Absolutely Spiffing!
Part 4
"Golly! Where's the boat gone?"
Dick said.
"I don't know. It was definitely here
when we left." Anne said, young and naïve as usual.
"Well, I suppose that we really ought
to go back to the others and tell them the tragic news." Julian said.
"Yes. I suppose we'd better. We really
are a bunch of fatheads to leave the boat unattended for a whole day."
Dick said.
George sighed. She was getting impatient.
Her cousins really were rather stupid.
"You ass! We haven't addressed the mystery!
Who could have taken our boat? We're the only ones on the island apart from our
new friends."
"Golly-gosh! You are right! What do you
suggest we do?" Anne said.
"Well, we should sleep on it. Let's go
back to their camp." George said.
Slowly and steadily they made their way back
up to Hogwarts students camp.
The Hogwarts students were all sitting
outside the cave, eating rather burned sausages.
"Hallo again! Somebody's taken our
boat. Do you suppose we could bunk down with you tonight?"
"Yeah, alright." Said Remus.
The five walked over.
"Who took your boat?" asked Kira.
"That's what the mystery is. We don't
actually know." George said.
"Are you going to try and find
out?" James asked.
"Well, yes, but tomorrow. We're rather
tired now."
"But it's only eight o'clock! Isn't it
a bit early to go to bed?" Sirius said.
"Golly! Is that the time! We should
have been asleep half an hour ago! Whatever will Aunt Fanny say?"
"Gosh! I bet she'll be terribly worried
about us! We said we'd be back for supper by six!" Dick said. He looked
appalled.
"And we have no way of getting in
contact with her either." Anne said. She began to cry.
"Well, from what I've heard, there are
plenty of owls on this island." Said Peter.
"What of it?" asked George.
"Well you can get one to take a message
to your Aunt." Peter said as this was most obvious, ignoring the deadly
looks that the others gave him.
"How? It's just an owl." George
asked, looking very curious and suspicious.
"Well-" Peter began, but was cut
off by Kira.
"I'm sorry, Peter here is very
confused. In his dreams you see, owls deliver everyone's post for them!"
"Oh, I see." George laughed.
"Anne, who was still crying stopped,
and laughed too. Julian and Dick soon joined in.
The Hogwarts friends gave them strange
looks.
"I say, that's jolly funny! Absolutely
Wizard!
"Wizard?" the students looked
worried. Had they sussed them out?
"Yes. You know, Super, Fab, Great all
those kinds of words." Julian said.
"Oh, you mean like Cool, Groovy and
Far-Out?" Sirius asked.
"Yes, I suppose so." Dick said,
though he looked a little confused.
"Well, I'm getting extremely weary. I
think I'm going to turn in." Dick said.
"Yes, me too." George, Julian and
Anne chorused, and Timmy barked.
"We'll sleep outside." George
said.
"Okay."
* * *
On the other side of the island, away from
the eyes and ears of the children, Something Was Up. A small row-boat was
coming ashore, bringing with it two large thug like men. They got out of the
boat, carrying a large heavy crate between them. Precariously, they lugged the
crate onto the sand, and then dragged it into a small cave. The weight of the
crate made a groove in the moist spongy sand, and the sand worms came up to see
what was going on. Grunting and groaning the two men, who shall be called Twig
and Trog, pulled the crate up onto a ledge overhanging inside the cave. Then,
moaning and whimpering, they pulled themselves up onto the ledge and began to
heave the gigantic crate into a tunnel, leading off from the ledge. Suddenly,
Trog spoke, causing Twig to jump and bump his head on the rocky roof of the
tunnel.
"What time d'you think that Quinn will
get here?" his voice was low, deep and rumbling. The echo reverberated
around the stone walls, creating an eerie sound.
Twig grunted.
"I dunno. One-ish, perhaps. But when 'e
does get 'ere he's got some business to attend to, and he won't want us 'anging
'round bothering 'im."
"Right." Trog replied.
The two large men continued to drag the huge
box through the rocky tunnel, until they emerged into a room carved from the
rock. In this room there was a typewriter, a digital watch, a table a couple of
chairs, a mouldy old couch and a bowl of goldfish.
The two men pushed the box into a dark
corner and sank down onto the mouldy old couch. Trog lit a pipe and Twig lit a
cigarette.
And they waited. And waited. And waited.
Until they fell asleep.
* * *
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Little Witch
