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What's in a Name? : The Misadventures of a Miss Ella Rose by caryjanecarter
Chapter 8 : In which Ella spends the night and kicks some serious tail
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Chapter 8

{S/R: Ohmicow, guys, I’m so sorry for being so lazy and bad with the updates! This chapter isn't my favorite, but this is the best way I could get my point across. At the moment, Ella’s about to go spend the night with the guys. Controversial? Yes. Fun? Definitely. 

PS - Thanks again to RoseCrimson for the awesome reviews and French help!}


Friendship isn't a big thing - it's a million little things. ~ Author Unknown

“You’re WHAT?” Lily screamed at me that night after dinner.

I was packing up my old Muggle backpack (which hadn’t fallen apart… yet) with my overnight stuff for my stay at the boy’s dorm. I had told the girls where I was going, and Dylan and Wynna had been fine with it. Lily, on the other hand…

“I’m going to go spend the night with James and the boys,” I repeated, stuffing my toothbrush case in my bag.

“How… bu-bu-but that’s CRAZY TALK!” she said, pacing the floor.

“Why?” I asked while searching for the right colour Fairy Book to bring.

“You are a GIRL. They are BOYS. Girls and boys do NOT spend the night with each other!”

“And why not?”

“Well, because…” She paused, stumbling over her very own words. “You see, it’s-”

“Ah-HA! You can’t come up with a good reason why not!” I shouldered my pack. “See you girls in the morning.” And with that, I left a sputtering Lily behind and went down the stairs, sliding through the door at the bottom in my socked feet. I snuck around the common room to the other side. “Hey, James, what’s up?” I asked the idiot standing against the wall next to the door to their upstairs.

Not looking at me, James shoved a small silvery bundle into my face and told me to put it on. Confused, I shook it out, revealing a rather large length of silky fabric. I whipped it around my shoulders like he instructed, suspicious. James glanced down, then reached behind my head and pulled some fabric up over my face. He turned around and motioned for me to follow him up the stairs. Intrigued, I obliged, creeping behind him with the fabric swooshing mysteriously around me, like it was hiding a horribly important secret instead of a little girl in braids and a backpack.

We climbed, up and up. He never looked back, so I tried to puzzle out his freaky-odd behavior with the silence given to me.

Finally, it seemed we had reached the dormitory. He held up his finger to his lips in my general direction, and proceeded to bang down the door and barge right in. I rolled my eyes and followed, giving a tiny yelp as the door shut on my backside.

The other boys were lying on the floor in the biggest pile of candy wrappers I had ever seen. Sirius was making a wrapper-angel and laughing like a maniac; Peter had a piece of licorice in some form of wrestling match (I think the licorice was winning), and Remus was on his back, a half-eaten bar of chocolate in his hand and a blissful smile on his face. I gaped at the multicolored display as James walked up to them and crossed his arms, looking down in disgust. “You know you’re going to ruin your teeth.”

Not opening his eyes, Remus sighed. “I don’t care, James.”

I grinned. “I’m sure you don’t.”

He squinched up his eyebrows, but still didn’t crack a lid. “Ella?”

Sirius sat up from his angel. “No one’s there, Remus. Only James.”

“But I’m right here!” I said, waving my arms. The cloth shot up, but the large amount of extra at the hem kept me completely covered. James saw his big break and backed up to my voice.

“Gentlemen, may I present the honored guest of this evening?” He reached out and found my head, pulling off the sheet in a magician’s movement, taking a few bits of my hair with it.


“-Ella Rose!” he said like a sports announcer on TV. I glared at him while rubbing the sore spot on my head. The other boys gave an enthusiastic round of applause. I took off my backpack and threw it to the side, diving into the candy wrappers. I slid a little on the polished wood floor, and then ended on my stomach in the middle of the powwow. I sat up and tossed a few of the wrappers around. “Where’d you get all of these?” I asked, gesturing to the ocean around me. Three of them pointed to the other.

“Remus? You had all of this candy… and you DIDN’T TELL ME?” I leapt at him, tackling him to the ground. He let out a small squeak.

“What’s your pitiful excuse?” I growled.

“Er… they put me up to it?” he shrugged.

“Merlin, Remus, that is pitiful,” Sirius said. “So what’s the occasion, Ella?”

I gathered up an armful of wrappers in my arms and threw them into the air. “It’s FRIDAY!”

It felt like a Friday that night. After I had gotten my fair share of Remus’s extensive stash, we had a pillow/candy wrapper/marshmallow fight (Peter actually did bring marshmallows. Amazing boy, really) that had to have been one of the funniest things I’d ever done; and believe me, I’d done quite a few. We collapsed in a heap onto one of their beds. I was on the bottom.

