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Olly Fudge and the Ray of Onimosity
Olly boarded the train to the northern coast somberly. Once again her father hadn't come to say goodbye, he never did, "too busy" was always his excuse. But her Mom came, and her twin brother and sister too. They always came. Olly waved out the compartment window at them.
The train gave a lurch, and began to rumble away over the countryside. Olly was
headed to Durmstrang, a magic school in the far north. Scince she was alone she
slipped a hand into one of her bags and pulled out her precious CD player. After months of begging and sneaking she had finally accuired one from some vender in London. She then had one of her father's "friends" put a tiny, yet complicated charm on it so it would play in high magic areas.
After clumsily fiddleing with the headphones, and finally getting them draped around her neck --almost choking her-- she pressed play . It was good music. No matter how hard anyone in the wizarding community tried they'd never be able to top it with their pitiful excuses for insterments. Why they couldn't just settle for a simple guitar was beyond Olly, but she suspected it was somthing to do with ego.
She fell asleep slowly on the uncomfortable, sticky, and hot seat and dosed on, only waking for the food cart at noon. When she woke up later, in mid afternoon, she took her three duffle bags off the overhead shelf and boarded the next train. She was packed in a car with six other people, three older men traveling together sat cramped on the seat accross from her, a dosing old maid in the corner, and a watery looking woman with a wailing baby.
The next four hours were definately not pleasent. Olly strained to look out the
window, past the baby's flailing arms and the snoozing figure of the old lady. But
soon it was dark and the train began to slow, finaly reaching the station with a
loud squeeling of brakes.
Olly flung her bags over her shoulders aquardly and stumbled down the stairs.
The station was almost deserted, exept for the peoplewho came off Olly's train. But they all scampered away quickly, leaving Olly to walk to the docks alone.
She spotted one other kid she knew by sight walking in the other side of
the street, lugging a heavy trunk behind her. Olly gave a small wave when the girl glanced at her, but other than that, the girl didn't even acknowledge her existance. As she neared the docks more mysterious children began popping out of allys carring thier luggage, none of them caring to wave "hi" or start up a conversation.
Olly was used to being ignored. At school, at home it was all the same. The only place she got credit in was Dark Arts Awareness class and Muggle Studies too. She knew she was strange, but not why. The only thing she could think of was about her being extremely short. Other than that she was fairly normal, straight dark brown hair down to her waist, black eyes, and thin but dark eyebrows that for some ironic reson always curved up on the end, making it look like she had tiny horns on the very edge of them. Maby thats it, she sometimes figured, who would want to be friends with a girl who has horned eyebrows, right? It was a pitiful excuse, but Olly was fairly happy thinking that. Or there was the fact that she had the temper of a time bomb. She was acctually proud of that, it was her ibggest defence.
The docks were deserted entirely of Muggles, leaving the white masts of sailboats to shine peacfully in the moonlight. Mr. Millitance, the "obediance coordinator" at Durmstrang, was directing a cluster of nervous first years on how to get on the ship. Olly, being a fifth year dropped her bags over the railing casually, slid herself under the lowest bar, and then let go. She landed with a small thud, magicly on a ship at least twice the size of the Titanic, only this one was bewitched not to hit the numerous iceburgs up in the arctic circle (Olly liked Muggle movies too).
Olly moved over as a third year dropped from above. Two house elfs were
already tossing her bags onto a cart, and not being the slightest bit careful
with them either. Olly was sure she heard a something crack inside her bags.
"Thanks,"Olly said sarcasticly, grabbing the carts and bags up before the
little monsters broke somthing else.
"'Welcome, Miss,"one of them said, flashing her a muderous look from
his neon yellow eyes.
Olly walked to her hotel-like room on the ship, sighed, and threw her bags onto the bed. It was a long way to Durmstang still, even after spending a whole tiresome day on trains. She felt a slight jerk and an increase in pressure as the ship dove into the ocean.
Olly walked below the deck to the kitchens on the ship. Several make-shift
tables had been put up and were already stuffed with hungry students pigging
out on soup, bread, and hot mulled spice apples. Olly went up to the cafeteria-
style counters, got some food, then stood against the wall eating.
She only had one true friend at school, Petier Polliof, but he lived right next to the school, about ten minutes away in a small wizarding village. So that left Olly all alone on the huge ship.
