Chapter 22
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"WHAT?" shrieked Christina. Harry and Ron stopped their fight on the stairs, and turned to stare at Dumbledore.
"Then that means." stuttered Hermione. "The Basilisk was here recently?"
"Ten out of ten, Miss Granger," nodded Dumbledore.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! " screamed Christina, running around in circles, and waving her hands in the air. Rachel winced, placing her hands gingerly over her throbbing ears. Angeline followed suit, as had Artemis.
"Shut up, Christina," muttered Michelle, somehow immune to her friend's shrieks.probably because she always had to listen to them close up, after causing them all the time, by mauling her.hmm. Something to ponder on a rainy day.
"Shut up, Christina," said Stephanie.
"Um.Christina, could you please quieten down a bit?" asked Harry, not wanting to insult the girl. Your guess is as good as mine, seeing as to why anyone wouldn't want to insult Christina. Perhaps he was afraid that she would make him clean more bedpans? E-)
"Just tell her to shut up!" shouted Rachel, trying to be heard over the racket Christina was making.
"SHUT UP, YOU ANNOYING BITCH!" shouted Artemis.
"He's been hanging round us too much," Michelle told Rachel, in the silence that followed.
"Definitely," nodded Rachel.
Christina looked very hurt. "What did you call me?" she asked, bottom lip quivering.
From the look on Harry's face, Rachel knew that naturally, a fight would follow. And it wouldn't be very good to have a fight in front of their new Headmaster.
"Bertie Botts every flavour beans," she told the man.
"Coffee," smiled Dumbledore. "Pineapple, cigarettes," he giggled. "They have cigarette flavoured beans too, you know? I love those.nicorette, too, if you get hooked on the cigarette flavoured ones. Raspberry, coke, spider, lentil, spinach."
"Huh?" Michelle stared at him.
"You can fight now," Rachel told Harry. He didn't need a second bidding. Flinging himself down from the stairs, he grabbed Artemis, catching the other boy in a headlock.
"How dare you call her a.a." he didn't dare say the word.
"Bitch?" Michelle supplied. She was like a vending machine for swear words.
"Yes," Harry nodded, tightening his grip, lest Artemis sense any weakness.
"You're a dorking, Harry Potter," said Rachel.
"What?" said Harry, letting go for a split second. In that second, Artemis wriggled loose, landing a punch on his face. Butler had done well.
"Dorking. A five-toed English chicken," said Rachel. "Geddit? You've got five toes.well, at least I HOPE you've got five toes, as does Christina, you're British, and you're a chicken. Not the chicken kind of chicken. Not the fowl kind. The Fowl kind, maybe, because he's a human too. The yellow- bellied kind. Like a wuss. The kind of person who's afraid of his own shadow. You're a dork, too."
"Huh?"
Angeline was doubled over, laughing. Rachel began to have fears for her health. If she laughed any harder, she was sure that Angeline's lungs would come up.
"Uh.Angeline?" she said, uncertainly. "It wasn't that funny."
"NO!" hooted Angeline, between peals of laughter. "IT'S ALEX!"
Rachel glanced up, then, seeing the star-struck look at her friend, Alexandra's face, she too began coughing up her lungs.
"AND I THOUGH CHRISTINA WAS BAD!" she laughed.
"Go, Harry!" cheered Christina, jumping around. "You can win!"
"Okay.I KNEW Christina was bad," said Rachel. "But.Alex?"
"The genius?" said Angeline. Rachel snorted, lifting a brow.
"Oh yeah. Like you can talk," she said.
"Uh.a little help, here, please?" whimpered Harry. Somehow, Artemis had managed to judge the time, distance, and amount of pressure he would need to use to pull the older boy to his knees. Unsurprisingly, it had worked.
"Oh goody," cackled Michelle, gleefully, rubbing her hands together in anticipation. Then, flinging herself through the air, she landed hard, on the two boys.
"Oof," said Harry, all the air exploding out of his lungs.
"Kill, kill, kill!" squealed Michelle, punching every bit of person she could lay her hands on. "Haha! No more Harry Potter! No more Artemis Fowl! Kill them all!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" wailed Christina, throwing her hands dramatically up in the air. "DON'T KILL HARRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"KILL HARRY!" shouted Alex. "THEN RON WILL GET ALL THE GLORY!"
"Oh yeah," nodded Ron, thoughtfully. "Kill the rotter!"
"BUT ROOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNN!" bellowed Harry, from beneath the two bodies. "I'M YOUR BEST FRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEND! DOESN'T THAT MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?!"
Ron paused, frowning. You could practically hear the cogs grinding in his head. Then. "Nope."
"Ron, Ron, Ron," sobbed Christina. "My beloved is being crushed under a girl who makes noises like a constipated rat, and a genius vampire! DO SOMETHING!"
"Okay," shrugged Ron. Then he flung himself on top of Michelle.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING UP THERE?!!!!!!!!!!" wheezed Harry, a faint red mist enveloping his vision.
