Chapter 4. Same Disclaimer. Same Name. Same Author. Same Plot. Same
Chicken.
The next morning, Rily woke up with the rising sun, though not entirely on her own. Two bunks over, a certain green chicken was screaming as if he was being strangled. It was actually quite possible he WAS being strangled, with the noise it was emitting. Stuffing her head back under her pillow, Rily gave a muffled shout. "Will you shut that thing UP?!" She screamed in the general direction of Jennifer's bed, and though the thick pillow she heard a rather muffled apology, which was followed shortly by a dull thud, one last scream from Smitty, and finally, blissful silence. But not for long.
"Up! UP!! GET UP!!" Rily's agitated alarm clock screeched from a few feet to the left of Rily's ear. Up until a few moments ago it had been looking as if its job could be skipped for a morning, but alas, its mistress had to go back to sleep.
"I SAID UP!!" it boomed with its magically enhanced voice, and the entire bedroom shot out of their beds, stumbling blindly about in search of their wits.
"That's better." The clock said in a prim little voice, and went back into its state of lifelessness.
Six switching staircases, five secret passages, four fake doors, three wandering sinkholes, two walls which was really hallways (just pretending), and a partridge in a pear tree later, the Ravenclaw girls were in the great hall eating breakfast.
Rily, naturally, sat next to Mae, at their customary spot at the end of the table, so that they were the least likely to be beset by Mary-Sues. To their great surprise, Jennifer Young sat with them. At their weird glances, she shrugged. "No clue who I'm to fall in love with an exchange loving glances with at breakfast yet, so I just thought I'd get a little more plot action and sit near the people who seem to be the main characters in this particular fic." She explained, and Mae nodded, impressed with Jennifer's apparent lack of Mary-Sue normalcy. "You sure you're a Mary-Sue?" Rily inquired, giving Smitty (who had accompanied Jennifer to breakfast, and was at the moment trying to eat the tablecloth. He was, however, failing miserably, as it kept jumping out of his way, upsetting cups and dishes) an odd look.
"Oh, yes." Jennifer assured her, rescuing the tablecloth by nonchalantly tossing Smitty out of a nearby window. "I've the horrific past and odd beauty to prove it. I'm just a bit weird. There's one in every bunch." Mae nearly choked on her bacon. "That's what I've been TELLING you!" she exclaimed to Rily after a severe coughing fit. "One in every bunch! Remember Linda from last year? She was rude, and stupid to boot! And then Emily, the year before, with the acne?" She seemed quite frantic now, going so far as to reaching across the table and nearly throttling poor Annette, screaming; "One! Just one every year! Why do the authors DO this to us? Why? Why?" Needless, to say, this whole thing was unnoticed by everyone else, who were too busy drooling over Hope. All thirty-five of them.
"Er.Mae." Rily called to her friend, who was now in hysterics, "No need to get so upset, I mean, really, it's not like they're going to ruin your life or anything." Mae looked up at Rily, tears streaming down her face. "But how do you KNOW, Rily; how do you KNOW the writers won't feed me to werewolves or something? I couldn't bear it, I just couldn't!" Jennifer sighed understandingly.
"You won't, you belong to Legowen, no one else can use you without her permission, and she isn't going to get so far with this story as to kill you." At this Mae looked quite relieved, and released her deathgrip on Annette's shirt.
Glad that her friend was alright, Rily looked up, Smiling. Her smile faded a bit as she realized that the entire school had totally ignored her friend's breakdown, and she sighed. Why did the Mary-Sues have to be so popular? Shaking her head slightly, she scanned the room one last time, looking for any sign of acknowledgement that she existed. Excitement filled her as she saw one head turned her way, but the excitement faded as she saw who it was. It was Draco, but he noticed everything, so that wasn't really special. She gave him a nod of thanks anyway, glad even one original character, even if he was one that noticed everything, from what Harry was saying to what flies hovered over whose food plate, noticed her.
But her nod was never completed, because just then there were many screams, and a flash of brown-gray fur wove in and out of students.
