Chapter 4
Did you like the last chapter? My friends had a very mixed debate on the chain reaction stuff- Michelle said it was stupid, while Christina was laughing the whole time. So, yeah. I hope you like my next chapter.
"Gee, this is so cool," said Victoria, biting into another pumpkin pasty. "I still think we're dreaming," replied Vanessa, sullenly. She was still annoyed with Rachel and Leanne, so she refused to say anything decent to either of them. "Oh, dry up, Vanessa," snapped Rachel, who was heartily sick of Vanessa's evil eye. "Why don't you?" shouted Vanessa, leaping up all of a sudden. "You're always telling me to shut up---" "I didn't tell you to shut up," replied Rachel. "I told you to dry up. Go join the Sahara Desert." Christina burst out laughing, whilst Vanessa glowered at her darkly. "What?" said Rachel, looking around in surprise. "I only told her to dry up." "Don't be so mean, Rachel," scolded Angeline. "Hey look!" gasped Christina. "There's Harry!" "And Draco," added Stephanie. "And they're.duelling!" squeaked Michelle. Something inside her muddled mind clicked, and she leapt into action. "Chaaaaaaaaaarge!" she roared, dashing to the door. She smashed through the glass, to the horror of her friends, and began attacking the two boys, viciously. BIFF BAFF BOFF! Her fists flew, knocking several innocent bystanders unconscious. "Michelle!" screamed Christina, rushing to Harry's aid. "No! You'll break his glasses! The glass on them will cut his face and he'll be.UGLY!" she gasped the last word, before tearing off the startled boy's glasses. "Hey! I need my glasses!" cried Harry, grabbing for the stolen items. "No! You don't want the glass on them to shatter, because then the." she paused, trying to think of a suitable word. "Shards?" Rachel suggested. "Shards?" Christina looked confused. "Uh.what are." "Shards: A fragment. Especially of broken earthenware," said Angeline, automatically. "No.it can be used for glass and stuff too," Rachel protested, frowning. "I know," shrugged Angeline. "But I was just repeating it from the MegaLex Macquarie Concise Dictionary." "Uh." Rachel blinked. "You mean the one on our laptops?" "Yes! What else?" snapped Angeline, turning to Christina. However, before she could say anything, someone beat her to it. "Harry!" shrieked Hermione, leaping down beside him and shoving Christina aside. "Harry, are you alright?" "What happened?" asked Ron, crouching beside Hermione. "Harry?" "My.glasses," moaned Harry, his hands still reaching out for the spectacles in Christina's hands. "I need my glasses. I can't see a thing." "Oof!" shrieked Christina, from the floor. "You pushed me! Oh, my back!" "Giggle giggle snort snort," muttered Rachel, under her breath. "What was that?" laughed Angeline. "Give him the glasses, you awful beast!" cried Hermione, snatching at the glasses in Christina's hands. "Ow!" whined Christina. "You're hurting me! Get off!" she beat the other girl's bushy head until it disappeared from view. "Hermione!" said Ron, helping the girl up. Then, looking around, he gaped at the six girls who were all wearing identical clothing. "What on earth are you wearing?" he asked. "Our school uniform!" replied Vanessa, proudly. "Our old school uniform," corrected Rachel. "What school would make girls wear ties?" demanded Ron. "Our school," snapped Vanessa. "Our old school," snapped Rachel. "Got a problem with that?" growled Michelle, turning away from the terrified onlookers. She approached Ron, a dangerous look in her eye. "N-n-n-no," squeaked Ron, cowering on the floor. "Umm.hello," said Harry. "I need my glasses." "Give him the glasses, Christina," said Angeline. "Michelle's not going to bash his face in." Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Let me rephrase that," said Angeline. "I don't think Michelle's going to bash his face in." The other eyebrow went up, and the mouth opened. "You don't think?" gasped Rachel. "I don't believe this! Michelle's not gonna kill Harry and Angeline doesn't think! What is Venus coming to?" "We live on planet earth," Stephanie whispered in her friend's ear. "Oh whatever," said Rachel, rolling her eyes. "It was a joke." Sarah and the rest of the Pymble girls appeared in the doorway of another carriage, looking shocked. "What---" began Sarah, but decided she did not want to know. Angeline snatched the glasses from Christina's hands, and threw them to Hermione. "Here," she said. The other girl took them, and without a word, shoved them firmly back on Harry's nose. "Thanks, Herm," said Harry, grinning at her gratefully. "Ahem," said Christina. "Aren't you going to thank me? The person who---" "Stole his glasses?" asked Hermione, glaring at her scathingly. "I did not steal them!" screamed Christina, trying to get up, and ending up sitting like a frog. "She confiscated them," said Rachel. "Confis---" began Christina. "Confiscated: to seize as if by authority; appropriate summarily," said Angeline. "I know what confiscated means!" snapped Hermione. "She wasn't saying it for you," said Rachel, rolling her eyes. "She was saying it for Christina." A mouthful of lemons could not have made Hermione's look more sour. She raised her wand, to shout a hex, but before the words even reached her lips, they froze, stuck in her throat. For in the doorway of the adjoining carriage, a professor stood, his arms crossed across his chest, and 'DISAPPROVAL' written across his face in bright red texta.
* Hmm.dodgy cliffhanger again. Ah.well. I'll never be able to write sufficient endings. Sniff sniff. *wipes tear from eye* Stuff that, though. I'll get better.I hope. So keep reviewing, and.yeah.
