Chapter 12
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"What? Two bloody hours?" shrieked Michelle. "I don't wanna stay in this stupid bed for two freaking hours!" "Well you have to," snapped Rachel. "Damn you. Now I have to suffer through Divination with the Prince of Arrogance." "I object," cried Artemis. "I am not arrogant!" "No, you're very arrogant," said Rachel, not turning around. "Anyway," she lowered her voice to a whisper, grinning wickedly. "If you still have that knife, I'd like to tell you that Draco Malfoy is in the bed beside you." "Ooh goody," cackled Michelle, rubbing her hands together. "Draco Malfoy?" asked Sarah, her hazel eyes lighting up. "Where?" "In a bed, right now, but in a coffin very soon," replied Rachel. The blonde boy turned over in his sleep, snoring loudly. "Mummy?" he asked. "I want the pink robes." Angeline sniggered, and Victoria burst out laughing. "Why do I have to have the blue ones?" he asked, caught in his dream. "The pink ones are prettier. Why don't the blue ones have lacy bits?" "Oh I have to remember this," laughed Rachel, grabbing Malfoy's wand, which happened to be on his bedside table. "Do you even know the spell?" drawled Artemis. "No. But that won't stop her," sighed Victoria. "Damn right it won't!" snapped Rachel. "Uh.remembero.whatevero!" "Rachel!" screamed Angeline, grabbing her friend's arm and dragging her out of the way just in time to avoid being squashed by the large, grey form. "Butler!" beamed Artemis. "Wild Indian Elephant!" screeched Victoria. "Same thing," sighed Artemis. Then his eyes widened. "Aghr! You're right!" "Ew." said Christina. "It's so gross." "It's called a mirror," quipped Rachel. Christina scowled. "Ha ha." "Aghr?" Artemis scratched his head. "Aghr? Is that even a word?" "No. you're turning into a Christina," said Rachel, bowing her head solemnly, and wiped away an imaginary tear. "The trumpets blare one last farewell, before the coffin is lowered into the ground. O woe is your brain." Artemis's face represented Christina's. "You have a very sarcastic friend," he commented to Angeline. "I know," nodded the girl, sadly. "Friend?" squawked Victoria and Michelle in unison. "Friend?" "Shuddup," said Rachel. "Or there'll be two coffins joining his brain. And they won't just contain dead organs." The other girls could take a hint. They shut up. "Well, we really should be going," said Sarah, grabbing Susie and dragging her out the door before she could say anything. Loui and Amelia followed. "They're right, y'know," said Rachel. "They're right, you know," corrected Angeline. She opened her mouth to continue, but before she could start another one of her exasperating lectures, Rachel shoved a wad of cloth into her mouth. Angeline's eyes grew wide, and she protested indignantly, although no one could understand what she was saying. "Come on. Let's get out of here. Before anyone sees the elephant," and the girls ran out, leaving Artemis Fowl Junior, standing by the fallen wand and elephant, looking extremely guilty. "Hey!" he cried, snapping out of his daze. "Wait for me!" And he burst into a run, but Michelle's arm shot out, grabbing his leg, and he fell heavily, the air knocked out of his lungs as he hit the ground. "Take that, you stupid idiot!" cackled Michelle. "What was that for?" gasped Artemis, scrambling to his feet and massaging his sore ribs. Michelle shrugged. "I felt like it." Shaking his head, Artemis dashed out the door before she could do anything else. As he ran, thoughts were ripping through his mind like a jackhammer. Artemis Fowl Junior did not normally run, whether physically or mentally. He was far too lazy and proud. But with an elephant in the hospital wing, and a manic girl with a knife, even he was forced to run. "Wait!" he panted, coming up behind the girls. Rachel glanced over her shoulder, then, casually stepping aside, she stuck out a leg. "No!" screeched Artemis, as he went sprawling into the desk. Glass flew off the table, hitting the floor and smashing into a million pieces. A particular crystal ball hit the ground, and literally exploded, bursting into a billion colours of mysterious-looking mist, which flew through the small room like tiny, rainbow bats. Rachel grinned evilly. "Tut, tut," she