Chapter 17
I can't believe it! Stephanie tried to kill me! I'm gonna get her! Grr.I'm gonna kill her so bad, she'll regret throwing that paper aeroplane for the rest of her life! Teach her to throw a paper aeroplane at my head.mutter, mutter
Oh yeah. I know I made some mistakes in the previous chapter. Victoria and Draco are still Petrified, in case you were wondering. I just forgot.
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"Rachel, you're disgusting," groaned Stephanie, laughing.
"Ew," Michelle screwed up her face. "Gross."
Rachel just smiled. "Sit down, Arty. Have some lovely hagg- I mean, kidney pie."
Artemis dashed out, after Angeline.
"What's wrong?" Rachel's face was the perfect image of innocence. "Don't you like the pungent scent of pie?"
*
Christina moaned, opening her eyes slowly. The greenhouse was in strife. Pus dripped, oozing from the ceiling. Tables had been blown up, and one of the table legs was in the wall. Not much for decorating, but hey.
"What happened?" muttered Harry, getting up.
Slowly, the other students stirred, some looking around at the destroyed greenhouse in shock, others looking horrified, and Neville was beginning to cry.
"Everything I loved," he sobbed. "went into making the greenhouse a better place. For us, and the plants. Now that's all gone."
"Christina, what did you do?" asked Susie, beginning to smile.
"I don't know!" screeched Christina. "I just---"
A vine wrapped itself around her mouth, tightening.
"GRM MMF MM!" she screamed, her voice muffled by the plant. The plant shuddered, at the sound of her voice, but kept its grip.
"Devil's Snare, I think," said Hermione, glancing at Christina, a superior look fixed upon her face. "Only a few weeks old."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" wailed Christina, slapping the thin tendrils of the plant. "MMMMGGGGGGGGGMMMM!"
"Huh?" Harry grinned, but quickly freed her from her prison. "There."
"Oh THANK you, Harry!" beamed Christina, flinging her arms around his neck. "I KNEW you would save me! I just knew it!"
Harry blushed, going scarlet. "It's nothing," he mumbled.
"Oh, you're so SMART!" continued Christina, making no effort to lower her voice. "And BRAVE! And STRONG!"
Her friends tittered, hiding smiles behind their hands.
"Uh.Christina, I think you're choking him," laughed Sarah. Loui sniggered and did an impression of Christina strangling Harry. It was quite amusing.
But slowly, the smiles on the faces of the students faltered and died, withering on their very faces. For there, hands planted on hips, stood Professor Sprout, her whole being quivering with shock, rage, and horror.
"How DARE you!" she cried, her face red. "You UNGRATEFUL child!"
Christina did not look at all sorry. In fact, the huge grin on her face as she clutched Harry, seemed to say, 'What a joke. I'm going to try it again.'
This, however, was the wrong facial expression to be wearing, at that second.
"Detention and FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!!!" screamed the professor.
Christina smiled, absent-mindedly. Harry, however, suddenly found new courage inside his weedy form, and cried, "That's not fair!"
A dreadful silence fell over the class, as Professor Sprout stared at him.
Finally, she spoke, her voice trembling with rage. "Never, tell me how to punish girls who DESTROY ENTIRE BUILDINGS, POTTER!!! YOUR FATHER WAS A USELESS NOBODY, AND SO ARE YOU! THINK YOU'RE SO GOOD, STRUTTING AROUND SCHOOL, WITH THAT STUPID SCAR ON YOUR HEAD, HEY? WELL I'VE GOT NEWS FOR YOU, BOY!!! DETENTION, AND ONE HUNDRED POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Harry gaped at the teacher, dumbstruck by her sudden explosion. Professor Sprout was a friendly, calm teacher, and it was totally out of character for her to scream at him. Was that why she had always glared at him so menacingly out of the corner of her eye? Did she REALLY have it in for him?
"Hey! Don't talk like that to him!" complained Christina, her piercing voice shooting migraines into the students' heads. "He's wonderful, he's handsome, he's smart, he's strong, and he does NOT have a STUPID scar! It's cool! I like it!"
Once again, silence settled itself on the mouths of students, crushing them. When the professor spoke again, her voice was different. There was still undisguised malice in her words, but she seemed to have gained control over herself again.
"Very well," she hissed. "Potter and Hodgekinson."
