A/N: It's me, Damy, the other Fairy. I hope you like this chapter! I worked so hard on it. Enjoy! Also, I do not own Harry Potter or Grease, although if I did, there would be a lot more slash involved.
Laters,
Damy , AKA Tayl the 2nd Fairy.
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Strapped in a chair. That was the first thing he noticed when he woke up. His head loolled around on his shoulders, and he saw only darkness outside of the 3 foot radius illuminated by the weak torch overhead. He was still groggy from whatever it was that knocked him out. It had to be pretty powerful to knock out a vampire. He sniffed the air experimentally, and lifted his head. He was immediately backhanded by a hand that was as soft as duck down, and as forceful as a rhino. He was stunned. Then, another hand held his mouth open, and its mate forced garlic down his throat. He gagged and swallowed convulsively. He started sweating and shaking, and his stomach started burbling.
"You don't feel very good, do you?" The owner of the hands said, in a tone of mock sympathy.
He could only gag more, as he felt the garlic seep through his veins like molten lava.
"The garlic adds a little spice to... Things..."
He paled even more than he was already. His tormentor stepped into his view.
"I do hope you remember me." It was hypothetical.
The vampire saw a man that was incredibly short. Then, he did a double take. It was a child, a boy of about 13. He had shockingly crimson red hair, and he was grinning. He snapped his fingers, and the rest of the lights came on. The vampire saw that he was in a kitchen. Witha large pan in front of him, on a rangetop. He tried to move his hands, but burned them black immediately. Smoke hissed from the burns. The Vampire looked down, and saw that his hands were encompassed in a surrounding figurine of crosses, laced with silver, and sharpened on the end. The one on top had a reservoir filled with Holy Water, and if it was disturbed, Holy Water would drip down. The young boy smiled.
"I do hope you like my contraption. Bartollucci."
The vampire snorted in disgust, and he started getting weak from the garlic.
"It's... You... The Destore boy... Something told me I should have dealt with you."
"What did? God? He has abandoned you long ago, my friend."
Destore walked up to the chair where Bartollucci was held. He stroked his face, and then, he said simply,
"Thank you for showing me my destiny in life. A Vampire Slayer."
One quick kiss, a kiss of death. The boy walked to the knife stand and grabbed the largest, sharpest one. It had an odd gleam about it. The boy walked over to the vampire, and smiled.
"You made me watch my mother and father being devoured by you. And... that was a lot worse than what I'm fixing to do to you."
He snapped his fingers, and his dog ran up, a great, black dog, that's fur was ebony, with one eye of crimson, and one of gold.
"Seraph... We are about to eat."
The vampire felt the garlic poisoning him terribly. With knife in hand, the boy sliced a clean section of shin, and carried to the pan. Bartollucci moaned. The smoke from the frying flesh-
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"Oh My God!"
Ron shut the book in a hurry, and handed it back to me. He had started to turn a nasty shade of green.
"Are you OK?" I said, hoping to make him feel a little bit better. It was, after all, an enchanted notebook. I had an old teacher set it up for him in America. Whatever you read acted out on the notebook while you read it, and you could speed it up or slow it down.
"I'm... Disgusted. That was great. And just how did you get the Vampire to look like Snape?"
"I have my ways." I said mysteriously, a coy grin spreading on my face.
We both chuckled, until it hit us that we were in the Potions dungeon. Everyone had apparently been intent on what was in the notebook, and so was Snape.
"Well? Does the Vampire survive?"
Ron and I both blanched at the same time. Missy let out a disgusted sigh, and Harry chuckled. Hermione was trying to stifle a giggle. Just then, by the Grace of God, Ron's potion erupted, and sprayed him and Hermione with a foul potion. It was yellow green, and smelt bad. They immediately burst into gray green boils throughout their skin and screamed bloody murder. Snape cursed heavily and dragged them both out by their ears.
"Class. I am the only one with the ability at this school to develop the antidote. I shall leave these two in here for the time being to go into my backroom and develop it. Noone moves. Noone."
Missy scooched over to me and let out a shrill giggle.
"What is it, girl?"
"What does that look like???"
"Boils. Pain. Mess."
"No, silly. Those are Lingearn Musaic boils!!!" She hissed.
"What?"
"Anti-Music Boils!"
"Oh My God... But... Snape said to sit down and shut up!"
