CH8
The Big Bang
A.N:Ok I just now figured this out...italics don't show up in my story when I post them on fanfiction so from now on when a character is thinking something it will come up like this....'thought' ~~~ see little commas..ok thanks for all your reviews. And can be used to express that something is bold.etc
Hogwarts was nearly empty two days after the Yule Ball. Nearly all, but a handful of kids had stayed for the holidays. Even Laurelle had left to go visit her parents. Stacey was spending her holiday being tutored by some of the professors in different subjects. Monday was potions, Tuesday Herbology, Wednesday Care of Magical Creatures, and Thursday was Divinations. Personally she only liked Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology. The rest she could have cared less for. Potions was spent being yelled at by Severus for not chopping up her ingredients right or blowing something else up, however she was improving. Divination wasn't any better, the teacher kept predicting her death and saying that she was a curse to the school and would bring Hogwarts to its end. In her opion the teacher was a fake and couldn't foresee herself out of a paper bag if she tried.
Stacey's holiday wasn't going so well. When she did have free time she had managed to get lost on several occasions and had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting with the bloody baron who did nothing but call her a pathetic American slut. She made a mental note not to ask him for directions 'ever' again. Thankfully the break was almost over and the students would be returning soon. She couldn't wait to start teaching again, even though she only had one full day of teaching so far she enjoyed it immensely.
Today was a Saturday and since she had already made out the class plans for a week, made her way down to the staff room with a cup of that horrible coffee and a poetry book. It was one of the millions she owned. She wasn't a big book worm, but the one thing that did hold her interest was a good poetry book. As she walked in she noticed that the staff room was empty. Oh glory be, no Lockhart, Snape, or any other teacher who would attempt to bother or ask her questions. She could finally have one calm and peaceful morning to herself. Spotting an empty seat near the window she ran over and plopped herself into the soft leather chair put her coffee down and took out and began to read her book.
As Stacey was finally getting settled into her book the door flew open and in stomped a very angry Severus followed by a flustered Trelawney holding up some tarot cards. Well there goes her peaceful morning, figures it should be ruined by the two who she least wanted to see.
"But she's a danger to us all! The cards tell me! Severus you have to do something, warn Albus." Pleaded Trelawney.. he just glared at her.
"We have to get rid of her. She must leave Hogwarts."
"The only one who needs to leave Hogwarts is you, now stop being petty and get out of my way!" This was too much. Stacey stood up and slammed her book on the floor. Severus and Trelawney both became quite and looked at her like she had grown two heads.
"WOULD THE TWO OF YOU JUST PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Trelawney was about to say something, but Stacey haled her hand up to silence her "You!" She pointed at Trelawney "Just please shut up! Your predictions are WRONG! Stop saying I'm some threat when I'm not! You couldn't foresee yourself out of a paper bag! JUST GO!" She pointed at the door. Sibyll stuck her nose in the air and left. 'Good ridens to bad rubbish'. She stared at Severus who just looked at her and then sat back down. She picked up her book and began to read again. Curiosity got the better of him and Severus walked to the opposite chair and sat down to stared at the title of her book.
"Muggel Poetry?" Stacey lowered her book to look at him
"Yes, do you read it?"
He gave a snort "No, it's utter nonsense." He gestured to the book "It's nothing but riddles and fluff." Her jaw dropped. How could he call it fluff? Most poems expressed grief or sorrow, but not "Fluff" "Miss Vitale, your not a fish!"
"You know you're wrong. Poetry is an expression of feeling and is meant to be read in-between the lines."
"Oh and how so?"
"Well, if you'll allow me to read one I'll explain." He gave a look of dissatisfaction but gave a nod and she began to flip threw the pages, She came cross a poem that was titled "How to be happy" but thought aginst it. She didn't want to risk that chance that he might get up and throw the book into the fire place. Finally she came upon a poem that might just get her point across. She cleared her throat and began
You don't have to tell how you live each day,
You don't have to say if you work or play,
A tired, true barometer serves in your place
However you live, it will show in your face.
