Chapter 6
"Stop breathing the smoke!" screamed Angeline. "you'll die!" "That's the whole point," whispered Stephanie. "Victoria." "She's been breathing the smoke, too!" snapped Angeline. There was a sudden scream from the corner of the room, before a cacophony of hissing and spitting erupted, followed by a long, dragging cat wail, which sounded suspiciously enough like a cat meowing as it was thrown. Then, there was a smashing of glass, as the cat crashed through the glass of the door of the compartment Christina was in. (lots of 'of's', huh?). "Crookshanks!" wailed Hermione. "Climb out, Christina!" shouted Angeline. "No!" moaned Victoria. She beat the glass door of the compartment with her fists. "I almost got rid of her! Keep breathing the smoke, Christina!" Angeline quickly helped her friend out, who had been rooted to the spot, staring at the unconscious cat. That was.if it was still unconscious. And I don't mean that if it wasn't unconscious, it would be conscious. Even though something that wasn't unconscious should be conscious. Unless, of course, it is dead, which poor Crookshanks probably was, after being hit in the head with a name badge several times, before being stabbed by the pin of a name badge another few times, before being thrown through a glass window. Would you be alive? "What's wrong with Victoria?" Angeline asked Stephanie. "I know Christina wasn't really her favourite person, but they weren't enemies, either. I mean, I think they were friends." "Harry, was this really your cauldron?" asked Rachel, sniffing the smoke coming from the cauldron. "Yes. Why?" Harry scowled at the girl. "Tut, tut, tut, Harry," said Rachel, wagging her finger at him. "What?" "Because, unless I'm mistaken, that's the distinct smell of some kind of drug, or another. That's why Victoria went crazy. Well. Crazier than she usually is. If that's possible," Rachel looked thoughtful for a minute. "Nah. I don't think it's possible." "Huh?" Victoria was still groggy from sniffing the smoke of the drug. Christina giggled, squealing, "Harry, my Love!" "Shut up, Christina. Your boyfriend-to-be is dirty. He's been doing drugs," replied Rachel. Christina simply giggled. She was high after inhaling so much of the drug, and nothing bothered her. "Aghr!" Harry bent over, trying to tear his hair out with his hands. "Here," said Christina, handing him a pair of scissors. Who knew where she had gotten them from? "What?" Harry glared at her. "You killed my owl." "And you killed my cat," added Hermione, scowling at Rachel. "And you've been doing drugs," said Rachel, grinning at Harry. "Oh, alright, alright! Sirius said that it would help me with my studies!" Harry sat down, and soon heart-wrenching sobs began tearing from his throat. "Don't worry, Harry," Christina crouched down beside him, still giggling like the maniac she was. (somehow I doubt I'm going to live long enough to reach Yr7, after this story). "My.owl.Hedwig. She was everything to---" There was a sudden rapping at the window of the burning compartment, and Harry glanced up sharply. When he did so, a smile lit his hideous features like a fire. (sorry, Christina). "HEDWIG!" he bellowed, getting up. With a wave of his wand, the glass on the window of the compartment disappeared, and the owl tumbled in. However, before Harry could reach her, Hedwig had fallen onto the ground, after inhaling the deadly fumes of the drug, and was lying still on the ground, beside Crookshanks. "No!" cried Harry, looking horrified. "Hedwig!" "Here. Allow me," Rachel, who was grinning like an idiot came up beside him, and snatched the wand from his limp hands. Raising it, she shouted, "Accio Hedwig!" "You crazy girl!" screamed Harry, trying to wrestle the wand from her hands. "Give that to me! You don't even know how to do magic! You've never even gone to Hogwarts!" "Let go of me, you idiotic, imbecilic, defective, mental institutional, drug dealing, bias, moronic---" Rachel was screaming. "Huh?" Harry paused for a second, not understanding what the girl had meant. "End it, Rachel," groaned Michelle. "You're losing the effect." "OK- Hideous, four-eyed druglord!" Rachel ended her string of insults, adding further physical insult by poking Harry in the face with the end of his wand as she did so. Huge boils began lancing out on the boy's face, and soon he was almost unrecognisable under the carpet of curses. "Give it back!" shouted Harry, snatching for the wand again. Eager to stand up for her beloved, Christina whined, "Yeah. Give it back, Rachel." "Shuddup," said Rachel, pulling the wand back. Hedwig flew threw the window, smashing into Harry's nose and breaking his glasses. "There ya go, four eyes," grinned Rachel.
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Enough chaos? Nah.I can do better. If you review. Thanks to everyone who reviewed so far, so.yeah.
