Chapter 25
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"Michelle," breathed Neville, smiling. "What a pretty name. What a pretty girl."
"What did you say?" demanded Ginny, sharply.
"Nothing," stammered Neville, going red. "Nothing at all."
"Hmm...." said Ginny, disbelievingly.
"THIS IS SOOOOOOOOOOO COOL!" called Victoria, as she did a figure eight round Stephanie. Her friend nodded, smiling.
"Watch out for the---"
Victoria flew, headfirst, into the Gryffindor stands.
"Stands," finished Stephanie.
Amelia almost died of shock, when, all of a sudden, a small, grinning face appeared at her feet.
"Hi Amelia!" grinned Victoria.
"AHHH! Headless person!!" shouted Amelia, leaping up in terror.
"What?" Louisa leaned down, then, upon seeing Victoria's face, leapt out of the stands and began running....and running....and running, until she was out of sight.
"What's up with her?" giggled Victoria, freeing herself from the bits of wood that were stuck around her. Amelia started screaming. A head was enough, but two hands? When she finally pulled her head back through the stands, Victoria dusted her hands through her hair, shaking out little chips of wood. To her great discomfort, there appeared to be a splinter lodged up her left nostril.
"Come on, Arnotts!" said Michelle, coming up behind her.
"AHH!" Victoria, who had been removing the splinter started, and her hand twitched, jamming the splinter only further up her nose. "OW!"
"Haha," cackled Michelle, sweeping off. (Geddit? SWEEPING? She's on a broomstick? Lame, I know, but I just saw the pun after I typed it).
"So agile," sighed Neville. Ginny scowled.
"She's a menace," she replied, tightly.
"Oliver's calling the positions now!" Michelle called back, to Victoria.
"AH!" The girl's hand shook again, and she blinked hard, as her eyes began watering with pain. "YOU IDIOT!" she screeched. Then, she felt a sudden itching at the back of her throat, and she coughed. The splinter flew out of her mouth. With a strangled cry, Fred Weasley dropped from his broom, a splinter buried deep in his neck. Practise was over.
Fred Weasley was dead.
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Really sorry I have to end this chapter here, but....yeah. Please review.
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"Michelle," breathed Neville, smiling. "What a pretty name. What a pretty girl."
"What did you say?" demanded Ginny, sharply.
"Nothing," stammered Neville, going red. "Nothing at all."
"Hmm...." said Ginny, disbelievingly.
"THIS IS SOOOOOOOOOOO COOL!" called Victoria, as she did a figure eight round Stephanie. Her friend nodded, smiling.
"Watch out for the---"
Victoria flew, headfirst, into the Gryffindor stands.
"Stands," finished Stephanie.
Amelia almost died of shock, when, all of a sudden, a small, grinning face appeared at her feet.
"Hi Amelia!" grinned Victoria.
"AHHH! Headless person!!" shouted Amelia, leaping up in terror.
"What?" Louisa leaned down, then, upon seeing Victoria's face, leapt out of the stands and began running....and running....and running, until she was out of sight.
"What's up with her?" giggled Victoria, freeing herself from the bits of wood that were stuck around her. Amelia started screaming. A head was enough, but two hands? When she finally pulled her head back through the stands, Victoria dusted her hands through her hair, shaking out little chips of wood. To her great discomfort, there appeared to be a splinter lodged up her left nostril.
"Come on, Arnotts!" said Michelle, coming up behind her.
"AHH!" Victoria, who had been removing the splinter started, and her hand twitched, jamming the splinter only further up her nose. "OW!"
"Haha," cackled Michelle, sweeping off. (Geddit? SWEEPING? She's on a broomstick? Lame, I know, but I just saw the pun after I typed it).
"So agile," sighed Neville. Ginny scowled.
"She's a menace," she replied, tightly.
"Oliver's calling the positions now!" Michelle called back, to Victoria.
"AH!" The girl's hand shook again, and she blinked hard, as her eyes began watering with pain. "YOU IDIOT!" she screeched. Then, she felt a sudden itching at the back of her throat, and she coughed. The splinter flew out of her mouth. With a strangled cry, Fred Weasley dropped from his broom, a splinter buried deep in his neck. Practise was over.
Fred Weasley was dead.
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Really sorry I have to end this chapter here, but....yeah. Please review.