That part wasn’t fun.

ANY-way, once I had pushed them off of me and we had regained our guts, we just laid there and… talked. Random stuff, like family, old friends, favorite things, sports (which I was lost in, since they all talked about Quidditch), the like. Before any of us knew it, it was two o’clock in the morning. Remus started yawning, and I decided it was time for us to go to sleep.

Then came the dilemma. Where was I to sleep? While the candy wrappers were fun to roll around in, they were not enough of them to make a comfortable bed. No one had had the foresight to bring a sleeping bag, and I only had my PJs, toothbrush, Fairy Book, a pillow and a blanket from my bed.

So that left their beds. I raised my eyebrow at them. “Well? One of you going to move over, or what?”

Peter squealed and jumped into his own bed, drawing the curtains to hide him from view. In a few seconds, very fake snoring emitted from behind them.

“One down,” I muttered. I crossed my arms and tapped my foot at the three boys sitting in front of me.

James raised his hands in defense. “Don’t look at me, I barely fit into my bed as it is.”

That left Sirius and Remus. I uncrossed my arms and starting doing ‘eeine-meine-mione-moe.’

And the winner is -!

“SIRIUS!” I flying-tackle-pounced him onto his bed.

“I DIDN’T DO IT!” he shouted, eyes flying.

“Of course not, silly. I’m sharing your bed tonight,” I said.

“Oh, okay. Hey, wait a minute-"

But I was already on his bed, dragging out my blanket and pillow. I rolled myself up in it and slammed down on one side of his bed. I turned my back to his side and faced James’s drawn curtains. Slowly, Sirius got into the actual bed and blew out the candle. “Night, Ella.”

“Night, Sirius. Good night, Remus.”

“Pleasant dreams, Ella.”

“Night, Nala.”

I smiled slightly. “Night, Jimmy.”

Any other g’nights are long lost to me. I went out like a light bulb.


I woke up to a chill in my feet and a very uncomfortable, tight sensation around my upper half. I rolled over and opened my eyes at the exact moment my bedmate did. We stared at each other for a moment, our noses an inch apart, our breath intermingling, his gray eyes boring into mine –

“YAAH!” We screamed, jolting apart. I fell off the bed, still wrapped in my cocoon, and hit my head on the nightstand, rolling across the floor – and out of my blanket – holding the back of my head in pain. James shot out of his bed, his crazy hair looking even wilder and his glasses-less face alien in my bewildered state.

“What’s going on?” Remus and James chorused as the former poked his head outside. Sirius popped his head over the other side of the bed and pointed at me.

“There’s a girl in my bed!”

“Oi,” I mumbled, rubbing the back of my head. “You really need to work on that early morning amnesia, boy,” I said. “Don’t you remember anything?”

“It’s always like this,” Remus said. He was hanging over the edge of his bed, facing away from me and rummaging for something underneath. “Here, catch,” he said, throwing something small and shiny to Sirius. It landed on the bed in front of him, and he instantly tore off the shiny part and stuffed it in his mouth.

“Hey… I want some!” I said, finally figuring out that he had candy. Remus rolled his eyes, then tossed me another one.

“Pigs, the lot of you,” James said, disappearing into his bed again and falling asleep.

I got out of my tangle of bed sheets and limbs and checked my watch. “Hey, it’s eleven thirty. You guys want to go get some lunch soon?”

Sirius finished his chocolate and yawned, stretching like a cat on his now-empty bed. “Why not?” he said, rubbing his eyes of sleep. I stood up and stuffed some of my stuff into my bag, grabbed up my pillow and blanket, and bowed to my boys.

“Well, it’s been fun, but I really must go back to the ladies now,” I said, backing out. “See you in a minute!” I blew a kiss to the unconscious James, winked at the ones awake, and closed the door in their faces.

I just love to make an entrance – or, in this case, a departure.

I tumbled down the staircase with high spirits and frolicked across the common room, much to the amusement of its occupants. Once back in the empty girls’ dorm, I changed into some fresh clothes after washing off the marshmallow residue and brushed my teeth, throwing my bag onto my bed somewhere in the process. Only I could pull that off, you know.

I went back outside and tra-la-laed my way to the Great Hall, saying hi to the Duchess and a ghost or portrait – or three – whom I had met in my wanderings. Once inside, I went to our usual place to sit and found Peter by himself. I sat down across from him, pulling a tray of sandwiches towards me. I hadn’t had a chance to really talk to the boy yet; one-on-one talk, at least. He was easily the shiest of the group, but they all got along great. Somehow.

“Hey, Peter. What’s up?”

He jerked his head up from his plate; obvously, he hadn’t seen me sit down. “Oh. Hey, Ella. Most of them fell back asleep after you left, you know.”

