Chapter 23
Chappie 23! (duh) Okay, I'm writing this in class, while I'm meant to be doing a project.sigh. I guess I'm going to have to catch up later. Well, read, and enjoy!
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"My dear girl, did you just say 'Voldermort'?" beamed Dumbledore, stopping at last.
"Uh huh," nodded Rachel.
"Ron thinks he broke his back!" called Alex. The boy winced.
"Don't shout," he begged. "My ears hurt."
"Well too bad for you," snapped Rachel.
"That's not very nice," said Hermione, frowning disapprovingly.
"Do I care?" drawled the girl, eyeing the other girl coldly.
"Wow. That's Dumbledore, right?" chattered Claire, excitedly.
"Naw.ya think?" snorted Rachel.
"That's what you always say," laughed Stephanie, her voice once again warm and happy. Michelle shuddered.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she moaned. "I ALMOST had a friend."
"Ahem?" Angeline crossed her arms, tapping the toe of her foot on the ground. Rachel shook her head, grinning.
"Poor nigel," she said. "You don't have any friends."
"Yeah," said Michelle.
"What am I, then?" asked Stephanie, looking hurt.
"Do you REALLY, REALLY want to know?" asked Rachel. Stephanie glared at her.
"Humph," she growled.
"Come along, then, children," said Dumbledore, briskly. "None of you should be here, especially if you heard suspicious noises. You should come to me, immediately, if you suspect there is a Basilisk somewhere. Now, all of you go to your dormitories. Now."
He looked so stern, that Rachel almost considered what she had said before, about them being doomed. Then, shrugging, she snatched the bag of Kettle chips from the ground, and ran up the stairs, laughing gleefully.
"Hey! Those are mine!" cried Amelia, dashing after her. "Give them back!"
"Just go with the flow," chuckled Angeline. "Just go with the flow."
"Huh? Come on, Harry! Let's go!" sniffed Christina, grabbing the boy's arm and dragging him up the stairs.
"What? Woah!" Harry stumbled, as he passed Ron. "Are you okay?" he asked the boy.
"Oh how sweet," giggled Christina, batting her eyelashes. "Of COURSE I'm okay. Now, come on, before they lock us out."
"I didn't mean you!" protested Harry. "I meant Ron. Ron! Can you hear me?" Christina ignored his shouts, and dragged him away, up the stairs. In truth, she wanted to get the chips from Rachel. Honey baked Ham. Her favourite flavour.
Slowly, the rest of the party trooped after them, hoping that their Headmaster wouldn't take any points off their houses.
Finally, only Claire, Jess, Snape, Ron, and Dumbledore remained.
"Tut tut," the man sighed, shaking his head. "So noisy. What a rambunctious group of students." And with that said, he waved his wand, levitating both Ron and Snape. "That's two teachers gone. I do hope Remus hurries."
"Um.sir?" asked Jess. "What about us?"
"Yeah, where do we go? What are we doing here? Is this really Hogwarts?" Claire chimed in.
"Yes, this is Hogwarts, I cannot remember your other questions, and I don't know what you're doing here. Strange," muttered Dumbledore. "I can't feel any magic around you two, either."
"Magic?" whooped Claire. "Cool! This IS Hogwarts!"
"Shh," giggled Jess, nudging her friend in the ribs.
"Well, I guess you can help out with muggle studies, until I can find a suitable spell to send you two muggles back," shrugged Dumbledore.
"Okay," nodded Claire. "Cool. Hey wait for me, Michelle!"
"Slow down, Christina!" shouted Jess, running after her friends. (she does NOT mean the real Christina. It's her nickname for Michelle, and it annoys Michelle nonstop. I have NO idea why she calls Michelle that. I wasn't there when the joke was cracked, but yeah. There you have it).
"Professor?" groaned Ron. "IS my back broken?"
"I don't know, but Madam Pomfrey will. Now, hold still, and shut your eyes. I needn't tell you that, Severus. When you open your eyes, you will be in the hospital wing. Understand?" replied Dumbledore.
"Yeah, sure," nodded Ron. And he did as he was told.
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In the morning.
6:30am Gryffindor bedroom
"I feel sick," whimpered Christina, rolling around on her bed.
"Do you?" asked Sarah, sympathetically. "Poor you."
"It's probably from all those chips you ate," giggled Amelia.
"Serves you right," added Louisa.
"Don't be so mean," scolded Sarah. Susie had already climbed out of her bed to inspect Christina.
"Well, if you don't feel better soon, you won't be able to watch Harry during Quidditch practise," she told her friend.
"WHAT?" screeched Christina, leaping out of her bed. "I BAGS FIRST SHOWER! GET OUT OF MY WAY, EVERYONE! MY LOVE NEEDS ME!"
