I enjoyed writing this chapter. Sooo much better than the stuff that I've been spouting for a while~! BTW, I listened to these songs while writing:
Equinox (Skrillex)
I'm Awesome (Spose)
Like a Boss & I'm On a Boat (Lonely Island)
Pet Sematary (The Ramones)
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A chilly breeze met Zim and the others as they descended from the scarlet steam engine. Many thestrals pulled old carts along the path leading to the castle-like school of Hogwarts. The moon hung in the sky pointedly stared at his feet as he followed the others to one of the carts.
"Y'know, I've always wondered how those carts are pulled..." Harry said.
Ron shrugged. "Dunno either, mate."
"Thestrals, obviously." Zim sighed.
"Oh yeah! I read about that in Hogwarts, A History." Hermione said. "It says that the carts are pulled by magical creatures called thestrals, and you can only see them if you've witnessed the death of a person!"
"That's...delightful." Ginny muttered, walking off to join her friends.
The four continued searching for an empty cart as they passed under glimmering lanterns, dragging their feet against the cobblestone. Up ahead, a couple of thestrals were waiting for them.
Harry climbed into the cart, followed by the others.
Zim folded his hands as Dumbledore stood up on the stage.
Ugh...just wait, Zim. Of course I can wait him out! He thought, only slightly smirking. He blocked out the old man's welcoming speech as he drummed his fingers on the long woooden table.
As soon as the festive foods appeared on the golden platters, he began making himself a meal of salads and crumpets.
Munching into a carrot, Zim cracked his neck only to see Dib (who had been placed in Ravenclaw) glaring menacingly at him. Zim snarled at the big-headed freak.
He growled when Percy clapped his hands, signaling for the Grffyndors to follow him. Pushing himself away from the table, Zim stood up along with Harry, Ron, and Hermione to join Ron's older brother. Fred and George were already harassing Percy with mimicking him ordering others around.
"H'alright! I'm Percy, so do what I say and ask questions later! And in the be-" Fred was cut off by George.
"Hold it Fred, not in front of the young ones," George smirked. "Wait until Percy is listening.
Fred nodded furiously. "Ah, I see..."
Zim shook his head at the two. Weirdos...
Percy whisked out and up the stairs while looking awfully proud of himself for being a prefect yet again.
As he followed Percy up to the Gryffindor tower, Zim actually tried to look excited. Key word; tried.
What's got you down, Zimmypants?
Go away.
Aw! There's no need to be like that, Zimson!
Screw off.
Fine. But you can't avoid me forever...~
"I thought it left me...guess not." Zim half-whispered, half-sighed. He let out a breath of relief when the group of Grffyndors made it to the portrait. "Finally!" he cried to the Harry next to him.
"I know; that felt longer than usual!" Ron agreed.
Hermione crinkled her nose. "That's only because you're out of shape, Ron."
Zim quickened his pace so he could reach his room first, wanting to just lay down for a while! "I need a break," he huffed.
Percy muttered something to the Fat Lady, and she swung open waiting for the kids to pile in. She gave a rare smile to Hermione as she passed her. Zim climbed into the portrait hole, and darted up the tower to his dormitory so he get some rest. He came in to find GIR waiting lazily for him on his bed.
"GIR, get off."
The ash-gray cat mewed and moved to the end of the bed with a purr, obviously glad his master was here with him.
