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Title: The secret Truth about Cliché-Ville

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Complete Story Details:

Summary: What happens when things aren't what they're expected to be? That is the secret truth about Cliché-Ville. For Enomix; Happy Birthday! =)

Language: English

Category: FanFiction / Books/Movies / Harry Potter

Timeline: Who bothers timelines? ;P

Characters: OC/Cormac McLaggen

Genre: Adventure / Humour (but don't expect it to be 'Haha'-humorous – just don't take it too seriously ;) )

Rating: K+

Word Count: 8.114

A/N: This story is for the fabulous author and wonderful person ENOMIX! (Check out her stories, btw; each one is gorgeous and a great read. You won't regret it; read, read, read! =) ) Happy Birthday, Audrey! It's not quite what I wanted to write for you in the first place, it got a life of its own and turned out quite silly, but I kinda came to like it – I hope you'll enjoy it, too. ;)

Chapter Details:

Title Chapter 1: Celebro Animus

Words in Chapter 1: 1.375

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Part 1:

Celebro Animus

The air was thick with anticipation. No noise was to be heard and the few people in the dreary room all held their breaths. Suddenly there was a low whisper.
"This is it… if we won't survive this – well, I'd just like to say it was an honour to –"
"Would you just finish," Professor Snape barked at the small crowd of Gryffindors, that was gathering around a kettle. The group twitched and a rascally girl named Yerdua Rafsa took a deep breath before she poured some gooey, black liquid into the steaming brew. A small purple cloud appeared above the kettle and the potion made a gurgling noise; then it stilled again. The group of students jubilated; one was even busy doing a 'thank-the-Gods-dance'.
"It should have turned blue, not... purple. Now – silence!" Snape sneered and turned his back on the quickly silencing crowd.

"Yeah, that was nice, nice," Thelma Holmes muttered, trying to see something through the mess, she used to call 'hairstyle' on her head. "Yerry, would you help me," she eventually grunted. Yerdua, who stood on Thelma's right side sighed dramatically and tried half heartedly to free her friend from her own hair.
"I'd say it's time for a snack," Kenny Markham spoke up cheeringly. And as if on command the bell rang, causing the students to pack their things, clean their messes and eventually rush out of the classroom.

xxx

About half an hour later the three Gryffindors were strolling over the seemingly endless grounds of Hogwarts. Kenny picked dust from a burger and asked absently, "Does anybody have a fork?"
"Where did you get that from?" Yerry frowned, eyeing the burger suspiciously.
"It's the magic of the miraculous stomach. A gastric sensation, I'd say," Thelma mused, still messing with her hair.

"I see." Yerry scratched the back of her nose. "Anyway, I thought we could spend the afternoon by the lake?"
"Wha phou?"
"Excuse me? Ken, it's eating or speaking" Thelma threw the boy a severe gaze – as they suspected – and he swallowed.
"I'm sorry. So... What for, Yerry? So we can sit there the whole day with you being caught up in some useless scribbling in your notebook – again?" He raised an eyebrow at Yerry and took another huge bite of his mysterious burger.
"None of your business," Yerry replied and stole Kenny's burger, shoving the remaining piece into her mouth and heading for the lake.
"Hey, that was mine," Kenny cried after her, but she was already out of reach. Next to him Thelma stumbled over a stone – due to her hair-originating-nearly-blindness – but kept walking as if nothing ever happened and said wisely,
"Too little, too late"
Kenny threw the girls – or rather his lost burger a last melancholic gaze before he finally decided to follow, grunting.

xxx

'The dragon Does-Not-Much stood tall before the knight Mighty as he blew a blazing flame through his nostrils' Yerry tapped her pencil against her lower lip and gazed up in the air.
"Who? The dragon or the knight?" Thelma asked as she read the line in Yerry's journal over her shoulder.
"What the -? Get away from me! So, this you can see, huh?" Yerry grabbed her journal and closed it noisily, apparently angry with her friend for reading it without permission.

