The 4th Day of Christmas
On the Fourth day of Christmas someone wrote for me
Four Crossovers
Three serenades
Two smutty drabbles
And a fic that's rather angsty
Author's Note: I have discovered that whenever I write something that involves Chalet School characters, the Chalet School part takes over, so it's always in the style of the Chalet School stories. Don't know why, but so it is.
CS/MT
Mary-Lou
G
230 words
“You’ll look after the new girl, I know.” Miss Annersley smiled at Mary-Lou Trelawney.
“Of course,” said Mary-Lou readily. “But what’s her..” The telephone rang, and Miss Annersley nodded a dismissal.
“…name?” finished Mary-Lou to herself. Then she shrugged. If there was only one new girl, it wouldn’t be too difficult to find her. She strolled into the common room, and immediately saw that its only occupant was a stranger to her: a small, timid-looking girl, who upon Mary-Lou’s arrival jumped nearly out of her skin and said nervously
“Oh! I’m sorry…I…”
Mary-Lou smiled broadly at her and said cheerfully
“You must be the new girl. What’s your name? I’m Mary-Lou.”
The new girl looked shocked.
“I’m…” She hesitated, and Mary-Lou said encouragingly
“It’s all right, I won’t eat you. Nor even disbelieve you!”
The new girl tried to smile, but it was a poor effort.
“Yes, but you see - I’m Mary-Lou.”
Mary-Lou stared. For a moment she was entirely flummoxed. At that second, the common room door opened and the rest of the Middles piled in.
“Mary-Lou!” screamed an auburn haired girl. “Oh, and who’s this?” She gave a frankly curious look at the new girl, and Mary-Lou Trelawney rose to the occasion. Her face straight but her eyes dancing, she said
“Everyone! I want to introduce you to Mary-Lou!”
Then she sat back and watched the effect.
CS/HP
Con Maynard/Harry Potter
PG
128 words
Con Maynard had never expected to fall in love. More to the point, she had never in her wildest fantasies (and Con, privately, could get pretty wild) expected to fall in love with a thin black-haired boy who, when she asked what his job was, had said apologetically that he was an Auror, and explained - even more apologetically - that this was a type of wizard.
This should have been enough to sever any liking at its root. Con was a devout Catholic girl. Wizards did not exist - or if they did, then they were followers of Satan and to be shunned under all circumstances. Was this, Con wondered, to be her equivalent of Margot’s ‘devil’? Then Harry Potter smiled at her and she found she didn’t care.
CS/HP
The Triplets and Hermione
G
347 words
“I don’t care what either of you say. I don’t like her.”
Margot’s chin jutted obstinately as she faced her sisters. Len and Con looked at her anxiously, but for a moment there was silence. Con was - finally - learning to think before she spoke, and Len was torn between her head, which told her that Margot shouldn’t say things like that about a new girl, and her heart, which had a sneaking private sympathy with her.
Hermione Granger wasn’t the usual run of new girl. Maybe she was shy, but she buried it well beneath a veneer of academic confidence; and Len, who was all too used to topping the class, found it difficult to be outshone by Hermione’s word-perfect answer to every question. It wasn’t just her accuracy, however, but the way she almost demanded to answer every question; and the way the mistresses were beginning to turn to her each time.
Con’s voice broke across Len’s musing.
“She’s only been here three weeks. She’s just got to get used to Chalet School ways. It’s not fair to judge her yet.”
Len pulled herself together.
“Con’s right, Margot. We need to give her a chance.”
But Margot’s eyes glinted as they rested on her eldest sister.
“You don’t like her any more than I do,” she accused.
Len was flustered by her sister’s direct accusation.
“That’s not true,” she denied instinctively, if not with her usual whole-hearted truthfulness. “She just needs time to settle in and I’m sure we’ll all like her perfectly well.”
“You are?” asked Margot. “All right then.” Her blue eyes met Len’s wood-violet ones in challenge. “Prove it.”
“What d’you mean?” asked Con curiously, and her sister turned her way.
“Why, if Len’s so fond of Hermione, let her be her friend. Let her spend - oh, lots of time with her. Let her prove it.”
And Len, torn between an unacknowledged stubbornness not to be caught in the wrong and a guilty feeling that perhaps Hermione actually WAS lonely and in need of a friend, could find nothing to do but agree.
CS/HP
Joey and Voldemort
G
244 words
“I saw the strangest man earlier.” Thus Joey, at the breakfast table in the Penny Rest, to her family.
“Mm-hmm?” Jack looked up vaguely from his paper.
“Oh Jack!” exclaimed Joey tolerantly. “I don’t believe you’re listening to a word I say!”
“He is, aren’t you Papa?” Con was ever quick to defend her father; and Joey was amused to see the quick nudge she gave him. He looked up.
“A strange man. Jo, if I’m supposed to take notice every time you make a new friend, I’ll never have a moment’s peace.”
“Oh, he wasn’t a friend,” said Joey insouciantly. “In fact, I got the impression that he thought I was a nuisance. He was on the beach looking up at the impossible cave - you know the one - so, being me, I went over to chat to him about it. Very unfriendly, he was - not to mention being a little mad, poor fellow,” she added charitably. “ ‘Lord Voldemort needs no help from Muggles like you,’ he said - or some such nonsense. Poor chap: he clearly believes he’s a Lord, but I’m certain you won’t find his name in any peerage. An odd looking fellow, too,” she continued thoughtfully. “Black hair, and such strangely intense eyes. They looked almost red. Ah well, he’s no one important…”
*
When, in her later years, Jo read of the strange horrific deaths in the papers, she never realised the relevence to the stranger she’d once met.
