They were drenched by the time they got of their carriage and dashed up the stone steps into the castle. A light shudder passed through Avalon, once they were safely inside cavernous, torch-lit entrance hall, with its magnificent marble staircase.
"Blimey," said Ron, shaking his head and sending water everywhere, "if that keeps up the lake's going to overflow. I'm soak — ARRGH!"
A large, red, water-filled balloon had dropped from out of the ceiling onto Ron's head and exploded. Drenched and sputtering, Ron staggered sideways into Harry, just as a second water bomb dropped — narrowly missing Hermione, it burst at Melora's feet, making her shriek.
She snapped her head toward Avalon, "Couldn't you have reminded us that this was going to happen?"
"I forgot." said Avalon defensively. "You can't expect me to remember everything can you?"
Melora sneered at her, and wrapped her hands around herself and started rubbing her arms. She was shuddering from the cold.
Peeves the Poltergeist was floating above them, his wide, malicious face contorted with concentration as he took aim again. Avalon instantly pulled Harry in front to cover herself. He rolled her eyes at her.
"PEEVES!" yelled an angry voice. "Peeves, come down here at ONCE!"
Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress and head of Gryffindor House, had come dashing out of the Great Hall; she skidded on the wet floor and grabbed Hermione around the neck to stop herself from falling.
"Ouch — sorry, Miss Granger —"
"That's all right, Professor!" Hermione gasped, massaging her throat.
"Peeves, get down here NOW!" barked Professor McGonagall, straightening her pointed hat and glaring upward through her square-rimmed spectacles.
"Not doing nothing!" cackled Peeves, lobbing a water bomb at several fifth-year girls, who screamed and dived into the Great Hall. "Already wet, aren't they? Little squirts! Wheeeeeeeeee!" And he aimed another bomb at a group of second years who had just arrived.
"I shall call the headmaster!" shouted Professor McGonagall. "I'm warning you, Peeves —"
Peeves stuck out his tongue, threw the last of his water bombs into the air, and zoomed off up the marble staircase, cackling insanely.
"Well, move along, then!" said Professor McGonagall sharply to the bedraggled crowd. "Into the Great Hall, come on!"
They slipped and slid across the entrance hall and through the double doors on the right, Ron muttering furiously under his breath as he pushed his sopping hair off his face.
It was much warmer inside. Avalon, Harry, Melora, Ron, and Hermione walked past the other three tables, and sat down with the rest of the Gryffindor at the far side of the Hall, next to Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost.
"Good evening," he said, beaming at them.
"There is nothing good about this evening." grumbled Melora, taking off her sneakers and emptying them off water.
"Hope they hurry up with the Sorting." said Harry. "I'm starving."
Just then, a highly excited, breathless voice called down the table.
"Hiya, Harry!"
Avalon recognised the boy as Colin Creevey. She smirked at Harry, who looked embarrassed and avoided her eye.
"Hi, Colin," said Harry warily.
"Harry, guess what? Guess what, Harry? My brother's starting! My brother Dennis!"
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Fanfiction[A story in which two girls transports in their favourite book.] Avalon and Melora Beaumont were Harry Potter fans among the million potterheads on this planet. The two twins were in love with the book series to such extent that they even sometimes...
