2003 - Year of the Wham (or, 'Trewlaney's Travels')
:::This chapter is dedicated to my uncle who was diagnosed with leukemia last week:::
Chapter Four - The Freedom of Pink
It had started to rain and Professor Trewlaney shivered, standing under the eaves of a convenience store.
"Support meh Yale fund?"
Professor Trewlaney looked down, confused. Sitting on a piece of tarp on the sidewalk was a pale, skinny man with a round head that was completely bald except for a long mustache. He wore a silky black evening gown, winter boots, and a huge sombrero.
"Excuse me?"
"Yale! I wanna go to Yale. I'm going to be an animal gynecologist!"
She wrinkled her nose, "I don't have any money. I just escaped from a muggle psy-cha...psy-chee...nuthouse," she finished, a little embarrassed.
"Hey, me too, man!" he replied, holding out his hand to shake hers, "Hey man, we gotta stick out for each other, eh? We can't let 'Them' drag us over to 'Their' side."
He gave her a knowing look and pointed to the large refrigerator box next to him, "You can share my box, sister."
Professor Trewlaney shrugged and hopped into the box, hugging her knees up to her chest, "Comfy."
He winked and pulled out a ukulele from under a tattered blanket and strummed a few chords.
"Nooobody knows, the truffles I've seen..."
Trewlaney's head perked up, "Hey, I love that song!" she exclaimed, joining in.
After their singing the man smiled, revealing a couple of missing teeth, "What's your name, sweetie?"
"Sybill."
"I'm Chauncey, and I'm leaving here," he answered thoughtfully, spreading the tarp out on the concrete and laying down.
"Really? Where are you going? Maybe I could go with you," Trewlaney said.
"Yale, weren't you paying attention, man?" he barked angrily.
"Oh, sorry," she replied.
"I've almost got enough, too," he added, opening his hand to reveal about three pounds.
*****
The next morning, Trewlaney awoke after a passerby dropped a burning cigarette in her box. It had almost burnt a hole in her sleeve when Chauncey threw a handful of puddle-water on her.
"Wake up, man, we gotta pack."
She rose and groaned, stiff and sore from sleeping in a box all night. The street was now filled with people. She was so hungry, she conjured herself a few strips of bacon and ate them quietly, huge eyes surveying the Muggles with mild interest.
"Hey, man, whatcha got?" Chauncey asked, folding his tarp and blanket and putting hem in the box, "Food? Awesome, where'd ya get it?"
"Um...off the road," she said plainly.
"Aw, man, that's the best kind!" he said excitedly, sitting down next to her in the box and grabbing a piece.
After they had eater, Chauncey picked up the box and lifted it over his head awkwardly. Trewlaney followed, picking up random pieces of gum on the sidewalk and chewing them happily. Finally they came upon a lovely city park.
Chauncey smiled with satisfaction. He set down the box on the concrete roller blade path that wound through the park. A polished wood sign nearby read "YALE PARK".
"Isn't it beautiful?" he asked, blinking away tears (awwww).
"We walked all this way to go to some ridiculous muggle park?" she grunted disappointedly, not caring that she had said the word 'Muggle' aloud.
"Hey, man, this is the only place free of the constrictions and stifling laws of this government, which is all part of the conspiracy to get rid of the colour pink."
"The colour pink?" Trewlaney asked, a bewildered expression on her face.
"Yeah, man. See, 'They' don't want the colour pink giving us all these radical ideas, see? It's like red, but it's pulling away from the redness to become it's own colour - working towards freedom in an unaccepting and cruel society," he nodded knowingly, his eyes serious.
"You got all that from the colour pink?"
"Hey, man, I sit on the street in a box all day, I have a lot of time to think about these things."
"Oh, good point," she said, sitting down on a bench, "Well, what are you going to do here?"
"Sybill, Sybill, Sybill," he muttered in a disappointed way, "Haven't you been listening to me at all?"
He pulled out the pocket change he had showed her earlier, "Isn't it obvious? I'm going to buy a corn dog!"
"What?"
Chauncey frowned, slightly put out, "Well, I'm buying a snow cone, too."
"This is ridiculous," Professor Trewlaney pouted.
"Fine! Don't come then! I don't care! Don't come crying to me when you're craving a tapioca-filled corn dog with bean dip and a kumquat-flavoured snow cone! Just remember this - I shared my box with you."
And with that he turned on his heel and stomped off toward a rotund and sunburned hot dog vendor who seemed to be missing an ear.
Trewlaney sighed and watched as people passed her by without notice. She pulled Douglas' retainer out of her pocket and held it to her chest, lovingly.
"Oh, Dougie, I wish you were here," she said sadly.
She put the droolsome piece of metal back in her pocket just as a lady in a black dress and veil hobbled over to her, peering at her curiously.
"You lost, dear?"
She looked up, "Yeah, I guess. I don't know my way around...I haven't been outside in 42 years," she replied plainly.
"None of us have, dear, none of us have," she said, in a way that made Trewlaney wonder is she'd actually heard what she said.
"How about you come over to my flat and I'll make you some tea, dearie," she offered, taking her arm and pulling her up.
Trewlaney nodded wearily and walked across the street with the woman to a large building and walked inside, just as Chauncey got hit with a Frisbee.