Christina scowled, making a face. "It's HODkinson."
"What a sweet couple," continued the professor, ignoring Christina. "Detention for two nights, and one hundred points from Gryffindor."
"But---" began Harry, looking horrified.
"Each."
There was a sudden gasp from all the Gryffindors. TWO HUNDRED POINTS IN ONE GO? It was a school record. Not even George or Fred Weasley had ever managed it.
"Class dismissed," Professor Sprout's voice was clipped. "Potter, HODGEkinson, see me afterwards to discuss your detention. Everyone else, have a nice day."
As the class trooped out, Harry and Christina were given nasty looks from all. Sarah, and the rest of Christina's old school friends, however, gave her comforting smiles, which held sympathy that could last a nation for years.
"We'll be waiting for you outside," murmured Sarah, pity in her voice as well as her look.
"Yeah," nodded Amelia. Suddenly, her face changed. "But don't take too long. I'm hungry."
"Amelia!" laughed Louisa, slapping her friend's hand lightly.
"She doesn't mean it," grinned Susie. "Bye, Christina."
"Yeah, bye," smiled Christina, still holding onto Harry's hand like a kindergarten child. Harry lowered his eyes to the floor, and didn't raise them again, until the very last student had gone.
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Christina has FINALLY managed to cause a bit of chaos of her own, now. Okay, Anonymous reviewer, don't get too annoyed. This is all part of the plan to bring Michelle back into sop land, and Christina into reality. Michelle has been glaring daggers at me all through school, because I told her what I was going to do. She doesn't like me very much, now. Ah well, she never did. Camp's a bit of a worry, though. She'll probably try to kill me in my sleep. Have to get a gun license, then. Take a page out of Merrice's book (from Frasier, the TV show) and keep a revolver under my pillow.
Right, well she's definitely gonna do something embarrassing, because she just committed suicide before Art, by saying that she had created her very own world including us, on the Sims, and she was going to make me commit suicide. So, Michelle, there. You kill me on your little laptop screen, and I'll make you fall in love IN FRONT OF THE WORLD! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, well everyone, please review. I LOVE reading reviews, and.yeah. So, laters.
I can't believe it! Stephanie tried to kill me! I'm gonna get her! Grr.I'm gonna kill her so bad, she'll regret throwing that paper aeroplane for the rest of her life! Teach her to throw a paper aeroplane at my head.mutter, mutter
Oh yeah. I know I made some mistakes in the previous chapter. Victoria and Draco are still Petrified, in case you were wondering. I just forgot.
*
"Rachel, you're disgusting," groaned Stephanie, laughing.
"Ew," Michelle screwed up her face. "Gross."
Rachel just smiled. "Sit down, Arty. Have some lovely hagg- I mean, kidney pie."
Artemis dashed out, after Angeline.
"What's wrong?" Rachel's face was the perfect image of innocence. "Don't you like the pungent scent of pie?"
*
Christina moaned, opening her eyes slowly. The greenhouse was in strife. Pus dripped, oozing from the ceiling. Tables had been blown up, and one of the table legs was in the wall. Not much for decorating, but hey.
"What happened?" muttered Harry, getting up.
Slowly, the other students stirred, some looking around at the destroyed greenhouse in shock, others looking horrified, and Neville was beginning to cry.
"Everything I loved," he sobbed. "went into making the greenhouse a better place. For us, and the plants. Now that's all gone."
"Christina, what did you do?" asked Susie, beginning to smile.
"I don't know!" screeched Christina. "I just---"
A vine wrapped itself around her mouth, tightening.
"GRM MMF MM!" she screamed, her voice muffled by the plant. The plant shuddered, at the sound of her voice, but kept its grip.
"Devil's Snare, I think," said Hermione, glancing at Christina, a superior look fixed upon her face. "Only a few weeks old."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" wailed Christina, slapping the thin tendrils of the plant. "MMMMGGGGGGGGGMMMM!"
"Huh?" Harry grinned, but quickly freed her from her prison. "There."
"Oh THANK you, Harry!" beamed Christina, flinging her arms around his neck. "I KNEW you would save me! I just knew it!"
Harry blushed, going scarlet. "It's nothing," he mumbled.
"Oh, you're so SMART!" continued Christina, making no effort to lower her voice. "And BRAVE! And STRONG!"