Four Crossovers
Three serenades
Two smutty drabbles
And a fic that's rather angsty
Author's Note: I have discovered that whenever I write something that involves Chalet School characters, the Chalet School part takes over, so it's always in the style of the Chalet School stories. Don't know why, but so it is.
CS/MT
Mary-Lou
G
230 words
“You’ll look after the new girl, I know.” Miss Annersley smiled at Mary-Lou Trelawney.
“Of course,” said Mary-Lou readily. “But what’s her..” The telephone rang, and Miss Annersley nodded a dismissal.
“…name?” finished Mary-Lou to herself. Then she shrugged. If there was only one new girl, it wouldn’t be too difficult to find her. She strolled into the common room, and immediately saw that its only occupant was a stranger to her: a small, timid-looking girl, who upon Mary-Lou’s arrival jumped nearly out of her skin and said nervously
“Oh! I’m sorry…I…”
Mary-Lou smiled broadly at her and said cheerfully
“You must be the new girl. What’s your name? I’m Mary-Lou.”
The new girl looked shocked.
“I’m…” She hesitated, and Mary-Lou said encouragingly
“It’s all right, I won’t eat you. Nor even disbelieve you!”
The new girl tried to smile, but it was a poor effort.
“Yes, but you see - I’m Mary-Lou.”
Mary-Lou stared. For a moment she was entirely flummoxed. At that second, the common room door opened and the rest of the Middles piled in.
“Mary-Lou!” screamed an auburn haired girl. “Oh, and who’s this?” She gave a frankly curious look at the new girl, and Mary-Lou Trelawney rose to the occasion. Her face straight but her eyes dancing, she said
“Everyone! I want to introduce you to Mary-Lou!”
Then she sat back and watched the effect.
CS/HP
Con Maynard/Harry Potter
PG
128 words
Con Maynard had never expected to fall in love. More to the point, she had never in her wildest fantasies (and Con, privately, could get pretty wild) expected to fall in love with a thin black-haired boy who, when she asked what his job was, had said apologetically that he was an Auror, and explained - even more apologetically - that this was a type of wizard.
This should have been enough to sever any liking at its root. Con was a devout Catholic girl. Wizards did not exist - or if they did, then they were followers of Satan and to be shunned under all circumstances. Was this, Con wondered, to be her equivalent of Margot’s ‘devil’? Then Harry Potter smiled at her and she found she didn’t care.
CS/HP
The Triplets and Hermione
G
347 words
“I don’t care what either of you say. I don’t like her.”
Margot’s chin jutted obstinately as she faced her sisters. Len and Con looked at her anxiously, but for a moment there was silence. Con was - finally - learning to think before she spoke, and Len was torn between her head, which told her that Margot shouldn’t say things like that about a new girl, and her heart, which had a sneaking private sympathy with her.
Hermione Granger wasn’t the usual run of new girl. Maybe she was shy, but she buried it well beneath a veneer of academic confidence; and Len, who was all too used to topping the class, found it difficult to be outshone by Hermione’s word-perfect answer to every question. It wasn’t just her accuracy, however, but the way she almost demanded to answer every question; and the way the mistresses were beginning to turn to her each time.
Con’s voice broke across Len’s musing.
“She’s only been here three weeks. She’s just got to get used to Chalet School ways. It’s not fair to judge her yet.”
Len pulled herself together.
“Con’s right, Margot. We need to give her a chance.”
But Margot’s eyes glinted as they rested on her eldest sister.
“You don’t like her any more than I do,” she accused.
Len was flustered by her sister’s direct accusation.
“That’s not true,” she denied instinctively, if not with her usual whole-hearted truthfulness. “She just needs time to settle in and I’m sure we’ll all like her perfectly well.”
“You are?” asked Margot. “All right then.” Her blue eyes met Len’s wood-violet ones in challenge. “Prove it.”
“What d’you mean?” asked Con curiously, and her sister turned her way.
“Why, if Len’s so fond of Hermione, let her be her friend. Let her spend - oh, lots of time with her. Let her prove it.”
And Len, torn between an unacknowledged stubbornness not to be caught in the wrong and a guilty feeling that perhaps Hermione actually WAS lonely and in need of a friend, could find nothing to do but agree.
CS/HP
Joey and Voldemort
G
244 words
“I saw the strangest man earlier.” Thus Joey, at the breakfast table in the Penny Rest, to her family.
“Mm-hmm?” Jack looked up vaguely from his paper.
“Oh Jack!” exclaimed Joey tolerantly. “I don’t believe you’re listening to a word I say!”
“He is, aren’t you Papa?” Con was ever quick to defend her father; and Joey was amused to see the quick nudge she gave him. He looked up.
“A strange man. Jo, if I’m supposed to take notice every time you make a new friend, I’ll never have a moment’s peace.”
“Oh, he wasn’t a friend,” said Joey insouciantly. “In fact, I got the impression that he thought I was a nuisance. He was on the beach looking up at the impossible cave - you know the one - so, being me, I went over to chat to him about it. Very unfriendly, he was - not to mention being a little mad, poor fellow,” she added charitably. “ ‘Lord Voldemort needs no help from Muggles like you,’ he said - or some such nonsense. Poor chap: he clearly believes he’s a Lord, but I’m certain you won’t find his name in any peerage. An odd looking fellow, too,” she continued thoughtfully. “Black hair, and such strangely intense eyes. They looked almost red. Ah well, he’s no one important…”
*
When, in her later years, Jo read of the strange horrific deaths in the papers, she never realised the relevence to the stranger she’d once met.