Chapter 13
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"I'll kill Fowl for this," growled Holly, as she surveyed the scene around her. Elves! Enslaved, all of them! Working for the benefits of Mud Men! This was an elves' worst nightmare, coming true! "Hi!" squeaked a particularly ugly elf. It had a nose like a squashed tomato, and tiny, watery eyes. "Come on, Root," muttered Holly. "Let's get out of here." "No!" cried the hideous elves. "You work for Dumbledore now! You're very lucky, you know?" "Calm down, Holly," advised Root. "Best to just play along and then run when we get the chance." Holly opened her mouth to protest, but finally, she nodded. "Okay. What do we have to do?" "Oh. You're new. So you'll just be peeling the carrots," said the elf. "What?" shrieked Holly. Root handed her the peeler. "Start peeling, Captain, or we'll never get home." "I'd rather get my hands on that pasty-faced Mud Boy's face," growled Holly, fuming. "Just wait till I get him."
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"Now, class. Future-telling is a very delicate business, as it involves a great deal of concentration, patience, and will," said Professor Trewalney, in her tinkling voice. "Okay, let's go then," muttered Rachel, grabbing Victoria and heading out the door. Angeline laughed. "Don't be so---" she stopped, seeing the Look of Death that the professor was giving her. "Silly," she croaked. "Fortune-telling is sure to be wonderful, since we've got Professor Trelawney teaching us." The professor strained her ears, trying to catch the faintest hint of sarcasm. There was none. "I mean, the professor's such a lovely woman, who knows her job so well. Probably the best teacher in this whole school," Angeline went on, trying to get back into the teacher's good books, so she could wring Rachel's neck. "Yes, well I am exceptionally." the professor stopped, trying to think of a word. "Perfect?" asked Angeline. "Apt?" suggested Rachel. "Perfect? Yes." nodded the professor. And she spent the rest of the lesson telling the class how good she was. Rachel groaned and left, as did Victoria and Stephanie. Artemis, however, stayed, so he could pick up tips on how he could admire himself aloud better. Angeline too stayed, just to stay on the professor's good side. Elspeth, however, was looking extremely unimpressed. "Nonsense," she exclaimed. "Your hair is nowhere near gold. More like yellow." "You wicked child!" screeched the professor. "You don't even have yellow hair!" "I'm leaving," sighed Stephanie, taking off out the door, after Rachel and Victoria.
Meanwhile.
"That was the most stupid lesson I've ever been to," groaned Rachel, as she walked along the corridors. "I know," nodded Victoria. Suddenly, she lurched forward, with a yelp. "Oh my.freaking sneakers!" gasped Rachel. "It's a cadaver!" "A what?" screamed Victoria, staring at the body. "A corpse!" "Huh?" Victoria scratched her head. "Dead body!" "Aghr!" Victoria started running around in circles. "No! It's a.a.a." "Corpse." "Corpse! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Victoria stopped, lifted her head and gave a blood curdling scream. "Shut up, Vicky Bicky. Or someone will think you killed them," hissed Rachel, turning a pale green. "Killed?" there was a dark figure blocking the entrance. "Killed?" Rachel looked up and blanched. "Ahhhhhh! The murderer came back!" screeched Victoria. "Murderer?" asked Stephanie, stepping into the light. "Stephanie! How could you?" gasped Rachel. "How could I what?" Stephanie looked very confused. "It was a joke," sighed Rachel, dejectedly. "Joke? There's a dead body at your feet and you're still making jokes?" yelled Victoria. Stephanie glanced down and suddenly saw the very still body of Dean Thomas. "What happened?" she asked, horrified. "I-DON'T-KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" snapped Rachel. The candles flickered and died. "Uh oh," squeaked Rachel. Suddenly, out of the darkness, came a cold, chilling voice.
"Come.let me rip you.let me tear you.let me."
