Before Chapter 7….

F-F-F's Comment and Question to You: That was about the longest chapter EVER that I've written in a fan fiction. 8 pages long! Woo-hoo! If you read through the whole informational, you stuck through it! Congratulations! Did you like it? Please tell me! I need to know if I need to make it more fun and exciting or not.

P s. And PLEASE PLEASE PLAEASE PLEASE WITH SUGAR ON TOP TELL ME IF THIS IS TOO BORING! Because if it is, I'm going to go through and take out the boring parts so someone else will LOVE IT! HELP ME!

Other note: There was a huge chapter number issue starting at Apprentice Breakfast Part 2.

Chapter 7: Here Comes Beetle! And Jenna too!

Fight of the Friends

No one saw me lying on the ground. Either that or a loose dragon causes too much pandemonium to remember the girl who tumbled down a roof. Either way, no one was there to pull me up but myself. I struggled against the pain in my leg as I rose to my feet. I coughed and reached into my pocket. In my palm was a pain-relief swallower. It was a little tiny solid block of medicine Rose had given me. I popped it into my mouth and swallowed. After a few seconds the pain began to ease away. I then noticed where I was. I was standing right in front of the man-scriptorium. And Spit Fyre had damaged the roof. I walked in and heard the familiar ring of shop bells when a door is opened. I walked to the back of the manu-scriptorium and-

Ok, I don't know. Should I present Beetle telling Septimus he is too busy to plan? Should Beetle and Septimus be glugging down Frizz Froot? Maybe Septimus should be blown up like a balloon and Jenna is tempted to pop him…. Heck! Who knows! I'll let you decide. Go ahead. Write it down. Hm, but this could be important later on… Better make something up!

stayed quiet. I wanted to see what was happening before I barged in. I pressed my ear to the door and then had a better idea: I muttered a Spelle and the door vanished before my eyes. I saw Septimus and Beetle in the Chief Hermetic Scribe Chamber.

"What do you mean you don't have time?" Septimus demanded. He looked cross.

"I told you, something came up. I'm sure you'll figure something out anyway," Beetle said.

"Beetle, she means a life time to me! What would it be like for you if Jenna was in a coma and disappeared?"

"It would be harsh," Beetle answered. "Have a glass of Fizz Froot," he said. Septimus took the cup and drank.

"Exactly. And what if I wouldn't help you find her?"

"We both know that that won't happen. I mean, she's your sister. You'd help find her any day," Beetle said right before he guzzled down some Fizz Froot.

"Well, what if I wouldn't? What would that be like for you?"

"I'd use some means of persuasion," Beetle answered.

"Persuasion? Is that a hint? There's nothing I could bargain with you for! Besides, I would never imagine that I'd have to bribe you!" Septimus furiously cried out.

"I'm sorry, this position isn't a piece of cake. I- I don't have time anymore to go your stupid adventures!" Beetle blurted out.

"Stupid adventures?" Septimus said, taken aback.

"For all these years, it's been: 'Oh, Beetle, since "Septimus isn't here would you mind leading this for me?' 'Oh, where is Septimus? Hey Beetle, help me with this!' 'I'm so glad Beetle was here to help me since my apprentice wasn't here!'! Septimus! Do you know how that's felt for the past three years?" Beetle told him.

I could tell that Septimus was dumbstruck at Beetle's outburst. He laid his eyes on the door and I could tell that he could see me. My face unwillingly turned a fresh red hue of embarrassment. "I'll be right back," Septimus said glumly. He walked toward the door and opened it. I allowed the door to come back into my vision so I could focus.

"Hello, hey, I don't think we can, you know, start an expedition or anything. He's too busy," Septimus said. His voice cracked as he said it.

"Is my brother upset?" I heard someone demand. I whirled around and saw Jenna storming up from the twisted hallway. "What is going on?" She asked, looking menacing and serious with her Witch cloak catching air behind her. She almost had the appearance and demeanor of Marcia.

"Um, no?" Septimus said, but you could tell from his cracked voice and sad posture that he was lying.

"Septimus! What's going on?" Jenna demanded.

"You can go ahead and leave. We can search somewhere else," Septimus answered vaguely.

"What/" Jenna turned to me for answers.

"Beetle said that he's too busy," I said.

Jenna raised her eyebrows. "Beetle's too busy? Well, I'll have a word with him." And the princess flung open the door to the chamber and strode right on in. It swung closed behind her.

"Are you wanting to listen in?" I asked Septimus. He shook his head in a "no". It didn't matter. Jenna's voice was so loud that it echoed right into the hallway.

"Beetle! I demand you to tell me why you will not help Septimus in his attempt to find Syrah! Have you noticed how upset and pre-occupied he has been lately? You have known him for three years! How could you be too busy to help your friend? And, if you think that you are too busy, I am the princess! Even the princess could find time to help him! And I'm a lot busier than you are! Have a heart Beetle!" Jenna screamed at him.

I could just sense Beetle wilting into his chair. I heard a much quieter voice speak, but I couldn't make out the words. "Good!" Jenna shouted after the mumbling stopped. She opened the door and gestured us inside.