0045: The Merging of Two Worlds - Kalysta Weasley
Ho hum.
TITLE: The Merging of Two Worlds
PERPETRATOR: Emmy Frances
SUE-O-METER: (how bad is it?)
WRITING:
SUEAGE:
WRONGNESS:
FULL NAME: Kalysta Weasley
SPECIES: Human/Witch
HAIR: "beautiful, golden blonde hair"
EYES: "unrealistically aqua blue eyes"
MARKINGS: none
POSESSIONS: none
ORIGIN: The Weasley Cousin from California. Uh-huh. Her dad refused to tell her she was a witch and wouldn't let her own anything magical (not even an 'opuk'. Your guess is as good as mine), so it was up to a hotel-owning wizard to teach her stuff.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Ron's cousin. Harry's in lust with her, but nobody else seems to like her.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Bizarre use of a summoning charm, and a magical dressing spell. The latter allows her to get changed in front of boys without them seeing anything. I am totally serious.
NOTES: Do they not have wizarding schools in California?
SAMPLE:
The blonde girl stood in the compartment doorway confused. Everyone stood silent for what seemed like forever. How could she not know about her aunt, uncle, and seven cousins? Malfoy finally ended the deafening silence. "I don't blame you for denying your relation to the Muggle loving Weasely family," he said with a snicker. "I would too."
"I'm not denyin' anything; I really don't have any other family besides my dad."
"What about your mum?" Hermione asked. Ron poked his elbow in her side; she shouldn't have said anything.
"What about her?" Kalysta snapped. Hermione jumped back. She didn't seem too happy to have her brought up.
"So-sorry."
"Do you really not know about the rest of your family?" Malfoy asked with hint in voice as if he was enjoying this. Kalysta just shook her head. Malfoy just laughed. "It's all over the paper! Everyone knows that you're the Weasely cousin from
California."
Kalysta turned to Ron. "Am I really your cousin?"
"Yeah."
"I can't believe, of all things for him to keep from me, he had to not tell me this!"
"What do you mean?" Ron asked.
"My dad doesn't tell me shit! He wouldn't even tell me I was a witch. Mr. Lowery told me, and taught me everything I know."
"Who's Mr. Lowery?" asked Hermione. Kalysta gave her glare.
"He and his family lived in the same house. My dad owned a huge house with rooms he rented out. A lot people use it as like summer home, or hotel. It was so he could do his 'Muggle Study'. I have no idea what he does locked up in his room all the time. It was the Lowery's that practically raised me. My dad never let own anything magical. Not even an opuk."
"A what?" Malfoy sneered. "There's no such thing."
"You're still standing there?"
"Yes. I never got to introduce myself." Malfoy had an odd look in his eyes. He was attracted to her! "I'm Malfoy; Draco Malfoy."
"Well, Malfoy-"
"Please, call me Draco."
"Whatever. You're invading my personal bubble," she made an imaginary circle around with her arms. "I want you to leave."
"Only if come with me," Malfoy said trying to be slick.
She walked up to him, face to face. She looked as though she was about to kiss him. Then she turned, and jabbed her elbow his stomach. Malfoy fell down gasping for breath. His henchmen bent down to assist. The door to the compartment slammed behind Kalysta. "Prick," she said under her breath. Ron looked delighted to see his enemy get his ass kicked by a girl.
"Sorry, I hate to get violent in front people I haven't met." She turned to Ron. "You're my cousin aren't you?"
"Ron."
"Then she turned to Harry, ignoring Hermione. "And you are?"
"Harry, Harry Potter." Harry was excepting her eyes to shift to his scar, but they didn't.
"The Harry Potter," Hermione added.
"Remember, I just got here. I don't know who's who here." She snapped.
"But everyone knows that Harry is the downfall of 'You-Know-Who'."
"No I don't know who!" Kalysta was getting really flustered at Hermione now.
"How can you not know who Harry is? He's one of the most famous wizards!" Ron added.