The false, the deceit you bear in your heart
Will not stay inside where it first got a start,
For sinew and blood are a thin vile of lace,
What you wear in your heart you wear in your face.
If life is unselfish, if for others you live
For not what you get, but how much you can give,
If you live close to God, in his infinite grace,
You don't have to tell it, it shows in your face.
When Stacey was done she looked up from her book only to find he was un amused. Obviously Severus Snape was not a poetry man, but she bet if it was written by a witch or wizard he would have at least attempted to look amused. Well at least she didn't get her book thrown into the fire, although she was willing to bet that it crossed his mind once or twice during the past moment.
"Well aren't you going to say anything?" She said impatiently.
"Will you be teaching this in Muggel Studies?"
"Yes, why?"
"I suggest you reconsider that plan."
"What's wrong with teaching it!?"
"Oh, my apologies I was under the impression that you wanted your Students to remain awake in class." he said musingly
"Why you...I can't believe... the nerve." She was somewhat at a loss for words. Mainly because she couldn't find anything rotten enough to call him. Severus was lucky that she wasn't a witch, Stacey would have probably whipped out a wand and threw every curse and hex in the book at him, but still that wouldn't stop her from throwing something else at him. Grabbing the book in her right hand, she attempted to chuck it as hard as she could at his head. Quickly she whipped the book back and was going to launch it but when she did the book wasn't in her hands anymore. 'Where did it go?'
"Ah, muggel poetry. One of my favorite things about the muggel world." Said a voice from behind her. Standing there looking like his usually stupid self was Lockhart holding her book and quickly flipping threw the pages. Well this was a new revelation; Gilidory read muggel poetry? Add that to the very short list of good things about Gilidory. "All the world's a play and the men and woman are actors." Ok, scratch that...He's a complete moron. Clearing her throat she regained his attention again and corrected his mistake.
"Acutely it's 'All the world's a stage, and the men and woman are merely players." Blushing, he closed the book.
"Oh, yes right, I really must be going now." In attempting to make a quick exit Gilidory made the mistake of tossing Stacey her book and missing, instead of her catching it, it landed in the fire beside her. That was a dumb move as he soon found out while dodging a tea cup being thrown at his head.
It was only the morning and already several bad things had happened. Sitting back in her chair she noticed the smirk on Severs's face. 'Great what is he laughing at?' she wondered. What was the infamous Severus Snape planning in that scary head of his? Probably a witty remark or rude comment wouldn't surprise her. Acutely it would be acting out of character for him if he didn't say something rude or snide. He graceful got out of his seat and made his way to leave the staff room but not before having a little fun while the mood was still right.
"You know Stacey, muggel poetry may not make for very good reading, but it makes nice fire wood." before she could react he quickly left the room so as to get out of the line of fire. She would get him back anyway during her karate lesson. Speaking of lessons she noted that she was late for her Divinations class and made a hasty retreat out the door.
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Running to the Northern tower, she managed to make it to the staircase that lead upward into the den of the ranting loony. She knew exactly what was going to take place when she got up there. More of that stupid crystal ball reading and staring into the bottom of a teacup looking at tea leaves. She couldn't figure out what the tea leaves were suppose to do exactly, they just kinda sat there looking soggy. Besides she never believed in that crystal ball crap anyway. Stacey's powers in Divination were reading tarot cards and having the ability to see auras. She could read people's emotions and get a good idea of there personality from there auras. Although she never mentioned this to Trelawney for obvious reasons. This was something that Stacey wanted to keep to herself, after all Divinations wasn't something that was taken to very well anyway.
Climbing up the staircase she entered a hot and incenses filled room. Glancing over to the other side of the room she noticed that Sibyl was in some sort of "deep" meditation. Knowing not to disturb her she went to a desk and took a seat by the window. After all the more time she wasted the less she had to deal with Trelawney.