"Ew gross!" cried Rachel. "And I thought I made gross jokes!" "Huh?" the voice seemed very confused. "I'm not joking." "Aw yeah right. Come off it, Fred," Rachel rolled her eyes. "Honestly. Victoria, are you hearing this? Ha!" "Hearing what?" Victoria's voice was very faint. "Where are you?" asked Rachel, squinting through the pitch-black corridor. "Victoria? Stephanie?" Victoria looked around frantically. She couldn't see a thing. "Stephanie?" Suddenly, something cold and scaly brushed against her leg. She froze. "Rachel? Rachel, I'm not putting up with any of your stupid jokes." "What do you mean, you psycho little child?" asked Rachel, very confused. Stephanie began getting a prickling feeling at the back of her neck. "Uh.guys?" she asked, in a trembly whisper. "Yeah?" Rachel strained her ears to hear the mysterious voice that had chilled her bones before. "Prey." hissed the voice. "Kill.no more." "Kill no more?" asked Rachel. "What the?" The other voice paused, obviously confused. "What'sssss thisssss?" "I dunno. I can't see a thing. Can you? I mean, after all, it is pitch dark, right? Unless you have night-vision. Do you have night-vision? Because unless you do, you---" began Rachel. There was a sudden explosion of spitting and hissing, before the lights suddenly flickered back on. Stephanie was standing next to the candle, a lighter out. Victoria lay, frozen on the ground, her face as pale as Dean Thomas's. "Vicky-toria?" asked Rachel. "Ugh! That was such a rude person.or whatever it was. I mean, all I was doing, was analysing the situation, so." "Shut up, Rachel," groaned Stephanie. "Victoria's dead." "Huh? Victoria? Dead?" a question mark appeared on top of Rachel's head. Stephanie began nodding solemnly, but all of a sudden, Rachel gave a whoop of joy. "Woohoo! Yes! She's gone! Gone! Ahahahahahaha!" "Rachel!" gasped Stephanie. "Quiet. She's having you on," snorted Rachel. She bent down and poked Victoria in the eye. The girl simply rolled over and continued in her eerie slumber. "Oh. Maybe she is dead," said Rachel, her face falling.
That was when Professor Mcgonagall stepped into the corridor.
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*strangled gasp!* Are Victoria and Dean Thomas really dead? Are they never to breathe again? Never to speak another word? *sob* Then REVIEW and find out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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"I'll kill Fowl for this," growled Holly, as she surveyed the scene around her. Elves! Enslaved, all of them! Working for the benefits of Mud Men! This was an elves' worst nightmare, coming true! "Hi!" squeaked a particularly ugly elf. It had a nose like a squashed tomato, and tiny, watery eyes. "Come on, Root," muttered Holly. "Let's get out of here." "No!" cried the hideous elves. "You work for Dumbledore now! You're very lucky, you know?" "Calm down, Holly," advised Root. "Best to just play along and then run when we get the chance." Holly opened her mouth to protest, but finally, she nodded. "Okay. What do we have to do?" "Oh. You're new. So you'll just be peeling the carrots," said the elf. "What?" shrieked Holly. Root handed her the peeler. "Start peeling, Captain, or we'll never get home." "I'd rather get my hands on that pasty-faced Mud Boy's face," growled Holly, fuming. "Just wait till I get him."
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"Now, class. Future-telling is a very delicate business, as it involves a great deal of concentration, patience, and will," said Professor Trewalney, in her tinkling voice. "Okay, let's go then," muttered Rachel, grabbing Victoria and heading out the door. Angeline laughed. "Don't be so---" she stopped, seeing the Look of Death that the professor was giving her. "Silly," she croaked. "Fortune-telling is sure to be wonderful, since we've got Professor Trelawney teaching us." The professor strained her ears, trying to catch the faintest hint of sarcasm. There was none. "I mean, the professor's such a lovely woman, who knows her job so well. Probably the best teacher in this whole school," Angeline went on, trying to get back into the teacher's good books, so she could wring Rachel's neck. "Yes, well I am exceptionally." the professor stopped, trying to think of a word. "Perfect?" asked Angeline. "Apt?" suggested Rachel. "Perfect? Yes." nodded the professor. And she spent the rest of the lesson telling the class how good she was. Rachel groaned and left, as did Victoria and Stephanie. Artemis, however, stayed, so he could pick up tips on how he could admire himself aloud better. Angeline too stayed, just to stay on the professor's good side. Elspeth, however, was looking extremely unimpressed. "Nonsense," she exclaimed. "Your hair is nowhere near gold. More like yellow." "You wicked child!" screeched the professor. "You don't even have yellow hair!" "I'm leaving," sighed Stephanie, taking off out the door, after Rachel and Victoria.