WHAM
~~~This is my FAVOURITE chapter in the whole fan fiction (which has seven chapters) so please, please PLEASE review it! Chauncey will love you for ever!!~~~
:::This chapter is dedicated to my uncle who was diagnosed with leukemia last week:::
Chapter Four - The Freedom of Pink
It had started to rain and Professor Trewlaney shivered, standing under the eaves of a convenience store.
"Support meh Yale fund?"
Professor Trewlaney looked down, confused. Sitting on a piece of tarp on the sidewalk was a pale, skinny man with a round head that was completely bald except for a long mustache. He wore a silky black evening gown, winter boots, and a huge sombrero.
"Excuse me?"
"Yale! I wanna go to Yale. I'm going to be an animal gynecologist!"
She wrinkled her nose, "I don't have any money. I just escaped from a muggle psy-cha...psy-chee...nuthouse," she finished, a little embarrassed.
"Hey, me too, man!" he replied, holding out his hand to shake hers, "Hey man, we gotta stick out for each other, eh? We can't let 'Them' drag us over to 'Their' side."
He gave her a knowing look and pointed to the large refrigerator box next to him, "You can share my box, sister."
Professor Trewlaney shrugged and hopped into the box, hugging her knees up to her chest, "Comfy."
He winked and pulled out a ukulele from under a tattered blanket and strummed a few chords.
"Nooobody knows, the truffles I've seen..."
Trewlaney's head perked up, "Hey, I love that song!" she exclaimed, joining in.
After their singing the man smiled, revealing a couple of missing teeth, "What's your name, sweetie?"
"Sybill."
"I'm Chauncey, and I'm leaving here," he answered thoughtfully, spreading the tarp out on the concrete and laying down.
"Really? Where are you going? Maybe I could go with you," Trewlaney said.
"Yale, weren't you paying attention, man?" he barked angrily.
"Oh, sorry," she replied.
"I've almost got enough, too," he added, opening his hand to reveal about three pounds.
*****
The next morning, Trewlaney awoke after a passerby dropped a burning cigarette in her box. It had almost burnt a hole in her sleeve when Chauncey threw a handful of puddle-water on her.
"Wake up, man, we gotta pack."
She rose and groaned, stiff and sore from sleeping in a box all night. The street was now filled with people. She was so hungry, she conjured herself a few strips of bacon and ate them quietly, huge eyes surveying the Muggles with mild interest.
"Hey, man, whatcha got?" Chauncey asked, folding his tarp and blanket and putting hem in the box, "Food? Awesome, where'd ya get it?"
"Um...off the road," she said plainly.
"Aw, man, that's the best kind!" he said excitedly, sitting down next to her in the box and grabbing a piece.
After they had eater, Chauncey picked up the box and lifted it over his head awkwardly. Trewlaney followed, picking up random pieces of gum on the sidewalk and chewing them happily. Finally they came upon a lovely city park.
Chauncey smiled with satisfaction. He set down the box on the concrete roller blade path that wound through the park. A polished wood sign nearby read "YALE PARK".
"Isn't it beautiful?" he asked, blinking away tears (awwww).
"We walked all this way to go to some ridiculous muggle park?" she grunted disappointedly, not caring that she had said the word 'Muggle' aloud.
"Hey, man, this is the only place free of the constrictions and stifling laws of this government, which is all part of the conspiracy to get rid of the colour pink."
"The colour pink?" Trewlaney asked, a bewildered expression on her face.
"Yeah, man. See, 'They' don't want the colour pink giving us all these radical ideas, see? It's like red, but it's pulling away from the redness to become it's own colour - working towards freedom in an unaccepting and cruel society," he nodded knowingly, his eyes serious.
"You got all that from the colour pink?"
"Hey, man, I sit on the street in a box all day, I have a lot of time to think about these things."
"Oh, good point," she said, sitting down on a bench, "Well, what are you going to do here?"
"Sybill, Sybill, Sybill," he muttered in a disappointed way, "Haven't you been listening to me at all?"
He pulled out the pocket change he had showed her earlier, "Isn't it obvious? I'm going to buy a corn dog!"
"What?"
Chauncey frowned, slightly put out, "Well, I'm buying a snow cone, too."
"This is ridiculous," Professor Trewlaney pouted.
"Fine! Don't come then! I don't care! Don't come crying to me when you're craving a tapioca-filled corn dog with bean dip and a kumquat-flavoured snow cone! Just remember this - I shared my box with you."
And with that he turned on his heel and stomped off toward a rotund and sunburned hot dog vendor who seemed to be missing an ear.
Trewlaney sighed and watched as people passed her by without notice. She pulled Douglas' retainer out of her pocket and held it to her chest, lovingly.
"Oh, Dougie, I wish you were here," she said sadly.
She put the droolsome piece of metal back in her pocket just as a lady in a black dress and veil hobbled over to her, peering at her curiously.
"You lost, dear?"
She looked up, "Yeah, I guess. I don't know my way around...I haven't been outside in 42 years," she replied plainly.
"None of us have, dear, none of us have," she said, in a way that made Trewlaney wonder is she'd actually heard what she said.
"How about you come over to my flat and I'll make you some tea, dearie," she offered, taking her arm and pulling her up.
Trewlaney nodded wearily and walked across the street with the woman to a large building and walked inside, just as Chauncey got hit with a Frisbee.
WHAM
~~~This is my FAVOURITE chapter in the whole fan fiction (which has seven chapters) so please, please PLEASE review it! Chauncey will love you for ever!!~~~