"Need I ask who you're talking about?" groaned Katie.
"NO!" cackled Christina, slamming the shower door. "HAHA!"
"That girl had something wrong with her," sighed Katie.
6:30am Ravenclaw bedroom
"Hey, Angeline," said Stephanie.
"Go 'way," groaned Angeline, her voice muffled by the pillow over her head. "I need sleep to function."
"Wake her up!" shouted Alex, throwing a pillow at Angeline's huddled shape.
"No!" shrieked Angeline, but it was too late. She was awake.
"I wonder if Victoria's better already," said Stephanie. "I hope she's better. Today's the Quidditch trials."
"Oh?" said Angeline. Then, she got up, rubbing her eyes. "Well, I'll go for the tryouts. Oliver will be SOOOOOOOOOO proud of me, once I get on that cleaning item."
"Ugh," Stephanie flopped back onto the bed, picking up the book she had been reading before.
"You guys are boring," complained Alex. "Ron is SOOOOOOOOOOOOO much cuter than Oliver."
"He is not!" snapped Angeline, angrily. "Oliver has the DREAMIEST eyes. They see right through you---"
"Michelle can do that," giggled Stephanie. "She can let EVERYONE see through you. She'll just punch a hole right through---"
"Stephanie," said Angeline, sternly. "Put that book down at once."
Sighing, Stephanie obeyed. "Sorry," she said, meekly.
"That's okay, Stephanie," said Alex. "IF you say that Ron is cuter than Oliver. I mean, it's SO obvious. Oliver's ugly. He's boring, too. He doesn't have any freckles."
"Huh!" snorted Angeline. "Those freckles make Ron look like he's been rolling in the dirt. He's SO ugly. Oliver, however." she sighed, smiling.
Rolling her eyes, Stephanie grabbed her clothes and headed into the shower, before either of her friends could protest. However, she needn't have worried, as the two other girls were too busy daydreaming about 'cute boys' to bother getting up."
6:30am Slytherin bedroom
Rachel had a very strange dream. She was walking through a park, when all of a sudden, there was an earthquake, and a tree fell on her.
"MICHELLE TSO!!!!!!!!!!!" she shrieked, leaping up. "I'LL KILL YOU, YOU STUPID BITCH!!!!!!!!! NEVER EVER WAKE ME UP LIKE THAT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!"
Giggling, Michelle dashed into the shower. "It's Quidditch trials today," she informed her friend, before slamming the door.
"SO? WE'RE ALREADY IN!!!!!!!" snapped Rachel, fuming. Michelle was even worse than her brother was! The insolent girl had seized the moment that Rachel was asleep, to bounce on her bed. Unfortunately, Michelle didn't care whether she jumped on the mattress that Rachel was sleeping on, or Rachel herself. She had stumbled, falling heavily on the older girl, and Rachel could taste blood in her mouth. She had cut her mouth on the jagged pieces of the metal that was stuck to her teeth. (I dunno what you call them. They're kinda like braces, and there's bits of metal stuck to your teeth)
"YOU LANDED ON THE STUPID METAL STUFF IN MY MOUTH, YOU FREAKING IDIOT!!!!!" she screeched at the shower door. Michelle's revised version of 'Playschool' greeted her.
~ There's a bear in there ~
~ and an electric chair ~
~ there's people with AIDS ~
~ and hand grenades ~
~ open wide ~
~ commit suicide ~
~ it's gay school ~
"That's pathetic!" shouted Rachel. "I can do WAY better!" And she launched into her own version of 'Dashing through the Snow'. (you might want to sing this at Christmas)
~ Santa pulled a gun ~
~ on reindeer number one ~
~ he stabbed a hole right through ~
~ reindeer number two ~
~ and reindeer number three ~
~ he drowned it in the sea ~
~ and all the other reindeer fled, 'cause they drank Lipton tea ~
"WHAT?" screeched Michelle. Rachel smirked at the door, and blew a raspberry.
"Take THAT, retarded smarty pants!" she crowed.
"SHUT UP DOWN THERE, WILL YOU?!!!!!!!!" shouted someone in another room.
"This isn't how you always wake up, is it?" moaned Artemis, who was in the room opposite.
"YUP!" shouted Rachel, thinking, 'well, if you can't beat em, join em'. The boy groaned again.
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If anyone wants to review, feel free to do so. If anyone DOESN'T want to review ~ they're coming for you ~ Oh yeah. And to anonymous reviewer, whoever you are, Lupin's kinda too old for her, she doesn't mind Artemis, and if Draco likes her, there will be a protest by the other people who like Draco, and I don't fancy getting killed so soon.