Her friends tittered, hiding smiles behind their hands.
"Uh.Christina, I think you're choking him," laughed Sarah. Loui sniggered and did an impression of Christina strangling Harry. It was quite amusing.
But slowly, the smiles on the faces of the students faltered and died, withering on their very faces. For there, hands planted on hips, stood Professor Sprout, her whole being quivering with shock, rage, and horror.
"How DARE you!" she cried, her face red. "You UNGRATEFUL child!"
Christina did not look at all sorry. In fact, the huge grin on her face as she clutched Harry, seemed to say, 'What a joke. I'm going to try it again.'
This, however, was the wrong facial expression to be wearing, at that second.
"Detention and FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!!!" screamed the professor.
Christina smiled, absent-mindedly. Harry, however, suddenly found new courage inside his weedy form, and cried, "That's not fair!"
A dreadful silence fell over the class, as Professor Sprout stared at him.
Finally, she spoke, her voice trembling with rage. "Never, tell me how to punish girls who DESTROY ENTIRE BUILDINGS, POTTER!!! YOUR FATHER WAS A USELESS NOBODY, AND SO ARE YOU! THINK YOU'RE SO GOOD, STRUTTING AROUND SCHOOL, WITH THAT STUPID SCAR ON YOUR HEAD, HEY? WELL I'VE GOT NEWS FOR YOU, BOY!!! DETENTION, AND ONE HUNDRED POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Harry gaped at the teacher, dumbstruck by her sudden explosion. Professor Sprout was a friendly, calm teacher, and it was totally out of character for her to scream at him. Was that why she had always glared at him so menacingly out of the corner of her eye? Did she REALLY have it in for him?
"Hey! Don't talk like that to him!" complained Christina, her piercing voice shooting migraines into the students' heads. "He's wonderful, he's handsome, he's smart, he's strong, and he does NOT have a STUPID scar! It's cool! I like it!"
Once again, silence settled itself on the mouths of students, crushing them. When the professor spoke again, her voice was different. There was still undisguised malice in her words, but she seemed to have gained control over herself again.
"Very well," she hissed. "Potter and Hodgekinson."
Christina scowled, making a face. "It's HODkinson."
"What a sweet couple," continued the professor, ignoring Christina. "Detention for two nights, and one hundred points from Gryffindor."
"But---" began Harry, looking horrified.
"Each."
There was a sudden gasp from all the Gryffindors. TWO HUNDRED POINTS IN ONE GO? It was a school record. Not even George or Fred Weasley had ever managed it.
"Class dismissed," Professor Sprout's voice was clipped. "Potter, HODGEkinson, see me afterwards to discuss your detention. Everyone else, have a nice day."
As the class trooped out, Harry and Christina were given nasty looks from all. Sarah, and the rest of Christina's old school friends, however, gave her comforting smiles, which held sympathy that could last a nation for years.
"We'll be waiting for you outside," murmured Sarah, pity in her voice as well as her look.
"Yeah," nodded Amelia. Suddenly, her face changed. "But don't take too long. I'm hungry."
"Amelia!" laughed Louisa, slapping her friend's hand lightly.
"She doesn't mean it," grinned Susie. "Bye, Christina."
"Yeah, bye," smiled Christina, still holding onto Harry's hand like a kindergarten child. Harry lowered his eyes to the floor, and didn't raise them again, until the very last student had gone.
*
Christina has FINALLY managed to cause a bit of chaos of her own, now. Okay, Anonymous reviewer, don't get too annoyed. This is all part of the plan to bring Michelle back into sop land, and Christina into reality. Michelle has been glaring daggers at me all through school, because I told her what I was going to do. She doesn't like me very much, now. Ah well, she never did. Camp's a bit of a worry, though. She'll probably try to kill me in my sleep. Have to get a gun license, then. Take a page out of Merrice's book (from Frasier, the TV show) and keep a revolver under my pillow.
Right, well she's definitely gonna do something embarrassing, because she just committed suicide before Art, by saying that she had created her very own world including us, on the Sims, and she was going to make me commit suicide. So, Michelle, there. You kill me on your little laptop screen, and I'll make you fall in love IN FRONT OF THE WORLD! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, well everyone, please review. I LOVE reading reviews, and.yeah. So, laters.