"I've been raised as a Muggle. How am I supposed to know anything or anyone?" At that everyone went silent. She sat down next to Harry with arms crossed and her mini backpack in her lap. She sat and glared Hermione. Hermione glared back.
After about twenty minutes of the crazy silence, Hermione tried to friendly with Kalysta.
"That's a very nice charm bracelet you have. What kind of charms are they?"
"I don't know." She was now looking out the window.
Hermione got up towards Kalysta. "Maybe I can figure it out." She tried picking up her wrist, but Kalysta smacked her.
"Don't touch me!"
"I was only trying to help you. I thought maybe you'd like to know what they meant."
"Well I don't!"
Hermione had her eyes fixed on Kalysta. "Ron, I think I'll go change into robes. Come with me please."
"You don't need my help," he complained.
"Ron, now," she said sternly. Hermione got up and Ron followed.
"Dude, she's got you whipped!" said Kalysta. Ron just gave her a confused look. Harry dared not asked what she meant.
The two sat in silence. Harry didn't know what to say, or do. Kalysta just looked out the window.
"The trees here are so fluffy." Harry didn't comment. "I'm so used to seeing spiky trees, and sand. Here, it's so.green!"
"What was it like in California," Harry asked, hoping she wouldn't bite his head off like she did to Hermione.
"Very warm and sunny. I lived on the beach." She shivered. "Maybe I should get into robes too. It might be warmer then what I'm wearing now." She opened her bag and pulled out her wand. "Accio robes!"
Within an instant her robes were sitting in a neatly folded pile next to her. She outstretched her arms and mumbled something Harry couldn't make out. Harry had to look twice; her robes were on her and the clothes she was wearing were out of sight.
"It took me forever to get that one down. It really came in handy when I had to change quickly for dance show." She went into her bag again. "Here are some pictures."
There were pictures of her in a cheerleading uniform, groups of her friends from prom, a really good looking guy in a football uniform. On the back it said To Kal with love, Chris.
"Oh, that's Chris. He's my boyfriend.well, ex-boyfriend now. And my friends all called me Kal. You can all me that too if you want."
Harry looked down at his watch. "The train should be pulling in anytime now. I need to change into robes. You should go with Hagrid to be sorted with the first years. Hope you make Gryffindor!" Harry left the compartment with Kal confused. He knew that she'd figure it out.
As soon as Harry changed he caught up with Ron and Hermione. "Hey, why didn't come back?"
"Why do you think?" Hermione asked sarcastically.
"Kal's not all that bad."
"You're on nickname basis with her?" asked Ron. Harry shook his head
"It's going to be an interesting sorting ceremony," said a cold voice from behind them. It was Malfoy. "Can't wait to see where Kalysta is placed." Malfoy turned and got into a horseless carriage with Crabbe and Goyle. Harry, Ron, and Hermione got into one of there own with what Malfoy just said stuck in their minds. What did he mean by that?
"You don't think Malfoy meant they he believes Kal will be sorted into- "Harry started but Hermione interrupted.
"I hope so! I would hate to have to share a dorm room with her!" It was silent the rest of the way to the castle.
They sat down at the Gryffindor table. Hermione still had a flustered look on her face. The doors to the great Hall opened. McGonagall, followed by the first years and Kal paraded in. All the first years gazed up at the ceiling in amazement. Kal didn't seem to care.
"Now before I sort the fist year students, I'd like to sort Kalysta Weasely. Please come up. Now when you come up, I will put the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses."
Kal went up and sat on the stool. She sat there for maybe a second when the hat shouted out her house. "Slytherin!"
Disclaimer! I do not own Harry Potter or any characters EXCEPT Brecklans, Breckahlonia and all it's inhabitants, opuks, the Lowery family, and half Kalysta "Kal" Weasely and Arnold Weasely. They are added characters base off the already existing Weasely family. These are mine, mine, mine! But everything else came from the mind of the ever so brilliant J.K. Rowling!
