Harry Potter and the Locket of Trinity: Chapter Ten
"The Ghost of Quidditch Past"
A/N: I just realized that I have one review for each chapter of my story. How sad! What can I do to help that, to nudge my little ranking up a few more notches. maybe you fine people can give me a clue on that one!!! IN A REVIEW!!! *breathe, breathe*
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Okay, better now. Bitter, but better.
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Walking out to the quidditch pitch with Ron, Neville, Seamus, and Dean, Harry had the sinking feeling that the day would end in someone's visit to the hospital wing. Neville plus a speeding broom did not equal anything remotely pleasant.
Actually, Neville, Seamus, and Dean were to be the chasers, and Ron was going to be the keeper. Fred and George were to beaters, naturally, Harry was the seeker, and the others that wanted to play were to rotate in every ten minutes or so.
There was a scramble for the classic chaser positions, and a few for keeper. Burly seventh years jostled mostly for the beater spot, but not one person signed up to be a replacement seeker. Either they didn't want to follow up The-Boy-Who-Lived, or Harry's various antics in catching the snitch that had landed him in the infirmary had stunted any inclination to fill the position.
Looking across the field, Harry saw what looked at first to be a mob of pink bunny-rabbits. As the group came closer, they revealed themselves to be the Gryffindor girls, dressed in matching pink robes, a thing Trinny didn't look too pleased with. Harry chuckled.
"You ready to get beaten down, are you?" Angelina taunted as the girls drew close.
"Only if you are." George retorted, throwing his broom over his shoulder as if this was going to be the easiest thing in the world. Harry wasn't as confident, though. Angelina, Katie, and Alicia were really good chasers, and half of the boys team had no idea what they were doing. Even if Harry did catch the snitch, he had a feeling that the girl's would have scored so much with the quaffle by then that the mob of pink would win anyways.
"Fraternizing with the enemy, hmm. not a very good idea, ladies, if you want me to win my bet." a voice from behind the group chastised. It was Professor McGonagall, accompanied by Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Wood, and a throng of other Gryffindor students. Many of the pink-clad ladies visibly swooned and cooed as they realized that the attractive Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was going to be observing the match. The rest of the school probably couldn't be bothered to ruin a perfectly good November Saturday.
"Nice to see you, Professor. Come to cheer us on?" Lee Jordan, who was vying to be a replacement beater for his friends, asked.
"Of course not. I'm here to support my Gryffindor ladies, not you bunch of ruffians." the old lady answered with a twinkle in her eye. Wow, that made a record of two jokes the Professor had made so far in Harry's years here at Hogwarts.
"You behave yourselves now," Dumbledore ordered with a smirk. "Now, will the starting lineup from each team please mount your brooms?"
Professor Wood mounted a broom as seven boys and seven girls did, and Harry noticed that he had a whistle around his neck. So he was going to be their referee. ha! The game was in the bag. There was no way Angelina, Katie, or Alicia could focus on quidditch with the object of their affections flying around up there with them. Harry could just feel the cushy pleasure of the good chairs by the fire already.
"All right ladies and gents, are you ready?" Mr. Hunky-Dorey questioned. "Now, shake hands and make nice." Harry, the proclaimed captain since he was the only one that was going to be on the field continuously throughout the game, stuck out his hand to Angelina, who he assumed was the girl's captain. She shook her head. He offered his hand to both Katie and Alicia, but they just shot him a look and shook their heads also.
Suddenly, a hand tapped Harry on the shoulder. Turning around, Harry saw that it was Trinny. "I should've known." he muttered, shaking her hand and gripping it a second longer than was necessary.
"The game between the Gryffindor Guys and Gals shall begin upon my count," Morgan Wood instructed. "Three - two - one!"
And they were off. Harry soared around and around Trinny, showing off the superior skills of the Firebolt compared to her measly Comet Two-Sixty. But the girl had a knowing glint in her grin, and she took out her wand and tapped her raggedy old broom. At once it shed all it's dust and moldy twigs, looking as good as new. She wasn't as fast as Harry was, but her turns were sharp and precise, the only thing the Firebolt model lacked.
"Cheater!" Harry teased as he whipped around, trying to pursue Trinity after one of her on-a-dime turns.
"No Harry, seeker." she taunted back. Harry smiled and raced away from her, quitting the flirting for the time being to check up on the game.
