Chapter 5
Hey, hey! I'm back! .Although I didn't go anywhere, so.did I go anywhere? Well, if I did, you won't want to know where, because going to Chatswood every day isn't too interesting, and neither is looking for furniture with my aunt.so, yeah. Don't worry about little ol' me. Just.*sniff*.keep.*sob*.reading.
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"Right, detention for you," said the professor, pointing at Hermione, who was still holding her wand over her head like a savage. "WHAT? BUT I'VE NEVER GOTTEN DETENTION BEFORE!" shrieked the girl, whose hair looked like a giant tumbleweed. "And detention for you," added the professor, jerking his thumb at the girl who was practising her kickboxing on a total stranger. "Oh yeah?" growled Michelle, circling the professor like a professional boxer.which she probably was.hmm. Something to ponder on a rainy day. "Uh." the professor wiped a drop of sweat off his forehead. "If you stop kicking that boy, then I'll let you go." "Grr." Michelle began rolling up the sleeves of her white shirt. "No! That's improper school uniform!" shouted Vanessa, pointing an accusing finger at the girl, who looked flabbergasted at the interruption. "So?" Rachel scowled. Then, to Michelle. "Keep your eyes on his left foot! He'll kick you if you're not careful!" "What are you doing?" hissed Angeline, shoving her 'friend' in the side. "He'll give you detention, too." Rachel was not fazed. "When it comes to betting, you want to be on the winning side," she replied, as Michelle began knocking the professor's head back like a punching bag. "And I've got my money on Michelle, if it comes to fighting." "Ugh!" Angeline slapped her on the arm. Hard. "Ow." said Rachel, holding her sore arm. "That hurt." "You wanna fight?" Michelle had finally remembered the line that she was supposed to ask. However, it might have been a little late, because the professor was already lying on the floor, spread-eagled, and unconscious. The texta on his forehead was smudged, probably by Michelle's rabbit punches, which continued to rain down on the unconscious man, like acid rain, which squashed his features. "Michelle, I think it's a bit late to ask that." Rachel chewed her thumbnail, as she debated on whether to stop the girl with the manic smile on her face. "Yeah? You wanna fight, too?" Michelle laid a punch on the man's still face, and a loud 'snap' was heard by all the witnesses. No one would have any trouble keeping their mouths shut when the culprit was demanded on them. "Michelle! You'll be sent to Azkaban!" shrieked Christina. "No she won't," replied Rachel, reasonably. "Because Azkaban is for dudes who use illegal magic. I don't think there was anything magical about what Squishy just did." "That's not my name!" screeched Michelle, leaping up and charging the startled schoolgirl. "I didn't say it was you!" cried Rachel, leaping aside just in time to avoid being plowed down by the crazed student. Looking around quickly, she grabbed the nearest thing to her and held it towards Michelle threateningly. "Don't make me do this," she said, grabbing the nozzle, and placing her finger over the button. "Huh?" Michelle took an uncertain step forward, and got a faceful of perfume. "Eek!" she squeaked, trying to rub the strong smelling stuff off her face. "It's.feminine!" "Oops," Rachel looked at the heart shaped bottle, reading, "A truly tender feminine scent, touched by roses and tickled by violets. Oh. Sorry, Michelle." "Now people will think I'm girly!" Michelle shrieked. Her eyes were red, from the perfume in it or the rage inside, Rachel was unsure. But whatever it was, it didn't look too nice. "I said sorry." "Rachel!" gasped Angeline, grabbing the bottle from her fellow student. She spun it round, looking for the ingredients. "What are you doing?" Rachel looked confused. "Looking for the ingredients, of course!" snapped Angeline. "Oh. Wouldn't it be easier to just soak a towel and let her wipe her eyes with it? I always heard that if you get poison in your eyes, you should flush it with water. I think that means she should clean her eyes with water." "No! Don't make her better!" screamed Christina, looking horrified. "She'll kill us!" and with that, she disappeared into the nearest compartment with a squeak, before barricading the door. "True, you know," said Rachel, looking thoughtful. "A blind rhino is better than a rhino that can see." "Are you saying that