TITLE: The Merging of Two Worlds
PERPETRATOR: Emmy Frances
SUE-O-METER: (how bad is it?)
WRITING:
SUEAGE:
WRONGNESS:
FULL NAME: Kalysta Weasley
SPECIES: Human/Witch
HAIR: "beautiful, golden blonde hair"
EYES: "unrealistically aqua blue eyes"
MARKINGS: none
POSESSIONS: none
ORIGIN: The Weasley Cousin from California. Uh-huh. Her dad refused to tell her she was a witch and wouldn't let her own anything magical (not even an 'opuk'. Your guess is as good as mine), so it was up to a hotel-owning wizard to teach her stuff.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Ron's cousin. Harry's in lust with her, but nobody else seems to like her.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Bizarre use of a summoning charm, and a magical dressing spell. The latter allows her to get changed in front of boys without them seeing anything. I am totally serious.
NOTES: Do they not have wizarding schools in California?
SAMPLE:
The blonde girl stood in the compartment doorway confused. Everyone stood silent for what seemed like forever. How could she not know about her aunt, uncle, and seven cousins? Malfoy finally ended the deafening silence. "I don't blame you for denying your relation to the Muggle loving Weasely family," he said with a snicker. "I would too."
"I'm not denyin' anything; I really don't have any other family besides my dad."
"What about your mum?" Hermione asked. Ron poked his elbow in her side; she shouldn't have said anything.
"What about her?" Kalysta snapped. Hermione jumped back. She didn't seem too happy to have her brought up.
"So-sorry."
"Do you really not know about the rest of your family?" Malfoy asked with hint in voice as if he was enjoying this. Kalysta just shook her head. Malfoy just laughed. "It's all over the paper! Everyone knows that you're the Weasely cousin from
California."
Kalysta turned to Ron. "Am I really your cousin?"
"Yeah."
"I can't believe, of all things for him to keep from me, he had to not tell me this!"
"What do you mean?" Ron asked.
"My dad doesn't tell me shit! He wouldn't even tell me I was a witch. Mr. Lowery told me, and taught me everything I know."
"Who's Mr. Lowery?" asked Hermione. Kalysta gave her glare.
"He and his family lived in the same house. My dad owned a huge house with rooms he rented out. A lot people use it as like summer home, or hotel. It was so he could do his 'Muggle Study'. I have no idea what he does locked up in his room all the time. It was the Lowery's that practically raised me. My dad never let own anything magical. Not even an opuk."
"A what?" Malfoy sneered. "There's no such thing."
"You're still standing there?"
"Yes. I never got to introduce myself." Malfoy had an odd look in his eyes. He was attracted to her! "I'm Malfoy; Draco Malfoy."
"Well, Malfoy-"
"Please, call me Draco."
"Whatever. You're invading my personal bubble," she made an imaginary circle around with her arms. "I want you to leave."
"Only if come with me," Malfoy said trying to be slick.
She walked up to him, face to face. She looked as though she was about to kiss him. Then she turned, and jabbed her elbow his stomach. Malfoy fell down gasping for breath. His henchmen bent down to assist. The door to the compartment slammed behind Kalysta. "Prick," she said under her breath. Ron looked delighted to see his enemy get his ass kicked by a girl.
"Sorry, I hate to get violent in front people I haven't met." She turned to Ron. "You're my cousin aren't you?"
"Ron."
"Then she turned to Harry, ignoring Hermione. "And you are?"
"Harry, Harry Potter." Harry was excepting her eyes to shift to his scar, but they didn't.
"The Harry Potter," Hermione added.
"Remember, I just got here. I don't know who's who here." She snapped.
"But everyone knows that Harry is the downfall of 'You-Know-Who'."
"No I don't know who!" Kalysta was getting really flustered at Hermione now.
"How can you not know who Harry is? He's one of the most famous wizards!" Ron added.
