I'm Lost and I'm Found (Perrie)

[John James Smith]

Mr. I-wish-I-was-a-doctor-so-people-would-call-him-doctor hopped over the railing on the staircase heading for the Great Hall. He was smiling, while worried that things would not go back to the way they were. He really wanted to find his friends. This was most certainly where they went, otherwise they wouldn't have left without a trace, since Voldy had gone bye-bye and the Death Eaters were all broken up or in Azkaban. It was a good time he had come from, quite right, and he had wished to go back, with his friends. He knew that when they disappeared they hadn't gone because they wanted to. He should've looked harder, and found it out. Found that bloody stone and reversed the affects. But now, as John had figured out, the stone had no magical properties, none whatsoever.

He opened the doors to the Great Hall, where the students were for dinner, and smile as he walked up to the staff table. Oh how he wanted to do that for so long. Sit at the long and slender table at the front. He approached the table, walking around it, before taking his seat, which he sat in by holding the back with one hand and jumping over it into the seat. He loved the attention he was getting as students and professors alike watched him. He smiled and began eating his food. Once most stares stopped, and people began talking again and not focusing on him, John placed his ear upon the surface of the table, before licking it and nodding.

"Beautiful oak, from the Forbidden Forest?" John said looking to his side at his fellow professor, who raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Fantastic!" He placed weight on the table with his hands as if testing it's sturdiness. "Oh, ho ho! About seven hundred years old, and still quite strong? That must of been a very strong spell. You wouldn't happen to know what spell it was?" The professor shook his head and stood up, walking away. "Oh bugger. Seems I scared off another." John sighed and shook his head before examining the hall. Perhaps they were here, his friends, he meant.

[Parris Helena Pond]

Perrie was sitting with her friends. They were laughing till the newest professor came in, then most started to talk about how cool he was. Several seventh year girls were talking about how cute he was. And she had to admit, he was nice looking. Then he did something unexpected. He licked the table!! She suck her finger down her throat and faked gagging. Earned a slap from an upperclassmen.

"Oi! Teacher!! You know that's weird yeah?" She called then slid down so she wasn't seem or so no one knew she said it.

[John James Smith]

John was busy admiring the table when someone called at him. He looked up and scanned the area looking for whomever had called out to him in such a manner. That was when he spotted a couple of Slytherins laughing at the table. He raised an eyebrow before he continue his inspection.

"Hold on a bleeding second," John whispered to himself slowly looking back up, placing his glasses on and examining the Slytherins closer, "Was that...? No...! It is! No, it's not, but what if it is?" His eyes lit up and he nearly jumped up in excitement. He was tempted to climb across the table, but decided against it. He didn't want to seem rude. He quickly strutted up to the Slytherins examining Perrie closer. "You aren't..." John began before placing a hand on his mouth and raising an eyebrow, "Perrie, is it really you?" He watched the blonde and his smile and his eyes both seemed to grow, smiling with that goofy smile of his.

[Parris Helena Pond]

"I'm sorry, Professor." Perrie chuckled and stood up. She looked at the professor and smirked. Even at eleven she was shy with a little bit of a nut in her. And one of her best friends, John Smith, the boy who obessed over doctor who, might have been the only one to miss her. She started to walk away and made a gesture with her head for him to follow her after a bit. She hadn't been seen back in the right time for almost five years. She missed all her friends. She always wanted to cry because of it.

[John James Smith]

John studied her for a second before laughing it off. "Well, it was very rude of you," John teased, following her thinking that she must remember him. He was the one who always was talking about how he wanted to be the doctor off of his favorite show. Sure, he might be considered a little obsessed, since he did collect signatures from all of the doctors so far, had a sonic screwdriver himself, the actual prop, and a mini TARDIS in his room in the future, but that did not mean he was obsessed with it. Not at all. Right? "Oh come on, Perrie, you remember me!" John said with a huge smile trotting on after her, "Doctor - oh all right - Professor John J. Smith. Johnny-boy, the John-man, remember me?"

[Parris Helena Pond]

"Well, sorry about that. It weird for people to lick tables. Get it through your head." Perrie said not looking back. Here she was younger than him, but back where they're from they were the same age. "Yes I remember you. How could I forget my best friend. At least, how could I when every holiday I turn on the telly and what's on? Doctor Who. With the fourth doctor. And his scarf. What is with the scarf?" She threw her hands above her head. "Maybe we should talk in your office. Act like you're giving me detention." She was using her hands to make it look like she was arguing with a teacher. Several students looked amazed. Shy, sensitive, and laughing Perrie was getting in trouble? Someone pinch them they must be dreaming.

[John James Smith]

“What? It is not weird! It is a way to tell the composition of something. Everything has a unique taste, you just have to learn what that is, and you can tell what anything is by licking it,” John replied taken aback by her insulting his methods, “Plus, oak tastes quite good. Especially the oak from the Forbidden Forest.”

“That scarf was made especially for him by Madame Nostradamus! It was such a nice sentiment for the doctor. Plus one time, he used it as a guide for the companions to follow him, it was amazing,” John replied with a laugh, “It was a very important part of Four. Anyways, I just watched the Seventh one before coming here. Stupid Rani and her lasers… I liked Six very much. But you have yet to watch that, so I’ll just shut up. Either way, now Number Four is on, and I can rewatch it.”

“Act like I’m punishing you?” John asked thinking about it. He hadn’t yet punished anyone, so he didn’t know very much about the detention giving. “Don’t worry everyone, just giving detention to this girl,” John said looking around with a smile and pointing at her as if wagging his finger at her back, “Go back to eating your little potatoes and meats and vegetables - you know, vegetables really help your body, breaking up things and making you healthy.” He chuckled at himself and shot his goofy smile towards all of them. “Come on, Ms. Pond, hurry, hurry, hurry. To my office you go where you will receive detention.”