The pitch felt close to silent without Lee Jordan's 'unbiased' commentary. Harry could actually hear, for the first time, the whoops and bellows of his team members far below. As predicted, the girls were sweeping the floor with the boys. Even with Fred and George's excellent beating skills, Neville, Seamus, and Dean simply weren't as experienced as the girls.
Indeed, Neville looked as if he was having a bit of trouble getting his broom to go any faster than that of a passing butterfly. Harry had a feeling though, that the boy didn't want it to. He was already doing better than anyone would've thought, successfully mounting his broom on only the fifth try.
Seamus was okay, but every time he took the quaffle downfield he kept veering off to avoid hitting the girl's keeper, Ginny Weasley. He turned the color of her hair when Dean Thomas substituted him out for an even more inexperienced first year, muttering something about this "not being the time nor place for courting."
Dean Thomas had so far been the only source of points for the Guys. The girls were leading a humiliating 70-10. Ron was doing the best he could, diving spectacularly to block a scoring shot by Alicia Spinnet. He missed it, but still, you had to give points for effort.
Harry sighed. He had to catch the snitch soon, or else he wouldn't be able to look a girl in the eyes for months. Frantically he combed the stadium, searching for that irksome glittering gold, when suddenly he saw it - swirling figure eights around the stadium seats.
In a flash of crimson Harry took off, headed straight for it. Everything was a blur, the grey-blue of the sky above him, the greenish glow of the grass below him.
GRASS?? But the grass wasn't green at Hogwarts in November!
Harry jerked his head downwards, knowing the price he would pay later, and saw that he wasn't looking AT something green, he was looking THROUGH it.
That mysterious masked ghost, the unfamiliar one that Harry had spotted at the Halloween feast, was streaking along beneath Harry, arms outstretched, completely broomless.
Noticing that Harry's speed had slowed, the ghost looked up at him with those masked, fathomless eyes. and Harry swore the ghost smiled.
"AAAARRRGH!!!!!" Harry shrieked, stopping midair and turning the complete opposite direction. It scared the heck out of him, Nearly Headless Nick was bad enough, but having a ghost tailing you as you were trying to win a game of quidditch? Now that was just plain unnerving!
The ghost continued on towards the snitch and his hand clamped around it - or at least, it would have, if his hand had been solid. Instead, the ghost just passed through both the snitch and the stands, disappearing behind the back of the bleachers.
In all the confusion though, the snitch had taken off again. Harry barely had time to see it dart past his head before it vanished behind him. Urging the Firebolt around, Harry saw to his dismay that Trinny was zooming towards him, a huge grin on her face.
Since the snitch was now heading in the opposite direction, Trinny had a head start on it, and Harry had some serious catching up to do. His broom accelerated as fast as he could get it to without breaking the Hogwarts Speed Limit rules, and pretty soon Harry could've reached out and grabbed Trinny's foot if he wanted to. Well, if that had been legal.
Urging his broom still faster, Harry drew level with Trinity's waist. now her shoulders. oh, she had almost caught it, but the snitch veered to the left and in trying to turn to pursue it further Trinny collided with Harry.
"Watch it!" she screamed with agitation as she streaked past. Harry grinned with determination and took off after her once more.
It was a grueling chase, the snitch seemed utterly determined not to be caught. Some small part of Harry's mind noted how graceful Trinity was in the air, how her hair flew about her face and her glasses were skewed in an endearing way. However, the rest of the boy's brain was consumed by the mission of capturing the snitch.
In a couple of minutes Harry and Trinny were level with each other, vying neck-and-neck for that extra one hundred and fifty points. The tiny scoreboard magically painted on the ground beneath them displayed the current score of 170-30. If he caught the snitch now, the boy's would win by ten points. Of course, the same thought darted through Trinny's mind as she grappled with her friend for the win.
Soon a childish slapping fight broke out between the seekers; every time Harry reached out his hand Trinny would slap it away, and vice-versa. It was playful enough, but things were getting pretty brutal before, at last, the snitch decided to put a stop to it.
The little golden bugger dove down straight into a steep dive, and it took both Harry and Trinny a second to process what it had done. All at once, both their eyes grew large and they gasped audibly, a second later they were engaged in a steep dive.
Oh, this was Harry's specialty, and the Firebolt's too. Vertical pursuits were what his seeking career was made on. Harry was head and shoulders in front of Trinny, he was going to get it, HA! The boys had won!!! HARRY CAU -
Harry swore he caught it. He could've sworn he felt the tiny flutter of wings beneath his fingers, the soaring feeling in his brain telling him that he was, once again, the hero of a quidditch match. Unfortunately, he was mistaken.
