Chapter 3
Now, back to our heroines, who were still at Kings Cross Station.
"Uh.do you guys know what's going on?" asked Sarah.
"Not really, no." said Angeline and Rachel, at the same time. Rachel raised an eyebrow, glaring at the other girl.
"Copycat," she said. Then, getting up, she walked over to inspect Christina, who was lying in an extremely uncomfortable position in Harry's trolley. Grinning, she asked, "Having fun?"
"Shut up and help me!" shrieked Christina, reaching a hand out towards her.
"Please?" "OH!" Christina scowled. "Just help me!"
Grabbing her friend's hand, Rachel tugged hard, freeing Christina from her prison.
"Thank you," said Christina, once she was standing on the floor. Then, taking one look at Harry, her eyes widened, and she exclaimed, "I'm your 1# fan!"
"Hasn't Colin Creevey claimed that title already?" asked Rachel. "How do you know?" Harry raised an eyebrow, making Christina squeal and blush. "I hope you haven't been spying on me."
"Ew! Don't be gross!" Rachel frowned. "Only Christina would do something like that!"
"Oh! I would not!" exclaimed Christina.
"Notice how she emphasises the word, 'would'," whispered Rachel.
"Yeah," laughed Angeline.
"You guys are mean!" whined Christina.
"How long did it take you to figure that out?" snorted Angeline.
Harry stared. "What are you people doing here?"
"That's what we're trying to find out!" shrieked Michelle.
"Maybe this is all just a dream," suggested Vanessa.
"No. It's definitely not a dream," replied Rachel. "It's a nightmare."
"I don't think it's a nightmare," shrugged Christina, giving Harry a small wave.
"Why the hell are you waving to someone who is standing right next to you?" asked Michelle.
"Because she's smitten," said Rachel.
"I am not!" shouted Christina. She stamped her foot angrily.
"Yes you are," replied Rachel. "Why else would you wave to someone who is standing right next to you? Just because he's wearing glasses doesn't mean Harry is completely blind."
Ignoring her, Victoria spoke up first. "I think Vanessa's right. This is probably all just a dream. Maybe we should just pinch ourselves----"
"Oh.no you don't," said Angeline, avoiding Michelle.
"Or---" Victoria tried to continue, unsuccessfully.
"Who are you all?" cried Harry. "Oh. Well, I'm Angeline, that's Michelle, that's Victoria, that's Stephanie, that's Sarah, that's Louisa, that's Amelia, that's Rachel, that's Vanessa, and---" said Angeline. "I'm Christina," said Christina, stepping forward and pointing to herself.
"Uh.right," said Harry. He glanced over her shoulder and called, "Hey, Ron!"
The redheaded boy came over, looking quiet shocked. "Harry, I don't know what you did to get yourself surrounded by so many girls, but---"
"He did nothing," snapped Rachel. "Christina---"
"Christina?"
Rachel pointed to the girl with shoulder-length hair.
"Christina," she said. "She got us into this mess."
"It's not a mess," whined Christina, gazing at Harry.
"We wouldn't happen to be in England, would we?" asked Angeline, wincing.
"No. We're in King's Cross Station, but we're still in Australia," snapped Rachel.
"Oh shut up," said Angeline.
Harry leaned over to whisper in Ron's ear. "They've been saying that to each other ever since they got here."
Anxious to have Harry whisper in her ear, Felicity stepped up next to him.
"What was that?" she asked.
"Phaw! You need a Tictac!" exclaimed Harry, waving a hand over his nose. "But I---"
"It's from all the crap you've been saying," said Rachel.
Clapping her hands to applaud her friend, Angeline laughed. "Go Rachel!"
The other girls laughed, as well, with the exception of Felicity.
Felicity stuck her bottom lip out. "You guys are all meanies!" she said, in a babyish voice.
"Hang on! Are you all from Australia?" asked Ron.
"Yes," sighed Angeline. "So we are in England?"
"What do you think?" asked Rachel.
"Yes, you are in England," replied Ron. "Did you just arrive?"
"Duh," said Rachel.