Not that there weren't people around, just unfortunatly annoying people. Olly moved to the lounge, deep in the hull of the ship, and sat down on one of the stiff leather chairs. Bolivar Bantoff, unfortunatly for Olly, was sitting close by. But he was always nice to her, a thing Olly didn't get much. He was funny, everyone laughed at his jokes and stupid little speeches, or just at him. But Scince she was going for the same kind of reaction, she tried not to laugh. Olly had once tryed so hard not to laugh in second year that her stomach hurt for a half an hour afterwords. He had a very strange accent, and no one really knew where he was from.
Bolivar was tall, had blazing blue eyes and white blonde hair. He was considered handsome by most of the girls Olly knew, and she guessed he was... a little. But she was more concerned with his hight, it was hard competing for class clown when your opponent is a severly taller than you.
"Fudge,"Bolivar began with a horrible sounding fake British accent and a cheesey smile,"How please- ant to seev you."
"You might want to work on your accent a little, Bantoff," Olly said. She knew it wasn't a good come back, but she was saving up for when school was really started."So, what did you do this summer?"
Even if they were playfull enemies, Bolivar was Olly's closest thing to a friend on the ship.
"Nofting. Nevar do nofting,"sighed Bolivar, droping the pitifull accent and rolling his eyes. His true accent was very strange and no one really knew where he was from, but Olly could guess, she had been all over the world with her family."My vive is too dull."
"Me either. Dad was home some of the summer. Said he didn't want to go anywhere because he had been traveling all year,"Olly rolled her eyes too.
"No vone evar came to seev me. No vone evar visited,"Bolivar grumbled.
"What? You want me to feel sorry for you? I spent my whole summer being critisized by Dad,"smirked Olly,"No visitors either. Anyway how can you expect visitors when you live in the Burmuda Triangle?"
"How?---,"Bolivar started, raising his eyebrows and then shaking his head wiht a smile,"I don't vant ta knov.-- Petier nevar visited you, Olly?"
"He sent an owl to say the Polliofs all went to the States for the summer."
"You should've owled ve. Or I you. Be better than alone."
"Er-Yeah right. Like we could last ten seconds without trying to out-do eachother."
"I guess sov, but hey, we doing pretty good now. Eh?"
"Sure,"Olly rolled her eyes.
"Hey Fudge, see your case of R.O.E. hasn't gotten any better."said a voice to Olly's right.
"No, I'm afraid it hasn't, Catty. Hows your P.M.S. doing?"sneered Olly.
"Meow,"whispered Bolivar.
A few kids near by giggled at thier daringness. Catilain Stevens, the most popular and envied girl in her year, had taken to bugging Olly in the past few years. But Olly knew just what made her tick, and was one of the few who dared to actually say them to her face. First, when people call her Catty, and not Stevens. Second, when people say "meow" because of her name. Third, when people make fun of her habit of turning everything into an abriviated disease. Like R.O.E. was Rolling Of the Eyes.
Catty smirked sarcasticly,"Boli, why are you with this- this, er- well you know?"
"It's Bantoff tov you. And Olly is not a 'er vell you know'."
"Sure, if you want to ruin whatever reputation you have, be my guest,"Catty said and stutted away with her group of friends, glaring back at Olly and Bolivar.
"You shouldn't have said that,"snarled Olly."I'm a big girl Bantoff, I can handle Stevens anytime."
"Yeah, vell, she vis a jerk,"Bolivar shugged,"And you are not an anyfing."
"Oh, so I'm, a nothing? I get enough of that at home. 'Bye," Olly said sternly.
"Goodbye, Olly."
"No, this is definatly not a good bye. Get your adjectives straight,"Olly walked away coldly. She knew that she had exploded on him, but time bombs had to explode sometimes, and Bolivar was getting a little too much like a real friend, she didn't want that, Petier was just fine.
She went back to her room, changed into her PJs and fell asleep. When she got up she felt a little sea sick and when she got out of bed she wobbled around getting ready. An ugly green mermaid floated past her little underwater window, and later a grindylow shoved his face against the glass. A pretty group of florecent fish swam by as she was taking care of her teeth in the tiny bathroom off her room.
Olly changed into her favorite blue robes, they had little yellow flowers embroidered on the collar and cuffs. She pulled on tall black boots over her thick yellow wool socks and walked down to the kitchens. It was almost deserted, as it was nearly eleven in the morning. Olly pulled a cold dish of oatmeal off the counter and sat down alone at a table.
It was a long day. Olly managed to stay away from people.She barricaded herself in her room, listening to CDs and reading her new schoolbooks. She only came out for meals. Finally a big jostling jerk notified her of the ships landing on Dimsmali Island. Olly's little window immediatly glazed over in a sheet of ice from the coldness outside, but just before that she spotted a huge building standing alone in the middle of the fresh white snow. She had arrived.
