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R.E.C. by pearluna

Dedicated, as always, to the real Rachel Elizabeth Croft.

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! I just wanted to thank everybody so much for the time you took to review. (If you read, thanks as well, but I can only thank reviewers fully!) (Specifically to sammy lupin, ginnyweasley42692rec, Dying Embers, lunalovegood616, and RA Black.)

Thank you guys so so much!

Also, I’m sorry I took so long to update—life has been pretty hectic lately...

Now, without further ado (Though this IS further ado), chapter 9!

R.E.C: Chapter 9: Anticipations

“Careful, Rachel,” warned Anne. “You don’t want to scare Bianca.”

“I am being careful, I am,” I answered absently, piling food high on my plate.

“You know, she said ‘guests,’ not guest. Guests, as in plural, as in more than one,” Anne continued.

“Good point.” I continued eating my pork loin.

“I wonder who they are,” Anne said, twirling her fettuccine on her fork before taking a bite.

“I don’t know, Anne, I don’t know.”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.”


“Well, come on Rachel, let’s get going! It’s almost seven P.M.!”

I laughed. Anne could be so calm sometimes, yet somehow whenever she was curious, her curiosity overcame her calm demeanor. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” I muttered, taking one last delicious bite of pork and a long ‘sip’ of pumpkin juice.

Anne lost all her patience to curiosity. She grabbed my arm and literally dragged me out of the Great Hall. “Come ON!” she said forcefully. I surrendered to her greater strength. Whether I surrendered to her greater physical strength or her greater mental strength, I don’t exactly know. However, I assume it was mental strength, seeing as I am physically stronger than she is.

“La, la, la, la di da!” I sang randomly, still being forcefully led (more like dragged or pulled).

Anne looked back at me. “Whoops. Sorry. You can walk by yourself now,” she said, letting go of my arm.

“Many thanks, kind Miss,” I said, pretending to curtsey (and failing miserably). Anne laughed. “Now,” I continued, seriously (or as serious as I can be), “onto the seventh floor!”

“Ah yes, the wonderful, brilliant, amazing seventh floor,” Anne said sarcastically. I laughed.

“Hey, you were the one dragging me,” I argued. She shot a glare at me.

“So?!” I laughed again.

“I guess, um, well, uh, erm—never mind. Whatever, come on Anne!”

Still chuckling (not giggling), we (finally) reached the right floor and corridor. I opened the door and held it for Anne.

“Thank you, m’dear,” she said, pretending to lift up long skirts as she pranced inside.

“Of course, mademoiselle,” I replied, with a horrific French accent.

“Hello, girls. There you are,” said Professor Ginny.

“Hello, Professor Ginny and Professor Hermione,” we stated politely.

“So, who are the ‘guests of honor,’ so to speak?” Anne bounced up and down excitedly.

“Sorry about that, Professors. She had a bit too much lemon meringue pie for desert...” I said, smiling evilly at Anne. She slapped me lightly.

Professor Hermione laughed. “You’ll find out in a little while! They should be here soon. But, first, we have to ask you something.”

“Yes, why exactly, pray tell, have we not heard or seen anymore about a certain L. Malfoy?” continued Professor Ginny mildly, as though inquiring how our parents were. Anne and I darted glances at each other.



“Never mind,” said Professor Hermione. “The point is that we gave you those gifts for a reason. A specific reason.”

“We know, Professor Hermione, we know,” I said. She grinned and stood up (from what, I don’t know—She and Professor Ginny stood up, and once they were off the chairs, the chairs vanished!)

“I didn’t mean to scold. Now, cauldron cakes anyone?” she asked, as they appeared on a coffee table in front of us, along with many other sweets and some fruits.

“Bean bag chairs, please,” Anne asked the room. Immediately four large, comfy, squashy bean bags (two navy, two silver) appeared. I plopped down in a navy one, grabbed an orange, and began to peel it.

“Thanks Anne!” I smiled and nodded at her, my jet black hair sloshing all over.

“Wow, these are really comfy,” said Professor Ginny, “great idea. How did you think of them?” she continued, sitting in the other navy bean bag chair.

“Our parents sent us green ones as a congratulations present,” I answered.

“Come on, Hermione, sit down,” Ginny said, “they’re really, really comfortable. Good memory. How do you remember them?”

“We sit in them whenever we’re in the common room, by the fireplace,” Anne explained, flopping into a silver bean bag, “and I always have to light a fire. We FREEZE.”

“It’s a very good thing that you taught us how to light fires with magic, since we don’t’ have any matches,” I told Professor Hermione, who was cautiously sitting down on the last remaining bean bag chair.

“You’re welcome. Wow, these are so comfortable!” She exclaimed.

Professor Ginny looked at her watch. “They should be here in about a minute,” she estimated.

“Who?” asked Anne. I laughed.

“The guests of honor, Anne. Duh! You only dragged me up here before I finished dinner!” I rolled my eyes and laughed again.

“Oh yeah! I had forgotten. I got a bit caught up in the discussion.” We all laughed.

“Laughter is the medicine for the soul,” Professor Hermione began.

“—And the music to the heart,” finished Professor Ginny.

“Who said that?” I asked.

“Good question,” said Professor Hermione. “I don’t know the answer. I can’t remember it right now,” she admitted, smiling and shrugging. We laughed again.

“Did you know that it is a proven, scientific fact that laughing prevents cancer?” asked Anne. There was a general murmur of how that was wonderful and no I haven’t heard that before.

“Ginny,” Professor Hermione asked suddenly, “where ARE they? Shouldn’t they be here by now?”

“I don’t know, and yes they should.”

“Oooo,” Anne said. She looked as though she was about to burst (which she probably was.)

“Um, why don’t we play a game to pass the time?” I suggested.

“Charades!” exclaimed Anne, Professor Ginny, and Professor Hermione simultaneously. They looked at each other and burst out laughing. I joined.

“Great minds think alike,” I said.

Then, (drum roll, please) a knock was heard on the door.

“Come in!” called the Professors.

The door opened, and in walked the guests of honor...

~~~End of chapter~~~

A/N: Ha ha, cliffhanger! Don’t you wish you knew who they were?

Good luck guessing.

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