It was a werewolf.
And it was headed straight for Mae.
The next morning, Rily woke up with the rising sun, though not entirely on her own. Two bunks over, a certain green chicken was screaming as if he was being strangled. It was actually quite possible he WAS being strangled, with the noise it was emitting. Stuffing her head back under her pillow, Rily gave a muffled shout. "Will you shut that thing UP?!" She screamed in the general direction of Jennifer's bed, and though the thick pillow she heard a rather muffled apology, which was followed shortly by a dull thud, one last scream from Smitty, and finally, blissful silence. But not for long.
"Up! UP!! GET UP!!" Rily's agitated alarm clock screeched from a few feet to the left of Rily's ear. Up until a few moments ago it had been looking as if its job could be skipped for a morning, but alas, its mistress had to go back to sleep.
"I SAID UP!!" it boomed with its magically enhanced voice, and the entire bedroom shot out of their beds, stumbling blindly about in search of their wits.
"That's better." The clock said in a prim little voice, and went back into its state of lifelessness.
Six switching staircases, five secret passages, four fake doors, three wandering sinkholes, two walls which was really hallways (just pretending), and a partridge in a pear tree later, the Ravenclaw girls were in the great hall eating breakfast.
Rily, naturally, sat next to Mae, at their customary spot at the end of the table, so that they were the least likely to be beset by Mary-Sues. To their great surprise, Jennifer Young sat with them. At their weird glances, she shrugged. "No clue who I'm to fall in love with an exchange loving glances with at breakfast yet, so I just thought I'd get a little more plot action and sit near the people who seem to be the main characters in this particular fic." She explained, and Mae nodded, impressed with Jennifer's apparent lack of Mary-Sue normalcy. "You sure you're a Mary-Sue?" Rily inquired, giving Smitty (who had accompanied Jennifer to breakfast, and was at the moment trying to eat the tablecloth. He was, however, failing miserably, as it kept jumping out of his way, upsetting cups and dishes) an odd look.
"Oh, yes." Jennifer assured her, rescuing the tablecloth by nonchalantly tossing Smitty out of a nearby window. "I've the horrific past and odd beauty to prove it. I'm just a bit weird. There's one in every bunch." Mae nearly choked on her bacon. "That's what I've been TELLING you!" she exclaimed to Rily after a severe coughing fit. "One in every bunch! Remember Linda from last year? She was rude, and stupid to boot! And then Emily, the year before, with the acne?" She seemed quite frantic now, going so far as to reaching across the table and nearly throttling poor Annette, screaming; "One! Just one every year! Why do the authors DO this to us? Why? Why?" Needless, to say, this whole thing was unnoticed by everyone else, who were too busy drooling over Hope. All thirty-five of them.
"Er.Mae." Rily called to her friend, who was now in hysterics, "No need to get so upset, I mean, really, it's not like they're going to ruin your life or anything." Mae looked up at Rily, tears streaming down her face. "But how do you KNOW, Rily; how do you KNOW the writers won't feed me to werewolves or something? I couldn't bear it, I just couldn't!" Jennifer sighed understandingly.
"You won't, you belong to Legowen, no one else can use you without her permission, and she isn't going to get so far with this story as to kill you." At this Mae looked quite relieved, and released her deathgrip on Annette's shirt.
Glad that her friend was alright, Rily looked up, Smiling. Her smile faded a bit as she realized that the entire school had totally ignored her friend's breakdown, and she sighed. Why did the Mary-Sues have to be so popular? Shaking her head slightly, she scanned the room one last time, looking for any sign of acknowledgement that she existed. Excitement filled her as she saw one head turned her way, but the excitement faded as she saw who it was. It was Draco, but he noticed everything, so that wasn't really special. She gave him a nod of thanks anyway, glad even one original character, even if he was one that noticed everything, from what Harry was saying to what flies hovered over whose food plate, noticed her.
But her nod was never completed, because just then there were many screams, and a flash of brown-gray fur wove in and out of students.
It was a werewolf.
And it was headed straight for Mae.
