Chapter 26
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"How?" sobbed Angelina. "How did he die?"
"Well, his neck appears to be broken in several places," said Madam Pomfrey. "But I believe that the cause for Fred Weasley's death was really in this." She held up a splinter.
"What?" shrieked Angelina. "My boyfriend is dead because of a SPLINTER?"
"Yes," the nurse nodded. "It was buried deep in his neck, and struck his jugular vein. It was fired with some force, too."
"But he was SUCH a caring boy," sniffed Angelina. "How could a little splinter kill him? It was MURDER!" she screeched the last word. "I will get REVENGE! No one murders my boyfriend and gets away with it!"
Victoria, who was standing nearby paled, and edged away nervously. However, because of the movement, Angelina noticed her, and seizing the younger girl by the scruff of her neck, begged, "And you'll help me, won't you? Justice will be served!"
Angeline nodded, not knowing that the 'murderer' had been her friend, Victoria. "I'll be your lawyer," she offered.
"Huh?" Angelina stared at her.
"Angeline Tan," Angeline put her hand forward, for the older girl to shake.
"Angelina," replied the girl. "I won't tell you my last name, because whoever killed, no, MURDERED Fred would probably want to kill me too. To silence me, I suppose."
"Indeed," said Angeline.
"Indeed?" snorted Artemis. "There's no need to become overtaken by paranoia, just because that redheaded moron's dead."
Meanwhile, Malfoy was gleefully giving his own version of what had happened. "And then he swerved, like this---" he swooned. "And landed on the ground. And what killed the stupid git? A TOOTHPICK! Hahahahahaha!"
"Don't be mean," said Sarah, reprovingly. "Fred Weasley's dead."
Beside his late twin's still body, George was weeping, tears streaming down his face.
"My twin!" he sobbed. "My brother! My own flesh and blood! My---"
"There, there," said Angelina, patting his shoulder. "He was my boyfriend, and I vow to HUNT DOWN THE BASTARD WHO KILLED HIM."
"Language," tutted Madam Pomfrey.
"Aw shut ya gob, you ugly witch!" snapped Rachel. "And I mean the 'hag' kind, not the 'pretty' kind."
"But I don't eat children," began the nurse, angrily. Several students began screaming loudly, and trying to roll out of their beds.
"Well you certainly hang around the dead and dying enough," Rachel pointed out. The nurse sniffed, and threw down a roll of bandages. Rachel looked around at the students, then flicked her eyes back down to the bandages on the ground.
"Don't you wonder if she does that all the time?" she asked, innocently flinging her hand in the air. Her finger ended up, pointing at a stricken boy with a wad of bandages on his arm.
"This madhouse is DEFINITELY in need of some disinfectant," said Angeline, sniffing the air, before wrinkling her nose delicately.
"It stinks," added Alex. It was the final touch to a brilliant play.
"THAT'S THE LAST STRAW!" shrieked Madam Pomfrey. "FIRST OF ALL, YOU, VICTORIA, ARE MEANT TO BE IN BED, PETRIFIED! SECONDLY, MR. DRACO MALFOY IS ALSO MEANT TO BE IN BED, PETRIFIED! THIRDLY, THIS HOSPITAL IS VERY CLEAN! AND FOURTHLY---"
"Is there such thing?" muttered Michelle. Angeline shrugged. "I think so," she said.
"But Nurse Whatever," said Rachel, soothingly. "We're ALL petrified, now. You can be very intimidating sometimes, you know?"
The nurse turned a dreadful crimson, then, whirling on her heel, stormed out of the hospital. Well....that's probably what she WOULD have done, had she not skidded on the slippery floor, whilst 'turning on her heel'.
Madam Pomfrey got up, and finally, stormed out, amidst much laughter, and jeering.
Dumbledore's Office
"NEVER AGAIN!" screamed Madam Pomfrey. "AM I GOING BACK, TO HELP THOSE--- THOSE---LITTLE---"
(censored, but if you want a clue, Michelle would be quite impressed by the next words)
"Poppy!" gasped Dumbledore. "Such language!"
"OH GO BOIL YOUR HEAD, YOU MISERABLE OLD CABBAGE!" screeched the distraught nurse. Dumbledore looked quite taken aback.
"Sorry," murmured Madam Pomfrey, reclaiming her temper. "It's just those AWFUL scholarships from Australia."
"I know," Dumbledore nodded understandingly. "But they DO seem to be fairly apt with those substitute wands. Just imagine the spells they could do with REAL wands, though."
"Or damage," muttered Madam Pomfrey.