Harry pulled up out of the dive and looked down into his hand, and to his surprise and dismay he saw that he hadn't caught it. There was nothing there.
"WHAT THE FFFFF?" he shouted, cutting the curse word short. It wouldn't help him now.
Looking below him at Trinny in her dive, he noticed that she looked as perplexed as he was. She brought her broom upright and looked up at him. Harry shrugged, and showed her his dismally empty hands. The girl checked below her, but the snitch wasn't there either. The thing had simply disappeared.
But snitch's couldn't disappear out of thin air, it wasn't possible, even for the wizarding world. What was going on here?
Scanning the field frantically, Harry and Trinny caught no sight of the snitch. The bloody walnut was fast, but it wasn't THAT fast. had it performed some sort of freaking disappearing trick or what?
"Did you catch it?" Harry asked Trinny.
"Not yet. You?" she replied, still managing to be humorously arrogant in the midst of this confounding puzzle.
Suddenly Seamus and Dean flew over to the two baffled seekers. "What's going on? Did we win already?" Dean asked.
"No, we seem to have. well, lost the snitch." Harry replied.
"You're joking." said Seamus.
"Hooch's gonna kill us." Dean put in.
"You LOST it?"
"How could you LOSE it?"
"Hooch's gonna KILL us!!"
"Would you just settle down? It's been, what, three minutes and already we're planning out our detention sentences?" Trinny said sharply, calm and clearheaded as always. Harry admired her for a second before going back to his role as the insulted guy. "The snitch's gotta be around here somewhere. Hell, it's probably up Neville's knickers, look."
And indeed Neville Longbottom, humiliation to the name of Gryffindor Chaser, was now flying in a sort of jumpy zig-zag pattern, looking as if something unpleasant very well could be up his bum, including the snitch. "What's eating him?" Harry asked.
"Who knows," Dean sighed. "A coupla minutes ago he was unable to come out of a steep dive, and Fred and George had to catch him and pull him up by the ears. As long as he's not endangering anyone else, let's let him fight his own battles."
After watching the flying antics of the inept boy for a few seconds longer, attention was once more turned to the present. "Right, well, we've got a time out, and it's probably up about now, but I thought it wise to check and see how our seeker's doing. Fine, Harry?" Seamus said.
"Fine." Harry replied sternly. By golly, he was gonna find that snitch or die trying. Poor Neville. that boy didn't need the whole loss of the game and the good common room chairs blamed on him. He was already Snape's scapegoat for taking points off Gryffindor.
So Trinity and Harry went back to soaring fifty feet above the field, searching for this rogue snitch. Where in Sam Hell is the thing?? Harry thought to himself agitatedly. Trinny seemed to be experiencing much the same sensation.
Suddenly, between brooding and malicious thoughts, both seekers saw it at the same time: the golden snitch, fluttering lazily around the entrance to the Forbidden Forest, almost beckoning them to chase it.
Harry and Trinny happily obliged.
At once they were off again, the swatting and grappling flaring up full strength between the two as they fought for the glory of the Boys vs. Girls Quidditch Cup. So wrapped up in winning, they were, that they hardly noticed as the snitch lured them into the dangerous Forest with a conniving cackle.
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A/N: Ooo, evil snitch evil snitch evil evil evil devil snitch! Ooo, you know what I just realized? That "devil" is "evil" with a "d." WOWIE!! You learn something new every day, don'cha? Well, I learn new USELESS things every day, such as the aforementioned epiphany, but nothing of use to either me or my abysmal U.S. History grade.
Eh, you don't need to know about the annexation of the Philippines to be an award winning writer and broadway star, d'ya?
Sorry that chappie's so short, but I had MEGA tests and whatnot this week and I hardly had any time to write my magnificent story. The conclusion to what's up with the snitch was supposed to be included in this chapter, but then midnight on Friday came around and I had nothing. You're lucky you squeezed this much outta me, you heathens!
K, so I dunno what exactly a 'heathen' is, but my Gramma calls me it all the time. OOO! And my Gramma made me a hat and a matching scarf, knitted it herself and everything! A big yay-rah to my Gramma, I love you!! And the scarf smells good!!