"I've been raised as a Muggle. How am I supposed to know anything or anyone?" At that everyone went silent. She sat down next to Harry with arms crossed and her mini backpack in her lap. She sat and glared Hermione. Hermione glared back.
After about twenty minutes of the crazy silence, Hermione tried to friendly with Kalysta.
"That's a very nice charm bracelet you have. What kind of charms are they?"
"I don't know." She was now looking out the window.
Hermione got up towards Kalysta. "Maybe I can figure it out." She tried picking up her wrist, but Kalysta smacked her.
"Don't touch me!"
"I was only trying to help you. I thought maybe you'd like to know what they meant."
"Well I don't!"
Hermione had her eyes fixed on Kalysta. "Ron, I think I'll go change into robes. Come with me please."
"You don't need my help," he complained.
"Ron, now," she said sternly. Hermione got up and Ron followed.
"Dude, she's got you whipped!" said Kalysta. Ron just gave her a confused look. Harry dared not asked what she meant.
The two sat in silence. Harry didn't know what to say, or do. Kalysta just looked out the window.
"The trees here are so fluffy." Harry didn't comment. "I'm so used to seeing spiky trees, and sand. Here, it's so.green!"
"What was it like in California," Harry asked, hoping she wouldn't bite his head off like she did to Hermione.
"Very warm and sunny. I lived on the beach." She shivered. "Maybe I should get into robes too. It might be warmer then what I'm wearing now." She opened her bag and pulled out her wand. "Accio robes!"
Within an instant her robes were sitting in a neatly folded pile next to her. She outstretched her arms and mumbled something Harry couldn't make out. Harry had to look twice; her robes were on her and the clothes she was wearing were out of sight.
"It took me forever to get that one down. It really came in handy when I had to change quickly for dance show." She went into her bag again. "Here are some pictures."
There were pictures of her in a cheerleading uniform, groups of her friends from prom, a really good looking guy in a football uniform. On the back it said To Kal with love, Chris.
"Oh, that's Chris. He's my boyfriend.well, ex-boyfriend now. And my friends all called me Kal. You can all me that too if you want."
Harry looked down at his watch. "The train should be pulling in anytime now. I need to change into robes. You should go with Hagrid to be sorted with the first years. Hope you make Gryffindor!" Harry left the compartment with Kal confused. He knew that she'd figure it out.
As soon as Harry changed he caught up with Ron and Hermione. "Hey, why didn't come back?"
"Why do you think?" Hermione asked sarcastically.
"Kal's not all that bad."
"You're on nickname basis with her?" asked Ron. Harry shook his head
"It's going to be an interesting sorting ceremony," said a cold voice from behind them. It was Malfoy. "Can't wait to see where Kalysta is placed." Malfoy turned and got into a horseless carriage with Crabbe and Goyle. Harry, Ron, and Hermione got into one of there own with what Malfoy just said stuck in their minds. What did he mean by that?
"You don't think Malfoy meant they he believes Kal will be sorted into- "Harry started but Hermione interrupted.
"I hope so! I would hate to have to share a dorm room with her!" It was silent the rest of the way to the castle.
They sat down at the Gryffindor table. Hermione still had a flustered look on her face. The doors to the great Hall opened. McGonagall, followed by the first years and Kal paraded in. All the first years gazed up at the ceiling in amazement. Kal didn't seem to care.
"Now before I sort the fist year students, I'd like to sort Kalysta Weasely. Please come up. Now when you come up, I will put the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses."
Kal went up and sat on the stool. She sat there for maybe a second when the hat shouted out her house. "Slytherin!"
Disclaimer! I do not own Harry Potter or any characters EXCEPT Brecklans, Breckahlonia and all it's inhabitants, opuks, the Lowery family, and half Kalysta "Kal" Weasely and Arnold Weasely. They are added characters base off the already existing Weasely family. These are mine, mine, mine! But everything else came from the mind of the ever so brilliant J.K. Rowling!