The Adventures of a Girl Who Should Not Exist (Doctor Who/ Harry Potter Crossover)

Chapter Nine: On A Dare

Chapter Nine: On a Dare

The little genius looked down modestly and dragged her giant trunk to the middle of the room.

"Over here!" I called, beckoning her closer and pointing to a compartment next to mine. She lugged the trunk over to the compartment on one side of mine, a little closer to the door, and carefully set down her trunk.

We looked at each other.

I think we were both socially awkward youths because we sat there for a full three seconds before anyone said anything.

"Hi... I, uh, guess we're dorm mates." I said, desperately trying to start a conversation. She nodded. "You were awesome at the knocker. You totally, uh..." my sentence fizzled out. Slang was a relatively new thing for me.

"I... what?" she asked timidly.

I smiled a bit.

"Sorry, it's just... This whole "slang" thing is new to me." I replied. 'I only took English in theory,' I thought.

She smiled a little, too.

"I think the word is... schooled?" she said. We both giggled, and I nodded. "You weren't bad at the bookcase, either." she said more seriously. "My sister Em said they almost slept in the common room the first night."

I was starting to get used to her tiny, quiet voice.

Suddenly, the dorm door slammed open as a blonde girl burst in, brandishing her wand like a sword.

"Hello, my fine roommates!" she cried in a Shakesperean voice. Yellow sparks shot from the tip of her wand and she lowered it in alarm.

The small genius, whose name I still hadn't gotten, looked a bit scared, but I burst into laughter.

"What?" the new girl said. "It was a dare!"

That just made me laugh harder.

The girl cleared her throat.

"Anonymous, Amelia!" she yelled. "I proclaim thou a....

"Stick of butter!"

I recoiled.

"You proclaim me a Stick of butter?" I said wonderingly.

"No, no! I... I have no idea. Wait! You're name's actually Amelia Anonymous?"

There was an awkward silence.

"Uhh... Not really. I don't actually... Have a last name." I said, trying to indicate it was a touchy subject.

But I was apparently cursed to live in the dormitory of Socially Inept Magical Genius Girls because she asked,

"Why?"

I just rolled my eyes and slid the glass sliding door shut, leaving a thourougly shell-shocked looking small genius on the other side.

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A few minutes later, when I felt that the new girl should've gotten her stuff away, I slid the door back open.

I got up out of the compartment and gently knocked on the small genius' compartment. It slid open and she pulled me inside.

"I... didn't get your name." I said.

She bit her lip.

"I'm Imogene." she said in her quiet voice, gently pushing me back out again. "Good night, Amelia." she said.

I hurried back to my compartment. I let myself fall back onto the bed, but only stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before there was a tap on my window.

Aroura was sitting outside, pecking at the glass. I quickly slid it open, allowing the crimson bird in. She landed on my fingers to show affection then fluttered up to a high shelf and promptly fell asleep.

I blew out the lamp that illuminated the compartment, and propped myself up on my elbows. I stared out the window at the twinkling lights of the castle; my new home.