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Chapter 3:
The Guitar String Incident:
Another experiment was yet again doomed for disaster in Cackle's Academy. Camelot College decided that Cackle's Witches would benefit from the "influence of excellence" of the wizards - it was another form of experiment to see if Wizards could teach Witches, and if Witches could teach Wizards. (However, the latter route was not taken).
It was yet another normal day of abnormalities in Cackle's Academy, when into the staffroom burst forth the entire staff minus Davina (who had, had an altercation with Egbert regarding his singing-voice, which resulted in her taking refuge in her cupboard earlier that day). The staff were followed by Egbert and Algernon.
"It's not my fault!" snapped Algernon, waving his green-sleeved arms through the tense air.
"You prodded me in the eye with it!" Egbert sneered, holding his large hand to his eye. Amelia instantly darted to his aide, trying to link her arm in his dotingly. Imogen sighed, scoffed and shook her head as she slumped in her usual floral arm chair.
"I'm sure there's a reasonable way that we can sort this out," Imogen suggested.
"Oh, shut up!" snapped Egbert, "you're not even a Witch and should be beneath me!"
"I can assure you, Chief Wizard, that will never happen…" she droned, picking up a sports magazine, with pictures of mountain bikers on the front, doing different stunts.
"I don't know why all you bikes always want to ride in different positions. The usual has always sufficed for me," moaned Egbert, "the rider on top of the bike."
"Excuse me," uttered Imogen.
"Isn't there a name for that?" he inquired, "other than doing it upside down, legs in the air and so forth?"
"Missionary?" Algernon asked. Everybody's head snapped in his direction.
"Algernon, suffice it to say that you have gotten the wrong end of the stick."
"No, isn't that a missionary outside?"
They looked out the diamond-crossed window, to see an elderly gentleman, dressed in a brown gown lurking about.
"I don't know," exclaimed Egbert, holding his hand to his eye, "I can't see!"
"It's your fault! You shouldn't have been fingering my G-string so hard!"
"I played with it like you asked me to! I didn't ask you to poke me with your instrument!"
"You kept twisting the head! The tension became too much for it!"
"You could've warned me, Algie!"
"I did! I told you that when it gets hard and less wobbly you were to leave it alone!"
"Perhaps we should leave you to sort out this situation yourselves, gentlemen. Ladies, I think we should leave. I believe dear Mrs. Cosie was looking for some company. I offered to help her clean down her cobwebs. They haven't been disturbed since Mr. Cosie used to reside there."
"Ah," grinned Constance, "I was thinking you couldn't possible be eating cakes there the whole time."
"Yes, I like muffins too." A/N: Unsure if that's Irish-only slang, or general slang, but look it up if you don't get it. =)
"Don't get cocky with me, Egbert Hellibore. It wasn't me who missed sticking it in the hole."
"It was tiny!"
"I practically stuck it in your face! You couldn't miss it!"
"And that's how you ended up poking me in the eye with that tiny thing!"
"Tiny thing? I'll have you know the man in the shop rated it heavy gauge!"
"Of all the impertinence!" Egbert snapped, storming out.
"Ladies, let me give you some advice. Never, ever change a guitar string with Egbert Hellibore."
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