"Stop breathing the smoke!" screamed Angeline. "you'll die!" "That's the whole point," whispered Stephanie. "Victoria." "She's been breathing the smoke, too!" snapped Angeline. There was a sudden scream from the corner of the room, before a cacophony of hissing and spitting erupted, followed by a long, dragging cat wail, which sounded suspiciously enough like a cat meowing as it was thrown. Then, there was a smashing of glass, as the cat crashed through the glass of the door of the compartment Christina was in. (lots of 'of's', huh?). "Crookshanks!" wailed Hermione. "Climb out, Christina!" shouted Angeline. "No!" moaned Victoria. She beat the glass door of the compartment with her fists. "I almost got rid of her! Keep breathing the smoke, Christina!" Angeline quickly helped her friend out, who had been rooted to the spot, staring at the unconscious cat. That was.if it was still unconscious. And I don't mean that if it wasn't unconscious, it would be conscious. Even though something that wasn't unconscious should be conscious. Unless, of course, it is dead, which poor Crookshanks probably was, after being hit in the head with a name badge several times, before being stabbed by the pin of a name badge another few times, before being thrown through a glass window. Would you be alive? "What's wrong with Victoria?" Angeline asked Stephanie. "I know Christina wasn't really her favourite person, but they weren't enemies, either. I mean, I think they were friends." "Harry, was this really your cauldron?" asked Rachel, sniffing the smoke coming from the cauldron. "Yes. Why?" Harry scowled at the girl. "Tut, tut, tut, Harry," said Rachel, wagging her finger at him. "What?" "Because, unless I'm mistaken, that's the distinct smell of some kind of drug, or another. That's why Victoria went crazy. Well. Crazier than she usually is. If that's possible," Rachel looked thoughtful for a minute. "Nah. I don't think it's possible." "Huh?" Victoria was still groggy from sniffing the smoke of the drug. Christina giggled, squealing, "Harry, my Love!" "Shut up, Christina. Your boyfriend-to-be is dirty. He's been doing drugs," replied Rachel. Christina simply giggled. She was high after inhaling so much of the drug, and nothing bothered her. "Aghr!" Harry bent over, trying to tear his hair out with his hands. "Here," said Christina, handing him a pair of scissors. Who knew where she had gotten them from? "What?" Harry glared at her. "You killed my owl." "And you killed my cat," added Hermione, scowling at Rachel. "And you've been doing drugs," said Rachel, grinning at Harry. "Oh, alright, alright! Sirius said that it would help me with my studies!" Harry sat down, and soon heart-wrenching sobs began tearing from his throat. "Don't worry, Harry," Christina crouched down beside him, still giggling like the maniac she was. (somehow I doubt I'm going to live long enough to reach Yr7, after this story). "My.owl.Hedwig. She was everything to---" There was a sudden rapping at the window of the burning compartment, and Harry glanced up sharply. When he did so, a smile lit his hideous features like a fire. (sorry, Christina). "HEDWIG!" he bellowed, getting up. With a wave of his wand, the glass on the window of the compartment disappeared, and the owl tumbled in. However, before Harry could reach her, Hedwig had fallen onto the ground, after inhaling the deadly fumes of the drug, and was lying still on the ground, beside Crookshanks. "No!" cried Harry, looking horrified. "Hedwig!" "Here. Allow me," Rachel, who was grinning like an idiot came up beside him, and snatched the wand from his limp hands. Raising it, she shouted, "Accio Hedwig!" "You crazy girl!" screamed Harry, trying to wrestle the wand from her hands. "Give that to me! You don't even know how to do magic! You've never even gone to Hogwarts!" "Let go of me, you idiotic, imbecilic, defective, mental institutional, drug dealing, bias, moronic---" Rachel was screaming. "Huh?" Harry paused for a second, not understanding what the girl had meant. "End it, Rachel," groaned Michelle. "You're losing the effect." "OK- Hideous, four-eyed druglord!" Rachel ended her string of insults, adding further physical insult by poking Harry in the face with the end of his wand as she did so. Huge boils began lancing out on the boy's face, and soon he was almost unrecognisable under the carpet of curses. "Give it back!" shouted Harry, snatching for the wand again. Eager to stand up for her beloved, Christina whined, "Yeah. Give it back, Rachel." "Shuddup," said Rachel, pulling the wand back. Hedwig flew threw the window, smashing into Harry's nose and breaking his glasses. "There ya go, four eyes," grinned Rachel.
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Enough chaos? Nah.I can do better. If you review. Thanks to everyone who reviewed so far, so.yeah.