Chapter 24
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"Hi, Oliver!" cooed Angeline, as she stepped onto the Quidditch field. "How do you feel today?"
"Like crap," replied the young man, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
'We're so perfect for each other', thought Angeline, as she watched him go about setting up the hoops. 'Why, I think that's what I just did, earlier on. Rub my eyes, that is'.
"Oh," Angeline put on a sympathetic face, and nodded. "How come?"
"I had a late night," explained Oliver, as he went about his duties.
"Oh? Same," nodded Angeline. She had a sudden feeling of déjà vu, as she thought, 'we have so much in common. We're soulmates, that's what'.
Suddenly, she was aware that Oliver was talking to her. "Pardon, what?" she asked.
"I SAID, you look like you suffered from the same thing as me," repeated Oliver, jerking his head at the shadows under Angeline's eyes.
"Yeah," nodded Angeline, grinning wryly. "My roommates are very boisterous."
"Huh?" grunted Oliver. "What's 'boisterous'?"
But just as Angeline was about to reply, Michelle appeared.
"Hi, Mr. Wood," she said, happily. "I'm not really---"
"Sure how to play? Well, being the Beater, all your have to do is swing the bat at a bludger, and Bob's your uncle," explained Oliver. Michelle scowled, clenching her fists.
"You leave Uncle Bob out of this!" she yelled, angrily. "Or d'you wanna die?"
Oliver looked quite taken aback. Angeline was clutching onto his arm, laughing hysterically.
"Uncle Bob! You idiot! Hahaha!" she hooted.
Shaking his head sadly, Oliver freed his arm.
10:30am Corridor
"This is crazy," muttered Stephanie, as she crept into the destroyed greenhouse.
"Well do you want Victoria to get better or don't you?" snapped Rachel, grabbing the half-empty bucket of pus. "Come on."
Sighing, Stephanie followed her out. A few minutes later, they were in the hospital wing.
"Open wide, Vicky-toria," chuckled Rachel, tipping the contents of the bucket into her friend's open mouth. A few seconds later, her friend sat up straight, coughing and spluttering
"What the hell is that?" she shrieked. "That's the most---Oh cool. I'm in a hospital bed."
Stephanie took one look at her friend's puzzled face, and burst into noisy sobs. "Victoria!" she sniffed. "You're alright!"
"Duh she's alright," snorted Rachel. "Now come on."
"Huh? What?" said Victoria. "Why?"
"Quidditch trials, of course. You were jabbering non-stop about the Quidditch trials, the whole train-ride. I may be mean, but I'm not THAT mean," replied Rachel, shortly. "Now come on."
"But Rachel...." protested Victoria. She jerked her head in the direction of the sleeping boy. "What about him?"
"What about him?" said Stephanie, looking puzzled.
"Oh yeah. Sarah'll be overjoyed if she sees him," nodded Rachel, sloshing the remainder of the pus into Malfoy's open mouth. Seconds later, he was choking, and thrashing around wildly.
"DISGUSTING!" he shouted. "ABSOLUTELY---" he stopped and looked at the three girls. "What are you all doing here, goody-two-shoe mudbloods?" he hissed, hoping that he hadn't said anything in his sleep.
"Ooh two in one," said Victoria, referring to his term. Rachel ignored both of them, and grabbing the boy by his collar, dragged him out of the bed.
"Come on, Sleeping Ugly," she said. "It's the Quidditch trials. Do well, get in, and be nice to Sarah."
"QUIDDITCH TRIALS? OUT OF MY WAY, YOU MORONIC MUDBLOODS!" screeched Malfoy, tearing out of the hospital wing, as if he had just caught on fire.
"And that's gratitude for you," sniffed Rachel. "Let's go."
"OH! I wanna be a Seeker!" shouted Victoria, dashing after Malfoy.
Rachel stood there, hands akimbo, tapping her foot. "Gratitude, gratitude," she said. "Tut tut."
