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Chapter five:
The werewolf drew closer to Mae, yellowed fangs dripping froth in anticipation of the kill. It's eyes, alight with dark glee, were fixed on her. Nothing would stop it.
"HEY!" objected Rily, "It's broad daylight! There are no werewolves in broad daylight! It's not even a full moon tonight!"
Suddenly, the werewolf disappeared, and from somewhere above her keyboard, Legowen cursed. Mae looked about to explode.
"You BITCH!" she screamed to the author, "You tried to KILL me! How DARE YOU!? That is IT! I am out of this chapter! I'm going to the library. I mean, common room." And she did.
"Well, that was odd." Jennifer commented, all the while trying to shove Smitty back out of the window through which he was valiantly trying to return. After a few moments, Jennifer gave up, and with a triumphant cluck, Smitty began to try to swallow the water pitcher.
"What does he eat?" Rily asked, more to herself than Jennifer, but the odd- colored girl answered anyway.
"Dead stories," She said matter-of-factly, "There are lots of them around here, he just has some trouble finding them." Rily did not bother commenting.
~*~*~*~*
After the mail arrived, it was time to go to classes.
"What do we have first?" Rily asked Jennifer, who was mulling over the schedule. She suddenly looked rather surprised.
"Nothing actually. Nothing, all day. It's just the Griffindors who have all the classes. It says here; 'go to the library. Do not come out until appointed time, and then wander around the halls as if you are going somewhere..' Oh! Wait, we do have a class. Third year charms with the Griffindors. How very odd." Rily blinked in disbelief.
"Let me see that," she beckoned to Jennifer, who handed her the slip of paper. It was true. They were to stay in the library until passing period, and then just sort of wander around as if they were going to class, to create a more "believable" look, until just after noon when they were to have Charms.
"Wonderful!" said Rily, "Now I can learn the spells I WANT to, instead of just what the teachers want to teach us. Very good. Let's go." So, gathering their books, they left for the library.
~*~*~*~
The day was fairly uneventful, until the time came to go to charms. The Ravenclaws arrived before everyone and quickly opened their books to the page indicated by the magic chalkboard, which was currently playing tic-tac- toe with itself in an unused corner. Professor Flitwick appeared just as the Griffindors did, and promptly began class.
"Alright, everyone!" he squeaked from his stack of books, "I assume everyone has read the pages on the board?" he pointed to the indicated numbers (page 1-1 1/2), and everyone nodded.
He smiled. "Well, then. Can someone tell me the proper wand movement for the flattening charm?" immediately Hermione raised her hand.
"Excuse me, professor," said a shy voice from the back. "I believe it is a figure-eight movement?" the entire class turned to look at one of the Mary-Sues, a beautiful blond with a musical voice. She was immeadiately asked out by several Ravenclaws, but she declined, staring wistfully at Harry.
"Correct!" squealed Flitwick "3 million points to Griffindor!" the blond fluttered her eyelashes modestly.
"Know-it-all" someone hissed at Hermione, who suddenly burst into tears and ran out of the room. Hope (all thirty-five) stood up.
"Oh!" they said, looking concerned, "how could you people?" and all proceeded to rush out of the room after her.
The room looked suddenly empty as Harry and Ron rushed out after them, and then the other Mary-Sues after them. And lastly Hunter, simply because.
"Er..well." Flitwick began lamely. "I suppose we should read or something?"
Chapter five:
The werewolf drew closer to Mae, yellowed fangs dripping froth in anticipation of the kill. It's eyes, alight with dark glee, were fixed on her. Nothing would stop it.
"HEY!" objected Rily, "It's broad daylight! There are no werewolves in broad daylight! It's not even a full moon tonight!"
Suddenly, the werewolf disappeared, and from somewhere above her keyboard, Legowen cursed. Mae looked about to explode.
"You BITCH!" she screamed to the author, "You tried to KILL me! How DARE YOU!? That is IT! I am out of this chapter! I'm going to the library. I mean, common room." And she did.
"Well, that was odd." Jennifer commented, all the while trying to shove Smitty back out of the window through which he was valiantly trying to return. After a few moments, Jennifer gave up, and with a triumphant cluck, Smitty began to try to swallow the water pitcher.
"What does he eat?" Rily asked, more to herself than Jennifer, but the odd- colored girl answered anyway.
"Dead stories," She said matter-of-factly, "There are lots of them around here, he just has some trouble finding them." Rily did not bother commenting.
~*~*~*~*
After the mail arrived, it was time to go to classes.
"What do we have first?" Rily asked Jennifer, who was mulling over the schedule. She suddenly looked rather surprised.
"Nothing actually. Nothing, all day. It's just the Griffindors who have all the classes. It says here; 'go to the library. Do not come out until appointed time, and then wander around the halls as if you are going somewhere..' Oh! Wait, we do have a class. Third year charms with the Griffindors. How very odd." Rily blinked in disbelief.
"Let me see that," she beckoned to Jennifer, who handed her the slip of paper. It was true. They were to stay in the library until passing period, and then just sort of wander around as if they were going to class, to create a more "believable" look, until just after noon when they were to have Charms.
"Wonderful!" said Rily, "Now I can learn the spells I WANT to, instead of just what the teachers want to teach us. Very good. Let's go." So, gathering their books, they left for the library.
~*~*~*~
The day was fairly uneventful, until the time came to go to charms. The Ravenclaws arrived before everyone and quickly opened their books to the page indicated by the magic chalkboard, which was currently playing tic-tac- toe with itself in an unused corner. Professor Flitwick appeared just as the Griffindors did, and promptly began class.
"Alright, everyone!" he squeaked from his stack of books, "I assume everyone has read the pages on the board?" he pointed to the indicated numbers (page 1-1 1/2), and everyone nodded.
He smiled. "Well, then. Can someone tell me the proper wand movement for the flattening charm?" immediately Hermione raised her hand.
"Excuse me, professor," said a shy voice from the back. "I believe it is a figure-eight movement?" the entire class turned to look at one of the Mary-Sues, a beautiful blond with a musical voice. She was immeadiately asked out by several Ravenclaws, but she declined, staring wistfully at Harry.
"Correct!" squealed Flitwick "3 million points to Griffindor!" the blond fluttered her eyelashes modestly.
"Know-it-all" someone hissed at Hermione, who suddenly burst into tears and ran out of the room. Hope (all thirty-five) stood up.
"Oh!" they said, looking concerned, "how could you people?" and all proceeded to rush out of the room after her.
The room looked suddenly empty as Harry and Ron rushed out after them, and then the other Mary-Sues after them. And lastly Hunter, simply because.
"Er..well." Flitwick began lamely. "I suppose we should read or something?"