Love from,
Saranimal
HaloGal5@aol.com
"The Ghost of Quidditch Past"
A/N: I just realized that I have one review for each chapter of my story. How sad! What can I do to help that, to nudge my little ranking up a few more notches. maybe you fine people can give me a clue on that one!!! IN A REVIEW!!! *breathe, breathe*
...
Okay, better now. Bitter, but better.
* * * * *
Walking out to the quidditch pitch with Ron, Neville, Seamus, and Dean, Harry had the sinking feeling that the day would end in someone's visit to the hospital wing. Neville plus a speeding broom did not equal anything remotely pleasant.
Actually, Neville, Seamus, and Dean were to be the chasers, and Ron was going to be the keeper. Fred and George were to beaters, naturally, Harry was the seeker, and the others that wanted to play were to rotate in every ten minutes or so.
There was a scramble for the classic chaser positions, and a few for keeper. Burly seventh years jostled mostly for the beater spot, but not one person signed up to be a replacement seeker. Either they didn't want to follow up The-Boy-Who-Lived, or Harry's various antics in catching the snitch that had landed him in the infirmary had stunted any inclination to fill the position.
Looking across the field, Harry saw what looked at first to be a mob of pink bunny-rabbits. As the group came closer, they revealed themselves to be the Gryffindor girls, dressed in matching pink robes, a thing Trinny didn't look too pleased with. Harry chuckled.
"You ready to get beaten down, are you?" Angelina taunted as the girls drew close.
"Only if you are." George retorted, throwing his broom over his shoulder as if this was going to be the easiest thing in the world. Harry wasn't as confident, though. Angelina, Katie, and Alicia were really good chasers, and half of the boys team had no idea what they were doing. Even if Harry did catch the snitch, he had a feeling that the girl's would have scored so much with the quaffle by then that the mob of pink would win anyways.
"Fraternizing with the enemy, hmm. not a very good idea, ladies, if you want me to win my bet." a voice from behind the group chastised. It was Professor McGonagall, accompanied by Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Wood, and a throng of other Gryffindor students. Many of the pink-clad ladies visibly swooned and cooed as they realized that the attractive Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was going to be observing the match. The rest of the school probably couldn't be bothered to ruin a perfectly good November Saturday.
"Nice to see you, Professor. Come to cheer us on?" Lee Jordan, who was vying to be a replacement beater for his friends, asked.
"Of course not. I'm here to support my Gryffindor ladies, not you bunch of ruffians." the old lady answered with a twinkle in her eye. Wow, that made a record of two jokes the Professor had made so far in Harry's years here at Hogwarts.
"You behave yourselves now," Dumbledore ordered with a smirk. "Now, will the starting lineup from each team please mount your brooms?"
Professor Wood mounted a broom as seven boys and seven girls did, and Harry noticed that he had a whistle around his neck. So he was going to be their referee. ha! The game was in the bag. There was no way Angelina, Katie, or Alicia could focus on quidditch with the object of their affections flying around up there with them. Harry could just feel the cushy pleasure of the good chairs by the fire already.
"All right ladies and gents, are you ready?" Mr. Hunky-Dorey questioned. "Now, shake hands and make nice." Harry, the proclaimed captain since he was the only one that was going to be on the field continuously throughout the game, stuck out his hand to Angelina, who he assumed was the girl's captain. She shook her head. He offered his hand to both Katie and Alicia, but they just shot him a look and shook their heads also.
Suddenly, a hand tapped Harry on the shoulder. Turning around, Harry saw that it was Trinny. "I should've known." he muttered, shaking her hand and gripping it a second longer than was necessary.
"The game between the Gryffindor Guys and Gals shall begin upon my count," Morgan Wood instructed. "Three - two - one!"
And they were off. Harry soared around and around Trinny, showing off the superior skills of the Firebolt compared to her measly Comet Two-Sixty. But the girl had a knowing glint in her grin, and she took out her wand and tapped her raggedy old broom. At once it shed all it's dust and moldy twigs, looking as good as new. She wasn't as fast as Harry was, but her turns were sharp and precise, the only thing the Firebolt model lacked.
"Cheater!" Harry teased as he whipped around, trying to pursue Trinity after one of her on-a-dime turns.
"No Harry, seeker." she taunted back. Harry smiled and raced away from her, quitting the flirting for the time being to check up on the game.