"Yes," Angeline translated.
"Oh." Ron nodded. "So what are you all doing here?"
"Wondering what we're doing here," said Rachel.
"We're not dreaming, are we?" sighed Stephanie. "About what?"
"What do you think?" demanded Rachel.
Before Rachel could say anything else that would get them in trouble, Stephanie asked, "So Harry Potter really does exist?"
"Stephanie, need I tell you?" asked Rachel.
"Rachel, don't be so argumentative," scolded Angeline.
"Yeah, gosh," added Christina. Angeline stared at her.
"What was that supposed to mean?" she asked.
Christina shrugged.
"Well, I guess you'll be going on the train to Hogwarts now," said Angeline. "So, bye."
"See you," said Michelle.
"But Angeline," whined Christina. "Can't we at least go and see the Platform? Please?"
"Yeah!" said Victoria, her face lighting up like a premature Christmas tree.
"Can I have your autograph?" asked Felicity.
"Aw, shuddup," said Rachel.
"Yeah, Felicity," said Sarah, muttering something into Louisa's ear. Loui giggled, passing the message on to Amelia, who snorted, her face going slightly pink as she laughed.
Suddenly, the appearance of a certain man stopped any further conversation.
"Hello, Professor Dumbledore!" said Harry.
"Ooh." said Felicity.
"Harry, you're the first student of Hogwarts to meet the newest members of Hogwarts," smiled Dumbledore.
"Members? Of Hogwarts?" Rachel gaped at him. The jaws of several of her friends dropped, hitting their toes.
"I'm sorry, but you've got to be joking," said Victoria. "We attend Pymble Ladies' College."
"Yeah.hey!" Rachel got a dreamy look on her face. "We're missing the maths test! Woohoo! We're wagging school, y'know?"
"Oh no!" moaned Vanessa, covering her face with her hands. "We've got to get back now! I was really looking forward to the maths test!"
"We're missing the spelling test too," smiled Rachel, staring into space.
"No!" sobbed Vanessa. She grabbed Christina by her shoulders. "Get us back now! I can't miss a test!" she shook the other girl as hard as she could. Christina didn't budge an inch. (sorry Vanessa, but you're not really the strongest person in the world. Or the biggest, in that matter. Relax, Christina. I'm not saying that you're fat). Angeline also gave a wail. "NOT THE MATH'S TEST!" she cried.
"Heh, heh, heh," chuckled Michelle, and evil grin on her face.
"Phew!" said Stephanie. "I don't like the maths test."
"Now, now. Don't insult Vanessa," said Rachel.
"Oh yeah! We are missing the maths test!" said Sarah.
"Oh goody," said Louisa and Amelia at the same time.
"Now, now, ladies," said Dumbledore, getting back to the original topic. "I am not mistaken. You all have scholarships to Hogwarts."
"Oh goody! I always knew I was a witch!" squealed Felicity.
"Don't you mean bitch?" asked Rachel, her eyebrows raised.
"Except for you," continued Dumbledore, his eyes falling on the pot-bellied girl. "I don't know what you're doing here." "Aw." Felicity's eyes fell with her face, landing in a heap at her feet. With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore sent her back to class, just in time for the maths and spelling test.heh heh heh. "Wow! Can you teach me that?" asked Stephanie. Her eyes were wide with excitement, and she was smiling widely. "That's the fastest anyone's ever gotten rid of her!"
"No," replied Dumbledore. "You don't even have your wands."
"Aw." said Victoria, slumping over, in disappointment.
"Damn," said Rachel. "Can't you at least teach us like the words and the had movement? Please?"
"It won't do any good," replied Dumbledore.
"Aw.c'mon. Have a heart," whined Rachel.
"Or else," growled Michelle, raising a fist and adjusting her feet to a fighting stance.
"Don't be so immature," scolded Angeline.
"Huh?" Michelle looked slightly dazed for a minute. Then, shaking her head, she said, "Sorry."
"Old habits are hard to break," giggled Victoria.
"Shut up," snapped Michelle, turning on the smaller girl.