Meanwhile.
"That was the most stupid lesson I've ever been to," groaned Rachel, as she walked along the corridors. "I know," nodded Victoria. Suddenly, she lurched forward, with a yelp. "Oh my.freaking sneakers!" gasped Rachel. "It's a cadaver!" "A what?" screamed Victoria, staring at the body. "A corpse!" "Huh?" Victoria scratched her head. "Dead body!" "Aghr!" Victoria started running around in circles. "No! It's a.a.a." "Corpse." "Corpse! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Victoria stopped, lifted her head and gave a blood curdling scream. "Shut up, Vicky Bicky. Or someone will think you killed them," hissed Rachel, turning a pale green. "Killed?" there was a dark figure blocking the entrance. "Killed?" Rachel looked up and blanched. "Ahhhhhh! The murderer came back!" screeched Victoria. "Murderer?" asked Stephanie, stepping into the light. "Stephanie! How could you?" gasped Rachel. "How could I what?" Stephanie looked very confused. "It was a joke," sighed Rachel, dejectedly. "Joke? There's a dead body at your feet and you're still making jokes?" yelled Victoria. Stephanie glanced down and suddenly saw the very still body of Dean Thomas. "What happened?" she asked, horrified. "I-DON'T-KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" snapped Rachel. The candles flickered and died. "Uh oh," squeaked Rachel. Suddenly, out of the darkness, came a cold, chilling voice.
"Come.let me rip you.let me tear you.let me."
"Ew gross!" cried Rachel. "And I thought I made gross jokes!" "Huh?" the voice seemed very confused. "I'm not joking." "Aw yeah right. Come off it, Fred," Rachel rolled her eyes. "Honestly. Victoria, are you hearing this? Ha!" "Hearing what?" Victoria's voice was very faint. "Where are you?" asked Rachel, squinting through the pitch-black corridor. "Victoria? Stephanie?" Victoria looked around frantically. She couldn't see a thing. "Stephanie?" Suddenly, something cold and scaly brushed against her leg. She froze. "Rachel? Rachel, I'm not putting up with any of your stupid jokes." "What do you mean, you psycho little child?" asked Rachel, very confused. Stephanie began getting a prickling feeling at the back of her neck. "Uh.guys?" she asked, in a trembly whisper. "Yeah?" Rachel strained her ears to hear the mysterious voice that had chilled her bones before. "Prey." hissed the voice. "Kill.no more." "Kill no more?" asked Rachel. "What the?" The other voice paused, obviously confused. "What'sssss thisssss?" "I dunno. I can't see a thing. Can you? I mean, after all, it is pitch dark, right? Unless you have night-vision. Do you have night-vision? Because unless you do, you---" began Rachel. There was a sudden explosion of spitting and hissing, before the lights suddenly flickered back on. Stephanie was standing next to the candle, a lighter out. Victoria lay, frozen on the ground, her face as pale as Dean Thomas's. "Vicky-toria?" asked Rachel. "Ugh! That was such a rude person.or whatever it was. I mean, all I was doing, was analysing the situation, so." "Shut up, Rachel," groaned Stephanie. "Victoria's dead." "Huh? Victoria? Dead?" a question mark appeared on top of Rachel's head. Stephanie began nodding solemnly, but all of a sudden, Rachel gave a whoop of joy. "Woohoo! Yes! She's gone! Gone! Ahahahahahaha!" "Rachel!" gasped Stephanie. "Quiet. She's having you on," snorted Rachel. She bent down and poked Victoria in the eye. The girl simply rolled over and continued in her eerie slumber. "Oh. Maybe she is dead," said Rachel, her face falling.
That was when Professor Mcgonagall stepped into the corridor.
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*strangled gasp!* Are Victoria and Dean Thomas really dead? Are they never to breathe again? Never to speak another word? *sob* Then REVIEW and find out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!