scolded, standing over him and waggling her finger at him. "What the hell did you do that for, you crazy bitch?" screamed Artemis, looking around in horror at the smashed items. "Yes!" crowed Rachel, raising her hands triumphantly. "I finally got the great Artemis Fowl Junior, to swear!" Several students tittered nervously. Professor Trewalney would not be pleased. "What is wrong with you people?" continued Artemis, finally snapping. "You are maniacs, all of you!" "And you're the one screaming his head off," remarked Rachel, calmly. "It would be easier to do that now, wouldn't it? I mean, since you've lost your brain, your head would be lighter, and therefore, it would be easier to blow your top, if you get what I mean." Artemis gaped at her. "Never mind her," advised Angeline, patting his back sympathetically. "She is crazy." "Excuse me," Rachel frowned, crossing her arms. "I am perfectly sane, thank you very much. I just happen to like word-play." "Then why did you use a wand when you have absolutely no idea about how to do magic, twice---" began Angeline. "Uh.I believe you just made a grammatical error," Rachel pointed out. "You said---" "Rachel!" cried Victoria and Stephanie. Suddenly, Rachel stopped. "Hang on! I do remember.Ngh! Gimme that." Once again, a student lost her wand. "Hey!" she cried. "That's mine." "Aw shut your stupid gob," snapped Rachel. "Repairo!" she swung the wand in the air, repairing the broken glass. "There ya go," she grinned, handing back the wand. "How the hell did you know that?" gasped Angeline, her jaw dropping. Rachel shrugged. "If I tell you," she lowered her voice. "I'll have to kill you." Angeline rolled her eyes. Well, at least she tried to. No offence, Tangerine (only kiddin) Angeline, but you aren't really the best at rolling your eyes. Or raising an eyebrow, while we're on the subject of facial expressions. But your glare's really good. No need to practise it on me. Thank you. "You're so pathetic, Rachel," sighed Angeline. That was when Professor Trewalney entered the room. "Miss Tan! Oliver warned me about you," she tutted. "Always nasty to your fellow classmates. Well I won't put up with it. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." "That's all?" drawled Rachel, looking disappointed. "Oliver--- he spoke to you about me?" squealed Angeline, her eyes glazed. She gave a heartfelt sigh, clasping her hands over her heart. Not that she could. I mean, like since you've got ribs 'n skin 'n muscles 'n.well you get the point, don't you? But anyway. So.you know what I mean. "Oliver." breathed Angeline. "Uh.okay," Victoria giggled. "She's gone weird." Stephanie laughed. "Indeed, Miss Tan. Oliver did speak to me about your behaviour. There is no need to mock him. I shall deduct five points from Ravenclaw for your bad manners," said Professor Trewalney. "Well I suffered for his love," sighed Angeline, dejectedly. "Miss Tan." said Professor Trewalney, warningly. Her shoulders slumped, Angeline sat down at a desk.
Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs 4:30 Hagrid's Shack
"Righ', I though we'd be doin' a bi' o work on Centaurs, t'day," grunted Hagrid, leading out a very ruffled looking centaur. "Really! I have never been treated so vilely!" exclaimed the centaur, indignantly. "His name is Foaly," said Hagrid. "And ye can pat him, if ye want." "No you may not!" shouted Foaly. "I am a technical genius, not a creature in a side-show!" "Can I ride him?" pleaded Hermione. "I've read all about centaurs." "Aghr!" screamed Foaly, trying to beat the girl off his back. "Get off me! I understand that I am incredibly handsome and females generally throw themselves on me, but not literally!" Hagrid laughed. "Now, now, Foaly. I'll just be going now.for a bit ' drink at te pub. Ye behave yerself." "Nooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" wailed Foaly. "Just wait till I find Holly 'n Julius! I'll get you for this, Mud Man!" "There.there," cooed Hermione, soothingly. "It's okay, centaur." "No it's not!" screeched Foaly. Then he grinned. "Until Holly n Julius come back."
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Okay, so you might be wondering where the elves are. Well, you'll find out in the next chapter, so keep reviewing.actually.start reviewing.