"Bully," snorted Rachel. It was an old joke, with a history behind it.
"What?" laughed Sarah. She didn't know what Rachel meant. She hadn't been there when the joke was created.
"It's a long story," explained Rachel.
"And we don't have time for long stories," Dumbledore interrupted. "You have to be on the train in five minutes. Before the platform closes. Now, come on."
"Oh. Cool," said Rachel.
"Well? What are you waiting for?" demanded Victoria. "Come on."
Shrugging, Rachel followed her, expecting someone to leap out from behind something at any time, screaming, "You're on Candid Camera!"
But no one did, so feeling like complete idiots, the rest of the group trooped after them.
"Now, run through this wall," instructed Dumbledore. Rachel blinked. This was the bit where the person leapt out, scaring half the life out of her, with all their cameras.
"Well? Hurry up," commanded Dumbledore. Taking a deep breath, Harry ran towards the barrier as fast as he could. As he did, Rachel had a sudden burning desire to see him run into it and get a concussion. Luckily Christina couldn't read minds.
Harry disappeared through the wall, without a trace, leaving Christina goggling at the spot where he had been a second ago.
"No!" she wailed. "My beloved! Come back!"
"I take it you would like to go next," said Dumbledore, staring at the girl who was nearly hysterical in her panic.
"I'll go with her," offered Victoria.
"Me too," said Angeline, doing the mathematical calculations and deciding that it would not be a pretty sight if Christina managed to get to the other side without any restraint.
"I don't want to go," wailed Vanessa, waving her hands in the air. "No! I want to go back to school to do the maths test!"
"Don't be stupid," snapped Rachel. "Would you rather go to Hogwarts or return to school just for an annoying test?"
Then, catching the looks on her friend's faces, she grimaced. She knew the answer already.
"I would rather go back to school to do my wonderful tests!" replied Vanessa, her chin sticking forward *stubbornly*. (sorry, Vanessa, but you are stubborn).
"Wonderful--- Are you hearing this?" Rachel gaped at her friend. "You maniac! You freak! You crazy, mutant---"
"I'm sure that's enough," Dumbledore interrupted, his eyes overly bright. "You may go now," he nodded to Christina.
"Woah. Not so fast," said Angeline, grabbing hold of the girl. "I'm coming with you."
"Me too," added Victoria, deciding that anything would be better than spending a few more seconds on the side of the barrier that Vanessa was on. Her friend was scowling and looking like black thunder.
"Funiculous!" yelled Vanessa, waving her hands around, and trying to remember the proper spell for warts.
"Huh? Bless you," said Rachel, putting it down to the cold weather.
"Hey! What about me?" whined Michelle, starting after the three girls. "I wanna go, too!"
"Well then hurry up," snapped Angeline, tossing her hair and not stopping. Panting heavily, Michelle caught up with them just as they reached the barrier. She was so taken up with trying to catch up that she didn't notice that she had missed the place, which she was meant to pass through. There was a dull thuck as her head made contact with the marble.
"Ooh.my head," said Michelle, her eyes going crossed. Then, spotting a certain tall, redheaded male, she forgot her forehead completely, as she ran forward, ignoring her friends.
"H-h-hi, P-P-Percy!" she squealed, eyes wide with excitement. "My name's Michelle!"
Percy froze, turning around slowly. Victoria could see his lips moving in a silent prayer.
"How are you?" squeaked Michelle.
"I.am.fine." Percy stared at the crazy, mixed up girl who was greeting him with such gusto.
"You know, you might want to get that speech defect looked at," chattered Michelle.
"What.speech.defect.?" asked Percy.
"I think he has a mental illness," said Victoria.
"I think he's freaked out by Michelle," said Rachel.
"He is not, you stupid morons!" shouted Michelle, shifting her feet to a fighting stance. "You sure wanna die, don't you?"
Percy gaped at her.
"Uh.no, not really," replied Rachel, offhandedly.
"Don't be stupid," said Victoria.
"Don't be suicidal," warned Rachel, who had been attacked by the certain vicious student before, and still bore the bruises of the battle.