"If we don't act as soon as possible... They'll be tone deaf their whole lives! What would happen if you went tone deaf?"
"I see..." I said, thinking about all happy moments I shared with music.
"Let's do it... How about showing them some good old fashioned American music?" I said.
"What do you mean?"
"The One I Want!!!"
"Oh My God... That's perfect."
We discussed the rest as fast as possible. Then, we started.
I ran to talk to Harry and Neville. Missy ran to the other side of the room, and talked to Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. They nodded in understandment. They all waved their wands, and beams of light hit the center of the room. They talked to their friends, and they all extinguished every single light in the room. Harry and Neville pushed some tables into the middle of the room, and Missy and I got up on the table. She pointed her wand at me, and I ripped off my cloak, and threw it into the classroom, revealing a muscle T-Shirt and leather pants. Pansy Parkinson caught it and screamed like a raving fan. I pointed my wand at Missy, and her robes turned into a drop dead gorgeous leather suit. We both waved at Dean and Seamus, and they started picking at air guitars, which produced real music. We had a real beat going.
"I got chiiiills, they're multiplying
And I'm losing control
Cause the power you're supplying
It's Electrifying!" Missy sang.
She started crawling towards me.
"You better shape up, cause I need a man
And my heart is set on you
You better shape up, you better understand
To my heart I must be true" I finished.
I put my foot down, and brought her up with it. I grabbed her hand, and we did a kind of boogie thing.
"You're the one that I want ho ho ho honey
You're the one that I want ho ho ho honey
You're the one that I want ho ho ho honey
The one that I need oh yes indeed" We both sang.
I pushed her away, and sprinted onto Harry's desk. He ran over to Dra's table and sat down right next to him.
"If you feel the wave affection
You're to shy to convey
Meditate in my direction
Feel your way" I said, like a dare.
Then, we all heard a loud, SHHPOP noise, and all the boils on both Ron and Hermione's body had disappeared. They all were cheering, and Ron ran over to me and gave me a big hug. Snape burst out of the backroom, and started clapping.
"Well, well, well. Finally some competent students. Not many people know of the antidote that's not a potion. I would have done that, but... I had a bad case of the Lingearn Musaic boils myself, and there was no cure for it. I became completely tone deaf. I can't carry a tune in a wheel barrow."
Everyone had snickered at this, and Snape just realized what he had said. He actually turned red, and glared at us. Ron started shaking.
"Miss Brummet! You have detention with Filch tonight. Filthy child."
I got really angry, and could feel the heat from my body coming off in waves. Ron had started shaking again.
"You! Mr. Cardoza! You and your boyfriend," He said, glaring at Ron and I. I started burning up in fury.
"-have detention tonight in my Potion room."
That was it. Missy had started crying. Draco was looking pissed, and so was Ron. Harry and Hermione were scowling at Snape. Ron started quivering in fury and anger. I could see steam coming from his head. I finally broke. I do have a short temper.
"LISTEN YOU! FIRST, YOU GIVE OUT THE WRONG DIRECTIONS FOR A POTION, AND WHEN IT ERUPTS, YOU BLAME ME! THEN, AFTER MISSY AND I FIX YOUR BLUNDER, YOU GIVE US A DETENTION! NOW, YOU'RE ACCUSING ME OF BEING GAY! WELL LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, YOU CAN SHOVE THIS-" I said, brandishing my middle finger. "UP YOUR-"
"DETENTION, FOR 2 WEEKS! YOU AND WEASLEY!"
Everyone in the room had shouted in anger at once, and it echoed off each other. He finally took a pair of earmuffs and slid them on.
"And, 50 points from Gryffindor. Each."
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"So, how do you know Missy, Draco?"
"Does it really matter, Potter?" Draco hissed, drawling lazily.
"Yes. I want to know how a scum bag like you can have a nice girl like that for a friend."
"Maybe you don't know me as well as you think."
Harry just stared at Draco in a thoughtful silence.
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That night in the common room, noone was in too good of a mood. Missy was messing around with Fred and George, showing them a few tricks of her own. Ron and I weren't looking forward to our detentions.
"Well, " he said, trying to reassure me, "Nothing can be worse than polishing trophies using pure elbow grease, and vomiting slugs all over it, and having to clean it over and over."