"Alright, I'm sorry. Don't freak out," Thelma said, swiftly holding up her hands in a defensive motion.
"Yeah, sure," Yerry said sarcastically. In a low, reluctant voice she added, "The dragon. ...of course"

Yerry wasn't exactly afraid of criticism from her friends. She would let them read her story; but there was a huge chance that they would find out about her secret. The identity of the knight Mighty...
Her eyes wandered over the meadow absently and got caught by the shining silhouette of a well-known – and quite dreaded boy.
"Bwaha, look at that. McLaggen and his fan club" Kenny chuckled and pointed at Cormac McLaggen who was surrounded by a bunch of pretty, or rather pretty brainless girls.
"Ha, oh, yes, didn't see that. What a – pfff..." Yerry ran a hand through her long hair and blushed a little. Noticing her friends' bewildered expressions she quickly changed the subject. "What about this Transfiguration homework? Got it done by now?" She looked from Thelma to Kenny and back, an overly friendly smile on her lips.
"Well, nah, not yet," Kenny replied, still not entirely convinced of Yerry's all-too-cool exterior, but getting distracted by the meaning of his own words. "Ugh, the class is tomorrow morning, right?" He took a thick, partially rotten book from his backpack and dropped it on the ground. The loud thud pulled Thelma from her thoughts and she frowned.
"Ken, don't you know that it's more effective to work in privacy – without any distraction, I mean" She blinked through the curtain of hair, that was covering most parts of her face.
"You just don't want to be the only one who hasn't got anything better to do," Kenny replied knowingly.
"Either way..." She shrugged before she turned to Yerry, who was already back into writing. "At least... let me help you," Thelma said smirking as she pulled the pencil from Yerry's hand.
"Hey!"
"Don't make a fuss. – Get going, Kenny," Thelma said and tossed the pencil to the boy, who had by now a dumbfounded look on his face. He shrugged helplessly and Thelma sighed. "My, you need some random object for the assignment. Now say your line"
"And what would that be?" Kenny stared at her, not even blinking.
"Do I have to do everything for you?"
"You've got no idea yourself, right?" Yerry grinned as she grabbed for the book. "Who wrote this?" She searched some pages, a deep frown on her forehead.
"Thelma, lemme tell you, if you wouldn't spend so much time in front of some mirror, doing whatever you're doing then – I honestly can't guess; you always look like you just fell out of bed anyway – then you woul- OW!" Kenny cried out, rubbing the sore spot on his shoulder. On the skin, under his shirt was a bluish-yellowish imprint of Thelma's fist appearing. "Killjoy"

"Okay, I admit, I can't find anything in here... Maybe if we try that one. It sounds – uh – fitting?" Yerry titled her head and gazed at page 394.
"What was the assignment again?" Kenny asked irritated.
"Something with 'bringing things to life with... blaaah' can't remember," Thelma mumbled, now looking through a gap as she parted the mass of hair before her eyes with both hands.
"Yeah, well, whatever, just like I said. – Now, try this one" Yerry pointed enthusiastically at the page.

"Okay... give it to me. ...is that an 'a'? – an 'o', oh, okay" Kenny cleared his throat noisily. He took his wand from his pocket and touched its tip to the pencil. In a cryptic voice he recited, "Celebro Animus!"
All three held their breaths and stared expectantly at the pencil. Nothing happened.
"Well, that was a fail," Thelma declared smiling like she'd told them so before.

About an hour and a few minutes later Kenny had managed to bring a tissue partially to what the three of them liked to call 'alive' – actually he just got it floating a little, but none bothered to accept it as a great success as all wanted to have dinner. ...and that's that.

xxx

This night, when Yerry lay still awake in her bed – trying to not lose patience with Thelma snoring energetically in the bed above her – she didn't pay attention to her nightstand on which her wand, and her old journal lay and next to it the pencil on which Kenny had tried to perform his homework.
Eventually Yerry got overwhelmed by sleep, even though Thelma's snoring could have woken a whole bunch of giants under the influence of tranquilizers.
Only seconds later the pencil began to rattle in its place and glow mysteriously. Suddenly it jumped up and hopped over the nightstand. Swiftly the pencil scribbled 'Lumos' on the white wooden tabletop and the wand obeyed, a soft light spreading from its tip.
With one swift motion of the surprisingly agile pencil the journal opened and the pencil scribbled itself into a frenzy that lasted the whole night until the sun had risen.