I'm a rhino?" growled Michelle. "No. Rhinos are smaller and more peaceful than you, Godzilla," replied Rachel. "What's Christina doing?" Vanessa glanced at the girl who was piling luggage in front of the door furiously, pausing every few seconds to complain of her aching back. "Uh.Christina! What are you doing?" Victoria walked over to the glass door of the compartment, to see what the wussy girl was doing. "Barricading the door!" Christina gave a triumphant cackle as she put a huge, bronze cauldron onto a slimmer package, which looked strangely enough, like a broomstick. A Firebolt, to be exact. And when the cauldron was put onto it, it made a noise like a Firebolt snapping, too. "My broomstick!" howled Malfoy, beating the door with his puny, pallor fists. "Oh go away, you person who was so mean to Harry!" snapped Christina, jumping into the cauldron to force it back onto the broomstick. Suddenly, there was a loud hissing noise, and the girl leapt out of the cauldron like the bottom of it was burning. And it was. A few seconds later, there was a blazing inferno roaring out of the cauldron, and grey smoke slowly filled the compartment. "Ew! It stinks!" complained Christina, waving her hand in front of her nose. "How'd it catch fire?" cried Victoria, shocked. "What happened?" Stephanie gaped at the awful spectacle that was slowly unfolding, in front of her very eyes. "Oh no!" gasped Harry. "That's my cauldron! I spent fifty galleons on it, because once the bottom of it makes contact with wood, the wood will instantly begin to burn, starting up the cauldron!" "Fifty galleons?" screeched Ron and Hermione in unison. "You could have spent it on a holiday for house Elves!" cried Hermione, and at the same time, Ron was howling, "You could have spent it on the extra dung bombs we needed to complete our raid on Percy!" "Not my beloved Percy!" wailed Michelle. "don't hurt Percy!" "Eek! It's burning!" sobbed Christina, as the smoke began to choke her. "Quickly, clean Michelle's eyes with water!" said Angeline. "Before she goes blind!" "I won't be able to get on the Quidditch Team now," moaned Malfoy. "My Firebolt!" "I can't believe you, Harry, you selfish prick!" said Hermione. "My ears hurt," complained Stephanie, clamping her hands over her ears. "Christina's gonna die! Can you believe this?" a grin too big for the girl's face was beginning to stretch across Victoria's face. "No more, 'That's so stupid!' ten minutes after the jokes are finished, no loud screaming or vulgar jokes." "I knew we should have gone back to Pymble the instant we got here, but no. You never listen to me," Vanessa was saying. "My dad's gonna kill me if I don't get on the Quidditch team!" wailed Malfoy. "Shut up, you stupid little albino!" snapped Rachel. "It's your cursed broom that started the fire!" "It smells so bad!" said Christina, pinching her nose between her thumb and index finger, in an attempt to block out the smell of burning wood. "Michelle, unless you want to lose your sight, I really think you should rinse your eyes," said Angeline. "How dare you call me an albino!" roared Malfoy, even though he had absolutely no idea in his little mind what albino meant. It just sounded insulting, and to him, anything that sounded insulting was insulting. He decided that he would beat up the girl, who was two years younger than him, and still as tall as him. Just like he had beaten up the Slytherin who had called him a 'hunky looker'. Whatever that meant. Ah well. The person had never bothered him again. "I'll get you for that!" he said, lowering his head and charging at Rachel like a bull gone mad. For the second time that day, Rachel was forced to leap aside, to avoid being trampled by a mad beast. However, this time she was not so lucky, and fell onto a certain bad tempered tabby. The evil cat was in a particularly foul mood today, and it spat and hissed, slashing at the girl who was sitting on it. Crookshank's claws barely missed Rachel's tartan tunic, instead slicing through thin air. Well, the air wasn't exactly thin, though, as it was thick with screams and howls of rage. "Hey! This tunic costs like.two hundred dollars!" cried Rachel, furious. "Huh? Where'd she go?" Malfoy looked around quickly, then seeing the girl who was lying on a tabby cat, his temper was whittled away. He didn't want to risk getting scratched by that cat. So, slinking off, he decided to ambush her later. "This smoke is choking