"Come on or WE'LL be late," replied Stephanie, dragging her after the disappearing figures of the recently bed-ridden Quidditch enthusiasts.
10:50am Quidditch Field
"This is INCREDIBLE!" beamed Victoria, flying through another hoop with Michelle. "I LOVE this!"
And speaking of love, down below, a boy was gazing up into the air, his mouth wide open, as he stared up at the two girls. Which one he was looking at was unidentified, but his eyes were glazed, and he looked positively delighted. As Rachel glanced down at the ground, she decided that it must be Michelle. It was fairly obvious that, like her and many of her other friends, he was longing for the broom she was seated on to give way, sending her crashing down to earth....through the crust....through the Upper Mantle....etc, until she was finally blasted back up into space, by an underground volcano.
Rachel smiled. It would certainly be a lovely thing to happen. The ideal VERY LATE but very good birthday present.
"YAHOO!" whooped Michelle, as she deftly avoided a bludger.
"I thought you got over that a long time ago!" Rachel shouted at her.
"Huh?" Michelle skidded to an abrupt halt beside her friend, eyes shining with excitement, face flushed, and hair in a messy tangle. As usual. Rachel decided against asking whether Michelle had gotten into an argument with a doctor when she was young, causing the man to drop her on her head. Instead, she muttered, "It was a joke. You know? Yahoo?"
"OHHHHHHH!" laughed Michelle, not really hearing the joke, and just laughing because she was completely mad. "That's funny." Then, with Victoria at her heels, she zoomed off, a bludger making contact with her head at last. There was a dull 'thunk' as it struck her, and a second dull 'thunk' as she slammed her fist into it, sending the bludger into orbit. Rachel shielded her eyes, watching the bludger grow smaller and smaller and smaller, until finally, there was a soft 'pop' and a miniature explosion, as the ball crashed into the sun.
Oliver, who had been watching, looked very impressed. "Very good, Michelle!" he called up at her. "Only, you're meant to hit it with the bat instead!"
Michelle looked down at the piece of broken wood in her hand. She had smashed it on the goal posts a few minutes ago, when she flew into it. Well, actually, it was more like, she flew into the goal post (I don't know how), and in her rage, which inevitably followed, swung the bat as hard as she could, into the post. The bat had broken in half, and Michelle was forced to punch away the other bludgers.
"I BROKE MY BAT!" she hollered back down, at Oliver. "THEY'RE STUPID AND FLIMSY!"
Oliver started. "WHAT?" he shouted. "BUT YOU MANAGED TO...."
"Deflect?" offered Angeline, who was standing beside him.
"YES, DEFLECT THE OTHER BLUDGERS!" continued Oliver.
Michelle held her hand up, and wiggled her fingers. Then, clenching her hand into a fist, she cracked her knuckles loudly. Oliver understood.
"You have a very scary friend," he told Angeline, solemnly.
"I know," nodded Angeline, understandingly. "She's so intimidating that it's not funny."
Oliver decided against asking her what 'intimidating' meant. There were other things to attend to. "Fowl!" he hollered at the tiny dot in the air. "What are you doing up there?"
Artemis cringed. "Watching my life flash by," he murmured, sadly.
"WHAT?"
"Nothing!"
"Oh," Oliver scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Alright then! White, what are YOU doing?"
"PLAYING HOPSCOTCH!" snapped Rachel, her tongue sharpened by the hate of heights. "WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING?"
"I don't know," replied Oliver.
"She's just sarcastic," laughed Angeline, seeing the bemused expression of Oliver's face. "Trust me. She's so sarcastic that---"
"It's not funny," finished Oliver, wearily. It appeared to be the girl's motto. Sigh.
"Yup," nodded Angeline. Then she laughed. "However did you guess?"
"I have no idea," mumbled Oliver. "I have no idea at all."
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Hmm.the end of another chapter. Right, well I'd just like to say that I want more reviews, PLEASE. Because....well....I really like reading them, and so....yeah.
