Chapter 28
Oh aren't I awful?
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"Gee," said Angeline, when her friend had finally disappeared. "She sure can act snobbish when she wants to."
Victoria was chewing her lip nervously, looking around at the furious faces of the Gryffindors. She knew that if she was found out to be the murderer of the late Fred Weasley, they would almost certainly decapitate her. Or worse. If possible.
"Come on, Stephanie," she said, quietly, taking her friend's hand and slipping out of the hospital wing. No sooner had she left, a fight began, between the Slytherins and the Gryffindors.
Madam Pomfrey would be very busy when she came back.
"Stop! Stop!" shouted Oliver.
"EVERYONE IN THIS HOSPITAL, FREEZE!" shrieked Angeline, her face red. Everyone froze. Unsurprisingly. Angeline could be very convincing at times.
"Good," said Angeline, appearing to have trouble breathing normally. "Thank you. The loss of Fred Weasley was great, and I am sure that we will all feel very sad for a long time. This is understandable. What is NOT understandable, however, is why we should all fight. Why? What will this achieve? Nothing but a few black eyes and split lips. What is the point in this?"
Michelle opened her mouth to speak, but without so much as a glance at the menace, Angeline said, "Shut up, Michelle."
Surprised, the younger girl obeyed.
"In tough times, we should stick together. There is a Basilisk loose in the school. EVERYONE FREEZE!"
The hubbub stopped.
"The dark lord is still around, and he feeds on terror and hate. A death should cause sorrow. Not hate. Now calm down, and go back to your dormitories. Every one of you. When you have done so, you may remember Fred in a better way. Think of all the good things that you experienced with him. I am sure there is plenty to think about. So whatever it may be, remember your friend in this way, and let there be no more violence. Shut up Michelle. Thank you."
As if in a trance, the students began trooping out of the hospital wing, eyes red from unshed tears. Angeline's mature speech had seemed to bring out the light in everything. Well....almost everything. The black eyes....you couldn't do anything about that. But you get the point.
"Thank you very much, Angeline," croaked Oliver, placing a trembling hand on the girl's shoulder.
"It was nothing," replied Angeline, modestly.
"Now I'll go think about Fred Weasley in that way," continued Oliver, wiping away a tear. Then, he left, leaving Angeline alone, looking at the empty beds in the room.
"That debating sure helps my quick thinking," she said, aloud, with a grin. "I wonder if anyone believed me."
*
Short, I know, but I'm in school now, so....yeah. I'm so tired. Yawn. And we're learning what we're doing for our exams. Oh great.
Oh aren't I awful?
*
"Gee," said Angeline, when her friend had finally disappeared. "She sure can act snobbish when she wants to."
Victoria was chewing her lip nervously, looking around at the furious faces of the Gryffindors. She knew that if she was found out to be the murderer of the late Fred Weasley, they would almost certainly decapitate her. Or worse. If possible.
"Come on, Stephanie," she said, quietly, taking her friend's hand and slipping out of the hospital wing. No sooner had she left, a fight began, between the Slytherins and the Gryffindors.
Madam Pomfrey would be very busy when she came back.
"Stop! Stop!" shouted Oliver.
"EVERYONE IN THIS HOSPITAL, FREEZE!" shrieked Angeline, her face red. Everyone froze. Unsurprisingly. Angeline could be very convincing at times.
"Good," said Angeline, appearing to have trouble breathing normally. "Thank you. The loss of Fred Weasley was great, and I am sure that we will all feel very sad for a long time. This is understandable. What is NOT understandable, however, is why we should all fight. Why? What will this achieve? Nothing but a few black eyes and split lips. What is the point in this?"
Michelle opened her mouth to speak, but without so much as a glance at the menace, Angeline said, "Shut up, Michelle."
Surprised, the younger girl obeyed.
"In tough times, we should stick together. There is a Basilisk loose in the school. EVERYONE FREEZE!"
The hubbub stopped.
"The dark lord is still around, and he feeds on terror and hate. A death should cause sorrow. Not hate. Now calm down, and go back to your dormitories. Every one of you. When you have done so, you may remember Fred in a better way. Think of all the good things that you experienced with him. I am sure there is plenty to think about. So whatever it may be, remember your friend in this way, and let there be no more violence. Shut up Michelle. Thank you."
As if in a trance, the students began trooping out of the hospital wing, eyes red from unshed tears. Angeline's mature speech had seemed to bring out the light in everything. Well....almost everything. The black eyes....you couldn't do anything about that. But you get the point.
"Thank you very much, Angeline," croaked Oliver, placing a trembling hand on the girl's shoulder.
"It was nothing," replied Angeline, modestly.
"Now I'll go think about Fred Weasley in that way," continued Oliver, wiping away a tear. Then, he left, leaving Angeline alone, looking at the empty beds in the room.
"That debating sure helps my quick thinking," she said, aloud, with a grin. "I wonder if anyone believed me."
*
Short, I know, but I'm in school now, so....yeah. I'm so tired. Yawn. And we're learning what we're doing for our exams. Oh great.