Brownies For Breakfast

Chapter Three: Aurors and Applesauce

DISCLAIMER: You know Harry Potter and his friends and teachers and the whole world that he exists in? Yeah, they aren't ours, and more's the pity. They belong to the utterly brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling-the lucky gal! We will return everybody and everything in a mostly recognizable state when we're done playing! We promise!

Cass here! Just to let you know, we have nicknames that might confuse. Sarah is Lex, and Renee is Cass (which is me!!!!). Just to clear up any confusion. Enjoy!
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***Friday Afternoon***

"Cass, if you poke me again, I'm going to kill you and kick your cooling corpse out of bed before I go back to sleep," Sarah growled as she was poked repeatedly on the shoulder.

"Applesauce..." Renee mumbled sleepily.

"Renee! Quick poking me!" Sarah snapped.

"M'not poking you damnit, you're poking me," Renee mumbled sleepily.

"I'm not touching you, you pyschotic twit. Now stop it!" Sarah demanded, sitting up in the bed.

"I'm not touching you, you crazy Puerto Rican witch!" Renee snapped back, reaching for her glasses and shoving them on her face.

"Well, if you're not poking me, who is? The boogieman?" Sarah snapped, reaching for her wand only to find it missing. "Where's my wand?" the irrate girl demanded.

"Lumos," came a male voice, the tip of his wand spilling a bright white light over the room. "Renee Lynn Tigris, Sarah Alexandria Pishon; you are hereby placed under arrest by the order of the Minister of Magic, Minister Cornelius Fudge," the wand-wielding man scowled.

"The who?" Renee asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"For what are we under arrest, please?" Sarah asked, far more coherent when waking than her companion.

"For wandless creation of a storm in a public place and endangering of the Muggle population of London," the man said, pulling the blanket back from them.

"What are you talking about?" Renee was still half awake and more than half confused. "I'm still sleepy," she said, trying to snuggle back into the pillow.

Several more voices-both male and female-cast the spell to shed more light on the room. "People are in here and we're half dressed," Renee complained, grabbing the first random outfit she could reach from her suitcase and stumbled towards the bathroom to change.

"Is she allowed to do that?" one female Auror whispered as the bathroom door slammed shut.

"Does it matter?" Sarah asked, grabbing a change of clothes as well, knocking before wandering into the bathroom.

"What do we do now, sir?" a young Auror asked as the half dozen gathered simply looked around the room.

Faltering slightly at the odd circumstances, he noticed their suitcases and purchases. "Gather their belongings. They are still in our custody and will be brought to the Ministry," the man scowled.


Several minutes later Sarah and Renee exited the bathroom clad in their new clothes, more than slightly irate at the rude awakening. "So, what did we do?" Renee asked, looking around for her purse. "I wasn't paying attention when you stated it eariler."

"You two are under arrest for the wandless creation of a severe storm in a public place and endangering of the Muggle population of London," the man restated.

"How is that a crime?" Sarah inquired, taking her bag from one of the Aurors and stuffing her sleeping clothes in it. "Here, Cass, put it with mine for now," she said, holding a hand out for her friend's clothes as the Auror holding Renee's bags wouldn't let her put anything in them.

"Thanks, Lex," Renee said, sitting on the bed to pull on her shoes as Sarah did the same.

"It is a crime because you wandlessly created a severe storm in the middle of Diagon Alley and endangered the entire Muggle population of London!" the head Auror snapped, his patience going thin.

"No we didn't," Sarah scowled, thinking back over the day's events before their nap.

"Uh, yes we did, actually," Renee said sheepishly, shrugging when Sarah glared at her.

"When?" Sarah demanded. As her sleep fogged brain completely kicked in, she scowled at the memory. "Oh. That."

"Yes, that," Renee said with a sigh, fighting momentarily with the coat rack to get her cloak back; then handing Sarah's cloak to her.

"Quick question," Sarah stuck her hand up in the air slightly. "How is that a crime and what's a Muggle?"

"It's a crime-" the head Auror began.

"Because we made a storm and endangered the Wubbles, we caught that," Renee said, waving her hand in irritation.

"Not Wubbles, Muggles," one of the female Aurors said.


"So, what's a Muggle?" Renee was still confused on what they were being accused of.

"What do you mean 'what's a Muggle'?" a female Auror looked doubtful of her question.

"Meaning 'what's a Muggle'!" Sarah scowled at the density of the officals.

"As in, we don't know what you're talking about," Renee said with a roll of her eyes.

"What do you mean you don't know what we're talking about?" the head Auror scowled fiercely, his foot tapping in irritation.

Both Sarah and Renee sighed, exchanging a glance. "What is a Muggle?" Sarah asked evenly, irritated more than slightly.

"You don't know what a Muggle is?" the same female Auror asked, still trying to figure out if they were joking or not.

"Do you think we would continue in this circular conversation if we did?!" Sarah responded in an acidic tone.

"What the hell is a MUGGLE?!" Renee shouted after a moment of silence.

"Non-magic folk," several of the Aurors said at once.

"Oh," Sarah and Renee chorused, thinking for a moment.

"That make a little more sense," Sarah said, standing from the bed. "Why did it take ten minutes to get that answer?"

"That's more logical. Well, then, I guess we did conjure the storm and endanger Muggles. Oopsie," Renee shrugged. "I'd say we didn't do it on purpose, but we did. It's Draco's fault."

"Draco Malfoy?" the head Auror demanded.

"Is there more than one?" Sarah shuddered at the thought.

"No, but what does he have to do with it?" the Auror asked.

"Everything, simply everything," the Americans said in unision.

"Be that as it may, you two are still under arrest," the head Auror said, leading them out of the room.

"Whatever," Renee and Sarah shrugged, following them out the door as directed.


As the six Aurors led their captives down into the main area of the Leaky Cauldron, Fred and George glanced up at Hermoine's gasp.

"Wait a second..." Harry said.

"Isn't that?" Ginny asked, elbowing Ron in the ribs.

"What the...?" Fred and George chorused.

"Maybe you should run into work for a moment, dear," Mrs. Weasley said, waving confusedly in return as Sarah and Renee waved at them from within the circle of officals.

"What is going on? What did they do?" Hermione nearly rose to question the Aurors herself, but they stepped into the fireplace to Floo to the Ministry of Magic.

"What in the bloody hell did they do?" Fred and George asked aloud.

"Bye Weasleys, and Harry and Hermione!" Renee called, waving over the shoulders of the Aurors.

"I'm confused," Ginny said. "Really confused."



Lex speaking.
Left you hanging, huh? Keep reading!

Cass here!
Applesause. *laugh* Seriously though, at least I didn't fall out of bed! Well, this time at least. Hey Lex, yoga ball. *snickers* Maybe that will work itself in here somewhere. Gods know that it seems everything else random and stupid that happens to us (or will happen to us in some stupid form) in reality happens here! Short chappy, we know, but we're posting the next one right behind it to keep ya'll up to date. Verbal war anyone? *grin*
Love and hugs and all that jazz!
Cass

Lex speaking, again.
Kicking cooling corpses out of bed sounds like fun, ne?