"Ah child I could tell you were coming down the hall. Your dark aura can be sensed by me."
"My aura is not dark." she muttered trying to control her anger.
"So you say, but I know the truth you cannot hid it from me. Even if you are able to hide it from Albus." Stacey couldn't think of anything to say, this dammed woman was once again making her life more difficult. What bothered her though was why she was even keeping this act up. The rest of the staff had assured her that Sibyll would get over it in a couple of days. Well it's been a couple of weeks and now she was on the breaking point. This was nothing new for her, all of her divination classes started out like this. Thinking of nothing else to do Stacey stared at her in hopes that Trelawney would self combust and vanish off the face of the earth. Sibyll seemed to since that and promptly stood up to walk to the desk that Stacey was sitting at." Today you will be learning how to meditate; I sense that your third eye is clouded by your aura. You must meditate and therefore clear your mind. Then meaby you'll be able to see that dark shadow that seems to be hovering over you."
She was doing it again, wishing that the bloody woman in front of her would just blow up. "If I do this can I leave?" After a moment of silence Sibyll gave a solemn nod and gestured for Stacey to follow her around the table to a pile of pillows. The pillows where of different colors and designs. Some in yellow, orange and red, while others were purple, teal, and pink. Stacey watched as she strolled a few feet in front of her to stand next to the pillows then she began to give the instructions.
"You will mediate here for half an hour. I will be giving instructions while you are deep in thought. Hopefully that little aura problem of yours can be solved." Rolling her eyes in frustration she stomped over to the pile of pillows and sat in Indian style as she closed her eyes and began to concentrate. "Now open your mind, Let the good thoughts pour in and the evil come out" 'Evil? What the hell was she trying to get at?'
"I want you to release the evil that is built up inside of you."
Stacey could feel her temper rising.
"Miss. Vitale you're not releasing!"
That was the breaking point
"Meaby I was right. I don't think you are able to releas....."
"That's it! I'm sorry but I can't take it anymore! Just shut up! You have no idea what you're talking about. It seems to me that the only thing you are is some bracelet wearing perfume loving freak! Why don't you just do this school a favor and jump out that doo.." When she pointed at the door she was cut off in mid sentence, there was a loud bang and what once was the door was now nothing but a pile of splinters." What the hell?" When Stacey recovered she glanced at Trelawney who might I add was still in shock.
"My-my-my-door!"
"Umm uh well thanks for the lesson. Yea real sorry 'bout your door, umm it might be an improvement. You can air out the room...ok well bye see ya." She said this as fast as she could while gathering up her things and went down the latter so fast that she skipped more then half the steps. There was no was she was going to stick around and end up in the hospital ward The last thing she needed was to have a limb broken or her skull cracked open from a glass perfume bottle. It seemed though that Trelawney recovered quicker then she would have thought because as she was rounding a corner a loud and shrill voice could be heard.
"STACEY! I'M REPORTING THIS TO DUMBLEDORE....YOUR EVIL WILL NOT PLAGUE THE SCHOOL!" With that said Stacey made a mental note to perhaps stay away from divinations class for awhile.
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"You know Stacey, I'm sure it couldn't have been that bad." Said Laurelle to a very worried and bothered Stacey. It had been several weeks since her accident in divinations class and still no one could come up wit an explanation as to how it blew up. This left her very bothered and confused, doors don't blow up by themselves although the stair cases did move from time to time, but then again they didn't blow up now did they? She knew she didn't do it, but obviously someone forgot to tell that to Trelawney. She still accused Stacey for turning her door into cinder wood even though Dumbledore told her that it was impossible for such a person to accomplish this task. Now she found herself with the only person she could talk to since everyone else had dismissed it as a bug problem.
"Laurelle, The damn door is in a million pieces." Stacey watched as her best friend paced back and forth in her room trying to think of an explanation.
"Meaby everyone is right. Stac it could have just been a bug problem."