Review!
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"Hi, Oliver!" cooed Angeline, as she stepped onto the Quidditch field. "How do you feel today?"
"Like crap," replied the young man, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
'We're so perfect for each other', thought Angeline, as she watched him go about setting up the hoops. 'Why, I think that's what I just did, earlier on. Rub my eyes, that is'.
"Oh," Angeline put on a sympathetic face, and nodded. "How come?"
"I had a late night," explained Oliver, as he went about his duties.
"Oh? Same," nodded Angeline. She had a sudden feeling of déjà vu, as she thought, 'we have so much in common. We're soulmates, that's what'.
Suddenly, she was aware that Oliver was talking to her. "Pardon, what?" she asked.
"I SAID, you look like you suffered from the same thing as me," repeated Oliver, jerking his head at the shadows under Angeline's eyes.
"Yeah," nodded Angeline, grinning wryly. "My roommates are very boisterous."
"Huh?" grunted Oliver. "What's 'boisterous'?"
But just as Angeline was about to reply, Michelle appeared.
"Hi, Mr. Wood," she said, happily. "I'm not really---"
"Sure how to play? Well, being the Beater, all your have to do is swing the bat at a bludger, and Bob's your uncle," explained Oliver. Michelle scowled, clenching her fists.
"You leave Uncle Bob out of this!" she yelled, angrily. "Or d'you wanna die?"
Oliver looked quite taken aback. Angeline was clutching onto his arm, laughing hysterically.
"Uncle Bob! You idiot! Hahaha!" she hooted.
Shaking his head sadly, Oliver freed his arm.
10:30am Corridor
"This is crazy," muttered Stephanie, as she crept into the destroyed greenhouse.
"Well do you want Victoria to get better or don't you?" snapped Rachel, grabbing the half-empty bucket of pus. "Come on."
Sighing, Stephanie followed her out. A few minutes later, they were in the hospital wing.
"Open wide, Vicky-toria," chuckled Rachel, tipping the contents of the bucket into her friend's open mouth. A few seconds later, her friend sat up straight, coughing and spluttering
"What the hell is that?" she shrieked. "That's the most---Oh cool. I'm in a hospital bed."
Stephanie took one look at her friend's puzzled face, and burst into noisy sobs. "Victoria!" she sniffed. "You're alright!"
"Duh she's alright," snorted Rachel. "Now come on."
"Huh? What?" said Victoria. "Why?"
"Quidditch trials, of course. You were jabbering non-stop about the Quidditch trials, the whole train-ride. I may be mean, but I'm not THAT mean," replied Rachel, shortly. "Now come on."
"But Rachel...." protested Victoria. She jerked her head in the direction of the sleeping boy. "What about him?"
"What about him?" said Stephanie, looking puzzled.
"Oh yeah. Sarah'll be overjoyed if she sees him," nodded Rachel, sloshing the remainder of the pus into Malfoy's open mouth. Seconds later, he was choking, and thrashing around wildly.
"DISGUSTING!" he shouted. "ABSOLUTELY---" he stopped and looked at the three girls. "What are you all doing here, goody-two-shoe mudbloods?" he hissed, hoping that he hadn't said anything in his sleep.
"Ooh two in one," said Victoria, referring to his term. Rachel ignored both of them, and grabbing the boy by his collar, dragged him out of the bed.
"Come on, Sleeping Ugly," she said. "It's the Quidditch trials. Do well, get in, and be nice to Sarah."
"QUIDDITCH TRIALS? OUT OF MY WAY, YOU MORONIC MUDBLOODS!" screeched Malfoy, tearing out of the hospital wing, as if he had just caught on fire.
"And that's gratitude for you," sniffed Rachel. "Let's go."
"OH! I wanna be a Seeker!" shouted Victoria, dashing after Malfoy.
Rachel stood there, hands akimbo, tapping her foot. "Gratitude, gratitude," she said. "Tut tut."