“Typical,” I said through a thick layer of peanut butter and jelly. “You know, I haven’t really had a chance to talk to you, Pete.”

“Yeah, well, you were already such good friends with the others, I didn’t really want to intrude,” he muttered, not making eye contact.

“Nonsense!” I smiled. “I’ve always got room for one more friend.”

Turns out that was the right thing to say to get him to open up. 

He grinned at me and started giving me such a speech that it seemed that he had been waiting for someone to say that. He told me about his family, and about his position in it. He was the youngest of five brothers, and was used to being to odd one out, especially with his harried single mother and middle class income. All of his brothers were at least five years older than him – the next youngest was a seventh year Ravenclaw named Simon – and had all been exceedingly popular and talented. He had always been picked on by them for his age, stature, and – so far - a lack of special skills. He was used to fading into the background of a situation and appealing to bigger people’s better nature. Following my other boys was just a natural survival instinct for him. He was actually quite witty – not the first impression his pudgy little face made on you, but wasn’t I the one that always told people not to judge by first glances? I sat politely and listened to him talk, every now and then asking a question, but mainly leaving him to open up. I wondered slightly if he’d done this to the boys, and how successful he had been, but I was fascinated by his little rant. Finally, he ran out of wind.

“So, Ella, now that I’ve successfully worn your ears out, how about you return the favor?”

I took a sip of the oddly tasty pumpkin juice and smiled. “You know, Pete, I think we’ll have to take a rain check. I can see our little sleepers coming.” Sure enough, the other three first years were making their way towards us. He looked a little crestfallen, so I assured him, “I promise. I’d love to rant about my parents, too, don’t worry.” He smiled, and the other boys descended onto the seats around us.

“Hey, snoozers,” I said, leaning my elbows on the table. “Have a nice nap?”

“Yeah, especially since I didn’t have a girl in my bed,” Sirius mumbled. I kicked him under the table. “Ow! What was that for?” he said, rubbing his shin.

I raised an eyebrow. “Do you really have to ask?”

“Apparently he does,” Remus said.

“Didn’t you guys stuff your faces on Remus’s candy this morning, too?” I asked them. Remus shook his head.

“I’m not a miracle worker,” he told me. “That was my whole supply for the entire year.”

I gasped. “No wonder there was so much!”

“So, guys, it’s Saturday,” James said, changing the subject. “What do you suggest we do?”

“Well, I think I’m going to go catch up with the girls,” I said, standing up. “See you people some other time!” I left them there – again – with puzzled expressions. Again. 

Man, is it fun to be me!

I found my girls under a tree out behind the castle. I flopped down next to Wynna and propped my head on my hands, just listening to Lily and Dylan’s intelligent conversation.

“No, you’re wrong! Zachary White is so much cuter than that stupid Muggle freak!”

That Muggle freak is my future husband, and it’d do you good to remember that!” Lily said, pointing at a page in a magazine with emphasis.

“What are they going on about?” I asked Wynna quietly.

“Whether the teen Muggle star that Lily’s just showed us is cuter than the WWN voice actor Zachary White,” she said from the corner of her mouth. “I don’t see the point, really. The Muggle kid is way cuter.”

“Well, don’t ask my opinion,” I said, lying my head on my folded hands and closing my eyes. Just listening to my new friends’ voices reminded me of my old home.


That was Dylan, or in my recollecting mind, Ethan, my used-to-be best friend.


And we have Lily, a.k.a. Spike, my, well, spiky redheaded comrade-in-arms. Okay, all they really had in common was the hair. And his was more orange than red.

“Would you two just SHUT UP?”

Last was Wynna, the darling little angel. Just like my old ‘the-horns-hold-up-the-halo’ pal Matthew. I wondered what he was doing...

I reached over and stole a quill and parchment from Dylan’s eternal art bag and started writing a letter to Ethan and the rest.

Hey boys!

How’s Kansas holding up? Team still going as strong as I left it? How’s the season going?

I haven’t played soccer in what seems like forever. I miss our late night games in the street – even when we got yelled at by Mr. Moriarity! I really miss the good old days.

I’ve made a few friends here, but NO ONE could take your place. It’s only been a few days here, and I already wish I was back!

I only wish that you guys could be here. It’s really a big change, and it’s even harder without you.

I hope you’re having fun – even if it’s without me!

~ Rose

PS – Sorry about the funky paper. My mom went off on one of her rampages and got me stationary, and this just was the first thing I grabbed. 

I debated on signing it as Ella, but I knew they would probably take offense at it, thinking their nickname wasn’t good enough, or something absurd like that.