"Please, let me know what kind of insect is made of T.N.T. The door blew up! Bugs don't blow things up!"
"I don't know what else to tell you."
"Well lie and say that there was no door there to begin with."
"There was no door there to begin with, Stacey. It was all in your head and you just imagined the door shatter into a zillion pieces." Stacey gave her a small smile.
"Some friend you are. You know It's times like this I wish I were back in Jersey, away from the exploding doors and atomic bugs."
"Stac, I wouldn't worry to much about it anyway, strange things always happen around here. It was probably just Peeves getting back at you for ignoring him. You know how he can be after all. Besides, Valentines day is in a few more weeks and...." Stacey gave her a stern look and Laurelle stopped mid sentence. She never liked Valentines Day, it was always too mushy and usually gave her a headache. If it wasn't for all the people being miserable on this holiday she would have probably hated it a little less. "Don't you like Valentines Day?"
"Are you crazy? What's there to like? I see the same thing every year. People crying, flowers that give you a headache, and not to mention that some people become so diluted that the world around them disappears. Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if someone walked out into the middle of the street and...."
"You know a simple NO would have been ok."
"Sorry, meaby your right. Ok here is what I'll do. I'll ignore it for now, but if one more thing blows up I'm not going to rub it off as a "bug" problem."
"Well duhh."
"What's that suppose to mean humm?" She crossed her arms to her chest.
"Oh gee look at the time I really must be going! See you later Stac."
"Laurelle." Laurelle ignored her and made a quick dash out the door. Stacey followed her to the door way and yelled at her retreating back. "YOU KNOW YOUR USELESS RIGHT?" She gave a giggle as Laurelle, not seeing where she was going because she was now walking backwards, smacked into a door and hitting her head lightly aginst it.
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A.N: This has to be one of the most boring chapters I have ever written.. Well of corse it is a Transitional Chapter so it's not really meant to be to detailed... Keep up your reviews and let me know what you think.. The next chapter I have to say is one of the best I've written and your going to want to see this..
The Big Bang
A.N:Ok I just now figured this out...italics don't show up in my story when I post them on fanfiction so from now on when a character is thinking something it will come up like this....'thought' ~~~ see little commas..ok thanks for all your reviews. And can be used to express that something is bold.etc
Hogwarts was nearly empty two days after the Yule Ball. Nearly all, but a handful of kids had stayed for the holidays. Even Laurelle had left to go visit her parents. Stacey was spending her holiday being tutored by some of the professors in different subjects. Monday was potions, Tuesday Herbology, Wednesday Care of Magical Creatures, and Thursday was Divinations. Personally she only liked Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology. The rest she could have cared less for. Potions was spent being yelled at by Severus for not chopping up her ingredients right or blowing something else up, however she was improving. Divination wasn't any better, the teacher kept predicting her death and saying that she was a curse to the school and would bring Hogwarts to its end. In her opion the teacher was a fake and couldn't foresee herself out of a paper bag if she tried.
Stacey's holiday wasn't going so well. When she did have free time she had managed to get lost on several occasions and had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting with the bloody baron who did nothing but call her a pathetic American slut. She made a mental note not to ask him for directions 'ever' again. Thankfully the break was almost over and the students would be returning soon. She couldn't wait to start teaching again, even though she only had one full day of teaching so far she enjoyed it immensely.
Today was a Saturday and since she had already made out the class plans for a week, made her way down to the staff room with a cup of that horrible coffee and a poetry book. It was one of the millions she owned. She wasn't a big book worm, but the one thing that did hold her interest was a good poetry book. As she walked in she noticed that the staff room was empty. Oh glory be, no Lockhart, Snape, or any other teacher who would attempt to bother or ask her questions. She could finally have one calm and peaceful morning to herself. Spotting an empty seat near the window she ran over and plopped herself into the soft leather chair put her coffee down and took out and began to read her book.
