A House Homecoming for All

Andrew\'s pair of sixes fell to the ground with a soft swish and remained there until the five wizards and two witches were safely inside the grimey little cellar and Jessica quickly swooped them up and back in the case.

Andrew merely sat cross-legged and cute, continuing to shuffle the invisible rest of the cards that Jessica had already plucked from his grasp. Tiera remained steadfast in her expression of disbelief and gradually manouvered herself closer to Cait whose eyes were flitting back and forth between all of the imperious figures before them.

After slipping the deck back into Andrew\'s knapsaack, Jessica merriy waltzed back over to Cait, ushered her to step forward, being the eldest of the group, and offerred her hand.

Dumbledore graciously leant in and took hold firmly (even those finger bones were brittle) and shook with gusto.

\"Good to meet you - all of you,\" he stated simply and rested both hands together clasped before him.
\"My name is Prof. Dumbledore and I am headmaster of Hogwarts, school of-\"

\"What do you want with us!\" Andrew spontaneously shouted with all the tact of a rhino in heat. Chortling, once again, with the same blithering qualities that make up classic British predictability in the movies, Dumbledore slowly sidled up to Andrew in order to get a good look at him.

\"Ah, yes, Ravenclaw - always the inquisitor, aren\'t we?\" Andrew\'s face suddenly flushed with pleasure and he visbily shrunk as small as a six foot teen could. Pacing further around the group, Dumbledore stopped in front of wide-eyed Tiera, whose mind was racing as to how much money she\'d need to spend on therapy after this cruel shananigan had been fructified.

\"Ah, Hufflepuff - strange you should be so cynnical, oh well,\" Dumbledore stated happily and returned to those he\'s first greeted.

\"Excuse me, Headmaster,\" Snape piped up, whose voice again coincided with the airy ring of Malfoy\'s laughter, \"has the Sorting Hat retired and you soon to be its leather embodied replacement?\"

Struggling to keep a straight face, Snape remained sourly defined in the dim light of the damp underground cavern; Jessica\'s heart gave a leap.

\"Honestly, Severus, their physical characteristics still remain true to the founders of this school, believe it or not,\" Dumbledore sighed, taking Cait\'s hand eerily.

\"Ah, Gryffindor - our American no less! How does this night find you?\" Cait swallowed hard and tried not to focus too obviously upon the grizzled carbuncle receding from the old man\'s chin.

\"It\'s good, a little frightening... and cunfusing... but good...\" Cait\'s voice trembled as he finally released her poor, now diseased hand, reminding herself to wash it thoroughly before bed.

With a slight furrow in his brow, Dumbledore approached Jessica and stopped, stalk still in front of her, the cellar now completely silent with everyone thinking the same thing: This was Riddle\'s cousin.

Trying to put on a welcoming face, Dumbledore leant down and Jessica smiled up at him expectantly, greedy for her little verbal allignment to the quartet, but none came. Instead, Dumbledore turned to his passe (lol) and ushered them all to aquaint themselves with their pupil.

Jessica, still feeling thoroughly put out, stumbled back to reach for her bag when a long, dexterous hand grasped her shoulder gently and pulled her to the back of the room. Her bag hit her belly suddenly, not hard, just out of the blue and she looked up into four perilous eyes, glowing dangerously and opaquely, like damascene lanterns in the break of the dawn.

\"Thanks,\" she said simply and decided that she would reminiss upon this particular situation and physical formation of bodies that night alone in bed. Eyes bright and glinting with michief, Jessica\'s face burst into flame and she giggled unabashedly for awhile, glimpsing over at Cait to make sure she knew what she was missing.

After a bit of studying, Lucius decided to get right to the point.
\"So where are you from?\" Caught a bit off gaurd, Jessica stopped her hiccups and quirked her lips.

\"North.\"

\"Don\'t be smart, child,\" Snape chided, still darkly silloueted by the prenumbras\' lack of attentions.

\"Fort McMurray,\" Jessica stated more sternly, careful to make eye contact as best she could with the one she\'d heard so much about.

Irascible as always, Snape sulked in the lack of light and turned his face slightly so Jessica could make out just the corner of a cheek bone.

\"And where, for Merlin\'s sake, is that?\" Snape retorted, trying not to burst into spontaneous flames of resentment for being dragged out here after school when he had several more hours of marking ahead of him - that sexy masochist!

\"Alberta, Canada, sir.\"

\"You don\'t sound bloody Canadian,\" Lucius stated accusingly, interrogation style, leaning in to the quivering piece of femininity ripe for the taking.

\"My mum\'s English and so\'s the rest of the family in Canada - I\'m first generation,\" Jessica smiled, revealing her straight, bright teeth, inscisors glinting temptingly.

\"Well,\" Snape massaged his temples restlessly, \"I suppose that\'s better than being American.\"

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Over on the other side of the cellar, Minerva was talking strict regulations and adherances Cait knew she\'d be regretting later on for not paying attention to. However, Lupin\'s strangely daft yet primal alluring qualities seemed much more intriguing than learning how long a wand is on average and what sort of things she\'d need.

He was so rugged and fuzzy - a little thin perhaps, but raw and manly and just tall enough to straddle standing up - perfect. The unkemp look suited him quite well and out of the corner of her eye, she could see Jessica cornered between the cellar wall and two of the hottest men she\'d ever seen next to Lupin.

\"Well, at least Jess\'s dreams of a threesome might come true,\" Cait mused and turned her attention back to Lupin who was raptly enthralled with the same speech he\'d heard over a dozen times during his own attendence at Hogwarts - Minerva\'s voice reminded him of his mommy, before she\'d tried to eat him and Romulus.

Finally, after who knows how much blabbing had been accomplished, Cait was led outside where she was to be sent to a private room near Lupin\'s for the night until morning when, \"everyone will corroberate the information gathered form each of the descendents for record keeping, and school supplies will be purchased accordingly.\"
Happy to be following the delicately scented warewolf anywhere, Cait hummed comfortingly to herself, at the same time wondering what sort of pillows the school would supply her with.

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A/N: As for the pillow reference, come now, ladies - need I explain? Please R & R whenever you have the time :D