"Oh." It didn't help very much.
We were interrupted by a large squeal.
"NO WAY! ME TOO!" Missy said, excitement dripping from her voice.
I sighed and looked at her. She looked at me, and ran over.
"Guess what?" she said, excitedly.
"What?"
"Fred and George have detention with Filch tonight, too!" she said, giggling.
"Oh."
Ron looked at me, and leaned over as she ran off.
"She doesn't have a thing for them, does she?"
"Yeah. She does. She's got this thing about twins. It makes me sick sometimes."
"Oh."
We were silent for a time. Suddenly, Ron screamed, and jumped up.
"Sp-Sp... Spedy, Spedee, Spedoo, Spe-Spe- Spidey!"
I grabbed Fuzzbutt, and cooed to him.
"He's a MidWestern American Tarantula, and he hails from Arizona. He wouldn't harm a fly. Maybe a bird, but not a fly."
I held him out to Ron and he tentatively petted its back. Fuzzbutt clicked his pinchers together in a loving fashion. Ron jumped, and Fuzzbutt shot a big wad of webbing on his hand. Ron screamed, and ran off.
"Bad Fuzzbutt!" I said, and I lightly whipped him.
"Missy, your spider got free!"
"Oh, man. Where did Ron go?"
"Fuzzbutt told him 'Hi' and he ran. I think he's an Arachnophobic."
"Oh."
She grabbed him, and shoved him into a small, dark corner. She waved her wand, and a piece of parchment stuck to it that said something about large spiders.
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Finally, it was time for detention. Ron crept out of the dorm, and tentatively looked around the corner. When he saw no trace of any spiders whatsoever, he sighed relief and went down the steps. I chuckled at him. Missy and Fred and George separated from us at the painting of the fat lady. We walked to Snape's room in silence. Finally, we reached his room. He glowered at us.
"While your performance this morning was most admirable, I still need work done. There's two big barrels of frogs in my cupboard. They need to be gutted. Every single one. And then, put the vital organs in your jars."
30 minutes later, Ron and I had guts so thick underneath our fingernails that I was almost sick. Ron and I were in the midst of a conversation.
"So, where did you go to school?"
"In a Native American school. They have powerful magic. We were divided into 2 schools. Middle School, which was the first 3 years, and then, High School, which is the last 4."
"Oh. Hey, what's your wand made out of?"
"Oak, 10 inches, and it has a hair from a Sasquatch."
"Sasquatch?"
"Bigfoot."
We had continued in this vein for some time until finally, we had over two hundred frog carcasses in the barrels, their entrails in a neat little row of jars. I waved my wand at Ron's hands and mine, and uttered a few words.
"Anionic Colourantes"
The frog entrails disappeared, and Ron looked at me strange.
"That's the beauty of American Indian magic. It's adaptable." I gave him a wry smile, and we bounded up the stairs past Peeves.
"Well, well, well. Two lovers taking a midnight stroll, eh? Weasely and His Dame-Ee!"
I screeched to a halt. I turned around, murder in my eyes. People had said that too many times today. Peeves fell off his perch on a suit of armor. He looked freaked. I decided to toy with him. I pointed my wand at him, and uttered,
"Peskipiksi, Poltergonum!"
A flash of brilliant light came out of my wand, and wrapped itself like a snake around his mouth. He tried to pull it off, and I said another spell.
"Ibuprofen Poltergonum!"
Another flash of white, and it slapped him, and held his arms against the wall. He was stuck, ghost or not.
"Now, for the coup de grace." And I smiled, wide.
"Abra Cadabra!"
BOOM! A loud flash was heard, and Peeves was trapped in a box of pure white. He was strapped to the back of it, and I reached in and pantsed him.
"Help me, Ron. Banishing spell as hard as you can."
We both pointed our wand at the box, and uttered the same thing. Peeves' box shot like a rocket, and hit the wall and ricocheted, never gaining speed, or losing it. Ron looked at me amazed.
"That, dear Ron, is how you rid yourself of a Poltergeist. He'll bounce around like that till a teacher stops him, and then, he'll be so embarassed, that he won't show his nasty face."
We walked a little bit more, and then he stopped me.
"Is the idea of what he said so bad to you?"
"No, it's just..." I couldn't find the words. I felt bad.
I turned and walked away. Ron stared at me.