Did you like the last chapter? My friends had a very mixed debate on the chain reaction stuff- Michelle said it was stupid, while Christina was laughing the whole time. So, yeah. I hope you like my next chapter.
"Gee, this is so cool," said Victoria, biting into another pumpkin pasty. "I still think we're dreaming," replied Vanessa, sullenly. She was still annoyed with Rachel and Leanne, so she refused to say anything decent to either of them. "Oh, dry up, Vanessa," snapped Rachel, who was heartily sick of Vanessa's evil eye. "Why don't you?" shouted Vanessa, leaping up all of a sudden. "You're always telling me to shut up---" "I didn't tell you to shut up," replied Rachel. "I told you to dry up. Go join the Sahara Desert." Christina burst out laughing, whilst Vanessa glowered at her darkly. "What?" said Rachel, looking around in surprise. "I only told her to dry up." "Don't be so mean, Rachel," scolded Angeline. "Hey look!" gasped Christina. "There's Harry!" "And Draco," added Stephanie. "And they're.duelling!" squeaked Michelle. Something inside her muddled mind clicked, and she leapt into action. "Chaaaaaaaaaarge!" she roared, dashing to the door. She smashed through the glass, to the horror of her friends, and began attacking the two boys, viciously. BIFF BAFF BOFF! Her fists flew, knocking several innocent bystanders unconscious. "Michelle!" screamed Christina, rushing to Harry's aid. "No! You'll break his glasses! The glass on them will cut his face and he'll be.UGLY!" she gasped the last word, before tearing off the startled boy's glasses. "Hey! I need my glasses!" cried Harry, grabbing for the stolen items. "No! You don't want the glass on them to shatter, because then the." she paused, trying to think of a suitable word. "Shards?" Rachel suggested. "Shards?" Christina looked confused. "Uh.what are." "Shards: A fragment. Especially of broken earthenware," said Angeline, automatically. "No.it can be used for glass and stuff too," Rachel protested, frowning. "I know," shrugged Angeline. "But I was just repeating it from the MegaLex Macquarie Concise Dictionary." "Uh." Rachel blinked. "You mean the one on our laptops?" "Yes! What else?" snapped Angeline, turning to Christina. However, before she could say anything, someone beat her to it. "Harry!" shrieked Hermione, leaping down beside him and shoving Christina aside. "Harry, are you alright?" "What happened?" asked Ron, crouching beside Hermione. "Harry?" "My.glasses," moaned Harry, his hands still reaching out for the spectacles in Christina's hands. "I need my glasses. I can't see a thing." "Oof!" shrieked Christina, from the floor. "You pushed me! Oh, my back!" "Giggle giggle snort snort," muttered Rachel, under her breath. "What was that?" laughed Angeline. "Give him the glasses, you awful beast!" cried Hermione, snatching at the glasses in Christina's hands. "Ow!" whined Christina. "You're hurting me! Get off!" she beat the other girl's bushy head until it disappeared from view. "Hermione!" said Ron, helping the girl up. Then, looking around, he gaped at the six girls who were all wearing identical clothing. "What on earth are you wearing?" he asked. "Our school uniform!" replied Vanessa, proudly. "Our old school uniform," corrected Rachel. "What school would make girls wear ties?" demanded Ron. "Our school," snapped Vanessa. "Our old school," snapped Rachel. "Got a problem with that?" growled Michelle, turning away from the terrified onlookers. She approached Ron, a dangerous look in her eye. "N-n-n-no," squeaked Ron, cowering on the floor. "Umm.hello," said Harry. "I need my glasses." "Give him the glasses, Christina," said Angeline. "Michelle's not going to bash his face in." Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Let me rephrase that," said Angeline. "I don't think Michelle's going to bash his face in." The other eyebrow went up, and the mouth opened. "You don't think?" gasped Rachel. "I don't believe this! Michelle's not gonna kill Harry and Angeline doesn't think! What is Venus coming to?" "We live on planet earth," Stephanie whispered in her friend's ear. "Oh whatever," said Rachel, rolling her eyes. "It was a joke." Sarah and the rest of the Pymble girls appeared in the doorway of another carriage, looking shocked. "What---" began Sarah, but decided she did not want to know. Angeline snatched the glasses from Christina's hands, and threw them to Hermione. "Here," she said. The other girl took them, and without a word, shoved them firmly back on Harry's nose. "Thanks, Herm," said Harry, grinning at her gratefully. "Ahem," said Christina. "Aren't you going to thank me? The person who---" "Stole his glasses?" asked Hermione, glaring at her scathingly. "I did not steal them!" screamed Christina, trying to get up, and ending up sitting like a frog. "She confiscated them," said Rachel. "Confis---" began Christina. "Confiscated: to seize as if by authority; appropriate summarily," said Angeline. "I know what confiscated means!" snapped Hermione. "She wasn't saying it for you," said Rachel, rolling her eyes. "She was saying it for Christina." A mouthful of lemons could not have made Hermione's look more sour. She raised her wand, to shout a hex, but before the words even reached her lips, they froze, stuck in her throat. For in the doorway of the adjoining carriage, a professor stood, his arms crossed across his chest, and 'DISAPPROVAL' written across his face in bright red texta.
* Hmm.dodgy cliffhanger again. Ah.well. I'll never be able to write sufficient endings. Sniff sniff. *wipes tear from eye* Stuff that, though. I'll get better.I hope. So keep reviewing, and.yeah.