I stole another sheet of parchment – “Aren’t you even going to say please?” – and scribbled a note to Mom, asking her to take care of it and any other questions that had sprung up over the week.

Once I was done, I asked Wynna, since the other two were still talking celebrity, “Where do you go to send a letter around here?”

“I think it’s the Owlery, but I don’t know where that is,” she replied, stretching a little.

“Oh. Thanks anyway.” I got up and took my letters with me, puzzling about where this place could be so that I hadn’t seen it before. I saw a group of older Gryffindors walking into the building, a curly blonde head mixed in with them.

“Hey, Brooke! Brooke, wait up!” I said running after them, parchment flapping.

“Hey kid,” she said, detaching herself from the group with a 'be right back.' "What’s up?”

“How do you get to the Owlery?”

“Is that all?” she asked. I nodded. “Well, it’s not like I’ve got anything better to do,” she said, more to herself that to me. “Come on, I’ll walk you there.” She turned back to the castle with me in tow like a lost piglet. It was very awkward at first, but –

“Hey, Noble! Another baby to lead around?”

She sighed. “Don’t mind him,” she said, going up the wide front stairs. “He does this whenever I’m actually doing my duty.” I looked back to see a curly-haired kid trying to catch up to us, and walked faster to keep up with Brooke’s very quick stride.

“Better make sure to keep her away from the big kids, she might get a-scared!” Despite our best efforts, the long-legged boy had caught up to us. “Aw, what’s this? Pigtails? Isn’t that just the sweetest little thing?”

“Shut up, Malone, I’m taking her to the Owlery,” Brooke snapped at him. 

I was just trying to ignore him, especially the comment about my hair. No one makes fun of my hair and gets away with it...

“Aw, the wittle girl can’t find the way to the wittle Owlery? She must be so confus-ed!” he mocked. I didn’t know why he was doing this, but it was really starting to bug me. If he didn’t shut up and go away soon, I’d –

“Hey wittle girl, do you want Brookie to show you how to tie your shoes, too? Or maybe – hey!”

Tired of this bully’s talk, I had used my minimal bits of karate training to use his weight against him by swinging my outside foot around, hooking it around his ankle, and pushing his shoulder back, making him tip backwards.

Too bad we weren’t at the top of a staircase.

As it was, he toppled over flat on his back, stunned. I wrinkled my nose down at him in a sneer. “No one makes fun of my hair, capice?” I turned away from him before he could answer. Brooke followed, and I heard him clamor to a stand behind us.

“That was a bad move, pigtails!” he shouted at us. I didn’t answer, but walked off with my head held high.

“Where’d you learn that, kid?” Brooke asked me in something resembling awe.

“Oh, you pick up on these things in America,” I said in my loftiest tone, my head still absurdly high.

The next thing I remember is us cracking up and holding a conversation about my old home and karate. I had never really hung out with anyone so much older than I, but we clicked like age didn’t seem to matter. 

Before I knew it, we were up a tight spiral staircase and in a white-covered room. She showed me around, telling me which kinds of owls were where and how to send a letter off. I picked out an interesting-looking bird and told him where my new house was – which was weird, but whatever – and got directions back to Gryffindor.

“Say, kid, I never learned your name,” Brooke said when we parted ways at the base of the Owlery staircase.

“It’s Ella,” I told her. I really liked that name for me.

“Okay, Ella, it’s been fun,” she said, smiling. She turned to leave, but seemed to change her mind. She whipped back around, an idea in her eyes. “You know, you just might be one of the most fantastic first years I’ve ever met.”

“Thanks,” I said, grinning my head off.

“No problem. As I was saying, you’re adorable and hilarious.”

“Well, I do love the compliments... but what’s your point?” I asked her.

“My point is,” she said smiling, “you may be just what the school needs to liven up the Quidditch pitch!”

I was confused, to say the least. “But I thought it’s against school rules to be on the team in your first year?”

“Not to play, silly. To commentate,” she said like I knew what she was talking about.

“But... I don’t know the first thing about Quidditch!”

“That can be fixed. I just think you’re the perfect replacement for that jerk you threw down so spectacularly earlier,” she told me.

“Oh. Is he the current commentator person thing?”

“Yeah, and he’s horrible. But if you signed up...” she grinned into space. “I’d never have to listen to his voice again.”

“All right, you’ve got me,” I said, throwing my hands in the air. “How do you suppose we fix my ignorance?”

“Come by the tryouts next Saturday,” she told me. “Watch them. You might figure it out.”

I knew that wasn’t going to help, but I wasn’t going to tell her that yet. “Okay, I’ll try. But I can’t guarantee that I’ll be good.”

She smiled, said, “Thanks, karate kid,” and left without another word. 


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