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How did you like? Hmm? Good. I loved writing this. Bye-Bye! Next chapter will be from Missy!
Laters,
Damy , AKA Tayl the 2nd Fairy.
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Strapped in a chair. That was the first thing he noticed when he woke up. His head loolled around on his shoulders, and he saw only darkness outside of the 3 foot radius illuminated by the weak torch overhead. He was still groggy from whatever it was that knocked him out. It had to be pretty powerful to knock out a vampire. He sniffed the air experimentally, and lifted his head. He was immediately backhanded by a hand that was as soft as duck down, and as forceful as a rhino. He was stunned. Then, another hand held his mouth open, and its mate forced garlic down his throat. He gagged and swallowed convulsively. He started sweating and shaking, and his stomach started burbling.
"You don't feel very good, do you?" The owner of the hands said, in a tone of mock sympathy.
He could only gag more, as he felt the garlic seep through his veins like molten lava.
"The garlic adds a little spice to... Things..."
He paled even more than he was already. His tormentor stepped into his view.
"I do hope you remember me." It was hypothetical.
The vampire saw a man that was incredibly short. Then, he did a double take. It was a child, a boy of about 13. He had shockingly crimson red hair, and he was grinning. He snapped his fingers, and the rest of the lights came on. The vampire saw that he was in a kitchen. Witha large pan in front of him, on a rangetop. He tried to move his hands, but burned them black immediately. Smoke hissed from the burns. The Vampire looked down, and saw that his hands were encompassed in a surrounding figurine of crosses, laced with silver, and sharpened on the end. The one on top had a reservoir filled with Holy Water, and if it was disturbed, Holy Water would drip down. The young boy smiled.
"I do hope you like my contraption. Bartollucci."
The vampire snorted in disgust, and he started getting weak from the garlic.
"It's... You... The Destore boy... Something told me I should have dealt with you."
"What did? God? He has abandoned you long ago, my friend."
Destore walked up to the chair where Bartollucci was held. He stroked his face, and then, he said simply,
"Thank you for showing me my destiny in life. A Vampire Slayer."
One quick kiss, a kiss of death. The boy walked to the knife stand and grabbed the largest, sharpest one. It had an odd gleam about it. The boy walked over to the vampire, and smiled.
"You made me watch my mother and father being devoured by you. And... that was a lot worse than what I'm fixing to do to you."
He snapped his fingers, and his dog ran up, a great, black dog, that's fur was ebony, with one eye of crimson, and one of gold.
"Seraph... We are about to eat."
The vampire felt the garlic poisoning him terribly. With knife in hand, the boy sliced a clean section of shin, and carried to the pan. Bartollucci moaned. The smoke from the frying flesh-
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"Oh My God!"
Ron shut the book in a hurry, and handed it back to me. He had started to turn a nasty shade of green.
"Are you OK?" I said, hoping to make him feel a little bit better. It was, after all, an enchanted notebook. I had an old teacher set it up for him in America. Whatever you read acted out on the notebook while you read it, and you could speed it up or slow it down.
"I'm... Disgusted. That was great. And just how did you get the Vampire to look like Snape?"
"I have my ways." I said mysteriously, a coy grin spreading on my face.
We both chuckled, until it hit us that we were in the Potions dungeon. Everyone had apparently been intent on what was in the notebook, and so was Snape.
"Well? Does the Vampire survive?"
Ron and I both blanched at the same time. Missy let out a disgusted sigh, and Harry chuckled. Hermione was trying to stifle a giggle. Just then, by the Grace of God, Ron's potion erupted, and sprayed him and Hermione with a foul potion. It was yellow green, and smelt bad. They immediately burst into gray green boils throughout their skin and screamed bloody murder. Snape cursed heavily and dragged them both out by their ears.
"Class. I am the only one with the ability at this school to develop the antidote. I shall leave these two in here for the time being to go into my backroom and develop it. Noone moves. Noone."
Missy scooched over to me and let out a shrill giggle.
"What is it, girl?"
"What does that look like???"
"Boils. Pain. Mess."
"No, silly. Those are Lingearn Musaic boils!!!" She hissed.
"What?"
"Anti-Music Boils!"
"Oh My God... But... Snape said to sit down and shut up!"
"If we don't act as soon as possible... They'll be tone deaf their whole lives! What would happen if you went tone deaf?"
