Odin In The Wizarding World

While Edward is escorting Hermione to platform 9 3/4, after is saying goodbye to his mother, adopted father, the Proudmore twins are making some of their own for the Triwizard Tournament.

''What do you think Iry?'' Asks Sibilla her sister, while showing her a beautiful white floaty fairy dress.

Wearing a tight fitting black dress, that perfectly envelopes her hour glass shape, Irena answers her. ''You always look great in white. What I still don't get is why we are doing all this?''

''Do I really have to tell you this again?...'' Seeing her oh so strong but dumb sister nod, Sibilla groans, before saying in a waterfall of words. ''... I will keep this explanation short, because Maxime wants us packed and ready in about an hour.

As far as we know, Odins soul has reincarnated at the same time as us into a body the same age as ours. If he has reincarnated into a European, which is highly likeley since we have become twins, he will have to attend either Hogwarts or Durmstrang. As so happend these two schools are participating in the Triwizard Tournament this year.

So it is highly likely that we will be reconnecting with him at the Yule Ball. For that event, we not only have to dress the part, but also impress that old hedonist so much, that he will be bagging for us to come back to him.''

Still frowning, Irena asks her friend and sister. ''Wouldn't he be already bagging, just because we are twins and a package deal? I mean many gods and mortals a like had that fantasy about twins servicing them in bed...''

''I still can't believe you are still thinking that...'' States Sibilla rolling her beautiful blue eyes at her sister. ''... Out goal is not only to get his attention but also to keep it forever. Have you already forgotten our time as queen's in Asgard? That dammed pig f.u.c.k.e.d giantesses, goddesses and mortals behind our backs the entire time we here taking timeout for a few centuries!''

''Oh, I remember those times... So many wars... Me and my sisters had so much to do... Good old times...'' Says Irena earning herself a slap on the head by her sister with a folded newspaper.

Having put a side the white fairy dress in favour of the newspaper, Sibillas assets are on full display, only wearing her white u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r. Despite having basically the same body shape as her sister, Sibillas skin has a healther rosy coloring, where her sisters is like white marble. Also her body overall is less toned compaired to Irenas, while her b.r.e.a.s.ts are one size bigger but less firm to the touch. Having heavily explored each others body duting puberty, both are not only intimately aware with each others assets but also charms. Where Sibilla is more the typically shy girl-next-door type of girl, Irena is the more direct punker/ playboy bunny.

Hitting her sister once again for good measure, Sibilla tells Irena. ''Now get in line with the progam and stop daydreaming. We have much to still do and no time to wast. Now! Hop, hop!''

''You are such a bossy bitch you know.'' Complains Irena, while changing from her black dress into her pale blue silk school uniform.

Smirking, while also getting dressed, Sibilla smirks stating. ''And you are loving me even more for it.''

Before Irena can retort with her own comment, somebody nocks at their dorm room door. Being the first one to be fully dressed, Sibilla opens the door to find Fleur Delacour the headmistress favourite, Irenas rival and Sibillas best friend, behind it.

''What do you want Fleur?'' Hisses Irena the moment she spots the woman through the door crack, while still half nacked only wearing her skimpy black u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r.

''Iry!...'' Scolds Sibilla her sister, before adressing Fleur with a warm smile. ''... We are still packing wanna come in?''

''Sure...'' Says Fleur while entering. Spotting the white fairy dress, on Sibillas bed, she exclaims. ''... Oh, soooo beautiful!''

Shairing her friends evaluation, Sibilla say. ''Oh, yes it is!''

Still pissy, but finally dressed, Irena asks Fleur. ''I repeat: WHY ARE YOU HERE?!''

''Oh, don't let her bad mood get to you...'' Tells Sibilla Fleur, before looking at her sister saying. ''... She is just a bit bitch about the fact, that Teddy, her best buddy and our beloved seeker, moved to America and is now playing for Ilvermorny.''

''Uh, that sucks...'' Comments Fleur, looking genuine empathetic before adressing Irena by asking. ''... How is Quidditch training by the way? As captain and keeper this year you surely will have your hands full.''

''Traing is really good. We have doubled the intensity, but speaking of s.u.c.k.i.n.g... How is Weasly doing? You two finally dating?''

Blushing Fleur ignores Irenas last comment only saying. ''Bill is doing great. He currently working for Gringotts as a Curse-Breaker, working in Egypt.''

Looking consurned for her friend, Sibilla comments. ''Sounds dangerous, if you ask me.''

Snorting, Irena tells her sister. ''Not more than what we faced, fighting the wear bear that murdered Valkyris, when we where six.''

Getting annoyed by her disters grumpy mood, Sibilla asks her. ''Why are you, after all these years still talking about that gold-haired winged ram?''

Getting angry, Irena tells her sister. ''May be because that gold-haired winged ram was mine and somebody forgot to lock it's stall!''

Getting suspiciously defensive and angry, Sibilla tells her sister. ''Dammed, Iry... For the billionth time, it wasn't me!''

''Me neither!...'' Shouts Irena, before getting interrupted by Fleur.

''I am not here to hear you two have an argument, that Sibilla will (like always) win, than have a duel, that Irena will (like always) win before you two finally make up (like always).''

Hissing, Irena asks Fleur, while shifting her rage from her sister to her rival. ''What are you here for anyway?''

''Olympe has me tell you two, that she will not meet with you, but expects you two to at least throw your names into the Goblet of Fire...'' Says Gleur before adding silently. ''... for PR purposes.''

Showing an ugly expression Irena asks. ''Why do WE have to? There aren't typically any challenging battles included!''

In an attempt to appease her sister, Sibilla comments. ''I have heard from my ministry contact, that this time around they are supposedly having the champions go head to head with dragons.''

''A real dragon?! The ones that can fly and spit fire?...'' Asks Irena excitedly her sister. Seeing Sibilla nod with a smirk on her face, she shouts. ''... Awesome!''

Having taken a look around the room and seeing the chaos, while the two sisters where arguing, Fleur suddenly asks them. ''So what are you two packing for Hogwarts?''

Looking around the chaotic room, Sibilla waves with her hand and suddenly everything that litters the floor suddenly starts to jump up and return to its rightful place on either a shelve, the double doored wardrobe or the two desks facing the large windows. Another wave and a big oversea suitcase comes floating out from under Irenas bed.

Hearing the sounds of metal hitting metal comming from the suitcase, Irena suddenly complains. ''Hey, those are all valuable antiques in there!''

Ignoting her sidters complaint, Sibilla once again waves her hand and the suitcase opens, just in time to swallow the many times larger wardrobe hole.''

''Show off.'' Comments Irena snorting, before waving her own hand to close the case and let it float ten centimetres above ground.

Witnessing all this, Fleur asks with a mouth wide open. ''How?''

Smiling at her friends stunned face, Sibilla explains to her friend. ''We enchanted the suidcase with a modified version of the Undetectable Extension Charm. Now it contains our own private sanctuary. Took us months to complete that thing, but I have to say it was wort the hassle.''

''Shit! Now we are getting late!'' Curses Irena, having taken a look out of the windows only to find the other students already bording the light-blue carriage that is pulled by a dozen Abraxans.

Sprinting from the dorms to the school entrance, the three, followed by their two floating cases, are able to join their schoolmates in the carriage, just in time.