Michelle was grinning evilly now, and cracking her knuckles.
"Uh.I'll.be.going.now." said Percy.
"No! My love!" wailed Michelle, flinging her arms out dramatically.
"???" asked Percy's face.
"Never mind her. Run while you still have a life," said Rachel.
"Nooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" sobbed Michelle, taking off after the youth, who had disappeared through the barrier in a sudden cloud of red hair. She sped through the barrier, crashing into Christina, who was staring at Harry, who was staring at Cho, who was staring at Cedric, who was staring at Angeline, who was staring at Oliver, who was staring at Katie (Bell) who was staring at Roger, who was staring at Hermione, who was staring at Ron, who was staring at Christina, but they were now all staring at Michelle, who was still staring after Percy, who was now nothing more than a small, distant figure, with a bright red head.
"Aw." sighed Michelle, her shoulders drooping dejectedly. Rachel came crashing through the barrier, slamming into Michelle, who hit Christina in her rage, who slapped Harry in her fear, who kicked Cho in his surprise, who headbutted Cedric, in her shock, who punched Angeline, in his pain, who swore at Oliver in her wrath, who stepped on Katie's foot in his horror, who screamed at Roger in her sorrow, who jammed his thumb in Hermione's eye, in his startled state, who fell into Ron's arms in a dead faint, who crumpled against Christina in his exhaustion.
"Oops," said Rachel. Then, hearing the sound of footsteps, she swung around and leaped out of the way, just in time to avoid having another chain reaction with Victoria.
"Hey! I kept yelling and yelling for you to come back, but you didn't, so I decided to." she broke off abruptly, looking around her in shock. Slowly, her lower jaw sank down to her knees. "Wow," she whispered. "We're on Platform 9 ¾."
*
Well that's the end of chapter 3. Did ya like it? I hope you did. I really, really, need your feedback, because my friends have been giving me assorted opinions on what I'm writing. I need some sane information, that's in English. Angeline speaks Swahili when discussing topics. So, please, please, please review.
Now, back to our heroines, who were still at Kings Cross Station.
"Uh.do you guys know what's going on?" asked Sarah.
"Not really, no." said Angeline and Rachel, at the same time. Rachel raised an eyebrow, glaring at the other girl.
"Copycat," she said. Then, getting up, she walked over to inspect Christina, who was lying in an extremely uncomfortable position in Harry's trolley. Grinning, she asked, "Having fun?"
"Shut up and help me!" shrieked Christina, reaching a hand out towards her.
"Please?" "OH!" Christina scowled. "Just help me!"
Grabbing her friend's hand, Rachel tugged hard, freeing Christina from her prison.
"Thank you," said Christina, once she was standing on the floor. Then, taking one look at Harry, her eyes widened, and she exclaimed, "I'm your 1# fan!"
"Hasn't Colin Creevey claimed that title already?" asked Rachel. "How do you know?" Harry raised an eyebrow, making Christina squeal and blush. "I hope you haven't been spying on me."
"Ew! Don't be gross!" Rachel frowned. "Only Christina would do something like that!"
"Oh! I would not!" exclaimed Christina.
"Notice how she emphasises the word, 'would'," whispered Rachel.
"Yeah," laughed Angeline.
"You guys are mean!" whined Christina.
"How long did it take you to figure that out?" snorted Angeline.
Harry stared. "What are you people doing here?"
"That's what we're trying to find out!" shrieked Michelle.
"Maybe this is all just a dream," suggested Vanessa.
"No. It's definitely not a dream," replied Rachel. "It's a nightmare."
"I don't think it's a nightmare," shrugged Christina, giving Harry a small wave.
"Why the hell are you waving to someone who is standing right next to you?" asked Michelle.
"Because she's smitten," said Rachel.
"I am not!" shouted Christina. She stamped her foot angrily.
"Yes you are," replied Rachel. "Why else would you wave to someone who is standing right next to you? Just because he's wearing glasses doesn't mean Harry is completely blind."