As Stacey was finally getting settled into her book the door flew open and in stomped a very angry Severus followed by a flustered Trelawney holding up some tarot cards. Well there goes her peaceful morning, figures it should be ruined by the two who she least wanted to see.
"But she's a danger to us all! The cards tell me! Severus you have to do something, warn Albus." Pleaded Trelawney.. he just glared at her.
"We have to get rid of her. She must leave Hogwarts."
"The only one who needs to leave Hogwarts is you, now stop being petty and get out of my way!" This was too much. Stacey stood up and slammed her book on the floor. Severus and Trelawney both became quite and looked at her like she had grown two heads.
"WOULD THE TWO OF YOU JUST PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Trelawney was about to say something, but Stacey haled her hand up to silence her "You!" She pointed at Trelawney "Just please shut up! Your predictions are WRONG! Stop saying I'm some threat when I'm not! You couldn't foresee yourself out of a paper bag! JUST GO!" She pointed at the door. Sibyll stuck her nose in the air and left. 'Good ridens to bad rubbish'. She stared at Severus who just looked at her and then sat back down. She picked up her book and began to read again. Curiosity got the better of him and Severus walked to the opposite chair and sat down to stared at the title of her book.
"Muggel Poetry?" Stacey lowered her book to look at him
"Yes, do you read it?"
He gave a snort "No, it's utter nonsense." He gestured to the book "It's nothing but riddles and fluff." Her jaw dropped. How could he call it fluff? Most poems expressed grief or sorrow, but not "Fluff" "Miss Vitale, your not a fish!"
"You know you're wrong. Poetry is an expression of feeling and is meant to be read in-between the lines."
"Oh and how so?"
"Well, if you'll allow me to read one I'll explain." He gave a look of dissatisfaction but gave a nod and she began to flip threw the pages, She came cross a poem that was titled "How to be happy" but thought aginst it. She didn't want to risk that chance that he might get up and throw the book into the fire place. Finally she came upon a poem that might just get her point across. She cleared her throat and began
You don't have to tell how you live each day,
You don't have to say if you work or play,
A tired, true barometer serves in your place
However you live, it will show in your face.
The false, the deceit you bear in your heart
Will not stay inside where it first got a start,
For sinew and blood are a thin vile of lace,
What you wear in your heart you wear in your face.
If life is unselfish, if for others you live
For not what you get, but how much you can give,
If you live close to God, in his infinite grace,
You don't have to tell it, it shows in your face.
When Stacey was done she looked up from her book only to find he was un amused. Obviously Severus Snape was not a poetry man, but she bet if it was written by a witch or wizard he would have at least attempted to look amused. Well at least she didn't get her book thrown into the fire, although she was willing to bet that it crossed his mind once or twice during the past moment.
"Well aren't you going to say anything?" She said impatiently.
"Will you be teaching this in Muggel Studies?"
"Yes, why?"
"I suggest you reconsider that plan."
"What's wrong with teaching it!?"
"Oh, my apologies I was under the impression that you wanted your Students to remain awake in class." he said musingly
"Why you...I can't believe... the nerve." She was somewhat at a loss for words. Mainly because she couldn't find anything rotten enough to call him. Severus was lucky that she wasn't a witch, Stacey would have probably whipped out a wand and threw every curse and hex in the book at him, but still that wouldn't stop her from throwing something else at him. Grabbing the book in her right hand, she attempted to chuck it as hard as she could at his head. Quickly she whipped the book back and was going to launch it but when she did the book wasn't in her hands anymore. 'Where did it go?'
"Ah, muggel poetry. One of my favorite things about the muggel world." Said a voice from behind her. Standing there looking like his usually stupid self was Lockhart holding her book and quickly flipping threw the pages. Well this was a new revelation; Gilidory read muggel poetry? Add that to the very short list of good things about Gilidory. "All the world's a play and the men and woman are actors." Ok, scratch that...He's a complete moron. Clearing her throat she regained his attention again and corrected his mistake.
