Tancred stood there, mouth opened, eyes wide, and a look of shock, disbelief, and pain spread around his face. Emma blinked several times, looking quite confused.
She looked at Tancred and said, "Why do you look…I don't know…stunned?"
Tancred scoffed. "Because I am! Emma, how could you?"
Emma raised an eyebrow. "What did I do?"
"You mean you don't know what you did?" Tancred closed his mouth and his eyes went back to normal size…nearly.
Emma was about to reply when something mentally hit her again. "Of course I knew what I did!" Emma snapped.
She marched out of the room with her nose in the air while Tancred yelled angrily, "FINE! Leave! I bet…I bet…FINE!"
Tancred marched out of the room and is greeted by Lysander, who looked bemused. "What did you do Tancred Torrson?"
"Nothing! I asked her the question, she says no…"
"She said no?!" Lysander said, eyes widening at the irony. "Why did she say that?"
"She said that someone already asked her to the dance and she just couldn't say no! Then I got angry and there were a lot of wind and she marched up to me and said that we're through…" There was an extremely pained expression on his face as he finished telling Lysander everything. Before Lysander could say anything, Tancred walked off, very brokenhearted.
Later That Day…
Emma felt very awkward. She now forgot many things and she ends up in places she didn't remember traveling to. For example, she was going to the King's Room to finish her English homework and then the next minute, she found herself near the cafeterias.
"What is wrong with me?" Emma muttered to herself as she finally reached the King's Room after many attempts. Everyone stared at her (except Tancred) as she stumbled in, late. Manfred glared her down to her seat. Emma nervously sat down and opened her book and grabbed a pen and eyed her paper.
It was really challenging, especially when one of Tancred's wind blows your paper off the table or into someone else's area. It was also hard to keep your paper dry from all of the continuous rain. Manfred, on the other hand, enjoyed it. If you're all wondering why, I will tell you, just don't lean forward too far that your head will run into the screen…that would be bad.
Manfred enjoyed this because it always makes him happy to see people struggling. The only part he didn't like was that he wasn't doing it…Tancred was.
"TORRSON!" Manfred bellowed. He had enough; he couldn't stand watching someone else making someone's life miserable…that was HIS job!
"Stop it with your stormy ways! Can't you see that we're all trying to do some work? I have to go over some enrollment papers for three new kids coming here tomorrow! Now you better not get any rain over it or I'll give you seven detentions! That's right, seven!" Manfred smirked, watching the worried expression on Tancred's face as he scribbled down some notes on the History of the French Revolution.
Joshua looked up and glared at Manfred (note that Joshua went to the good side with the help of the flames…his mother on the other hand is still ev-I mean EBIL) and said in Tancred's defense, "So why are you here? Shouldn't you be in your office? Why are you here anyway?"
Manfred looked at Joshua and then away, not wanting to smile. He may use his magnetism. "Because if I do work somewhere else, there's no one to look after you hooligans! You wouldn't do your homework, you could hold a secret meeting about something, and you could also hold a party in here!"
"Hey, good idea!" Olivia laughed. She stopped immediately when Manfred turned his burning gaze at her.
"We know you are endowed and you're here to work, not party." Manfred grumbled.
"Come on Manfred, just this once?" asked Lysander.
"NO! NOW GET BACK TO WORK!!!!!" Manfred roared.
Everyone looked down at their papers and didn't speak for the rest of the hour…
Midnight…
Olivia sat up when she heard a clink outside her window. It was hard to see anything in the night. Olivia looked around as she heard the clink. It came from the window. Olivia tried to make out the shapes of the other girls to see if they were awake or not. Something told her they weren't so she snuck up to the window and forced it open.
"Olivia, is that you?" came a voice.
Olivia blinked, waiting for her eyes to adjust. When they did, she looked down and to her excitement, she saw Charlie Bone! THE Charlie Bone, standing under her window! (Isn't that romantic???)
"Charlie, what are you doing here?" Olivia whispered loudly.
"I came to see you." Charlie whispered back, grateful for the dark. He was blushing fiercely and he didn't want Olivia to see. Charlie was still wearing his school uniform…they were covered with stains and dirt. His hair was rougher than ever, his face was clean though.
