fury of two extremely pissed off women. As thunder shook the store; they gathered every spellbook they could find and brought the two full baskets full to the counter.

"Shall I cast the waterproofing spell on the bag for you?" the shopkeeper inquired politely as a brisk wind whipped the door open.

"Yes, thank you," Sarah smiled at the man as he waved his wand over the bag to waterproof it, then flicking it at the door to close it against the storm.

"I took the liberty of casting the weight reducing charm on both bags for you ladies. Are you cramming for your OWLS at Hogwarts?" he asked.

"Getting ready to, sir," Renee smiled, taking one of the bags as Sarah paid the man.

"Have fun studying," he smirked as Sarah gathered the other bag and they put the hoods of their cloaks up against the powerful storm.

"We usually do," Sarah said, both girls waving in farewell to the shopkeeper.

"Let's go get some food," Renee said, suddenly ravenously hungry.

"And study at the same time," Sarah agreed as they stepped into the full force gale now whipping the street into mud.

"Sounds great. I wonder what brought on this sudden storm?" Renee grinned mischeviously and looked to Sarah. Both girls were laughing still as they ordered their lunch at the Leaky Cauldron and settled in to read their newly purchased books.

As their dinner arrived they tore themselves away from their reading long enough to thank their server and make sure that they knew what they were about to consume. Tucking into their meal and resuming their studies, they didn't notice as a full brood of red heads tumbling in the door accompanied by a dark haired boy and a bushy haired brunette.

"Look Hermione," Ron smiled, guesturing to the pair reading as they ate. "Two people who study more than you," the red head joked getting bopped on the arm for his attempt at humor.

"Ron, behave," Miss Weasley wearily instructed. "We're here for dinner, not to pester people."

As if sensing they were being discssed, Sarah and Renee glanced up from dinner and looked around. Seeing the gaggle of newcomers they exchanged a glance. "Are you getting a weird feeling Lex?" Renee asked quietly as she sipped at her tea.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Sarah whispered the denial and scowled slightly, glancing back to the Weasley family.

"Excuse me, ladies," one of the tavern workers approached them. "Would you like to arrange a room for the night?" she asked, glancing at their bags.

"Yes, thank you," Sarah said with a smile. "Just for tonight, though." Sarah looked to Renee who nodded in agreement and munched on a piece of bread.

"Very well. We shall settle your bill before the end of the night," the woman said, levitating their bags and walking away.

"I'm either very tired or that was a levitation spell," Renee murmmered, her eyebrows hitting her hairline as the teapot hovered in mid air to refill her cup as she set it back down.

"Make that exhausted to the point of delerium and we may be getting close," Sarah said, blinking as her teacup was refilled as well. "It's good tea though." Renee nodded in agreement, both ignoring the magic as their tired brains refused to fully process the current happenings.

Hearing a sudden popping noise remenicent of fireworks, they turned to see the twin red-heads smacking their now-sparking pockets.

"Fred, George!" Mrs. Weasley scowled fiercely at the accidental interruption. "You two will behave yourselves or you will not enjoy the consiquenses!"

"Boys, please," Mr. Weasley pleaded with the troublemaking duo.

"We didn't do it on purpose!" Fred frowned looking to his brother.

"They just set off! There must be something wrong with them," George said, brushing the ashes of what once was his pocket onto the floor.

"They're supposed to respond to wandless magic, not wands or trigger words," the twins said in unison.

The entire table of Weasleys and friends looked over at the American pair as both began choking on their tea. "Are you all right?" Hermoine asked the female pair, joining them at their table.

"Fine," Renee croaked, still struggling to breathe through the liquid she inhaled.

"Just dandy," Sarah coughed, thumping her chest with a fist to breathe properly.

"You set them off!" Fred and George scooted over to their table and nudged them over, Fred next to Renee and George leaning against Sarah. "How?" they inquired.

"Uh, no we didn't," the girls denied in unison. "We don't know what your talking about," they continued in stereo, both laughing nervously.

"Well, you are reading 'Wandless Magic for Intermediate Induviduals,' which may account for it," Hermione observed.

"Uh, well... No?" Sarah made the denial seem more a question. "No, no, we didn't." The woman who had levitated their bags upstairs approached them again.

