Magic Beyond Magic (34)
By: Wolfwood's Illegitimate Daughters (a.k.a: Cay and Krissie)
Dedicated to Terry Pratchett, who would either be very proud of our random-ness... ... ...or very, very, *very* scared.
Disclaimer: We don't own most of the things mentioned herein. For example, Hamunaptra belongs to the Egyptians, and they don't think we'd do good at ruling it, so it's not ours. We only attend NCS, not own or fund or what have you. And we don't own Harry Potter, either, not that he's mentioned yet...but we don't own the Weasley name, either. And unless we get richer than the Queen of England, we won't have enough to buy any of it from J. K. Rowling. So deal with it! We're just borrowing, anyway. Nothing wrong with that, right? Right? Right. I mean, eventually, we'll return it...maybe a little broken or something, but mostly whole...
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"Title"
Two kids were sitting in the principal's office, trying their hardest to look innocent, which was difficult, considering they were in the principal's office.
"Weasley, Grewal, you may come in now."
Kristen growled, and said as sweetly as she could muster, "It's Kucera."
Meanwhile, Heim was giggling, trying hard to not laugh out loud. This earned her a mean look ftrom Krissie, and a disporving stare from the principal, the combination of the two making her laugh out loud.
(I have no clue what happens next.)
The two followed the principal into his office, and he motioned for them to sit down.
"Thank you, Lady Bracknell, but I prefer standing (40)," Heim said as she sat down.
Krissie raised an eyebrow, and moved her chair away. Heim, by now used to this treatment, said nothing.
"So..." said the principal.
"A needle pulling thread," Krissie retorted.
The two girls broke out into song.
"La...a note to follow Soh...
Tea...a drink with jam and bread...
That will bring us back to Doh!
Doh, Re, Mi, Fa, Soh, La, Ti, Doh!
Doe...a deer, a fem--"
"Girls, that's enough," said the principal, "we are here to discuss you two blowing up Hell (1)."
"Hey, we were doing the school a favor!" Heim cut him off.
"Yeah!" Krissie had to agree because...well...yeah.
"Well, as much of a favor as it was, we still have to punish you. I understand you have done this before."
At the same moment both Krissie and Heim pointed at each other and said, "that was all her fault!"
"Really, I had no part in it...that time," Heim exclaimed.
"Do you swear?" asked the principal.
"Every damn day."
"No, that's not what I meant--"
"I know what you meant. Hamunaptra, City of the Dead, Seti's place..."
Krissie realized that if she didn't do something, it would all be blamed on her.
"I was sick that day!"
"Really? Then why were you at school?"
"I was still ill. I was out a whole day before that!"
"Liar."
"Pimp," Krissie said at the same time Heim said, "whore."
"What's your point?" they said, again at the same time.
The two glared at each other for a moment, until the principal broke in.
"That's it! I've had it! You two do this every week! We're running out of K-wing (2)! You're both expelled!"
"Oh, great. That on top of moving to Scotland," Heim muttered.
"...then...why does it matter that we were expelled?" Krissie inquired.
"I...don't know," Heim said, reminisient of Homer Simpson.
"Neither do I," Krissie said, "thus, I asked you. Not me, you. My (3) doesn't know, either."
"It's the princple of the thing?"
"Get out! Get out now! Save yourselves!" the principal screamed, eyes bugging out, veins twitching, y'know, the whole nine yards.
Heim looked at Krissie. Krissie looked at Heim. The two regarded each other momentarily until Heim broke the "silence."
"What got into him?" she asked, not really puzzled.
Krissie shrugged. "As frell should I know."
The two gathered their things and left campus, walking off into their sun-set at noon.
"Ow! Damn, that hurt!" they cried as they hit the plastic sun hanging in the middle of the quad (4).
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Notes:
1: Hell is biology class at NCS
2: K-wing is where all the science classes are at NCS
3:My is pronounced "me." VietNamese name.
4: We go to an artsy school, so yeah. The sun is a set. Get it? ::rimshot::
5-33 will be explained later
34: Heim thought up the title just now...then? There? What? It was smart when we thought about it!
35-39 will be explained later
40: See "The Importence of Being Earnest," no longer playing at NCS PFAA! Why didn't you see it? Why? Honestly, don't you people support the arts? Don't answer, just buy tickets and see shows.
