Daria Ravenclaw: The Legend of Sporting Joe

Surprise Encounters

Daria Ravenclaw: The Legend of Sporting Joe
Chapter Five: Surprise Encounters

DISCLAIMER: Daria is the creation of Glen Eichler and is the property of MTV Viacom. The world of Harry Potter is the creation of JK Rowling and is the property of JK Rowling, Wizarding World and Warner Brothers. I own neither franchise although I do lay claim to my original characters.

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Filming ended early that day, but not before the film crew shot a couple of outdoor scenes with her Mum and Gareth. One of them showed Gareth declaring his love for her Mum's character, followed by an embrace and passionate kissing. To Julia's immense gratification, Derrick stumbled onto the scene just as the Director called "Cut!". Derrick's expression was one she hoped she could remember and treasure. Julia spitefully hoped that Derrick would remember it too.

Julia supposed that the director would have liked to continue filming that afternoon, but the next couple of scenes were interrupted by low-flying military aircraft. She briefly wondered what they were doing there, then remembered that Daria had mentioned that there was a military airfield nearby, an airfield used by Germans of all people, who used the wide open spaces of Texas for flight training. The director tried for four takes and each was ruined by the shriek of aircraft engines. The last overhead pass was particularly distressing for a couple of the horses inside a corral, causing them to buck and neigh.

After the fourth overflight, the director gave up and called it a day. Shooting any more outdoor footage was pointless: there was no way he could have explained away the presence of 1990's military jets buzzing cattle ranches in the mid-1880's. Julia's Mum returned to her trailer, followed by Derrick, then came out a few minutes later.

"Well, that was unexpected," said her Mum. "I didn't know there was a military airfield nearby."

"I'd heard of it but didn't expect them to do anything in this direction," Julia said. Derrick muttered something unintelligible that Julia didn't bother to decipher.

They returned to Highland and the Settles in one of the local production company's shuttle busses. Most of the cast and the production crew are lunch at the hotel's restaurant. Julia decided that the food was fair but not outstanding. She suspected that the Hogwarts house elves could have worked wonders using the Settle's kitchen, but they were in Scotland and she and her Mum were out here.

She wondered what she'd do with the rest of the afternoon. The idea of spending an afternoon at close quarters with Gareth did not appeal to her. She remembered that Highland had a public library downtown and decided that she'd rather go there instead.


She asked her Mum if she could go to the library. Her Mum gave her permission to go after she explained that it was a few blocks away. She grabbed her purse and a note pad, then set off.

The walk was not particularly pleasant. It was not only mid-day but high summer and there was no shade to speak of. The sun beat down on her and she started perspiring. She walked past the closed storefronts and half-filled parking lots that she supposed once held life and activity during this dreary town's days of glory and made her way to the entrance of Highland's public library.

The atmosphere changed as she entered the building and the air conditioning replaced the oven heat of the streets of downtown Highland. She made her way to the librarian's desk and asked where she could find books about Highland's history. The librarian, younger, prettier, and far more pleasant than Madam Pince, directed her to some shelves and Julia picked out several titles that looked interesting. She walked over to a long table to read through her finds.

The table had another occupant. By the looks of her, she was a local girl. The girl was pale-skinned with thick, curly dark hair that hung below her shoulders. Her face was gaunt and angular, with dark eyes and a large nose that reminded her of Professor Snape's, although the girl's nose had a different shape.

She said nothing, Julia said nothing. The library assistant came by a couple of minutes later and asked her if she'd found what she'd needed.

"I have," said Julia. "Thank you."

"You're from out of town, aren't you?" asked the local girl.

"Yes, I'm from Britain," Julia replied. "My Mum's here for work."

"You wouldn't know Daria Morgendorffer, would you?" said the local girl.

Julia's eyes went wide. The girl knew Daria.

"Yes, she's in some of my classes in school," she replied.

"Hogwarts?" asked the girl.

"As a matter of fact, yes," said Julia. "How do you know her?'

"We met at one of the get-togethers and then took a.." the girl glanced around the library "potion-making class before we went off to school. How's she doing?"

"She's doing all right," said Julia. "I talked to her last night. She only returned here yesterday."

"Well if you see her, tell her that Raven Caswell says Hi and hopes she'll be at the social this Saturday," said the girl.

