Chapter 27
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"Well?" demanded Victoria, excitedly. "Did I get in?"
Oliver regarded her through weary eyes. "I don't know, and I don't care," he replied, miserably.
"Yes," admonished Angeline, rushing to his defence immediately. "Poor Fred's dead."
Michelle giggled. "That rhymes," she said.
All eyes turned to her.
"Kinda," squeaked Michelle, lowering her eyes.
~ Fred is dead ~
~ a splinter in his head ~
~ Fred, Fred, Fred ~
~ Dead, dead, dead ~
~ A splinter lodged in his neck as such ~
~ the food at the funeral was not much ~
~ Fred, Fred, Fred ~
~ Dead, dead, dead ~ sang Rachel. Instantly, she felt hostile eyes on her.
"Shame on you, Michelle!" she scolded. "You shouldn't make up such awful ditties."
"Ditties?" asked Christina.
"Ditty: A short, simple song," began Angeline.
"Victoria: A short, simple girl," said Rachel.
"Hey!" Victoria reached up and clouted her friend. Hard.
Rachel glared furiously at the other girl. "You should be glad I didn't say anything else, you annoying little...." she stopped, trying to think of an insult that would not cause her anymore pain. "Cow." She finally decided.
"WHAT?" shouted Victoria. Stephanie doubled over with laughter.
"Hey, hey," said Rachel, holding her hands in front of her face. "Don't have a cow just because I called you a cow, you cow."
The silence that followed was worse than the earlier rabble.
Finally, Angeline spoke. "Where's Artemis?" she asked, looking around in surprise, for the criminal mastermind.
"And Elspeth?" added Michelle, frowning.
"I don't know and I don't care," shrugged Rachel.
Angeline glared at the girl. "Elspeth's a very nice girl, you know," she said, disapprovingly. "And Artemis is a very intelligent boy."
Rachel shrugged again, and appeared sunk in thought. Suddenly, she gasped.
"He's going to rob Gringotts!"
Unfortunately, this did not get the reaction she had been expecting.
Several of her friends screwed up their faces, and the other half sniggered.
"Yeah, sure," chortled Louisa. "Like he's going to manage it."
"Gringotts?" asked Leanne. Victoria could practically see the question marks drifting above her 'friend's' head.
"The wizard bank!" she cried in exasperation.
Angeline blinked. "Excuse me?" she asked.
"You're excused you moronic, useless piece of trash!" snapped Rachel, venting out her frustration on the other girl.
"Don't be so mean," said Vanessa, who had been keeping very quiet. "You're so rude, Rachel."
"Whoever said I wasn't?" replied Rachel, sardonically. Vanessa just gave her the evil eye. Michelle snorted in contempt. She didn't approve of giving people the 'evil eye'. She preferred to give people the 'black eye'.
"OH! I GET IT!" Suddenly, Christina burst out laughing. Rachel lifted a questioning brow.
"THAT'S SO STUPID!" laughed Christina. Only she pronounced it 'stoopid'. I have no idea why, and neither does the rest of the world.
"Ugh," groaned Katie. Angeline sighed, and looked away.
"I don't know her," said Rachel, averting her eyes from the picture of chaotic mental disorder that was unfolding itself in front of her very eyes.
"Neither do I," laughed Michelle, grimacing slightly, and covering her eyes with her hands.
"I hope it's not contagious," said Victoria, eyeing Christina nervously.
Stephanie began backing away carefully.
"Shut up, Christina," said Angeline, trying unsuccessfully, to be heard over the hysteric peals of laughter that were being emitted by the younger girl.
Oliver eyed the group with distaste.
"Now I know why Artemis left," whispered Victoria. Soon, Stephanie, was also laughing.
"You're (hahahaha) so (heehee) mean (ahahaha), Victoria!" she giggled.
*Yes, Stephanie. GIGGLED. I know you and Victoria do not approve of the term 'giggle', and I am also aware of the fact that neither of you believe that you do this, but trust me. You do. Occasionally*
"Always laughing whenever there's death around," spat Oliver, angrily.
"Er....yeah, that's about right," nodded Rachel. Sarcasm always managed to show its cutting face whenever she was around. Surprise, surprise.
"Hey, isn't that what Ron said in 4th year, when he wanted to take a girl with a nose dead-centre to the Yule Ball?" asked Victoria.
"Aw naw," said Rachel.
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit," said Angeline, taking on her mature tone of voice again. Oliver smiled at her, warmly.
"No it's not. Christina is," replied Rachel, tartly.
"Huh?" Christina stopped laughing to look at her.
"What?" giggled Leanne. Who DEFINITELY DOES giggle.
"MY TWIN BROTHER IS DEAD!" began George, his face contort with fury.
"You don't say," muttered Rachel.
"THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS---"
"Chip in for the funeral?" said Rachel, under her breath.
"SHOW A LITTLE RESPECT!" finished George.
"Nope," shrugged Rachel, nonchalantly. "Tried it before. Didn't like it. Never done it ever since."
The look of ice she got from all the Gryffindors was enough to burn a hole in the ground. There must have been more venom in that look than there was in a pair of Basilisk fangs.
"How dare you," began George, in a low, furious voice. "How absolutely dare you insult the memory of my late brother."
Rachel planted her hands on her hips and looked him squarely in the eye.
"You are all storybook figures," she said, coldly. "I don't need to show any compassion for a bunch of made-up characters from a series of books." Then, spinning around, she stalked out, nose in the air.