The pitch felt close to silent without Lee Jordan's 'unbiased' commentary. Harry could actually hear, for the first time, the whoops and bellows of his team members far below. As predicted, the girls were sweeping the floor with the boys. Even with Fred and George's excellent beating skills, Neville, Seamus, and Dean simply weren't as experienced as the girls.
Indeed, Neville looked as if he was having a bit of trouble getting his broom to go any faster than that of a passing butterfly. Harry had a feeling though, that the boy didn't want it to. He was already doing better than anyone would've thought, successfully mounting his broom on only the fifth try.
Seamus was okay, but every time he took the quaffle downfield he kept veering off to avoid hitting the girl's keeper, Ginny Weasley. He turned the color of her hair when Dean Thomas substituted him out for an even more inexperienced first year, muttering something about this "not being the time nor place for courting."
Dean Thomas had so far been the only source of points for the Guys. The girls were leading a humiliating 70-10. Ron was doing the best he could, diving spectacularly to block a scoring shot by Alicia Spinnet. He missed it, but still, you had to give points for effort.
Harry sighed. He had to catch the snitch soon, or else he wouldn't be able to look a girl in the eyes for months. Frantically he combed the stadium, searching for that irksome glittering gold, when suddenly he saw it - swirling figure eights around the stadium seats.
In a flash of crimson Harry took off, headed straight for it. Everything was a blur, the grey-blue of the sky above him, the greenish glow of the grass below him.
GRASS?? But the grass wasn't green at Hogwarts in November!
Harry jerked his head downwards, knowing the price he would pay later, and saw that he wasn't looking AT something green, he was looking THROUGH it.
That mysterious masked ghost, the unfamiliar one that Harry had spotted at the Halloween feast, was streaking along beneath Harry, arms outstretched, completely broomless.
Noticing that Harry's speed had slowed, the ghost looked up at him with those masked, fathomless eyes. and Harry swore the ghost smiled.
"AAAARRRGH!!!!!" Harry shrieked, stopping midair and turning the complete opposite direction. It scared the heck out of him, Nearly Headless Nick was bad enough, but having a ghost tailing you as you were trying to win a game of quidditch? Now that was just plain unnerving!
The ghost continued on towards the snitch and his hand clamped around it - or at least, it would have, if his hand had been solid. Instead, the ghost just passed through both the snitch and the stands, disappearing behind the back of the bleachers.
In all the confusion though, the snitch had taken off again. Harry barely had time to see it dart past his head before it vanished behind him. Urging the Firebolt around, Harry saw to his dismay that Trinny was zooming towards him, a huge grin on her face.
Since the snitch was now heading in the opposite direction, Trinny had a head start on it, and Harry had some serious catching up to do. His broom accelerated as fast as he could get it to without breaking the Hogwarts Speed Limit rules, and pretty soon Harry could've reached out and grabbed Trinny's foot if he wanted to. Well, if that had been legal.
Urging his broom still faster, Harry drew level with Trinity's waist. now her shoulders. oh, she had almost caught it, but the snitch veered to the left and in trying to turn to pursue it further Trinny collided with Harry.
"Watch it!" she screamed with agitation as she streaked past. Harry grinned with determination and took off after her once more.
It was a grueling chase, the snitch seemed utterly determined not to be caught. Some small part of Harry's mind noted how graceful Trinity was in the air, how her hair flew about her face and her glasses were skewed in an endearing way. However, the rest of the boy's brain was consumed by the mission of capturing the snitch.
In a couple of minutes Harry and Trinny were level with each other, vying neck-and-neck for that extra one hundred and fifty points. The tiny scoreboard magically painted on the ground beneath them displayed the current score of 170-30. If he caught the snitch now, the boy's would win by ten points. Of course, the same thought darted through Trinny's mind as she grappled with her friend for the win.
Soon a childish slapping fight broke out between the seekers; every time Harry reached out his hand Trinny would slap it away, and vice-versa. It was playful enough, but things were getting pretty brutal before, at last, the snitch decided to put a stop to it.
The little golden bugger dove down straight into a steep dive, and it took both Harry and Trinny a second to process what it had done. All at once, both their eyes grew large and they gasped audibly, a second later they were engaged in a steep dive.
Oh, this was Harry's specialty, and the Firebolt's too. Vertical pursuits were what his seeking career was made on. Harry was head and shoulders in front of Trinny, he was going to get it, HA! The boys had won!!! HARRY CAU -
Harry swore he caught it. He could've sworn he felt the tiny flutter of wings beneath his fingers, the soaring feeling in his brain telling him that he was, once again, the hero of a quidditch match. Unfortunately, he was mistaken.