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"What? Two bloody hours?" shrieked Michelle. "I don't wanna stay in this stupid bed for two freaking hours!" "Well you have to," snapped Rachel. "Damn you. Now I have to suffer through Divination with the Prince of Arrogance." "I object," cried Artemis. "I am not arrogant!" "No, you're very arrogant," said Rachel, not turning around. "Anyway," she lowered her voice to a whisper, grinning wickedly. "If you still have that knife, I'd like to tell you that Draco Malfoy is in the bed beside you." "Ooh goody," cackled Michelle, rubbing her hands together. "Draco Malfoy?" asked Sarah, her hazel eyes lighting up. "Where?" "In a bed, right now, but in a coffin very soon," replied Rachel. The blonde boy turned over in his sleep, snoring loudly. "Mummy?" he asked. "I want the pink robes." Angeline sniggered, and Victoria burst out laughing. "Why do I have to have the blue ones?" he asked, caught in his dream. "The pink ones are prettier. Why don't the blue ones have lacy bits?" "Oh I have to remember this," laughed Rachel, grabbing Malfoy's wand, which happened to be on his bedside table. "Do you even know the spell?" drawled Artemis. "No. But that won't stop her," sighed Victoria. "Damn right it won't!" snapped Rachel. "Uh.remembero.whatevero!" "Rachel!" screamed Angeline, grabbing her friend's arm and dragging her out of the way just in time to avoid being squashed by the large, grey form. "Butler!" beamed Artemis. "Wild Indian Elephant!" screeched Victoria. "Same thing," sighed Artemis. Then his eyes widened. "Aghr! You're right!" "Ew." said Christina. "It's so gross." "It's called a mirror," quipped Rachel. Christina scowled. "Ha ha." "Aghr?" Artemis scratched his head. "Aghr? Is that even a word?" "No. you're turning into a Christina," said Rachel, bowing her head solemnly, and wiped away an imaginary tear. "The trumpets blare one last farewell, before the coffin is lowered into the ground. O woe is your brain." Artemis's face represented Christina's. "You have a very sarcastic friend," he commented to Angeline. "I know," nodded the girl, sadly. "Friend?" squawked Victoria and Michelle in unison. "Friend?" "Shuddup," said Rachel. "Or there'll be two coffins joining his brain. And they won't just contain dead organs." The other girls could take a hint. They shut up. "Well, we really should be going," said Sarah, grabbing Susie and dragging her out the door before she could say anything. Loui and Amelia followed. "They're right, y'know," said Rachel. "They're right, you know," corrected Angeline. She opened her mouth to continue, but before she could start another one of her exasperating lectures, Rachel shoved a wad of cloth into her mouth. Angeline's eyes grew wide, and she protested indignantly, although no one could understand what she was saying. "Come on. Let's get out of here. Before anyone sees the elephant," and the girls ran out, leaving Artemis Fowl Junior, standing by the fallen wand and elephant, looking extremely guilty. "Hey!" he cried, snapping out of his daze. "Wait for me!" And he burst into a run, but Michelle's arm shot out, grabbing his leg, and he fell heavily, the air knocked out of his lungs as he hit the ground. "Take that, you stupid idiot!" cackled Michelle. "What was that for?" gasped Artemis, scrambling to his feet and massaging his sore ribs. Michelle shrugged. "I felt like it." Shaking his head, Artemis dashed out the door before she could do anything else. As he ran, thoughts were ripping through his mind like a jackhammer. Artemis Fowl Junior did not normally run, whether physically or mentally. He was far too lazy and proud. But with an elephant in the hospital wing, and a manic girl with a knife, even he was forced to run. "Wait!" he panted, coming up behind the girls. Rachel glanced over her shoulder, then, casually stepping aside, she stuck out a leg. "No!" screeched Artemis, as he went sprawling into the desk. Glass flew off the table, hitting the floor and smashing into a million pieces. A particular crystal ball hit the ground, and literally exploded, bursting into a billion colours of mysterious-looking mist, which flew through the small room like tiny, rainbow bats. Rachel grinned evilly. "Tut, tut," she scolded, standing