Chapter Ten
Ok Hi people sorry I haven't updated for a while, life has been busy. Here we go!
Friday came before any of the students knew it. The morning went slowly, and as most of them hadn't got to sleep until the early hours, they were all sleepy and irritable. This went for Mr S too. He seemed to have forgotten that he had promised them the afternoon off, and when he was reminded, he was not best pleased. But, after a spot of yelling and a few minutes of verbal abuse, everyone was happy. It was eleven thirty in the morning.
"Hey, Mr S, when did you say we were getting let out?" Ron yelled.
Mr S looked at him across the room.
"Ginger, kindly do not shout. Twelve. Now, on with the rocking!"
They spent the next half an hour trying to learn to play in time, but to no avail. Mr S decided to give up in the end, and when the bell for lunch went, he looked relieved.
"Ok, you guys have a good time."
"Gee, thanks Mr S," Buffy said excitedly.
"Oh, and one more thing!"
The class paused at the door and turned around to face him.
"If I hear about anyone assaulting, annoying, or damaging the general public or their property in anyway, there will be consequences. BAD ONES."
"It's ok Mr S, you don't have to worry about us," Harry winked at him.
"No, junky, I really think I do." Mr S grimaced as the class left the room.
The ten students had agreed to all leave the school together at five o'clock. The boys had put up a protest, saying that the girls surely didn't need five hours to get ready, but a sharp punch from Buffy had soon shut up their representative.
"Oooh I love it when she gets mad," Spike said in a high pitched voice, holding his groin in pain. The boys had then dragged him away to their dormitory to get ready.
Artemis sat down on his bed, watching the other four getting ready. Draco noticed him.
"Hey Fowl, why aren't you getting all dolled up?"
Artemis looked up.
"Do you want me to help with your make up?"
"Shut up Malfoy!" Artemis got up and went over to his suitcase. The truth was, he hadn't ever been on a proper date with a proper girl before, and he had no idea what he was doing. He looked inside the case. The array of shirts was confusing. Which one would Mia like? What if it looked stupid and she laughed at him? In the end he chose a dark blue, almost black shirt which he pulled on and left a few buttons undone at the top, leaving his neck exposed. He put on a pair of jeans and looked in the mirror. He walked into the bathroom to get some aftershave, unexpecting of the yells that followed.
"SHUT THE FUCKING DOOR FOWL!" Spike was in the shower, stark naked. He grabbed a puffy, pink sponge and positioned it strategically. Artemis slammed the door and ran to the other side of the room. Harry and Ron burst in from the other bathroom.
"What's all the yelling about?" Harry asked.
Spike was now out of the shower and was standing near the door, holding a towel around his waist.
"Fowl is a gay, that's what's going on!" he yelled.
"Excuse me? Are you familiar with the concept of locking the door if you intend to remove all of your clothes?" Artemis said indignantly.
Draco was busy laughing in the background.
"What, so, Artemis walked in on Spike in the shower?" Ron said.
"YES!" Spike yelled, not realising that his towel had fallen down.
"For Christ's sake PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!" Artemis yelled turning around.
"It's bad enough seeing you naked once in one day but twice! That's enough to scar anyone for life!"
Spike put on a pair of black trousers and a deep red shirt. He kept well away from Artemis and kept glancing at him suspiciously. Harry had put on a white shirt with an open neck and a pair of light blue jeans, and Ron was wearing a blue shirt with dark jeans. Draco was still undecided.
"Hmm. Shall I go for the black or the grey?"
"Well whichever one you choose, you'll still be a babe repeller," Ron sniggered.
After the incident with the daffodils, Draco chose to ignore the comment, and chose the black shirt with a pair of jeans. After they had all put on gallons of aftershave, hair gel and a jacket each, they made their way downstairs to the common room to wait for the girls.
In the girls dorm, Mia and Cooper were in the middle of a crisis. They had both discovered the same top in their suitcases, and both wanted to wear it.
"Look, it goes better with my jeans," Cooper said, parading in front of the mirror.
"Well it looks nice with my skirt!" Mia argued.
"Ok, I have an idea," Buffy went over to the two of them. "Whoever can eat the most toothpaste in twenty seconds can wear the top." She handed each of them a tube of toothpaste and looked at her watch.
"Ok, GO!" Twenty seconds later, Mia had thrown up and Cooper was wearing the top. It was dark blue and had straps that were lacy.
Mia came out of the bathroom looking pale.
"Now what do I wear?" She wailed.
"Why are you so anxious to look good anyway?" Cinderella cooed. "Wanna look good for your geek?"
Mia ignored her, but to make herself feel better, she swapped Cinderella's eyeshadow for boot polish.
Eventually, Mia decided to wear a light blue halter neck top with a white knee length skirt. She had flat sandals on, and she did her hair in a messy bun. Mia didn't usually wear much make up, and today was no exception. Cooper, feeling slightly guilty, came over.
"Look, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to make you sick," she said.
"It's ok, the top looks better on you anyway. I bet Ron loves it,"
Cooper smiled.
"You look great too. Artemis might walk into something when he sees you!"
The other side of the room, Buffy was carefully putting on mascara in the mirror. Her skirt, which Hermione said was more like a belt, was creeping dangerously up her leg. Her matching leopard skin top was also very revealing, but she didn't seem to mind that she was going out into the world dressed as a hooker. Hermione was wearing a slinky black top with a long white skirt, and was testing out which high heeled shoes she could walk in without falling over. Cinderella had just put boot polish all over her eyes, and was shrieking swear words and scrubbing frantically at her face.
"Hey guys! I just thought of something. We don't have any money!" Cooper pointed out.
"Well, if the worst comes to the worst, we could always make Buffy stand on the street corner," Hermione said, laughing.
Luckily, Buffy hadn't heard her. She had just found an envelope under the door. It contained four hundred dollars.
"This should be enough," she said, gesturing to it.
"Wow! How drunk does he want us to get?" Mia said, wide eyed. They split the money five ways and went downstairs to meet the boys. No one knew what the evening had in store, but whatever it was, it was going to be interesting……………
More to come, hopefully soon, but after the week I've had, don't hold your breath.