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"Well?" demanded Victoria, excitedly. "Did I get in?"
Oliver regarded her through weary eyes. "I don't know, and I don't care," he replied, miserably.
"Yes," admonished Angeline, rushing to his defence immediately. "Poor Fred's dead."
Michelle giggled. "That rhymes," she said.
All eyes turned to her.
"Kinda," squeaked Michelle, lowering her eyes.
~ Fred is dead ~
~ a splinter in his head ~
~ Fred, Fred, Fred ~
~ Dead, dead, dead ~
~ A splinter lodged in his neck as such ~
~ the food at the funeral was not much ~
~ Fred, Fred, Fred ~
~ Dead, dead, dead ~ sang Rachel. Instantly, she felt hostile eyes on her.
"Shame on you, Michelle!" she scolded. "You shouldn't make up such awful ditties."
"Ditties?" asked Christina.
"Ditty: A short, simple song," began Angeline.
"Victoria: A short, simple girl," said Rachel.
"Hey!" Victoria reached up and clouted her friend. Hard.
Rachel glared furiously at the other girl. "You should be glad I didn't say anything else, you annoying little...." she stopped, trying to think of an insult that would not cause her anymore pain. "Cow." She finally decided.
"WHAT?" shouted Victoria. Stephanie doubled over with laughter.
"Hey, hey," said Rachel, holding her hands in front of her face. "Don't have a cow just because I called you a cow, you cow."
The silence that followed was worse than the earlier rabble.
Finally, Angeline spoke. "Where's Artemis?" she asked, looking around in surprise, for the criminal mastermind.
"And Elspeth?" added Michelle, frowning.
"I don't know and I don't care," shrugged Rachel.
Angeline glared at the girl. "Elspeth's a very nice girl, you know," she said, disapprovingly. "And Artemis is a very intelligent boy."
Rachel shrugged again, and appeared sunk in thought. Suddenly, she gasped.
"He's going to rob Gringotts!"
Unfortunately, this did not get the reaction she had been expecting.
Several of her friends screwed up their faces, and the other half sniggered.
"Yeah, sure," chortled Louisa. "Like he's going to manage it."
"Gringotts?" asked Leanne. Victoria could practically see the question marks drifting above her 'friend's' head.
"The wizard bank!" she cried in exasperation.
Angeline blinked. "Excuse me?" she asked.
"You're excused you moronic, useless piece of trash!" snapped Rachel, venting out her frustration on the other girl.
"Don't be so mean," said Vanessa, who had been keeping very quiet. "You're so rude, Rachel."
"Whoever said I wasn't?" replied Rachel, sardonically. Vanessa just gave her the evil eye. Michelle snorted in contempt. She didn't approve of giving people the 'evil eye'. She preferred to give people the 'black eye'.
"OH! I GET IT!" Suddenly, Christina burst out laughing. Rachel lifted a questioning brow.
"THAT'S SO STUPID!" laughed Christina. Only she pronounced it 'stoopid'. I have no idea why, and neither does the rest of the world.
"Ugh," groaned Katie. Angeline sighed, and looked away.
"I don't know her," said Rachel, averting her eyes from the picture of chaotic mental disorder that was unfolding itself in front of her very eyes.
"Neither do I," laughed Michelle, grimacing slightly, and covering her eyes with her hands.
"I hope it's not contagious," said Victoria, eyeing Christina nervously.
Stephanie began backing away carefully.
"Shut up, Christina," said Angeline, trying unsuccessfully, to be heard over the hysteric peals of laughter that were being emitted by the younger girl.
Oliver eyed the group with distaste.
"Now I know why Artemis left," whispered Victoria. Soon, Stephanie, was also laughing.
"You're (hahahaha) so (heehee) mean (ahahaha), Victoria!" she giggled.
*Yes, Stephanie. GIGGLED. I know you and Victoria do not approve of the term 'giggle', and I am also aware of the fact that neither of you believe that you do this, but trust me. You do. Occasionally*
"Always laughing whenever there's death around," spat Oliver, angrily.
"Er....yeah, that's about right," nodded Rachel. Sarcasm always managed to show its cutting face whenever she was around. Surprise, surprise.
"Hey, isn't that what Ron said in 4th year, when he wanted to take a girl with a nose dead-centre to the Yule Ball?" asked Victoria.
"Aw naw," said Rachel.
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit," said Angeline, taking on her mature tone of voice again. Oliver smiled at her, warmly.
"No it's not. Christina is," replied Rachel, tartly.
"Huh?" Christina stopped laughing to look at her.
"What?" giggled Leanne. Who DEFINITELY DOES giggle.
"MY TWIN BROTHER IS DEAD!" began George, his face contort with fury.
"You don't say," muttered Rachel.
"THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS---"
"Chip in for the funeral?" said Rachel, under her breath.
"SHOW A LITTLE RESPECT!" finished George.
"Nope," shrugged Rachel, nonchalantly. "Tried it before. Didn't like it. Never done it ever since."
The look of ice she got from all the Gryffindors was enough to burn a hole in the ground. There must have been more venom in that look than there was in a pair of Basilisk fangs.
"How dare you," began George, in a low, furious voice. "How absolutely dare you insult the memory of my late brother."
Rachel planted her hands on her hips and looked him squarely in the eye.
"You are all storybook figures," she said, coldly. "I don't need to show any compassion for a bunch of made-up characters from a series of books." Then, spinning around, she stalked out, nose in the air.
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