"Come on or WE'LL be late," replied Stephanie, dragging her after the disappearing figures of the recently bed-ridden Quidditch enthusiasts.
10:50am Quidditch Field
"This is INCREDIBLE!" beamed Victoria, flying through another hoop with Michelle. "I LOVE this!"
And speaking of love, down below, a boy was gazing up into the air, his mouth wide open, as he stared up at the two girls. Which one he was looking at was unidentified, but his eyes were glazed, and he looked positively delighted. As Rachel glanced down at the ground, she decided that it must be Michelle. It was fairly obvious that, like her and many of her other friends, he was longing for the broom she was seated on to give way, sending her crashing down to earth....through the crust....through the Upper Mantle....etc, until she was finally blasted back up into space, by an underground volcano.
Rachel smiled. It would certainly be a lovely thing to happen. The ideal VERY LATE but very good birthday present.
"YAHOO!" whooped Michelle, as she deftly avoided a bludger.
"I thought you got over that a long time ago!" Rachel shouted at her.
"Huh?" Michelle skidded to an abrupt halt beside her friend, eyes shining with excitement, face flushed, and hair in a messy tangle. As usual. Rachel decided against asking whether Michelle had gotten into an argument with a doctor when she was young, causing the man to drop her on her head. Instead, she muttered, "It was a joke. You know? Yahoo?"
"OHHHHHHH!" laughed Michelle, not really hearing the joke, and just laughing because she was completely mad. "That's funny." Then, with Victoria at her heels, she zoomed off, a bludger making contact with her head at last. There was a dull 'thunk' as it struck her, and a second dull 'thunk' as she slammed her fist into it, sending the bludger into orbit. Rachel shielded her eyes, watching the bludger grow smaller and smaller and smaller, until finally, there was a soft 'pop' and a miniature explosion, as the ball crashed into the sun.
Oliver, who had been watching, looked very impressed. "Very good, Michelle!" he called up at her. "Only, you're meant to hit it with the bat instead!"
Michelle looked down at the piece of broken wood in her hand. She had smashed it on the goal posts a few minutes ago, when she flew into it. Well, actually, it was more like, she flew into the goal post (I don't know how), and in her rage, which inevitably followed, swung the bat as hard as she could, into the post. The bat had broken in half, and Michelle was forced to punch away the other bludgers.
"I BROKE MY BAT!" she hollered back down, at Oliver. "THEY'RE STUPID AND FLIMSY!"
Oliver started. "WHAT?" he shouted. "BUT YOU MANAGED TO...."
"Deflect?" offered Angeline, who was standing beside him.
"YES, DEFLECT THE OTHER BLUDGERS!" continued Oliver.
Michelle held her hand up, and wiggled her fingers. Then, clenching her hand into a fist, she cracked her knuckles loudly. Oliver understood.
"You have a very scary friend," he told Angeline, solemnly.
"I know," nodded Angeline, understandingly. "She's so intimidating that it's not funny."
Oliver decided against asking her what 'intimidating' meant. There were other things to attend to. "Fowl!" he hollered at the tiny dot in the air. "What are you doing up there?"
Artemis cringed. "Watching my life flash by," he murmured, sadly.
"WHAT?"
"Nothing!"
"Oh," Oliver scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Alright then! White, what are YOU doing?"
"PLAYING HOPSCOTCH!" snapped Rachel, her tongue sharpened by the hate of heights. "WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING?"
"I don't know," replied Oliver.
"She's just sarcastic," laughed Angeline, seeing the bemused expression of Oliver's face. "Trust me. She's so sarcastic that---"
"It's not funny," finished Oliver, wearily. It appeared to be the girl's motto. Sigh.
"Yup," nodded Angeline. Then she laughed. "However did you guess?"
"I have no idea," mumbled Oliver. "I have no idea at all."
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Hmm.the end of another chapter. Right, well I'd just like to say that I want more reviews, PLEASE. Because....well....I really like reading them, and so....yeah.