"I see..." I said, thinking about all happy moments I shared with music.
"Let's do it... How about showing them some good old fashioned American music?" I said.
"What do you mean?"
"The One I Want!!!"
"Oh My God... That's perfect."
We discussed the rest as fast as possible. Then, we started.
I ran to talk to Harry and Neville. Missy ran to the other side of the room, and talked to Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. They nodded in understandment. They all waved their wands, and beams of light hit the center of the room. They talked to their friends, and they all extinguished every single light in the room. Harry and Neville pushed some tables into the middle of the room, and Missy and I got up on the table. She pointed her wand at me, and I ripped off my cloak, and threw it into the classroom, revealing a muscle T-Shirt and leather pants. Pansy Parkinson caught it and screamed like a raving fan. I pointed my wand at Missy, and her robes turned into a drop dead gorgeous leather suit. We both waved at Dean and Seamus, and they started picking at air guitars, which produced real music. We had a real beat going.
"I got chiiiills, they're multiplying
And I'm losing control
Cause the power you're supplying
It's Electrifying!" Missy sang.
She started crawling towards me.
"You better shape up, cause I need a man
And my heart is set on you
You better shape up, you better understand
To my heart I must be true" I finished.
I put my foot down, and brought her up with it. I grabbed her hand, and we did a kind of boogie thing.
"You're the one that I want ho ho ho honey
You're the one that I want ho ho ho honey
You're the one that I want ho ho ho honey
The one that I need oh yes indeed" We both sang.
I pushed her away, and sprinted onto Harry's desk. He ran over to Dra's table and sat down right next to him.
"If you feel the wave affection
You're to shy to convey
Meditate in my direction
Feel your way" I said, like a dare.
Then, we all heard a loud, SHHPOP noise, and all the boils on both Ron and Hermione's body had disappeared. They all were cheering, and Ron ran over to me and gave me a big hug. Snape burst out of the backroom, and started clapping.
"Well, well, well. Finally some competent students. Not many people know of the antidote that's not a potion. I would have done that, but... I had a bad case of the Lingearn Musaic boils myself, and there was no cure for it. I became completely tone deaf. I can't carry a tune in a wheel barrow."
Everyone had snickered at this, and Snape just realized what he had said. He actually turned red, and glared at us. Ron started shaking.
"Miss Brummet! You have detention with Filch tonight. Filthy child."
I got really angry, and could feel the heat from my body coming off in waves. Ron had started shaking again.
"You! Mr. Cardoza! You and your boyfriend," He said, glaring at Ron and I. I started burning up in fury.
"-have detention tonight in my Potion room."
That was it. Missy had started crying. Draco was looking pissed, and so was Ron. Harry and Hermione were scowling at Snape. Ron started quivering in fury and anger. I could see steam coming from his head. I finally broke. I do have a short temper.
"LISTEN YOU! FIRST, YOU GIVE OUT THE WRONG DIRECTIONS FOR A POTION, AND WHEN IT ERUPTS, YOU BLAME ME! THEN, AFTER MISSY AND I FIX YOUR BLUNDER, YOU GIVE US A DETENTION! NOW, YOU'RE ACCUSING ME OF BEING GAY! WELL LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, YOU CAN SHOVE THIS-" I said, brandishing my middle finger. "UP YOUR-"
"DETENTION, FOR 2 WEEKS! YOU AND WEASLEY!"
Everyone in the room had shouted in anger at once, and it echoed off each other. He finally took a pair of earmuffs and slid them on.
"And, 50 points from Gryffindor. Each."
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"So, how do you know Missy, Draco?"
"Does it really matter, Potter?" Draco hissed, drawling lazily.
"Yes. I want to know how a scum bag like you can have a nice girl like that for a friend."
"Maybe you don't know me as well as you think."
Harry just stared at Draco in a thoughtful silence.
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That night in the common room, noone was in too good of a mood. Missy was messing around with Fred and George, showing them a few tricks of her own. Ron and I weren't looking forward to our detentions.
"Well, " he said, trying to reassure me, "Nothing can be worse than polishing trophies using pure elbow grease, and vomiting slugs all over it, and having to clean it over and over."
"Oh." It didn't help very much.
We were interrupted by a large squeal.
"NO WAY! ME TOO!" Missy said, excitement dripping from her voice.
