I stare at Magnus, shocked. I'm distracted from my thoughts as Mr Frost strides into the room. I let out a squeak, and he turns his piercing blue gaze on me. I shudder, but then I am distracted again by Eleanor. She pulls the waffle from her back with a loud sucking noise. Then she hurls it at Mr Frost.
It sticks to his crisp white shirt, staining it with maple syrup. He gives a massive gasp, flailing his arms around wildly.
"You ruined my shirt!" he screams at Eleanor. He pulls the waffle from his shirt and ditches it back at her. Eleanor catches it expertly; then throws it at his face. It sticks for a moment, before he starts to eat it. Pieces fly from the waffle like the cookie monster when he eats his cookies. Soon, all that's left of the waffle is the syrup covering Mr Frost and a few crumbs on the ground.
"Get out, now," orders Eleanor. I just stand there, hoping that Mr Frost won't stare at me again. Then, to my horror, I hear the toilet flush. I barely supress a groan as Mr Pedrick strides in.
"Why are you all in my room?!" shouts Eleanor. Just as I think that they're about to leave, Mr Brown rolls in.
"Don't worry! The party can start now, I'm here!" he cries, waving his chubby arms in the air. Eleanor goes slightly red in the face.
"GET OUT! THIS IS NOT YOUR HOUSE! UNLESS YOU ARE GOING TO THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE IN HERE! GET OUT!" she bellows. Magnus turns to jump back into his poster.
"Oh no Maggie, not you. You can stay," she adds with an air of familiarity.
"Oh please, not my childhood nickname," sighs Magnus, plopping down onto the beanbag. Mr Frost sighs, then strides out the door with Mr Pedrick and Mr Brown trailing behind him.
"Thank goodness that's over," I sigh. Then I nearly explode when I see a light blue sheet of paper on the ground. I walk over and realise with a start - it's a blue homework contract.
Eleanor and I exchange glances. Mr Frost is known for handing this out to students on Mondays.
Mr Frost barges back through the door. "Excuse me!" he bellows, bending down to pick up the contract. "Forgot something!"
"Argh! Noooooooo!" Eleanor shouts, trying to turn away. But it's too late. She's already seen his blue underwear peeking over the top of his pants.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAHHH!" Eleanor shouts, flailing. She runs around screaming. Then she slips over on the maple syrup on the floor.
Mr Frost smiles devilishly. "Oh, I usually have that effect on people. Hot, aren't I?"
Magnus makes a retching noise from the corner of Eleanor's room. A look of fake hurt crosses Mr Frost's face.
"Oh, by the way, there's a surprise maths test tomorrow girls," he announces. Eleanor chokes.
"WHAT?!" But Mr Frost is already gone.
"… not good," I mutter. Eleanor picks herself up from the floor and opens a draw in her desk. There is a waffle in there. She grabs it out and uses it to soak up all the maple syrup her shirt, but not on the floor.
"Blah, who cares. I'M THE HIGH WARLOCK OF BROOKLYN!" she shouts.
"Now, my dear," Magnus begins. "I think you'll find that I am the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Because, after all,"
He is cut off by Eleanor.
"TWANG!" she shouts, shooting cotton tips at Magnus from her miniscule paperclip bow. "TWANG! TWANG! TWANG!"
"Uh… Eleanor? Are you really okay?" I question, then crack up laughing and fall on the floor. Right into the patch of maple syrup.
Eleanor laughs like a maniac at me, joining in with my hysterics. Magnus is looking down at us with slight disdain.
"I think I might leave you to it," he meows. Wait, meows? But yes. He is now just a tortoiseshell kitten jumping into the poster.
I stop laughing. So does Eleanor.
There is a long pause.
"Soooooooooooooooooooooo…." I say.
Then we're interrupted by the toilet flushing. Mr Pedrick strides in, holding a bunch of cookies on a metal tray. They seem to glow green and have a green vapour rising from them.
"Hello Sweethearts. Mr Pedrick here. Just wanted to let you know that I baked you some cookies. They may or may not be poisonous. Here you go." He drops them on the floor and leaves. A few seconds later I hear the toilet flush.
Eleanor's face = O.0 Then she says, "COOKIES!"
"Um… Eleanor?" I whisper.
"WHAT IS IT?" she bellows.
"I think they're… poisonous. At the least. Probably radioactive."
She glances at them.
"OOH, RADIOACTIVE COOKIES! MY FAVOURITE TYPE!"
I facepalm.
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