me!" gasped Christina, drawing in a quick breath. Then, she began coughing and wheezing. "Don't breathe in the smoke!" warned Stephanie. "Why?" Victoria looked at her friend. "Because it might be poisonous, and she might die," explained Stephanie. Victoria paused for a minute, frowning. Then, a smile bigger than a dinosaur leaped onto her face, and she laughed. "Go on, Christina!" she said. "Breathe it in! Breathe it all in! Pretend it's drugs or something. Whatever you like! Just sniff it all into those lungs!" "But it smells terrible," sighed Christina, obeying the evil little girl. "Stop, Christina! Don't listen to her!" cried Stephanie. "She wants to kill you!" "Quiet, Stephanie!" snapped Victoria. "Do you want to listen to bawdy jokes for the rest of your life in year seven?" "You guys are only in year seven?" screeched Harry. "Yes," replied Stephanie. "All of us." "Even her? And her?" Harry stared at Victoria, then at Stephanie. The height difference was quite shocking. And Rachel was even taller than both of them. "Ngh! Take that, you evil creature!" cackled Rachel, jamming her elbow into the cat's ribs. "Reow!" the cat retaliated by swiping the girl's face. "Ow! That hurt!" cried Rachel, her hand flying up to her slashed face. "How dare you! You'll die for that, kitty!" "Even the lion tamer?" Ron stared at the mortal combat between girl and cat. "What lion---Crookshanks!" cried Hermione, leaping to the cat's aid. "Michelle, you really have to wash your eyes," said Angeline. "Please." Michelle raised her head higher and sniffed. "Mm. What's cooking?" "What do you mean, what's.OH NO! CHRISTINA!" Angeline pressed her face to the glass of the compartment, her eyes unable to take it what was happening. The girl inside was taking deep breaths of the poisonous gases that were being emitted by the cauldron. "Christina!"
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Heh, heh. Cackle. So.will Rachel win her battle against the cat from hell? Will Squishy (only kidding) Michelle ever regain her sight? Will Malfoy get on the Qudditch Team anyway? And will Christina defeat the evil Victoria, and live? If you really want to find out what happens next, I suggest to start REVIEWING! NOW! Thank you. (
Hey, hey! I'm back! .Although I didn't go anywhere, so.did I go anywhere? Well, if I did, you won't want to know where, because going to Chatswood every day isn't too interesting, and neither is looking for furniture with my aunt.so, yeah. Don't worry about little ol' me. Just.*sniff*.keep.*sob*.reading.
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"Right, detention for you," said the professor, pointing at Hermione, who was still holding her wand over her head like a savage. "WHAT? BUT I'VE NEVER GOTTEN DETENTION BEFORE!" shrieked the girl, whose hair looked like a giant tumbleweed. "And detention for you," added the professor, jerking his thumb at the girl who was practising her kickboxing on a total stranger. "Oh yeah?" growled Michelle, circling the professor like a professional boxer.which she probably was.hmm. Something to ponder on a rainy day. "Uh." the professor wiped a drop of sweat off his forehead. "If you stop kicking that boy, then I'll let you go." "Grr." Michelle began rolling up the sleeves of her white shirt. "No! That's improper school uniform!" shouted Vanessa, pointing an accusing finger at the girl, who looked flabbergasted at the interruption. "So?" Rachel scowled. Then, to Michelle. "Keep your eyes on his left foot! He'll kick you if you're not careful!" "What are you doing?" hissed Angeline, shoving her 'friend' in the side. "He'll give you detention, too." Rachel was not fazed. "When it comes to betting, you want to be on the winning side," she replied, as Michelle began knocking the professor's head back like a punching bag. "And I've got my money on Michelle, if it comes to fighting." "Ugh!" Angeline slapped her on the arm. Hard. "Ow." said Rachel, holding her sore arm. "That hurt." "You wanna fight?" Michelle had finally remembered the line that she was supposed to ask. However, it might have been a little late, because the professor was already lying on the floor, spread-eagled, and unconscious. The texta on his forehead was smudged, probably by Michelle's rabbit punches, which continued to rain down on the unconscious man, like acid rain, which squashed his features. "Michelle, I think it's a bit late to ask that." Rachel chewed her thumbnail, as