I sighed and looked at her. She looked at me, and ran over.
"Guess what?" she said, excitedly.
"What?"
"Fred and George have detention with Filch tonight, too!" she said, giggling.
"Oh."
Ron looked at me, and leaned over as she ran off.
"She doesn't have a thing for them, does she?"
"Yeah. She does. She's got this thing about twins. It makes me sick sometimes."
"Oh."
We were silent for a time. Suddenly, Ron screamed, and jumped up.
"Sp-Sp... Spedy, Spedee, Spedoo, Spe-Spe- Spidey!"
I grabbed Fuzzbutt, and cooed to him.
"He's a MidWestern American Tarantula, and he hails from Arizona. He wouldn't harm a fly. Maybe a bird, but not a fly."
I held him out to Ron and he tentatively petted its back. Fuzzbutt clicked his pinchers together in a loving fashion. Ron jumped, and Fuzzbutt shot a big wad of webbing on his hand. Ron screamed, and ran off.
"Bad Fuzzbutt!" I said, and I lightly whipped him.
"Missy, your spider got free!"
"Oh, man. Where did Ron go?"
"Fuzzbutt told him 'Hi' and he ran. I think he's an Arachnophobic."
"Oh."
She grabbed him, and shoved him into a small, dark corner. She waved her wand, and a piece of parchment stuck to it that said something about large spiders.
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Finally, it was time for detention. Ron crept out of the dorm, and tentatively looked around the corner. When he saw no trace of any spiders whatsoever, he sighed relief and went down the steps. I chuckled at him. Missy and Fred and George separated from us at the painting of the fat lady. We walked to Snape's room in silence. Finally, we reached his room. He glowered at us.
"While your performance this morning was most admirable, I still need work done. There's two big barrels of frogs in my cupboard. They need to be gutted. Every single one. And then, put the vital organs in your jars."
30 minutes later, Ron and I had guts so thick underneath our fingernails that I was almost sick. Ron and I were in the midst of a conversation.
"So, where did you go to school?"
"In a Native American school. They have powerful magic. We were divided into 2 schools. Middle School, which was the first 3 years, and then, High School, which is the last 4."
"Oh. Hey, what's your wand made out of?"
"Oak, 10 inches, and it has a hair from a Sasquatch."
"Sasquatch?"
"Bigfoot."
We had continued in this vein for some time until finally, we had over two hundred frog carcasses in the barrels, their entrails in a neat little row of jars. I waved my wand at Ron's hands and mine, and uttered a few words.
"Anionic Colourantes"
The frog entrails disappeared, and Ron looked at me strange.
"That's the beauty of American Indian magic. It's adaptable." I gave him a wry smile, and we bounded up the stairs past Peeves.
"Well, well, well. Two lovers taking a midnight stroll, eh? Weasely and His Dame-Ee!"
I screeched to a halt. I turned around, murder in my eyes. People had said that too many times today. Peeves fell off his perch on a suit of armor. He looked freaked. I decided to toy with him. I pointed my wand at him, and uttered,
"Peskipiksi, Poltergonum!"
A flash of brilliant light came out of my wand, and wrapped itself like a snake around his mouth. He tried to pull it off, and I said another spell.
"Ibuprofen Poltergonum!"
Another flash of white, and it slapped him, and held his arms against the wall. He was stuck, ghost or not.
"Now, for the coup de grace." And I smiled, wide.
"Abra Cadabra!"
BOOM! A loud flash was heard, and Peeves was trapped in a box of pure white. He was strapped to the back of it, and I reached in and pantsed him.
"Help me, Ron. Banishing spell as hard as you can."
We both pointed our wand at the box, and uttered the same thing. Peeves' box shot like a rocket, and hit the wall and ricocheted, never gaining speed, or losing it. Ron looked at me amazed.
"That, dear Ron, is how you rid yourself of a Poltergeist. He'll bounce around like that till a teacher stops him, and then, he'll be so embarassed, that he won't show his nasty face."
We walked a little bit more, and then he stopped me.
"Is the idea of what he said so bad to you?"
"No, it's just..." I couldn't find the words. I felt bad.
I turned and walked away. Ron stared at me.
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How did you like? Hmm? Good. I loved writing this. Bye-Bye! Next chapter will be from Missy!