Olivia blush a blood red and she did a little jig in delight. Then something hit her. "Charlie, you have to go to the Spring Dance! If you don't, you'll better get ready for a funeral! It's a tradition!"
Charlie, to Olivia's surprise, didn't react the way Olivia had thought. Instead of a panicking Charlie, he was calm. "I know Olivia, I already know all about it. Uncle Paron told me!"
"Uncle Paron?" Olivia said under her breath to herself. "I thought it was 'Paton'."
"I better go, see ya!" Charlie called.
Olivia just waved, looking suspicious. Then Allie Porter woke up, yawning. "Olivia, who are you whispering to?"
"No one…I was just getting some fresh air. I can't go outside at this time so I opened the window." Olivia lied, slamming it closed. She climbed into bed and pulled the covers over and turned to her side, pondering at Charlie's mistake.
Earlier that very same day…
Before all of that happened, the King's Room and the midnight meeting, Charlie had delivered three trays to two tables. He thought he went to three. He was quite wrong…
Charlie came back into the kitchen. "I have delivered the biscuits to seven, fruit shakes to five, and cookies to…" Charlie paused. "Seven…" he said slowly…thinking how this could be possible.
Mr. Onimous shook his head. "No, cookies are to three! Don't worry, everyone get's it wrong on their first day. I'll go give three their cookies. Go make some fruit kabobs.
Charlie watched Mr. Onimous go trough the curtains and asked weakly, "How do I do that?"
Mrs. Onimous came up to him. "Did you finish those orders?"
"I gave seven some cookies, even though I already went there…um…" Charlie explained everything. How there were different people at the table seven every time he went to them.
First trip, a girl and her parents, second trip, a boy and his dog. How is all of that possible?
Mrs. Onimous gasped. "I don't think…Charlie, I'm scared…will you go check who's sitting at seven now?"
Charlie gaped at her for a second and obeyed. He peeked out the doorway and saw three women. They were all blonde.
Charlie looked back at Mrs. Onimous. "Three women with yellow hair."
Mrs. Onimous gasped and fell to the floor, crying.
Charlie walked up to her, looking anxious. "Mrs. Onimous, are you okay?"
Mrs. Onimous looked up with a huge smile. "Charlie…my sisters…they have returned!"
Charlie looked at her with puzzlement. "My sisters…they always shape shift into three different things. My three sisters!"
"But there were only a boy and a dog at my second trip." said Charlie.
"Didn't you notice the leash?" Onoria asked, wiping her tears on a handkerchief.
Charlie slapped his forehead. "I feel like an idiot…"
Mr. Onimous rushed in with excitement. "Onoria, have you heard?"
"Yes, yes! I have heard my dear!" Mrs. Onimous sprang up from the floor and rushed to hug Orvil.
Then three ladies walked in with huge smiles, similar to Mrs. Onimous's.
"Onoria, long time no see!" the tallest one said, holding out her arms, expecting Onoria to run into them and hug her.
She did just that. "Onnia! You have grown a foot since I last saw you three years ago!"
Mrs. Onimous looked at the other two. "Onnora, Onnastia! My you all have grown!" They shared a long hug and they all talked at once about their life.
"I think you want to go off and do something else. Whenever they come to visit, it gets boring after a while. Trust me. Once they stayed for seven months! Their parents had to pry them apart!" Mr. Onimous whispered to Charlie, winking at him.
Charlie gave a little laugh. He then took off the hairnet and he brushed his filthy clothes. He hadn't notice the stains he got from the fruit shakes. It got splattered all over his clothes.
Orvil noticed this and said, "Let's get you some new clothes, shall we?"
Charlie sat down on the chair and waited for Mr. Onimous's return. Charlie helped himself to a cookie and munched happily. When Mr. Onimous returned, he held a red t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. "Here, try this on for size. You can have it. I bought it for my cousin's nephew but I already gave him so many clothes so I decided to give it to you."
"Thanks!" Charlie said in an excited voice. This turns out to be a good day…so far.