Ignoring her, Victoria spoke up first. "I think Vanessa's right. This is probably all just a dream. Maybe we should just pinch ourselves----"
"Oh.no you don't," said Angeline, avoiding Michelle.
"Or---" Victoria tried to continue, unsuccessfully.
"Who are you all?" cried Harry. "Oh. Well, I'm Angeline, that's Michelle, that's Victoria, that's Stephanie, that's Sarah, that's Louisa, that's Amelia, that's Rachel, that's Vanessa, and---" said Angeline. "I'm Christina," said Christina, stepping forward and pointing to herself.
"Uh.right," said Harry. He glanced over her shoulder and called, "Hey, Ron!"
The redheaded boy came over, looking quiet shocked. "Harry, I don't know what you did to get yourself surrounded by so many girls, but---"
"He did nothing," snapped Rachel. "Christina---"
"Christina?"
Rachel pointed to the girl with shoulder-length hair.
"Christina," she said. "She got us into this mess."
"It's not a mess," whined Christina, gazing at Harry.
"We wouldn't happen to be in England, would we?" asked Angeline, wincing.
"No. We're in King's Cross Station, but we're still in Australia," snapped Rachel.
"Oh shut up," said Angeline.
Harry leaned over to whisper in Ron's ear. "They've been saying that to each other ever since they got here."
Anxious to have Harry whisper in her ear, Felicity stepped up next to him.
"What was that?" she asked.
"Phaw! You need a Tictac!" exclaimed Harry, waving a hand over his nose. "But I---"
"It's from all the crap you've been saying," said Rachel.
Clapping her hands to applaud her friend, Angeline laughed. "Go Rachel!"
The other girls laughed, as well, with the exception of Felicity.
Felicity stuck her bottom lip out. "You guys are all meanies!" she said, in a babyish voice.
"Hang on! Are you all from Australia?" asked Ron.
"Yes," sighed Angeline. "So we are in England?"
"What do you think?" asked Rachel.
"Yes, you are in England," replied Ron. "Did you just arrive?"
"Duh," said Rachel.
"Yes," Angeline translated.
"Oh." Ron nodded. "So what are you all doing here?"
"Wondering what we're doing here," said Rachel.
"We're not dreaming, are we?" sighed Stephanie. "About what?"
"What do you think?" demanded Rachel.
Before Rachel could say anything else that would get them in trouble, Stephanie asked, "So Harry Potter really does exist?"
"Stephanie, need I tell you?" asked Rachel.
"Rachel, don't be so argumentative," scolded Angeline.
"Yeah, gosh," added Christina. Angeline stared at her.
"What was that supposed to mean?" she asked.
Christina shrugged.
"Well, I guess you'll be going on the train to Hogwarts now," said Angeline. "So, bye."
"See you," said Michelle.
"But Angeline," whined Christina. "Can't we at least go and see the Platform? Please?"
"Yeah!" said Victoria, her face lighting up like a premature Christmas tree.
"Can I have your autograph?" asked Felicity.
"Aw, shuddup," said Rachel.
"Yeah, Felicity," said Sarah, muttering something into Louisa's ear. Loui giggled, passing the message on to Amelia, who snorted, her face going slightly pink as she laughed.
Suddenly, the appearance of a certain man stopped any further conversation.
"Hello, Professor Dumbledore!" said Harry.
"Ooh." said Felicity.
"Harry, you're the first student of Hogwarts to meet the newest members of Hogwarts," smiled Dumbledore.
"Members? Of Hogwarts?" Rachel gaped at him. The jaws of several of her friends dropped, hitting their toes.
"I'm sorry, but you've got to be joking," said Victoria. "We attend Pymble Ladies' College."
"Yeah.hey!" Rachel got a dreamy look on her face. "We're missing the maths test! Woohoo! We're wagging school, y'know?"
"Oh no!" moaned Vanessa, covering her face with her hands. "We've got to get back now! I was really looking forward to the maths test!"
"We're missing the spelling test too," smiled Rachel, staring into space.