"Miss Pishon, Miss Tigris, here are your room keys," the woman said, handing both to Sarah. "Please let us know if there is anything we can do to help."

"Thanks!" Sarah beamed at the woman, thankful for the escape. "Well, I'm going to go and, yeah, I'll see you guys, uh never. Bye!" Sarah shrugged George off and escaped upstairs, the book in one hand and her plate in the other.

"She left me," Renee said. "I can't believe she...wait, yes I can. Stupid self preservationist." Renee sighed and slapped Fred's hand away as he reached for her bread. "I don't know if we did or not honestly, but as I"m currently stuck down here..." Renee paused to glare at the ceiling where she assumed Sarah was now locked in the safety of their room. "Hi, I'm Renee Tigris." Fred and George exchanged names with her.

"So, why don't you join us?" George half asked, scooping up her plate and tea cup as Fred pulled her from her seat.

"Not much of a request was it?" Renee smirked as she was lead to the rest of the company. "Hello," she said nervously, flushing as everyone stared at her. "I'm...well, feeling severly out of place."

"What a long name," Harry smiled at her and scooted over to accomidate her. "Do you have something shorter you usually go by?"

Renee smiled as the unbelievably awkward moment passed and sat down in between Harry and Mr. Weasley. "Well, I won't tell you what my friends usually call me, as it can't be repeated in pleasant company. But most know me as Renee Tigris," she said with a smile.

"You're American?" Hermione asked as she sat back down next to Ron.

"Last I checked I was," Renee answered with another smile. "That's what it says in my passport at least."

"Well, we've been a bit slow on the introductions as well," Mrs. Weasley said apologetically. "I'm Molly Weasley and this is my husband Arthur," she said, motioning to Mr. Weasley.

"I'm Harry Potter," Harry said with a smile, nearly sighing in relief as no recognition lit her eyes.

"Please to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley," Renee said before returning her attention to Harry. "And nice to meet you Mr. Potter," she said with a smile.

"Please call me Harry," the boy answered, turning his attention to the rest of the table as they introduced themselves.

"I'm Ron," the gangly red-head said around a mouthful of food.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Mrs. Weasley, Hermione and Renee scolded simultantously; grinning at one another. Ron looked sheepish as the rest of the table laughed.

"I'm Hermione Granger," the bushy haired witch smiled, her fingers itching to look at Renee's book on the table.

"Nice to meet you both. And you two I've already met," Renee said in reference to the twins, catching Hermione's gaze on her book. "Would you like to see it, Miss Granger?" Renee inquired, pushing the book towards her.

"Call me Hermione," she replied. "And yes, please."

"After dinner, dear," Mrs. Weasley said with sigh as their food was delivered.

"Yes Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said slightly sad.

"And I'm Ginny," the only other girl at the table belatedly introduced herself as she elbowed George in the ribs for poking her.

"Nice to meet you Ginny," Renee said, chuckling as George winced again at the second elbow to his ribs.

As the family and friends began their meal with their newcomer; Sarah crept down the stairs, the Misson: Impossible music running in her mind. Tapping Renee on the shoulder to no response, Sarah tapped her again. "Go fall up the stairs," Renee said, knowing perfectly well who was tapping her.

"Fine then," Sarah said, dropping the second room key down the back of Renee's shirt. "Just wanted to give you that."

"Thanks," Renee spat, wiggling as the ice cold key snagged on her bra.

"Accio key," Hermione said, holding her hand out.

As the key flew from inside Renee's shirt into the witch's outstretched hand, Renee muttered a quiet 'thank the gods' that her bra did not try to join the summoned item.

"Well, now you can join us for desset," Harry smiled, scooting down once more to make room for Sarah. "It's a white chocolate rasberry torte." As Sarah mentally drooled she though to automatically refuse.

"You don't want to be rude do you?" Renee asked sweetly, grabbing her hand and pulling her closer to the table.

"Please join us dear," Mrs. Weasley smiled in welcome.

"All right," Sarah sighed, feeling as though she was stepping headfirst into the den of redheaded lions.

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Two hours later, after much laughter, sugar, and tea; Sarah and Renee retired for a while to catch up on sleep they had missed. Half an hour had been wasted trying to get their luggage from their hotel and cancel their reservations; bugeting the returned money to stay at the Leaky Cauldron for as long as they needed. They both sighed in exhaustion as they lugged their suitcases in the door of their room and let them drop to the wooden floor.

