Chapter 1 : PART 1: How to Make Her Feel Special
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"Rule number one," I spoke, "Do not speak of the Dare Jar outside of a meeting or in the presence of non-members, especially female non-members." I looked at Taylor pointedly for the last part. She rolled her eyes.
"Rule number two," I continued, with the group circled around me in the chilled Astronomy Tower. "Respect the Jar." I looked at all of them seriously, making eye contact with all of them. Taylor had to hold back a laugh as I stared at her with the a serious expression. I resisted the urge to glare at her, dismissing her foolishness. "Use the jar to become the best form of yourself, while proving your bravery and manliness."
"Ahem. Cough cough." Taylor interjected. I ignored her, as she was probably going to complain again about how she had been ‘forced’ here by her brother and best friend, yours truly.
"Rule number three," I said after glaring at her to shut up. "Respect fellow Jar members. The Jar represents a concrete brotherhood that must be upheld."
"Ahem. Aahemm!" She coughed, not very subtle at all, only to be ignored still, except for Brad, who thumped her on the back, thinking that she was actually coughing. Not the brightest in the pod, her brother. I caught Taylor rolling her eyes, for what felt like the sixth time in the past thirty minutes, probably because it was.
"Rule number four," I continued, blatantly ignoring Taylor’s ‘coughs’.
"Psst! Frank! Pass the gummi worms!" She whispered to Frank, sitting on the other side of Brad, next to me. The gummi worms? Oh, well, this was an official initiation ceremony, so of course we had snacks as well as food items of sacrificial value.
"Shhhh!" Tanner hushed from her other side. She hit him in the shoulder, glaring back at him. She doesn't like to be shushed.
"There are no 'chickens' as far as the Jar is concerned. If one fails to complete a dare, they will be kicked out of the Jar Club, and be forced to comply with the consequences of failing the contract." I continued severely, glaring at Taylor for interrupting.
"Now for the contract." I went on. Pulling a thick sheet of parchment out from behind me, careful not to rip or even crinkle it.
"The rules are clearly stated on the contract. So go ahead and sign your full names, and we can begin the Dare Jar." I said.
The guys headed over to the contract, while Taylor sat defiantly in her spot. I had just finished signing his name when Brad noticed her and grabbed her by the arms.
"C'mon Taylor, we're a team now." He said.
"Yeah, we all are, so get in line Taylor." I added, giving her a pointed look. She hmphed.
When she was the last one to sign, she picked it up, rolling her eyes, with the rest of us looking over her shoulder, and read:
The Dare Jar Club Contract Members:
Albus Severus Potter- Our fearless leader
Scorpius "Supermegafoxyawesomehot" Malfoy- The strategy
John Wayne Harvey- The strong one
Frank Paul Longbottom- The brains
Tanner Herd "the Stag" Wood- The Ladie's man The Testosterone The cool/sexy one
Brad Walter Ackhart- The Nerve
She sighed, deciding there was really no way out of this, signing,
Taylor Virginia Ackhart
The best damn member on this list, and core of the group (no matter what Al Potter says differently )
simply for good measure. She smirked, as the guys all cheered and whooped.
"All right, time to shake on it." I said, smiling at her. We all piled their hands together. Taylor spit on hers for good measure like we did as kids, then added it to the pile.
"To the Dare Jar." She said.
"To the Dare Jar." We repeated, all grinning or smiling.
"Welcome to the Dare Jar Club." I added.
"So, who wants to go first then?" Asked Frank as we sat around the jar in the circle.
"We should all do one together." Taylor suggested. "You, know, as our first act."
"That sounds like a good idea." I said, agreeing. "All in favor?" I asked.
They all raised their hands.
"Care to do the honors Tay?" Asked Brad, shoving the jar towards Taylor.
"Sure." She took the lid off the large jar that Tanner and John had stolen out of the kitchens before the first meeting.
She reached my arm in so that her fingers just grazed the bottom. She pulled out one of the folded white cards that I had prepared, some with Frank's help.
Taylor picked one and took it out, unfolding it, and read it.
T.P. the Slytherin Common room.
Tanner and Brad cheered, high-fiving. This one, although immature, was a good one.
"So what's the plan?" I asked.
"We secure the supplies, sneak into the dungeons, and get to work." Said Frank, smiling.
Honestly, what had I gotten myself into?
If I had only spoken one little tiny word, perhaps one of the easiest words to say in the English dictionary, I wouldn't be here with my twin brother and his dormates in what was perhaps the stupidest thing anyone could possibly do. It would have been so easy to just spit out this word when Brad forcibly asked me to come.
"No." Is what I should have said.
"Sure." I had said, without really thinking about it.
Hey, he made the idea sound good at the time. And I was kind of busy trying to write my Potions essay at the time.
I'm also somewhat convinced that they had put something in my pumpkin juice that evening. Of course, when they came up to my dormitory half an hour before midnight (I have no idea how, as it was the girl's dormitory), I had changed my mind. That didn't stop them from literally dragging me here.
"Rule number one," spoke Al, the leader of all of this. "Do not speak of the Jar outside of a meeting or in the presence of non-members, especially female non-members." He looked at me for the last part. I rolled my eyes. Like I was going to admit to Rose how stupid I had become. She would tell on us anyways.
"Rule number two," He continued, with the rest of us sitting around him on the hard cold floor of the astronomy tower. "Respect the Jar." He looked at all of us seriously, making eye contact with all of us. I had to hold back a laugh as he stared at me with the ustmost religiously serious expression. "Use the jar to become the best form of yourself, while proving your bravery and manliness."
"Ahem. Cough cough." I interjected. Needless to say, he ignored me, the only girl in this little group, having been forced into it by my brother and my best friend.