over him and waggling her finger at him. "What the hell did you do that for, you crazy bitch?" screamed Artemis, looking around in horror at the smashed items. "Yes!" crowed Rachel, raising her hands triumphantly. "I finally got the great Artemis Fowl Junior, to swear!" Several students tittered nervously. Professor Trewalney would not be pleased. "What is wrong with you people?" continued Artemis, finally snapping. "You are maniacs, all of you!" "And you're the one screaming his head off," remarked Rachel, calmly. "It would be easier to do that now, wouldn't it? I mean, since you've lost your brain, your head would be lighter, and therefore, it would be easier to blow your top, if you get what I mean." Artemis gaped at her. "Never mind her," advised Angeline, patting his back sympathetically. "She is crazy." "Excuse me," Rachel frowned, crossing her arms. "I am perfectly sane, thank you very much. I just happen to like word-play." "Then why did you use a wand when you have absolutely no idea about how to do magic, twice---" began Angeline. "Uh.I believe you just made a grammatical error," Rachel pointed out. "You said---" "Rachel!" cried Victoria and Stephanie. Suddenly, Rachel stopped. "Hang on! I do remember.Ngh! Gimme that." Once again, a student lost her wand. "Hey!" she cried. "That's mine." "Aw shut your stupid gob," snapped Rachel. "Repairo!" she swung the wand in the air, repairing the broken glass. "There ya go," she grinned, handing back the wand. "How the hell did you know that?" gasped Angeline, her jaw dropping. Rachel shrugged. "If I tell you," she lowered her voice. "I'll have to kill you." Angeline rolled her eyes. Well, at least she tried to. No offence, Tangerine (only kiddin) Angeline, but you aren't really the best at rolling your eyes. Or raising an eyebrow, while we're on the subject of facial expressions. But your glare's really good. No need to practise it on me. Thank you. "You're so pathetic, Rachel," sighed Angeline. That was when Professor Trewalney entered the room. "Miss Tan! Oliver warned me about you," she tutted. "Always nasty to your fellow classmates. Well I won't put up with it. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." "That's all?" drawled Rachel, looking disappointed. "Oliver--- he spoke to you about me?" squealed Angeline, her eyes glazed. She gave a heartfelt sigh, clasping her hands over her heart. Not that she could. I mean, like since you've got ribs 'n skin 'n muscles 'n.well you get the point, don't you? But anyway. So.you know what I mean. "Oliver." breathed Angeline. "Uh.okay," Victoria giggled. "She's gone weird." Stephanie laughed. "Indeed, Miss Tan. Oliver did speak to me about your behaviour. There is no need to mock him. I shall deduct five points from Ravenclaw for your bad manners," said Professor Trewalney. "Well I suffered for his love," sighed Angeline, dejectedly. "Miss Tan." said Professor Trewalney, warningly. Her shoulders slumped, Angeline sat down at a desk.
Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs 4:30 Hagrid's Shack
"Righ', I though we'd be doin' a bi' o work on Centaurs, t'day," grunted Hagrid, leading out a very ruffled looking centaur. "Really! I have never been treated so vilely!" exclaimed the centaur, indignantly. "His name is Foaly," said Hagrid. "And ye can pat him, if ye want." "No you may not!" shouted Foaly. "I am a technical genius, not a creature in a side-show!" "Can I ride him?" pleaded Hermione. "I've read all about centaurs." "Aghr!" screamed Foaly, trying to beat the girl off his back. "Get off me! I understand that I am incredibly handsome and females generally throw themselves on me, but not literally!" Hagrid laughed. "Now, now, Foaly. I'll just be going now.for a bit ' drink at te pub. Ye behave yerself." "Nooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" wailed Foaly. "Just wait till I find Holly 'n Julius! I'll get you for this, Mud Man!" "There.there," cooed Hermione, soothingly. "It's okay, centaur." "No it's not!" screeched Foaly. Then he grinned. "Until Holly n Julius come back."
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Okay, so you might be wondering where the elves are. Well, you'll find out in the next chapter, so keep reviewing.actually.start reviewing.