Chappie 23! (duh) Okay, I'm writing this in class, while I'm meant to be doing a project.sigh. I guess I'm going to have to catch up later. Well, read, and enjoy!
*
"My dear girl, did you just say 'Voldermort'?" beamed Dumbledore, stopping at last.
"Uh huh," nodded Rachel.
"Ron thinks he broke his back!" called Alex. The boy winced.
"Don't shout," he begged. "My ears hurt."
"Well too bad for you," snapped Rachel.
"That's not very nice," said Hermione, frowning disapprovingly.
"Do I care?" drawled the girl, eyeing the other girl coldly.
"Wow. That's Dumbledore, right?" chattered Claire, excitedly.
"Naw.ya think?" snorted Rachel.
"That's what you always say," laughed Stephanie, her voice once again warm and happy. Michelle shuddered.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she moaned. "I ALMOST had a friend."
"Ahem?" Angeline crossed her arms, tapping the toe of her foot on the ground. Rachel shook her head, grinning.
"Poor nigel," she said. "You don't have any friends."
"Yeah," said Michelle.
"What am I, then?" asked Stephanie, looking hurt.
"Do you REALLY, REALLY want to know?" asked Rachel. Stephanie glared at her.
"Humph," she growled.
"Come along, then, children," said Dumbledore, briskly. "None of you should be here, especially if you heard suspicious noises. You should come to me, immediately, if you suspect there is a Basilisk somewhere. Now, all of you go to your dormitories. Now."
He looked so stern, that Rachel almost considered what she had said before, about them being doomed. Then, shrugging, she snatched the bag of Kettle chips from the ground, and ran up the stairs, laughing gleefully.
"Hey! Those are mine!" cried Amelia, dashing after her. "Give them back!"
"Just go with the flow," chuckled Angeline. "Just go with the flow."
"Huh? Come on, Harry! Let's go!" sniffed Christina, grabbing the boy's arm and dragging him up the stairs.
"What? Woah!" Harry stumbled, as he passed Ron. "Are you okay?" he asked the boy.
"Oh how sweet," giggled Christina, batting her eyelashes. "Of COURSE I'm okay. Now, come on, before they lock us out."
"I didn't mean you!" protested Harry. "I meant Ron. Ron! Can you hear me?" Christina ignored his shouts, and dragged him away, up the stairs. In truth, she wanted to get the chips from Rachel. Honey baked Ham. Her favourite flavour.
Slowly, the rest of the party trooped after them, hoping that their Headmaster wouldn't take any points off their houses.
Finally, only Claire, Jess, Snape, Ron, and Dumbledore remained.
"Tut tut," the man sighed, shaking his head. "So noisy. What a rambunctious group of students." And with that said, he waved his wand, levitating both Ron and Snape. "That's two teachers gone. I do hope Remus hurries."
"Um.sir?" asked Jess. "What about us?"
"Yeah, where do we go? What are we doing here? Is this really Hogwarts?" Claire chimed in.
"Yes, this is Hogwarts, I cannot remember your other questions, and I don't know what you're doing here. Strange," muttered Dumbledore. "I can't feel any magic around you two, either."
"Magic?" whooped Claire. "Cool! This IS Hogwarts!"
"Shh," giggled Jess, nudging her friend in the ribs.
"Well, I guess you can help out with muggle studies, until I can find a suitable spell to send you two muggles back," shrugged Dumbledore.
"Okay," nodded Claire. "Cool. Hey wait for me, Michelle!"
"Slow down, Christina!" shouted Jess, running after her friends. (she does NOT mean the real Christina. It's her nickname for Michelle, and it annoys Michelle nonstop. I have NO idea why she calls Michelle that. I wasn't there when the joke was cracked, but yeah. There you have it).
"Professor?" groaned Ron. "IS my back broken?"
"I don't know, but Madam Pomfrey will. Now, hold still, and shut your eyes. I needn't tell you that, Severus. When you open your eyes, you will be in the hospital wing. Understand?" replied Dumbledore.
"Yeah, sure," nodded Ron. And he did as he was told.
*
In the morning.
6:30am Gryffindor bedroom
"I feel sick," whimpered Christina, rolling around on her bed.
"Do you?" asked Sarah, sympathetically. "Poor you."
"It's probably from all those chips you ate," giggled Amelia.
"Serves you right," added Louisa.
"Don't be so mean," scolded Sarah. Susie had already climbed out of her bed to inspect Christina.
"Well, if you don't feel better soon, you won't be able to watch Harry during Quidditch practise," she told her friend.
"WHAT?" screeched Christina, leaping out of her bed. "I BAGS FIRST SHOWER! GET OUT OF MY WAY, EVERYONE! MY LOVE NEEDS ME!"