[Parris Helena Pond]

"Maybe I wasn't clear. It's weird! People don't lick tables they eat off of!!" Perrie wanted to smack him upside the head. But she couldn't yet. Students would ask questions. Lots of questions. People here did that a lot. She'd know, it'd been almost six years. Wow. She'd almost grown up in the wrong time, and not a day went by that she missed everything, everyone. Maybe there had been a purpose for her coming here. And while even in that first year, she'd had a small crush on the Doctor Who obsessed boy when she was eleven, she wasn't sure he was her perfect match. "I really want to smack you upside the head right now."

"I don't really care where the scarf came from, I don't care what it was used for. I just know which who had it. Be glad I knew that much." She said animatedly, really she didn't care. All she cared about was that now she had a friend from around her time. Although it seemed like he was even more obsessed now then he was then. Oh the horror: "we both know time isn't a line, it's a big ball of wibbley wobbly timey wimey stuff." She shook her head. "Why rewatch when all your going to get is the sadness of losing another doctor again."

"Oh, lord help me." She face palmed and started walking toward the DADA room, to the office. She hadn't once gotten detention, she was a good Slytherin. Followed the rules, broke them a few times, gave advice, treated others better than most would, and wasn't always bragging about money or anything else. And she knew just what to say when people asked her why she was so kind hearted, Good girls are just bad girls who don't get caught. It made some people understand at least. "You really need to learn to give out detentions. You suck at it"

[John James Smith]

"Oh whatever, I wanted to know what the table was made of and how old it was, there wasn't another way I could," John said in defense, "Is it weird to want to know that the staff table is from the Forbidden Forest, one of the earlier one and several hundred years old? Of course not! Licking is the best way." John had licked many things, including the trees in the forest, even quite deep ones in the middle of the forest, and rocks, and doors all around. Once he found a door that was laced with mistletoe and it really helped him out when he knew it. He loved learning new things, getting his way out of things, and just plain being an awesome guy. "What would that be for?" John asked indignantly his voice's pitch going up slightly.

"You should care! Four is probably the best of the doctors that you know of," John replied shaking his head. And yes, he was quite obsessed. He wished that he was the doctor and some aliens had wiped his memory and had fallen here. And it was just a matter of time before one of his traveling companions came and saved him. "That. was..." John said staring at her with his eyes huge and surprised laced in there, "Exactly what I was going to say. Good job. Very, very clever of you to say." John shook his head. She obviously didn't understand why many doctors were amazing. "Losing a doctor means another one will come. At least we didn't go into the future and it's over because I know we have more after this, but once the last one leaves... all done. No more. That would be the sad part. Losing Four, means we're gifted with Five." John gasped suddenly remembering something. "In a few years, I could see The Five Doctor Special air for the first time! That would be just brilliant!"

"What? You expect me to know everything my first day on the job? Well, I actually do know everything except detention, so yeah, it makes some sense," John laughed. He then looked at her quite seriously and put away his glasses that were on his face, having forgot about them. "I must inform you first. I am going to hug you as soon as we reach my office."

[Parris Helena Pond]

"Yes there was another way!" Perrie argued. "You could have asked Dumbledore or one of the other teachers!" She kept walking with a hand on her forehead, trying to look troubled. Even a little pink haired Hufflepuff and a friend of hers looked sorry. It was that kind of look that said she'd been through the same thing and felt sorry about Perrie getting detention. "Why would you even think about licking it!? It's disgusting! The bacteria, the germs, the disease, what teachers could have done and then put their hands on that table. Ughh." She shuddered at the thought. "I want to smack you, because you really cannot act can you?"

"Oh Merlin, John, just shut up. Please." she pleaded. Now she was really questioning that small crush, and now she had Castiel too. How would she choose? John was from her own time, and while he could be annoying, he was an all around nice, fun guy. But Castiel was different. He was shy like her, and adorable, and just about perfect in every way. The only problem was that she wasn't sure if Castiel even liked her. "I'm not a hermit, I do know the quotes everyone else knows. I'm just quick witted and ambitious." She shook her head. She wasn't going to listen to anymore of this Doctor nonsense. It was getting old and she'd just started talking to him again. The end of term could not come fast enough.

"FIRST DAY!?" her jaw nearly hit the floor. "What the bloody hell are you doing here then?! How do you expect them to know who you are!?" She smacked her face full on with her hand, "Oh don't worry. That hug will be repayed with questions about what happened while I was gone."

[John James Smith]

"What's the fun in that?" John asked with a huge laugh, "Just hearing from others is no fun at all. Experiencing, now that's where it's at." John loved the experience of things. Sure, teaching things was amazing, but experiencing things was just as fantastic. The perfect life for him: traveling the world, with someone who he could teach and share the experience with. That would be fantastic. Well, at least somewhat fantastic. He would eventually want to settle down and have a normal life, after such an exhausting life of travel and discovery. There was only so much he could do in this time and this world.

"But it is such fun! Being here, where the future is made! It would have been even better to go back to the founding of the school, or the assault of 1534 on Hogwarts!" John said suddenly getting excited, thinking of all the places he could have ended up, then depressed, "Why did we have to end up here of all places?" Yes, he was complaining that they had ended up in a terrible time. It wasn't fun enough for him. He loved time-travel and wished that he could travel to all those events in history and experience them. Just learning about them were not enough for him,

"Well, they might not know who I am, but they won't know unless I introduce myself. Might as well do it while everyone's there," John said with a huge smile, "Well, those questions I might not be able to answer, you know, paradoxical timey wimey things." He was just teasing at that moment, planning on telling her things he knew, and pretend to know things he didn't. He was supposed to be confident, right?