"Killing you faster," explained Ron. "I'm your friend, so I won't let you suffer any longer than you need to, but think straight, Harry, old pal. I want to be a hero, too."
"AAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" With an inhuman cry Christina charged at the stack of people, her head lowered, like a billy goat's. "GET OFF HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she struck the pile with a force that surprised even Michelle, who went flying through the air, before smashing into the wall.
"Cool, Christina!" said Ron, as he was whizzing past the pillars.
"Ron!" cried Alex, dashing under him, and catching the boy.
"Thanks," said Ron. Alex blushed.
"Oh it was nothing," she giggled.
"Alex?" laughed Angeline.
Artemis groaned, the fire of the fight fading fast. "Ow," he moaned, miserably, as he lay, hunched against one of the marble pillars in the room.
"Green apple, butterscotch, cookies 'n cream, salt 'n vinegar, roast chicken, barbecue," said Dumbledore, still listing the flavours of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. "Gooseberries."
"But what about the Basilisk?" screeched Leanne.
"Is it still in here?" asked Katie, looking around nervously. "Because if it is, it won't dare mess with a gymnast!"
"Yum," said Michelle, sitting against the wall, her eyes glazed. "I wonder what Basilisk tastes like."
"I could use it for a beam," continued Katie. "I bet no one else has one."
"A BASILISK IS A SNAKE, YOU IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" shouted Stephanie. Everyone looked at the amiable girl in surprise. Stephanie was usually quiet and friendly.
"Stephanie, you've been reading that new book, haven't you?" said Rachel, frowning. "Mandagora?"
"YES, FOR A MATTER OF FACT, I HAVE! WANNA MAKE SOMETHING OF IT?" snapped Stephanie. Eerie echoes of her voice rang through the hall. The sound seemed to shake Stephanie from her vicious state, and she covered her face with her hands.
"I'm sorry," she said, quietly. "It was just.so scary that I had to.fight back.I didn't mean it."
"That's okay," said Alex, dropping Ron and rushing over to pat her friend's shoulder. There was a loud 'SMACK' as Ron landed on the cold, stone floor.
"My back," he moaned. "My back."
Instantly, Alex was at his side, concern on her face.
"Are you okay?" she simpered.
"I think I broke my back," rasped Ron, staring up past the ceiling. "I think YOU broke my back."
And where was Dumbledore when you needed him?
"Mm.vanilla."
Rachel looked hopelessly at the body of Severus Snape, then at Ron, with his face ghastly white, and then at Dumbledore.
"If that's the only wizard Voldermort fears," she said, sadly. "Then I don't think we have much of a chance."
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"WHAT?" shrieked Christina. Harry and Ron stopped their fight on the stairs, and turned to stare at Dumbledore.
"Then that means." stuttered Hermione. "The Basilisk was here recently?"
"Ten out of ten, Miss Granger," nodded Dumbledore.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! " screamed Christina, running around in circles, and waving her hands in the air. Rachel winced, placing her hands gingerly over her throbbing ears. Angeline followed suit, as had Artemis.
"Shut up, Christina," muttered Michelle, somehow immune to her friend's shrieks.probably because she always had to listen to them close up, after causing them all the time, by mauling her.hmm. Something to ponder on a rainy day.
"Shut up, Christina," said Stephanie.
"Um.Christina, could you please quieten down a bit?" asked Harry, not wanting to insult the girl. Your guess is as good as mine, seeing as to why anyone wouldn't want to insult Christina. Perhaps he was afraid that she would make him clean more bedpans? E-)
"Just tell her to shut up!" shouted Rachel, trying to be heard over the racket Christina was making.
"SHUT UP, YOU ANNOYING BITCH!" shouted Artemis.
"He's been hanging round us too much," Michelle told Rachel, in the silence that followed.
"Definitely," nodded Rachel.
Christina looked very hurt. "What did you call me?" she asked, bottom lip quivering.
From the look on Harry's face, Rachel knew that naturally, a fight would follow. And it wouldn't be very good to have a fight in front of their new Headmaster.
"Bertie Botts every flavour beans," she told the man.
"Coffee," smiled Dumbledore. "Pineapple, cigarettes," he giggled. "They have cigarette flavoured beans too, you know? I love those.nicorette, too, if you get hooked on the cigarette flavoured ones. Raspberry, coke, spider, lentil, spinach."
"Huh?" Michelle stared at him.
"You can fight now," Rachel told Harry. He didn't need a second bidding. Flinging himself down from the stairs, he grabbed Artemis, catching the other boy in a headlock.
"How dare you call her a.a." he didn't dare say the word.
"Bitch?" Michelle supplied. She was like a vending machine for swear words.
"Yes," Harry nodded, tightening his grip, lest Artemis sense any weakness.
"You're a dorking, Harry Potter," said Rachel.
"What?" said Harry, letting go for a split second. In that second, Artemis wriggled loose, landing a punch on his face. Butler had done well.