she debated on whether to stop the girl with the manic smile on her face. "Yeah? You wanna fight, too?" Michelle laid a punch on the man's still face, and a loud 'snap' was heard by all the witnesses. No one would have any trouble keeping their mouths shut when the culprit was demanded on them. "Michelle! You'll be sent to Azkaban!" shrieked Christina. "No she won't," replied Rachel, reasonably. "Because Azkaban is for dudes who use illegal magic. I don't think there was anything magical about what Squishy just did." "That's not my name!" screeched Michelle, leaping up and charging the startled schoolgirl. "I didn't say it was you!" cried Rachel, leaping aside just in time to avoid being plowed down by the crazed student. Looking around quickly, she grabbed the nearest thing to her and held it towards Michelle threateningly. "Don't make me do this," she said, grabbing the nozzle, and placing her finger over the button. "Huh?" Michelle took an uncertain step forward, and got a faceful of perfume. "Eek!" she squeaked, trying to rub the strong smelling stuff off her face. "It's.feminine!" "Oops," Rachel looked at the heart shaped bottle, reading, "A truly tender feminine scent, touched by roses and tickled by violets. Oh. Sorry, Michelle." "Now people will think I'm girly!" Michelle shrieked. Her eyes were red, from the perfume in it or the rage inside, Rachel was unsure. But whatever it was, it didn't look too nice. "I said sorry." "Rachel!" gasped Angeline, grabbing the bottle from her fellow student. She spun it round, looking for the ingredients. "What are you doing?" Rachel looked confused. "Looking for the ingredients, of course!" snapped Angeline. "Oh. Wouldn't it be easier to just soak a towel and let her wipe her eyes with it? I always heard that if you get poison in your eyes, you should flush it with water. I think that means she should clean her eyes with water." "No! Don't make her better!" screamed Christina, looking horrified. "She'll kill us!" and with that, she disappeared into the nearest compartment with a squeak, before barricading the door. "True, you know," said Rachel, looking thoughtful. "A blind rhino is better than a rhino that can see." "Are you saying that I'm a rhino?" growled Michelle. "No. Rhinos are smaller and more peaceful than you, Godzilla," replied Rachel. "What's Christina doing?" Vanessa glanced at the girl who was piling luggage in front of the door furiously, pausing every few seconds to complain of her aching back. "Uh.Christina! What are you doing?" Victoria walked over to the glass door of the compartment, to see what the wussy girl was doing. "Barricading the door!" Christina gave a triumphant cackle as she put a huge, bronze cauldron onto a slimmer package, which looked strangely enough, like a broomstick. A Firebolt, to be exact. And when the cauldron was put onto it, it made a noise like a Firebolt snapping, too. "My broomstick!" howled Malfoy, beating the door with his puny, pallor fists. "Oh go away, you person who was so mean to Harry!" snapped Christina, jumping into the cauldron to force it back onto the broomstick. Suddenly, there was a loud hissing noise, and the girl leapt out of the cauldron like the bottom of it was burning. And it was. A few seconds later, there was a blazing inferno roaring out of the cauldron, and grey smoke slowly filled the compartment. "Ew! It stinks!" complained Christina, waving her hand in front of her nose. "How'd it catch fire?" cried Victoria, shocked. "What happened?" Stephanie gaped at the awful spectacle that was slowly unfolding, in front of her very eyes. "Oh no!" gasped Harry. "That's my cauldron! I spent fifty galleons on it, because once the bottom of it makes contact with wood, the wood will instantly begin to burn, starting up the cauldron!" "Fifty galleons?" screeched Ron and Hermione in unison. "You could have spent it on a holiday for house Elves!" cried Hermione, and at the same time, Ron was howling, "You could have spent it on the extra dung bombs we needed to complete our raid on Percy!" "Not my beloved Percy!" wailed Michelle. "don't hurt Percy!" "Eek! It's burning!" sobbed Christina, as the smoke began to choke her. "Quickly, clean Michelle's eyes with water!" said Angeline. "Before she goes blind!" "I won't be able to get on the Quidditch Team now," moaned Malfoy. "My Firebolt!" "I can't believe you, Harry, you selfish prick!" said Hermione. "My ears hurt," complained