"Need I ask who you're talking about?" groaned Katie.
"NO!" cackled Christina, slamming the shower door. "HAHA!"
"That girl had something wrong with her," sighed Katie.
6:30am Ravenclaw bedroom
"Hey, Angeline," said Stephanie.
"Go 'way," groaned Angeline, her voice muffled by the pillow over her head. "I need sleep to function."
"Wake her up!" shouted Alex, throwing a pillow at Angeline's huddled shape.
"No!" shrieked Angeline, but it was too late. She was awake.
"I wonder if Victoria's better already," said Stephanie. "I hope she's better. Today's the Quidditch trials."
"Oh?" said Angeline. Then, she got up, rubbing her eyes. "Well, I'll go for the tryouts. Oliver will be SOOOOOOOOOO proud of me, once I get on that cleaning item."
"Ugh," Stephanie flopped back onto the bed, picking up the book she had been reading before.
"You guys are boring," complained Alex. "Ron is SOOOOOOOOOOOOO much cuter than Oliver."
"He is not!" snapped Angeline, angrily. "Oliver has the DREAMIEST eyes. They see right through you---"
"Michelle can do that," giggled Stephanie. "She can let EVERYONE see through you. She'll just punch a hole right through---"
"Stephanie," said Angeline, sternly. "Put that book down at once."
Sighing, Stephanie obeyed. "Sorry," she said, meekly.
"That's okay, Stephanie," said Alex. "IF you say that Ron is cuter than Oliver. I mean, it's SO obvious. Oliver's ugly. He's boring, too. He doesn't have any freckles."
"Huh!" snorted Angeline. "Those freckles make Ron look like he's been rolling in the dirt. He's SO ugly. Oliver, however." she sighed, smiling.
Rolling her eyes, Stephanie grabbed her clothes and headed into the shower, before either of her friends could protest. However, she needn't have worried, as the two other girls were too busy daydreaming about 'cute boys' to bother getting up."
6:30am Slytherin bedroom
Rachel had a very strange dream. She was walking through a park, when all of a sudden, there was an earthquake, and a tree fell on her.
"MICHELLE TSO!!!!!!!!!!!" she shrieked, leaping up. "I'LL KILL YOU, YOU STUPID BITCH!!!!!!!!! NEVER EVER WAKE ME UP LIKE THAT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!"
Giggling, Michelle dashed into the shower. "It's Quidditch trials today," she informed her friend, before slamming the door.
"SO? WE'RE ALREADY IN!!!!!!!" snapped Rachel, fuming. Michelle was even worse than her brother was! The insolent girl had seized the moment that Rachel was asleep, to bounce on her bed. Unfortunately, Michelle didn't care whether she jumped on the mattress that Rachel was sleeping on, or Rachel herself. She had stumbled, falling heavily on the older girl, and Rachel could taste blood in her mouth. She had cut her mouth on the jagged pieces of the metal that was stuck to her teeth. (I dunno what you call them. They're kinda like braces, and there's bits of metal stuck to your teeth)
"YOU LANDED ON THE STUPID METAL STUFF IN MY MOUTH, YOU FREAKING IDIOT!!!!!" she screeched at the shower door. Michelle's revised version of 'Playschool' greeted her.
~ There's a bear in there ~
~ and an electric chair ~
~ there's people with AIDS ~
~ and hand grenades ~
~ open wide ~
~ commit suicide ~
~ it's gay school ~
"That's pathetic!" shouted Rachel. "I can do WAY better!" And she launched into her own version of 'Dashing through the Snow'. (you might want to sing this at Christmas)
~ Santa pulled a gun ~
~ on reindeer number one ~
~ he stabbed a hole right through ~
~ reindeer number two ~
~ and reindeer number three ~
~ he drowned it in the sea ~
~ and all the other reindeer fled, 'cause they drank Lipton tea ~
"WHAT?" screeched Michelle. Rachel smirked at the door, and blew a raspberry.
"Take THAT, retarded smarty pants!" she crowed.
"SHUT UP DOWN THERE, WILL YOU?!!!!!!!!" shouted someone in another room.
"This isn't how you always wake up, is it?" moaned Artemis, who was in the room opposite.
"YUP!" shouted Rachel, thinking, 'well, if you can't beat em, join em'. The boy groaned again.
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If anyone wants to review, feel free to do so. If anyone DOESN'T want to review ~ they're coming for you ~ Oh yeah. And to anonymous reviewer, whoever you are, Lupin's kinda too old for her, she doesn't mind Artemis, and if Draco likes her, there will be a protest by the other people who like Draco, and I don't fancy getting killed so soon.