"Dorking. A five-toed English chicken," said Rachel. "Geddit? You've got five toes.well, at least I HOPE you've got five toes, as does Christina, you're British, and you're a chicken. Not the chicken kind of chicken. Not the fowl kind. The Fowl kind, maybe, because he's a human too. The yellow- bellied kind. Like a wuss. The kind of person who's afraid of his own shadow. You're a dork, too."
"Huh?"
Angeline was doubled over, laughing. Rachel began to have fears for her health. If she laughed any harder, she was sure that Angeline's lungs would come up.
"Uh.Angeline?" she said, uncertainly. "It wasn't that funny."
"NO!" hooted Angeline, between peals of laughter. "IT'S ALEX!"
Rachel glanced up, then, seeing the star-struck look at her friend, Alexandra's face, she too began coughing up her lungs.
"AND I THOUGH CHRISTINA WAS BAD!" she laughed.
"Go, Harry!" cheered Christina, jumping around. "You can win!"
"Okay.I KNEW Christina was bad," said Rachel. "But.Alex?"
"The genius?" said Angeline. Rachel snorted, lifting a brow.
"Oh yeah. Like you can talk," she said.
"Uh.a little help, here, please?" whimpered Harry. Somehow, Artemis had managed to judge the time, distance, and amount of pressure he would need to use to pull the older boy to his knees. Unsurprisingly, it had worked.
"Oh goody," cackled Michelle, gleefully, rubbing her hands together in anticipation. Then, flinging herself through the air, she landed hard, on the two boys.
"Oof," said Harry, all the air exploding out of his lungs.
"Kill, kill, kill!" squealed Michelle, punching every bit of person she could lay her hands on. "Haha! No more Harry Potter! No more Artemis Fowl! Kill them all!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" wailed Christina, throwing her hands dramatically up in the air. "DON'T KILL HARRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"KILL HARRY!" shouted Alex. "THEN RON WILL GET ALL THE GLORY!"
"Oh yeah," nodded Ron, thoughtfully. "Kill the rotter!"
"BUT ROOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNN!" bellowed Harry, from beneath the two bodies. "I'M YOUR BEST FRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEND! DOESN'T THAT MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?!"
Ron paused, frowning. You could practically hear the cogs grinding in his head. Then. "Nope."
"Ron, Ron, Ron," sobbed Christina. "My beloved is being crushed under a girl who makes noises like a constipated rat, and a genius vampire! DO SOMETHING!"
"Okay," shrugged Ron. Then he flung himself on top of Michelle.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING UP THERE?!!!!!!!!!!" wheezed Harry, a faint red mist enveloping his vision.
"Killing you faster," explained Ron. "I'm your friend, so I won't let you suffer any longer than you need to, but think straight, Harry, old pal. I want to be a hero, too."
"AAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" With an inhuman cry Christina charged at the stack of people, her head lowered, like a billy goat's. "GET OFF HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she struck the pile with a force that surprised even Michelle, who went flying through the air, before smashing into the wall.
"Cool, Christina!" said Ron, as he was whizzing past the pillars.
"Ron!" cried Alex, dashing under him, and catching the boy.
"Thanks," said Ron. Alex blushed.
"Oh it was nothing," she giggled.
"Alex?" laughed Angeline.
Artemis groaned, the fire of the fight fading fast. "Ow," he moaned, miserably, as he lay, hunched against one of the marble pillars in the room.
"Green apple, butterscotch, cookies 'n cream, salt 'n vinegar, roast chicken, barbecue," said Dumbledore, still listing the flavours of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. "Gooseberries."
"But what about the Basilisk?" screeched Leanne.
"Is it still in here?" asked Katie, looking around nervously. "Because if it is, it won't dare mess with a gymnast!"
"Yum," said Michelle, sitting against the wall, her eyes glazed. "I wonder what Basilisk tastes like."
"I could use it for a beam," continued Katie. "I bet no one else has one."
"A BASILISK IS A SNAKE, YOU IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" shouted Stephanie. Everyone looked at the amiable girl in surprise. Stephanie was usually quiet and friendly.
"Stephanie, you've been reading that new book, haven't you?" said Rachel, frowning. "Mandagora?"
"YES, FOR A MATTER OF FACT, I HAVE! WANNA MAKE SOMETHING OF IT?" snapped Stephanie. Eerie echoes of her voice rang through the hall. The sound seemed to shake Stephanie from her vicious state, and she covered her face with her hands.
"I'm sorry," she said, quietly. "It was just.so scary that I had to.fight back.I didn't mean it."
"That's okay," said Alex, dropping Ron and rushing over to pat her friend's shoulder. There was a loud 'SMACK' as Ron landed on the cold, stone floor.
"My back," he moaned. "My back."
Instantly, Alex was at his side, concern on her face.
"Are you okay?" she simpered.
"I think I broke my back," rasped Ron, staring up past the ceiling. "I think YOU broke my back."
And where was Dumbledore when you needed him?
"Mm.vanilla."
Rachel looked hopelessly at the body of Severus Snape, then at Ron, with his face ghastly white, and then at Dumbledore.
"If that's the only wizard Voldermort fears," she said, sadly. "Then I don't think we have much of a chance."
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