Olly Fudge and the Ray of Onimosity
Olly boarded the train to the northern coast somberly. Once again her father hadn't come to say goodbye, he never did, "too busy" was always his excuse. But her Mom came, and her twin brother and sister too. They always came. Olly waved out the compartment window at them.
The train gave a lurch, and began to rumble away over the countryside. Olly was
headed to Durmstrang, a magic school in the far north. Scince she was alone she
slipped a hand into one of her bags and pulled out her precious CD player. After months of begging and sneaking she had finally accuired one from some vender in London. She then had one of her father's "friends" put a tiny, yet complicated charm on it so it would play in high magic areas.
After clumsily fiddleing with the headphones, and finally getting them draped around her neck --almost choking her-- she pressed play . It was good music. No matter how hard anyone in the wizarding community tried they'd never be able to top it with their pitiful excuses for insterments. Why they couldn't just settle for a simple guitar was beyond Olly, but she suspected it was somthing to do with ego.
She fell asleep slowly on the uncomfortable, sticky, and hot seat and dosed on, only waking for the food cart at noon. When she woke up later, in mid afternoon, she took her three duffle bags off the overhead shelf and boarded the next train. She was packed in a car with six other people, three older men traveling together sat cramped on the seat accross from her, a dosing old maid in the corner, and a watery looking woman with a wailing baby.
The next four hours were definately not pleasent. Olly strained to look out the
window, past the baby's flailing arms and the snoozing figure of the old lady. But
soon it was dark and the train began to slow, finaly reaching the station with a
loud squeeling of brakes.
Olly flung her bags over her shoulders aquardly and stumbled down the stairs.
The station was almost deserted, exept for the peoplewho came off Olly's train. But they all scampered away quickly, leaving Olly to walk to the docks alone.
She spotted one other kid she knew by sight walking in the other side of
the street, lugging a heavy trunk behind her. Olly gave a small wave when the girl glanced at her, but other than that, the girl didn't even acknowledge her existance. As she neared the docks more mysterious children began popping out of allys carring thier luggage, none of them caring to wave "hi" or start up a conversation.
Olly was used to being ignored. At school, at home it was all the same. The only place she got credit in was Dark Arts Awareness class and Muggle Studies too. She knew she was strange, but not why. The only thing she could think of was about her being extremely short. Other than that she was fairly normal, straight dark brown hair down to her waist, black eyes, and thin but dark eyebrows that for some ironic reson always curved up on the end, making it look like she had tiny horns on the very edge of them. Maby thats it, she sometimes figured, who would want to be friends with a girl who has horned eyebrows, right? It was a pitiful excuse, but Olly was fairly happy thinking that. Or there was the fact that she had the temper of a time bomb. She was acctually proud of that, it was her ibggest defence.
The docks were deserted entirely of Muggles, leaving the white masts of sailboats to shine peacfully in the moonlight. Mr. Millitance, the "obediance coordinator" at Durmstrang, was directing a cluster of nervous first years on how to get on the ship. Olly, being a fifth year dropped her bags over the railing casually, slid herself under the lowest bar, and then let go. She landed with a small thud, magicly on a ship at least twice the size of the Titanic, only this one was bewitched not to hit the numerous iceburgs up in the arctic circle (Olly liked Muggle movies too).
Olly moved over as a third year dropped from above. Two house elfs were
already tossing her bags onto a cart, and not being the slightest bit careful
with them either. Olly was sure she heard a something crack inside her bags.
"Thanks,"Olly said sarcasticly, grabbing the carts and bags up before the
little monsters broke somthing else.
"'Welcome, Miss,"one of them said, flashing her a muderous look from
his neon yellow eyes.
Olly walked to her hotel-like room on the ship, sighed, and threw her bags onto the bed. It was a long way to Durmstang still, even after spending a whole tiresome day on trains. She felt a slight jerk and an increase in pressure as the ship dove into the ocean.
Olly walked below the deck to the kitchens on the ship. Several make-shift
tables had been put up and were already stuffed with hungry students pigging
out on soup, bread, and hot mulled spice apples. Olly went up to the cafeteria-
style counters, got some food, then stood against the wall eating.
She only had one true friend at school, Petier Polliof, but he lived right next to the school, about ten minutes away in a small wizarding village. So that left Olly all alone on the huge ship.