"I will," Julia replied. Her curiosity was piqued. Here was a local girl who not only knew Daria but was one of the local witches. "Can I ask where you went to school?"

"I went to Ilvermorny," said Raven. "It's cold up there."

"I'd like to talk to you about it sometime," said Julia.

"Thanks, but I've only got a little time in the afternoon and then I have to go home and help with dinner," said Raven.

"Oh," said Julia. "Nice meeting you."



Daria spent much of her ride talking about her Easter visit with the Fink-Nottles. She talked less about the sorts of magic she and Cuthbert could perform than about what the Fink-Nottles were doing at home. She hadn't seen that much of Mr. Fink-Nottle, although she did help him a bit with his train set. She did tell her Mom that Mrs. Fink was working as an editor. She described the Fink-Nottles' new house as being very nice and that while their neighborhood looked boring, it was near some nice places to walk.

She and her Mom ran into problems at the office. Bookman, Collins, Law & Scale didn't really have daycare or much room for visitors. Daria spent part of her morning quietly reading her Jane Austen novel in her Mom's office, then retreating to the waiting room when her Mom had to confer with a client or talk to one of her bosses. After her mother had to keep a second appointment, Daria retreated to the break room, which had chairs and a couple of small tables as well as a coffee machine and a small refrigerator. It was noisier than a library, but there wasn't that much conversation and Daria was able to tune out most of the noise.

Her Jane Austen novel was interesting. The social situation was so different from her own: the main characters were a pair of daughters who'd come out on the short end of an inheritance who would have to seek husbands if they wished to avoid. Most women in her time, wealthy or poor, were expected to join the labor force, either flipping burgers or, like her Mom, wearing business suits. The main exception was some of the daughters of Britain's old wizarding families, who still found their futures bound by their fathers' social and business alliances and by marriage contracts. That's not me, she thought smugly, then went back to reading.

Late in the morning, Daria decided to make herself a tea. She'd started drinking hot tea while she was at school and suspected that she'd be a caffeine fiend by the time she'd graduate. She returned to her seat and made some notes to herself.

A short time later an older woman came into the break room. The woman looked like she was part Mexican: she had brown skin, dark eyes, and thick dark hair with a few streaks of gray. She wore a wedding ring. Daria knew that the woman was one of her mother's work associates but had forgotten the woman's name. The woman poured herself a coffee then sat down across from Daria.

"Daria Morgendorffer," she said. "I haven't seen you in years. Your Mom tells me you're at school. How are you enjoying it?"

"I'm enjoying it a lot," said Daria. "It's so different from Highland. The kids are different, the courses are different, and the surroundings are a lot more pleasant than around here."

"I'm glad to hear that," said the woman. "I was afraid that the cultural shock might do you in."

Daria smiled. "I like to think I'm tougher than that."

"I don't know how good you are at remembering names, but I'm Marta Flores," said the woman. "I've seen you around a couple of times and I remember meeting you at your family's old house. You're growing up fast."

Daria was at a temporary loss for words. "Thank you," she said.

"Tea drinker, I see," said Mrs. Flores.

"I learned to drink tea while I was over there," Daria replied.

"Coffee for me," said Mrs. Flores. "It took me a while to learn to drink the stuff and now I can't do without it." She gestured over her coffee cup.

"It's tea for now," said Daria. She then noticed that Mrs. Flores' coffee was stirring itself.

"Whoah," she said.

Author's notes:

This chapter is set in Highland, Texas, the locale for numerous Beavis and Butthead cartoons. This version of Highland is modeled after Big Spring, Texas.

In real life, the German Luftwaffe used to train some of its military pilots at US air fields located in the US state of New Mexico, which had the advantages of being sparsely populated and having wide open spaces. I decided to relocate one of the German training facilities to Highland.

Raven Caswell is a semi-OC based on the tall, gaunt-looking Goth girl who appeared in several Beavis and Butthead. To my knowledge, she never had a name or a speaking part. She previously appeared in Daria Ravenclaw: The Highland Years and in Daria Ravenclaw: The Year of the Owl.

Marta Flores is an OC that I invented. She previously appeared in Daria Ravenclaw: The Highland Years and in Daria Ravenclaw: No Country For Unpleasant Old Men.