Harry pulled up out of the dive and looked down into his hand, and to his surprise and dismay he saw that he hadn't caught it. There was nothing there.
"WHAT THE FFFFF?" he shouted, cutting the curse word short. It wouldn't help him now.
Looking below him at Trinny in her dive, he noticed that she looked as perplexed as he was. She brought her broom upright and looked up at him. Harry shrugged, and showed her his dismally empty hands. The girl checked below her, but the snitch wasn't there either. The thing had simply disappeared.
But snitch's couldn't disappear out of thin air, it wasn't possible, even for the wizarding world. What was going on here?
Scanning the field frantically, Harry and Trinny caught no sight of the snitch. The bloody walnut was fast, but it wasn't THAT fast. had it performed some sort of freaking disappearing trick or what?
"Did you catch it?" Harry asked Trinny.
"Not yet. You?" she replied, still managing to be humorously arrogant in the midst of this confounding puzzle.
Suddenly Seamus and Dean flew over to the two baffled seekers. "What's going on? Did we win already?" Dean asked.
"No, we seem to have. well, lost the snitch." Harry replied.
"You're joking." said Seamus.
"Hooch's gonna kill us." Dean put in.
"You LOST it?"
"How could you LOSE it?"
"Hooch's gonna KILL us!!"
"Would you just settle down? It's been, what, three minutes and already we're planning out our detention sentences?" Trinny said sharply, calm and clearheaded as always. Harry admired her for a second before going back to his role as the insulted guy. "The snitch's gotta be around here somewhere. Hell, it's probably up Neville's knickers, look."
And indeed Neville Longbottom, humiliation to the name of Gryffindor Chaser, was now flying in a sort of jumpy zig-zag pattern, looking as if something unpleasant very well could be up his bum, including the snitch. "What's eating him?" Harry asked.
"Who knows," Dean sighed. "A coupla minutes ago he was unable to come out of a steep dive, and Fred and George had to catch him and pull him up by the ears. As long as he's not endangering anyone else, let's let him fight his own battles."
After watching the flying antics of the inept boy for a few seconds longer, attention was once more turned to the present. "Right, well, we've got a time out, and it's probably up about now, but I thought it wise to check and see how our seeker's doing. Fine, Harry?" Seamus said.
"Fine." Harry replied sternly. By golly, he was gonna find that snitch or die trying. Poor Neville. that boy didn't need the whole loss of the game and the good common room chairs blamed on him. He was already Snape's scapegoat for taking points off Gryffindor.
So Trinity and Harry went back to soaring fifty feet above the field, searching for this rogue snitch. Where in Sam Hell is the thing?? Harry thought to himself agitatedly. Trinny seemed to be experiencing much the same sensation.
Suddenly, between brooding and malicious thoughts, both seekers saw it at the same time: the golden snitch, fluttering lazily around the entrance to the Forbidden Forest, almost beckoning them to chase it.
Harry and Trinny happily obliged.
At once they were off again, the swatting and grappling flaring up full strength between the two as they fought for the glory of the Boys vs. Girls Quidditch Cup. So wrapped up in winning, they were, that they hardly noticed as the snitch lured them into the dangerous Forest with a conniving cackle.
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A/N: Ooo, evil snitch evil snitch evil evil evil devil snitch! Ooo, you know what I just realized? That "devil" is "evil" with a "d." WOWIE!! You learn something new every day, don'cha? Well, I learn new USELESS things every day, such as the aforementioned epiphany, but nothing of use to either me or my abysmal U.S. History grade.
Eh, you don't need to know about the annexation of the Philippines to be an award winning writer and broadway star, d'ya?
Sorry that chappie's so short, but I had MEGA tests and whatnot this week and I hardly had any time to write my magnificent story. The conclusion to what's up with the snitch was supposed to be included in this chapter, but then midnight on Friday came around and I had nothing. You're lucky you squeezed this much outta me, you heathens!
K, so I dunno what exactly a 'heathen' is, but my Gramma calls me it all the time. OOO! And my Gramma made me a hat and a matching scarf, knitted it herself and everything! A big yay-rah to my Gramma, I love you!! And the scarf smells good!!
Love from,
Saranimal
HaloGal5@aol.com