Not that there weren't people around, just unfortunatly annoying people. Olly moved to the lounge, deep in the hull of the ship, and sat down on one of the stiff leather chairs. Bolivar Bantoff, unfortunatly for Olly, was sitting close by. But he was always nice to her, a thing Olly didn't get much. He was funny, everyone laughed at his jokes and stupid little speeches, or just at him. But Scince she was going for the same kind of reaction, she tried not to laugh. Olly had once tryed so hard not to laugh in second year that her stomach hurt for a half an hour afterwords. He had a very strange accent, and no one really knew where he was from.
Bolivar was tall, had blazing blue eyes and white blonde hair. He was considered handsome by most of the girls Olly knew, and she guessed he was... a little. But she was more concerned with his hight, it was hard competing for class clown when your opponent is a severly taller than you.
"Fudge,"Bolivar began with a horrible sounding fake British accent and a cheesey smile,"How please- ant to seev you."
"You might want to work on your accent a little, Bantoff," Olly said. She knew it wasn't a good come back, but she was saving up for when school was really started."So, what did you do this summer?"
Even if they were playfull enemies, Bolivar was Olly's closest thing to a friend on the ship.
"Nofting. Nevar do nofting,"sighed Bolivar, droping the pitifull accent and rolling his eyes. His true accent was very strange and no one really knew where he was from, but Olly could guess, she had been all over the world with her family."My vive is too dull."
"Me either. Dad was home some of the summer. Said he didn't want to go anywhere because he had been traveling all year,"Olly rolled her eyes too.
"No vone evar came to seev me. No vone evar visited,"Bolivar grumbled.
"What? You want me to feel sorry for you? I spent my whole summer being critisized by Dad,"smirked Olly,"No visitors either. Anyway how can you expect visitors when you live in the Burmuda Triangle?"
"How?---,"Bolivar started, raising his eyebrows and then shaking his head wiht a smile,"I don't vant ta knov.-- Petier nevar visited you, Olly?"
"He sent an owl to say the Polliofs all went to the States for the summer."
"You should've owled ve. Or I you. Be better than alone."
"Er-Yeah right. Like we could last ten seconds without trying to out-do eachother."
"I guess sov, but hey, we doing pretty good now. Eh?"
"Sure,"Olly rolled her eyes.
"Hey Fudge, see your case of R.O.E. hasn't gotten any better."said a voice to Olly's right.
"No, I'm afraid it hasn't, Catty. Hows your P.M.S. doing?"sneered Olly.
"Meow,"whispered Bolivar.
A few kids near by giggled at thier daringness. Catilain Stevens, the most popular and envied girl in her year, had taken to bugging Olly in the past few years. But Olly knew just what made her tick, and was one of the few who dared to actually say them to her face. First, when people call her Catty, and not Stevens. Second, when people say "meow" because of her name. Third, when people make fun of her habit of turning everything into an abriviated disease. Like R.O.E. was Rolling Of the Eyes.
Catty smirked sarcasticly,"Boli, why are you with this- this, er- well you know?"
"It's Bantoff tov you. And Olly is not a 'er vell you know'."
"Sure, if you want to ruin whatever reputation you have, be my guest,"Catty said and stutted away with her group of friends, glaring back at Olly and Bolivar.
"You shouldn't have said that,"snarled Olly."I'm a big girl Bantoff, I can handle Stevens anytime."
"Yeah, vell, she vis a jerk,"Bolivar shugged,"And you are not an anyfing."
"Oh, so I'm, a nothing? I get enough of that at home. 'Bye," Olly said sternly.
"Goodbye, Olly."
"No, this is definatly not a good bye. Get your adjectives straight,"Olly walked away coldly. She knew that she had exploded on him, but time bombs had to explode sometimes, and Bolivar was getting a little too much like a real friend, she didn't want that, Petier was just fine.
She went back to her room, changed into her PJs and fell asleep. When she got up she felt a little sea sick and when she got out of bed she wobbled around getting ready. An ugly green mermaid floated past her little underwater window, and later a grindylow shoved his face against the glass. A pretty group of florecent fish swam by as she was taking care of her teeth in the tiny bathroom off her room.
Olly changed into her favorite blue robes, they had little yellow flowers embroidered on the collar and cuffs. She pulled on tall black boots over her thick yellow wool socks and walked down to the kitchens. It was almost deserted, as it was nearly eleven in the morning. Olly pulled a cold dish of oatmeal off the counter and sat down alone at a table.
It was a long day. Olly managed to stay away from people.She barricaded herself in her room, listening to CDs and reading her new schoolbooks. She only came out for meals. Finally a big jostling jerk notified her of the ships landing on Dimsmali Island. Olly's little window immediatly glazed over in a sheet of ice from the coldness outside, but just before that she spotted a huge building standing alone in the middle of the fresh white snow. She had arrived.