"No!" sobbed Vanessa. She grabbed Christina by her shoulders. "Get us back now! I can't miss a test!" she shook the other girl as hard as she could. Christina didn't budge an inch. (sorry Vanessa, but you're not really the strongest person in the world. Or the biggest, in that matter. Relax, Christina. I'm not saying that you're fat). Angeline also gave a wail. "NOT THE MATH'S TEST!" she cried.
"Heh, heh, heh," chuckled Michelle, and evil grin on her face.
"Phew!" said Stephanie. "I don't like the maths test."
"Now, now. Don't insult Vanessa," said Rachel.
"Oh yeah! We are missing the maths test!" said Sarah.
"Oh goody," said Louisa and Amelia at the same time.
"Now, now, ladies," said Dumbledore, getting back to the original topic. "I am not mistaken. You all have scholarships to Hogwarts."
"Oh goody! I always knew I was a witch!" squealed Felicity.
"Don't you mean bitch?" asked Rachel, her eyebrows raised.
"Except for you," continued Dumbledore, his eyes falling on the pot-bellied girl. "I don't know what you're doing here." "Aw." Felicity's eyes fell with her face, landing in a heap at her feet. With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore sent her back to class, just in time for the maths and spelling test.heh heh heh. "Wow! Can you teach me that?" asked Stephanie. Her eyes were wide with excitement, and she was smiling widely. "That's the fastest anyone's ever gotten rid of her!"
"No," replied Dumbledore. "You don't even have your wands."
"Aw." said Victoria, slumping over, in disappointment.
"Damn," said Rachel. "Can't you at least teach us like the words and the had movement? Please?"
"It won't do any good," replied Dumbledore.
"Aw.c'mon. Have a heart," whined Rachel.
"Or else," growled Michelle, raising a fist and adjusting her feet to a fighting stance.
"Don't be so immature," scolded Angeline.
"Huh?" Michelle looked slightly dazed for a minute. Then, shaking her head, she said, "Sorry."
"Old habits are hard to break," giggled Victoria.
"Shut up," snapped Michelle, turning on the smaller girl.
"Bully," snorted Rachel. It was an old joke, with a history behind it.
"What?" laughed Sarah. She didn't know what Rachel meant. She hadn't been there when the joke was created.
"It's a long story," explained Rachel.
"And we don't have time for long stories," Dumbledore interrupted. "You have to be on the train in five minutes. Before the platform closes. Now, come on."
"Oh. Cool," said Rachel.
"Well? What are you waiting for?" demanded Victoria. "Come on."
Shrugging, Rachel followed her, expecting someone to leap out from behind something at any time, screaming, "You're on Candid Camera!"
But no one did, so feeling like complete idiots, the rest of the group trooped after them.
"Now, run through this wall," instructed Dumbledore. Rachel blinked. This was the bit where the person leapt out, scaring half the life out of her, with all their cameras.
"Well? Hurry up," commanded Dumbledore. Taking a deep breath, Harry ran towards the barrier as fast as he could. As he did, Rachel had a sudden burning desire to see him run into it and get a concussion. Luckily Christina couldn't read minds.
Harry disappeared through the wall, without a trace, leaving Christina goggling at the spot where he had been a second ago.
"No!" she wailed. "My beloved! Come back!"
"I take it you would like to go next," said Dumbledore, staring at the girl who was nearly hysterical in her panic.
"I'll go with her," offered Victoria.
"Me too," said Angeline, doing the mathematical calculations and deciding that it would not be a pretty sight if Christina managed to get to the other side without any restraint.
"I don't want to go," wailed Vanessa, waving her hands in the air. "No! I want to go back to school to do the maths test!"
"Don't be stupid," snapped Rachel. "Would you rather go to Hogwarts or return to school just for an annoying test?"
Then, catching the looks on her friend's faces, she grimaced. She knew the answer already.
"I would rather go back to school to do my wonderful tests!" replied Vanessa, her chin sticking forward *stubbornly*. (sorry, Vanessa, but you are stubborn).