"Rule number three," He said after glaring at me. "Respect fellow Jar members. The Jar represents a concrete brotherhood that must be upheld."
"Ahem. Aahemm!" I coughed, only to be ignored still, except for Brad, who thumped me on the back, thinking that I was actually coughing. Not the brightest in the pod, my brother. I guess I was just a 'brother' now as well, out to prove my manliness. I rolled my eyes, for what felt like the sixth time in the past thirty minutes, probably because it was.
"Rule number four," Al continued, blatantly ignoring my coughs.
"Psst! Frank! Pass the gummi worms!" I whispered to my good friend Frank, sitting on the other side of Brad, next to Al.
"Shhhh!" Tanner hushed from my other side. I hit him in the shoulder, glaring back at him. I don't like to be shushed.
"There are no 'chickens' as far as the Jar is concerned. If one fails to complete a dare, they will be kicked out of the Jar Club, and be forced to comply with the consequences of failing the contract." Al continued severely, glaring at me for interrupting.
"Now for the contract." He went on. Pulling a thick sheet of parchment out from behind him, careful not to rip or even crinkle it. Honestly, Al was being more religious about this than he was with our Quidditch team. And
that's saying something. A big something. Something so big that a mighty humpback whale would sneeze at the sight of it.
"The rules are clearly stated on the contract. So go ahead and sign your full names, and we can begin the Dare Jar." He said, as I was imagining a whale sneezing in Al's face. It was amusing.
Once we all signed the contract, me reluctantly, we decided upon our first dare. Immature one, at that, but I had to give credit where credit was due. It was an amusing dare.
So, this whole Dare Jar thing was turning okay after all. The Slytherin Common Room was sufficiently defaced by the time we finished the deed, as was part of the hallway outside the entrance. We had used about two hundred rolls of toilet paper to decorate the cavornous room, then painted the walls with, "Love, the Dare Jar" and "Slytherins stink!". Oh, and "Your quidditch team ssssssucks! Like snakes!". Not the most intelligent, but my favorite all the same.
"Definitely an improvement." I said as we studied our handiwork. Al chuckled.
"Let's head out troops." Tanner said, gesturing towards the door, smiliing.
We snuck out quietly, all tiptoeing through the corridors softly. We made it back to the common room, safe and sound, not running into any teachers or prefects thankfully.
"Nice work team." Brad grinned. "Definitely a successful first task!
"Let's all go crash in the dorms." Suggested Al, yawning.
Well, this was my cue to leave. "Well, see you guys in the morning!" I said, brightly, backing away slowly.
There was a whoosh as someone grabbed my around my waist, hoisting me up over their shoulders. "Oh, hell no Taylor. You're part of the club too. You're crashing with us."
"Brad! Put me down this instant, or you're going to feel pain where no one has ever felt it before!" I yelled, indignant.
"Sure thing, lil' sis. As soon as we get to the dorm." I could tell he was grinning.
"I'm only younger by three minutes for Kumquat's sake!" I shouted going up the stairs, Brad leading the way with Al behind us, smirking at me. "And I mean now!"
"No can do. We're almost there."
"Yeesh Taylor, keep it down or people will think we're kidnapping someone or something."
"But you are!"
"Nope. Sisters don't count."
"They should." I huffed at him.
We finally reached their dorm, where Brad threw me down on Al's bed. "Don't even think about escaping, Tay, or we'll just grab you again and tie you to a bed."
I snorted. "Like you could catch me."
Brad rolled his eyes and Tanner laughed.
"Shut up." I huffed indignantly.
"So Taylor." Began Al. "Truth or Dare."
I rolled my eyes. "You can't be serious."
"I'm dead serious." He said, giving me an i'm-so-serious expression.
"Whatever." I tried not to roll my eyes again. "Dare."
He grinned, handing me the jar. I took it, scowling. I rooted around for a short bit, before coming out with a slip of paper that read:
Swear at McGonagall (Note: by swear we mean the dirtiest word you know)
"You've got to be kidding me. I can't say the f-ing F word to McGonagall!"
They began to crack up, starting with Tanner and Brad.
"Allright, whatever, I'll do it." I decided. "I haven't spent any quality detention time with McGonagall since the first week of school."
"That was a week and a half ago." Frank said. They began laughing again.
"This is why you're here Taylor." Al said, chuckling.
"Alright, who's next?" I said, tired of them laughing at my expense.
"I'll go." Said Al.
"Truth or Dare." I challenged.
"What?" I asked. "Seriously? Okay, if you really want to be a wimp..."
He rolled his eyes. "Get on with it."
"You know, I didn't even realize the Dare Jar club had the option of Truth." I said, somewhat scornfully.
"Well, this isn't really an official meeting, so we're just going with it." He said.
"Whatever. What's a good truth to ask Al you guys?" I asked to the room at large, in need of ideas.
"Oh! I have one!" Tanner said. This ought to be good. "If you could sleep with one girl in our year, who'd it be!" He said excitedly. "Man, I'd definitely go for Dom- sorry Al, but she's fit." Al glared at him anyways.
Al's expression turned from angry to thoughtful. "I guess I'd have to say... Beatrice. She's got the body and is somewhat tolerable."
"Good choice, good choice."
"Okay Taylor, moment of truth." Began Tanner. "Are you glad you joined our club?"
I sighed, thinking about it. "Yeah, I guess."
They all cheered. "Glad you came Taylor." Said Al, patting me on the back.
"Whatever floats your boat, fart-goat."
Yes, I just called him a fart-goat. But what else rhymes with boat?
A/N: So what did you think? Did you like the characters? Please leave a review! I'd like to know if you liked it, or hated it! Anything I could change? Any ideas for future dare ideas? This is a short story collection, so it will be a variety of Al/Taylor stories, as well as much more with the Dare Jar!
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