"Acutely it's 'All the world's a stage, and the men and woman are merely players." Blushing, he closed the book.
"Oh, yes right, I really must be going now." In attempting to make a quick exit Gilidory made the mistake of tossing Stacey her book and missing, instead of her catching it, it landed in the fire beside her. That was a dumb move as he soon found out while dodging a tea cup being thrown at his head.
It was only the morning and already several bad things had happened. Sitting back in her chair she noticed the smirk on Severs's face. 'Great what is he laughing at?' she wondered. What was the infamous Severus Snape planning in that scary head of his? Probably a witty remark or rude comment wouldn't surprise her. Acutely it would be acting out of character for him if he didn't say something rude or snide. He graceful got out of his seat and made his way to leave the staff room but not before having a little fun while the mood was still right.
"You know Stacey, muggel poetry may not make for very good reading, but it makes nice fire wood." before she could react he quickly left the room so as to get out of the line of fire. She would get him back anyway during her karate lesson. Speaking of lessons she noted that she was late for her Divinations class and made a hasty retreat out the door.
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Running to the Northern tower, she managed to make it to the staircase that lead upward into the den of the ranting loony. She knew exactly what was going to take place when she got up there. More of that stupid crystal ball reading and staring into the bottom of a teacup looking at tea leaves. She couldn't figure out what the tea leaves were suppose to do exactly, they just kinda sat there looking soggy. Besides she never believed in that crystal ball crap anyway. Stacey's powers in Divination were reading tarot cards and having the ability to see auras. She could read people's emotions and get a good idea of there personality from there auras. Although she never mentioned this to Trelawney for obvious reasons. This was something that Stacey wanted to keep to herself, after all Divinations wasn't something that was taken to very well anyway.
Climbing up the staircase she entered a hot and incenses filled room. Glancing over to the other side of the room she noticed that Sibyl was in some sort of "deep" meditation. Knowing not to disturb her she went to a desk and took a seat by the window. After all the more time she wasted the less she had to deal with Trelawney.
"Ah child I could tell you were coming down the hall. Your dark aura can be sensed by me."
"My aura is not dark." she muttered trying to control her anger.
"So you say, but I know the truth you cannot hid it from me. Even if you are able to hide it from Albus." Stacey couldn't think of anything to say, this dammed woman was once again making her life more difficult. What bothered her though was why she was even keeping this act up. The rest of the staff had assured her that Sibyll would get over it in a couple of days. Well it's been a couple of weeks and now she was on the breaking point. This was nothing new for her, all of her divination classes started out like this. Thinking of nothing else to do Stacey stared at her in hopes that Trelawney would self combust and vanish off the face of the earth. Sibyll seemed to since that and promptly stood up to walk to the desk that Stacey was sitting at." Today you will be learning how to meditate; I sense that your third eye is clouded by your aura. You must meditate and therefore clear your mind. Then meaby you'll be able to see that dark shadow that seems to be hovering over you."
She was doing it again, wishing that the bloody woman in front of her would just blow up. "If I do this can I leave?" After a moment of silence Sibyll gave a solemn nod and gestured for Stacey to follow her around the table to a pile of pillows. The pillows where of different colors and designs. Some in yellow, orange and red, while others were purple, teal, and pink. Stacey watched as she strolled a few feet in front of her to stand next to the pillows then she began to give the instructions.
"You will mediate here for half an hour. I will be giving instructions while you are deep in thought. Hopefully that little aura problem of yours can be solved." Rolling her eyes in frustration she stomped over to the pile of pillows and sat in Indian style as she closed her eyes and began to concentrate. "Now open your mind, Let the good thoughts pour in and the evil come out" 'Evil? What the hell was she trying to get at?'
"I want you to release the evil that is built up inside of you."
Stacey could feel her temper rising.
"Miss. Vitale you're not releasing!"
That was the breaking point
"Meaby I was right. I don't think you are able to releas....."