"What a great family," Renee said, setting her room key down on the small table just inside the door as she moved out of Sarah's way.

"And Fred and George! What a pair of...of..." Sarah trailed off trying to find the right word to describe the hilarious duo.

"Weasley twins?" Renee offered the phrase as she stripped her cloak off and threw it in the general direction of the coat rack, blinking and shrugging off shock when the coat rack bent slightly and grabbed the cloak from midair. "Anyway, they're all great," Renee continued, pulling her shirt off and tossing it on the bed.

"You know, modesty is a virtue," Sarah said offhandedly, grabbing a robe from her suitcase as well as her bag of bath stuff.

"Not one of mine, right now. I'm sleepy and want a shower," Renee said, groaning in irritation as Sarah slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it with a flick of her wand.

"Use the other bathroom," Sarah called over the running water of the shower. "I'm using this one."

Grumbling Renee squeezed into the other bathroom and hurriedly took a shower in the nearly microscopic stall that seemed to materialize in what she though had been a closet. Hearing Sarah still singing as the water ran, Renee finished her shower and climbed out, attempting to wrap her towel around her as her cell phone began to ring.

"Hello?" Renee answered the ringing phone. "May I ask who's calling?"

"You can't recognize your own mother when she calls?" Renee's mother scowled over the phone.

"Hi Mom. What's up? I thought you weren't going to call unless it was important?" Renee said, pulling out some knock around clothes to change into.

"Your brothers have all been accepted to an overseas school," her mother blurted without preamble. "They start on September 3rd."

"What? Where? When? What the fuck?" Renee said in less than a breath. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you know how they're like you, right?" her mother inquired gently. "With special skills and stuff like that..."

"You mean they have magic. Mom, it's not a crime," Renee sighed. "And you won't turn to stone if you say it. Magic. M-a-g-i-c. See?"

"Who's turning to stone? Well anyway, there's this school over in Scotland that deals with people like you and them," the older woman said.

"People having trouble controling their wandless magic, you mean. Quit acting like it's some damned disease, Mom." Renee rubbed one temple with her fingertips to ward off the oncoming headache as the ancient argument took on a new facet.

"I'm not! And don't use that uptight tone with me young lady, I am still your mother, magic or no magic! In any case, I want you to look into this school since New Avalon has asked me to make other arrangements. Apparently since William and Sean blew up the Potions lab last year, they are not allowed back and they would prefer if Bryon-for the sake of keeping the school in one piece-also attended another school that was perhaps better equiped to deal with his...needs."

"I refuse to comment on anything you just said for sake of I need a nap and will not argue with you right now. Just tell me what is the place called Mom?" Renee asked, as she rummaged for a pen and paper finding a quill and some parchment in the drawer of the bedside table.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," her mother said slowly, giving her time to write it.

"Got it. Anything else?" Renee put the quill away and glanced up as Sarah came out of the bathroom.

"Yeah, let Sarah know that Abby will be going there too. I just got off the phone with her mother, who sends her regards. They're out shopping right now and will probably call later."

Renee exchanged a minute more of small talk before bidding her mother goodbye, promising to write and/or call when she got the chance.

With a sigh, Renee flopped back onto the bed as she resisted the urge to throw the cell phone. "Is everything okay?" Sarah asked, slightly worried at Renee's expression.

"My brothers and Abby are going to school in Scotland; some school called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It's a magic school. Mom called to let me know and to tell you that your mom should be calling later today. And to that conversation I add: God hates me." With great effort, Renee sat up and dressed for bed quickly, the jet lag sapping her already flagging strength.

"I hate jokes like that," Sarah sighed, already dressed for bed. "Wait, my mom will be calling?" Sarah winced at the thought.

"Does she really think we'll fall for that?" Renee asked as the two young women climbed in either side of the large bed.

"We're jet laged, not brain dead," Sarah yawned, shutting the curtains with a flick of her wand before settling down to sleep.

"It's amazing what my mother will go through to get a laugh," Renee yawned, burrowing into her pillow.

"Yup....amazing," Sarah answered, both falling asleep within three deep breaths.

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