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"How?" sobbed Angelina. "How did he die?"
"Well, his neck appears to be broken in several places," said Madam Pomfrey. "But I believe that the cause for Fred Weasley's death was really in this." She held up a splinter.
"What?" shrieked Angelina. "My boyfriend is dead because of a SPLINTER?"
"Yes," the nurse nodded. "It was buried deep in his neck, and struck his jugular vein. It was fired with some force, too."
"But he was SUCH a caring boy," sniffed Angelina. "How could a little splinter kill him? It was MURDER!" she screeched the last word. "I will get REVENGE! No one murders my boyfriend and gets away with it!"
Victoria, who was standing nearby paled, and edged away nervously. However, because of the movement, Angelina noticed her, and seizing the younger girl by the scruff of her neck, begged, "And you'll help me, won't you? Justice will be served!"
Angeline nodded, not knowing that the 'murderer' had been her friend, Victoria. "I'll be your lawyer," she offered.
"Huh?" Angelina stared at her.
"Angeline Tan," Angeline put her hand forward, for the older girl to shake.
"Angelina," replied the girl. "I won't tell you my last name, because whoever killed, no, MURDERED Fred would probably want to kill me too. To silence me, I suppose."
"Indeed," said Angeline.
"Indeed?" snorted Artemis. "There's no need to become overtaken by paranoia, just because that redheaded moron's dead."
Meanwhile, Malfoy was gleefully giving his own version of what had happened. "And then he swerved, like this---" he swooned. "And landed on the ground. And what killed the stupid git? A TOOTHPICK! Hahahahahaha!"
"Don't be mean," said Sarah, reprovingly. "Fred Weasley's dead."
Beside his late twin's still body, George was weeping, tears streaming down his face.
"My twin!" he sobbed. "My brother! My own flesh and blood! My---"
"There, there," said Angelina, patting his shoulder. "He was my boyfriend, and I vow to HUNT DOWN THE BASTARD WHO KILLED HIM."
"Language," tutted Madam Pomfrey.
"Aw shut ya gob, you ugly witch!" snapped Rachel. "And I mean the 'hag' kind, not the 'pretty' kind."
"But I don't eat children," began the nurse, angrily. Several students began screaming loudly, and trying to roll out of their beds.
"Well you certainly hang around the dead and dying enough," Rachel pointed out. The nurse sniffed, and threw down a roll of bandages. Rachel looked around at the students, then flicked her eyes back down to the bandages on the ground.
"Don't you wonder if she does that all the time?" she asked, innocently flinging her hand in the air. Her finger ended up, pointing at a stricken boy with a wad of bandages on his arm.
"This madhouse is DEFINITELY in need of some disinfectant," said Angeline, sniffing the air, before wrinkling her nose delicately.
"It stinks," added Alex. It was the final touch to a brilliant play.
"THAT'S THE LAST STRAW!" shrieked Madam Pomfrey. "FIRST OF ALL, YOU, VICTORIA, ARE MEANT TO BE IN BED, PETRIFIED! SECONDLY, MR. DRACO MALFOY IS ALSO MEANT TO BE IN BED, PETRIFIED! THIRDLY, THIS HOSPITAL IS VERY CLEAN! AND FOURTHLY---"
"Is there such thing?" muttered Michelle. Angeline shrugged. "I think so," she said.
"But Nurse Whatever," said Rachel, soothingly. "We're ALL petrified, now. You can be very intimidating sometimes, you know?"
The nurse turned a dreadful crimson, then, whirling on her heel, stormed out of the hospital. Well....that's probably what she WOULD have done, had she not skidded on the slippery floor, whilst 'turning on her heel'.
Madam Pomfrey got up, and finally, stormed out, amidst much laughter, and jeering.
Dumbledore's Office
"NEVER AGAIN!" screamed Madam Pomfrey. "AM I GOING BACK, TO HELP THOSE--- THOSE---LITTLE---"
(censored, but if you want a clue, Michelle would be quite impressed by the next words)
"Poppy!" gasped Dumbledore. "Such language!"
"OH GO BOIL YOUR HEAD, YOU MISERABLE OLD CABBAGE!" screeched the distraught nurse. Dumbledore looked quite taken aback.
"Sorry," murmured Madam Pomfrey, reclaiming her temper. "It's just those AWFUL scholarships from Australia."
"I know," Dumbledore nodded understandingly. "But they DO seem to be fairly apt with those substitute wands. Just imagine the spells they could do with REAL wands, though."
"Or damage," muttered Madam Pomfrey.
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