"That's it! I'm sorry but I can't take it anymore! Just shut up! You have no idea what you're talking about. It seems to me that the only thing you are is some bracelet wearing perfume loving freak! Why don't you just do this school a favor and jump out that doo.." When she pointed at the door she was cut off in mid sentence, there was a loud bang and what once was the door was now nothing but a pile of splinters." What the hell?" When Stacey recovered she glanced at Trelawney who might I add was still in shock.
"My-my-my-door!"
"Umm uh well thanks for the lesson. Yea real sorry 'bout your door, umm it might be an improvement. You can air out the room...ok well bye see ya." She said this as fast as she could while gathering up her things and went down the latter so fast that she skipped more then half the steps. There was no was she was going to stick around and end up in the hospital ward The last thing she needed was to have a limb broken or her skull cracked open from a glass perfume bottle. It seemed though that Trelawney recovered quicker then she would have thought because as she was rounding a corner a loud and shrill voice could be heard.
"STACEY! I'M REPORTING THIS TO DUMBLEDORE....YOUR EVIL WILL NOT PLAGUE THE SCHOOL!" With that said Stacey made a mental note to perhaps stay away from divinations class for awhile.
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"You know Stacey, I'm sure it couldn't have been that bad." Said Laurelle to a very worried and bothered Stacey. It had been several weeks since her accident in divinations class and still no one could come up wit an explanation as to how it blew up. This left her very bothered and confused, doors don't blow up by themselves although the stair cases did move from time to time, but then again they didn't blow up now did they? She knew she didn't do it, but obviously someone forgot to tell that to Trelawney. She still accused Stacey for turning her door into cinder wood even though Dumbledore told her that it was impossible for such a person to accomplish this task. Now she found herself with the only person she could talk to since everyone else had dismissed it as a bug problem.
"Laurelle, The damn door is in a million pieces." Stacey watched as her best friend paced back and forth in her room trying to think of an explanation.
"Meaby everyone is right. Stac it could have just been a bug problem."
"Please, let me know what kind of insect is made of T.N.T. The door blew up! Bugs don't blow things up!"
"I don't know what else to tell you."
"Well lie and say that there was no door there to begin with."
"There was no door there to begin with, Stacey. It was all in your head and you just imagined the door shatter into a zillion pieces." Stacey gave her a small smile.
"Some friend you are. You know It's times like this I wish I were back in Jersey, away from the exploding doors and atomic bugs."
"Stac, I wouldn't worry to much about it anyway, strange things always happen around here. It was probably just Peeves getting back at you for ignoring him. You know how he can be after all. Besides, Valentines day is in a few more weeks and...." Stacey gave her a stern look and Laurelle stopped mid sentence. She never liked Valentines Day, it was always too mushy and usually gave her a headache. If it wasn't for all the people being miserable on this holiday she would have probably hated it a little less. "Don't you like Valentines Day?"
"Are you crazy? What's there to like? I see the same thing every year. People crying, flowers that give you a headache, and not to mention that some people become so diluted that the world around them disappears. Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if someone walked out into the middle of the street and...."
"You know a simple NO would have been ok."
"Sorry, meaby your right. Ok here is what I'll do. I'll ignore it for now, but if one more thing blows up I'm not going to rub it off as a "bug" problem."
"Well duhh."
"What's that suppose to mean humm?" She crossed her arms to her chest.
"Oh gee look at the time I really must be going! See you later Stac."
"Laurelle." Laurelle ignored her and made a quick dash out the door. Stacey followed her to the door way and yelled at her retreating back. "YOU KNOW YOUR USELESS RIGHT?" She gave a giggle as Laurelle, not seeing where she was going because she was now walking backwards, smacked into a door and hitting her head lightly aginst it.
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A.N: This has to be one of the most boring chapters I have ever written.. Well of corse it is a Transitional Chapter so it's not really meant to be to detailed... Keep up your reviews and let me know what you think.. The next chapter I have to say is one of the best I've written and your going to want to see this..