By: Wolfwood's Illegitimate Daughters (a.k.a: Cay and Krissie)
Dedicated to Terry Pratchett, who would either be very proud of our random-ness... ... ...or very, very, *very* scared.
Disclaimer: We don't own most of the things mentioned herein. For example, Hamunaptra belongs to the Egyptians, and they don't think we'd do good at ruling it, so it's not ours. We only attend NCS, not own or fund or what have you. And we don't own Harry Potter, either, not that he's mentioned yet...but we don't own the Weasley name, either. And unless we get richer than the Queen of England, we won't have enough to buy any of it from J. K. Rowling. So deal with it! We're just borrowing, anyway. Nothing wrong with that, right? Right? Right. I mean, eventually, we'll return it...maybe a little broken or something, but mostly whole...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Title"
Two kids were sitting in the principal's office, trying their hardest to look innocent, which was difficult, considering they were in the principal's office.
"Weasley, Grewal, you may come in now."
Kristen growled, and said as sweetly as she could muster, "It's Kucera."
Meanwhile, Heim was giggling, trying hard to not laugh out loud. This earned her a mean look ftrom Krissie, and a disporving stare from the principal, the combination of the two making her laugh out loud.
(I have no clue what happens next.)
The two followed the principal into his office, and he motioned for them to sit down.
"Thank you, Lady Bracknell, but I prefer standing (40)," Heim said as she sat down.
Krissie raised an eyebrow, and moved her chair away. Heim, by now used to this treatment, said nothing.
"So..." said the principal.
"A needle pulling thread," Krissie retorted.
The two girls broke out into song.
"La...a note to follow Soh...
Tea...a drink with jam and bread...
That will bring us back to Doh!
Doh, Re, Mi, Fa, Soh, La, Ti, Doh!
Doe...a deer, a fem--"
"Girls, that's enough," said the principal, "we are here to discuss you two blowing up Hell (1)."
"Hey, we were doing the school a favor!" Heim cut him off.
"Yeah!" Krissie had to agree because...well...yeah.
"Well, as much of a favor as it was, we still have to punish you. I understand you have done this before."
At the same moment both Krissie and Heim pointed at each other and said, "that was all her fault!"
"Really, I had no part in it...that time," Heim exclaimed.
"Do you swear?" asked the principal.
"Every damn day."
"No, that's not what I meant--"
"I know what you meant. Hamunaptra, City of the Dead, Seti's place..."
Krissie realized that if she didn't do something, it would all be blamed on her.
"I was sick that day!"
"Really? Then why were you at school?"
"I was still ill. I was out a whole day before that!"
"Liar."
"Pimp," Krissie said at the same time Heim said, "whore."
"What's your point?" they said, again at the same time.
The two glared at each other for a moment, until the principal broke in.
"That's it! I've had it! You two do this every week! We're running out of K-wing (2)! You're both expelled!"
"Oh, great. That on top of moving to Scotland," Heim muttered.
"...then...why does it matter that we were expelled?" Krissie inquired.
"I...don't know," Heim said, reminisient of Homer Simpson.
"Neither do I," Krissie said, "thus, I asked you. Not me, you. My (3) doesn't know, either."
"It's the princple of the thing?"
"Get out! Get out now! Save yourselves!" the principal screamed, eyes bugging out, veins twitching, y'know, the whole nine yards.
Heim looked at Krissie. Krissie looked at Heim. The two regarded each other momentarily until Heim broke the "silence."
"What got into him?" she asked, not really puzzled.
Krissie shrugged. "As frell should I know."
The two gathered their things and left campus, walking off into their sun-set at noon.
"Ow! Damn, that hurt!" they cried as they hit the plastic sun hanging in the middle of the quad (4).
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Notes:
1: Hell is biology class at NCS
2: K-wing is where all the science classes are at NCS
3:My is pronounced "me." VietNamese name.
4: We go to an artsy school, so yeah. The sun is a set. Get it? ::rimshot::
5-33 will be explained later
34: Heim thought up the title just now...then? There? What? It was smart when we thought about it!
35-39 will be explained later
40: See "The Importence of Being Earnest," no longer playing at NCS PFAA! Why didn't you see it? Why? Honestly, don't you people support the arts? Don't answer, just buy tickets and see shows.