Stephanie, clamping her hands over her ears. "Christina's gonna die! Can you believe this?" a grin too big for the girl's face was beginning to stretch across Victoria's face. "No more, 'That's so stupid!' ten minutes after the jokes are finished, no loud screaming or vulgar jokes." "I knew we should have gone back to Pymble the instant we got here, but no. You never listen to me," Vanessa was saying. "My dad's gonna kill me if I don't get on the Quidditch team!" wailed Malfoy. "Shut up, you stupid little albino!" snapped Rachel. "It's your cursed broom that started the fire!" "It smells so bad!" said Christina, pinching her nose between her thumb and index finger, in an attempt to block out the smell of burning wood. "Michelle, unless you want to lose your sight, I really think you should rinse your eyes," said Angeline. "How dare you call me an albino!" roared Malfoy, even though he had absolutely no idea in his little mind what albino meant. It just sounded insulting, and to him, anything that sounded insulting was insulting. He decided that he would beat up the girl, who was two years younger than him, and still as tall as him. Just like he had beaten up the Slytherin who had called him a 'hunky looker'. Whatever that meant. Ah well. The person had never bothered him again. "I'll get you for that!" he said, lowering his head and charging at Rachel like a bull gone mad. For the second time that day, Rachel was forced to leap aside, to avoid being trampled by a mad beast. However, this time she was not so lucky, and fell onto a certain bad tempered tabby. The evil cat was in a particularly foul mood today, and it spat and hissed, slashing at the girl who was sitting on it. Crookshank's claws barely missed Rachel's tartan tunic, instead slicing through thin air. Well, the air wasn't exactly thin, though, as it was thick with screams and howls of rage. "Hey! This tunic costs like.two hundred dollars!" cried Rachel, furious. "Huh? Where'd she go?" Malfoy looked around quickly, then seeing the girl who was lying on a tabby cat, his temper was whittled away. He didn't want to risk getting scratched by that cat. So, slinking off, he decided to ambush her later. "This smoke is choking me!" gasped Christina, drawing in a quick breath. Then, she began coughing and wheezing. "Don't breathe in the smoke!" warned Stephanie. "Why?" Victoria looked at her friend. "Because it might be poisonous, and she might die," explained Stephanie. Victoria paused for a minute, frowning. Then, a smile bigger than a dinosaur leaped onto her face, and she laughed. "Go on, Christina!" she said. "Breathe it in! Breathe it all in! Pretend it's drugs or something. Whatever you like! Just sniff it all into those lungs!" "But it smells terrible," sighed Christina, obeying the evil little girl. "Stop, Christina! Don't listen to her!" cried Stephanie. "She wants to kill you!" "Quiet, Stephanie!" snapped Victoria. "Do you want to listen to bawdy jokes for the rest of your life in year seven?" "You guys are only in year seven?" screeched Harry. "Yes," replied Stephanie. "All of us." "Even her? And her?" Harry stared at Victoria, then at Stephanie. The height difference was quite shocking. And Rachel was even taller than both of them. "Ngh! Take that, you evil creature!" cackled Rachel, jamming her elbow into the cat's ribs. "Reow!" the cat retaliated by swiping the girl's face. "Ow! That hurt!" cried Rachel, her hand flying up to her slashed face. "How dare you! You'll die for that, kitty!" "Even the lion tamer?" Ron stared at the mortal combat between girl and cat. "What lion---Crookshanks!" cried Hermione, leaping to the cat's aid. "Michelle, you really have to wash your eyes," said Angeline. "Please." Michelle raised her head higher and sniffed. "Mm. What's cooking?" "What do you mean, what's.OH NO! CHRISTINA!" Angeline pressed her face to the glass of the compartment, her eyes unable to take it what was happening. The girl inside was taking deep breaths of the poisonous gases that were being emitted by the cauldron. "Christina!"
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Heh, heh. Cackle. So.will Rachel win her battle against the cat from hell? Will Squishy (only kidding) Michelle ever regain her sight? Will Malfoy get on the Qudditch Team anyway? And will Christina defeat the evil Victoria, and live? If you really want to find out what happens next, I suggest to start REVIEWING! NOW! Thank you. (