"Wonderful--- Are you hearing this?" Rachel gaped at her friend. "You maniac! You freak! You crazy, mutant---"
"I'm sure that's enough," Dumbledore interrupted, his eyes overly bright. "You may go now," he nodded to Christina.
"Woah. Not so fast," said Angeline, grabbing hold of the girl. "I'm coming with you."
"Me too," added Victoria, deciding that anything would be better than spending a few more seconds on the side of the barrier that Vanessa was on. Her friend was scowling and looking like black thunder.
"Funiculous!" yelled Vanessa, waving her hands around, and trying to remember the proper spell for warts.
"Huh? Bless you," said Rachel, putting it down to the cold weather.
"Hey! What about me?" whined Michelle, starting after the three girls. "I wanna go, too!"
"Well then hurry up," snapped Angeline, tossing her hair and not stopping. Panting heavily, Michelle caught up with them just as they reached the barrier. She was so taken up with trying to catch up that she didn't notice that she had missed the place, which she was meant to pass through. There was a dull thuck as her head made contact with the marble.
"Ooh.my head," said Michelle, her eyes going crossed. Then, spotting a certain tall, redheaded male, she forgot her forehead completely, as she ran forward, ignoring her friends.
"H-h-hi, P-P-Percy!" she squealed, eyes wide with excitement. "My name's Michelle!"
Percy froze, turning around slowly. Victoria could see his lips moving in a silent prayer.
"How are you?" squeaked Michelle.
"I.am.fine." Percy stared at the crazy, mixed up girl who was greeting him with such gusto.
"You know, you might want to get that speech defect looked at," chattered Michelle.
"What.speech.defect.?" asked Percy.
"I think he has a mental illness," said Victoria.
"I think he's freaked out by Michelle," said Rachel.
"He is not, you stupid morons!" shouted Michelle, shifting her feet to a fighting stance. "You sure wanna die, don't you?"
Percy gaped at her.
"Uh.no, not really," replied Rachel, offhandedly.
"Don't be stupid," said Victoria.
"Don't be suicidal," warned Rachel, who had been attacked by the certain vicious student before, and still bore the bruises of the battle.
Michelle was grinning evilly now, and cracking her knuckles.
"Uh.I'll.be.going.now." said Percy.
"No! My love!" wailed Michelle, flinging her arms out dramatically.
"???" asked Percy's face.
"Never mind her. Run while you still have a life," said Rachel.
"Nooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" sobbed Michelle, taking off after the youth, who had disappeared through the barrier in a sudden cloud of red hair. She sped through the barrier, crashing into Christina, who was staring at Harry, who was staring at Cho, who was staring at Cedric, who was staring at Angeline, who was staring at Oliver, who was staring at Katie (Bell) who was staring at Roger, who was staring at Hermione, who was staring at Ron, who was staring at Christina, but they were now all staring at Michelle, who was still staring after Percy, who was now nothing more than a small, distant figure, with a bright red head.
"Aw." sighed Michelle, her shoulders drooping dejectedly. Rachel came crashing through the barrier, slamming into Michelle, who hit Christina in her rage, who slapped Harry in her fear, who kicked Cho in his surprise, who headbutted Cedric, in her shock, who punched Angeline, in his pain, who swore at Oliver in her wrath, who stepped on Katie's foot in his horror, who screamed at Roger in her sorrow, who jammed his thumb in Hermione's eye, in his startled state, who fell into Ron's arms in a dead faint, who crumpled against Christina in his exhaustion.
"Oops," said Rachel. Then, hearing the sound of footsteps, she swung around and leaped out of the way, just in time to avoid having another chain reaction with Victoria.
"Hey! I kept yelling and yelling for you to come back, but you didn't, so I decided to." she broke off abruptly, looking around her in shock. Slowly, her lower jaw sank down to her knees. "Wow," she whispered. "We're on Platform 9 ¾."
*
Well that's the end of chapter 3. Did ya like it? I hope you did. I really, really, need your feedback, because my friends have been giving me assorted opinions on what I'm writing. I need some sane information, that's in English. Angeline speaks Swahili when discussing topics. So, please, please, please review.