This chapter is from the POV of Pansy Parkinson... each chapter will be in the POV of a different character
(pov= point of view)
Chapter Two: Fork in a Neck...literally.
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As the gust of wind came in, I felt myself knocked off the bench. I didn't think the wind so powerful, yet it felt familiar...I let out a scream of surprise. A second later the lights came on again and what I saw made me scream again. Goyle's head was bent the way Nearly
Headless Nick's normally is - a 90 degree angle, lying on the table top. As I stood up and looked over the heads of the students behind me, I saw several Ravenclaws and Gryffindors stand on their tables for a better view. I then looked back down at Goyle to see a large fork sticking out of his neck. As I let out another scream, students and professors started running over. I felt myself being pushed away by Saint Potty, the Weasel, and the Mudblood. Potter then looked at me and asked, "What happened?"
How could he be so stupid? Look ahead Potter!
"Well...HE GOT HIS NECK SNAPPED!!!!" I snapped.
I then looked over to my love Draco. His fair skin was lighter than usual, he looked as though he was at a complete loss for words.
"Oh my god...Dumbledore- look at Goyle"
I looked over towards the sound of the voice and saw that Professor Snape had just arrived at the table with some other professors. I heard a loud thud and looked over at Crabbe, who had passed out with a piece of cake in his mouth. I then looked back up at and I saw Snape's typical frown
deepen; his eyebrows raised.
"Students!" Dumbledore's voice boomed. "Calm down and
*please* SIT in
your places. We need to sort this ordeal out."
The students grumbled and started to shuffle towards their designated seats. I looked down at my bench place, and stared from it, to Goyle's body. I couldn't move. But, then I saw Dumbledore turn to me; he pat his clammy hand on my shoulder. I shuddered slightly under his touch.
"It's all right, dear. You don't have to sit here...Go with Poppy and she'll tend to you," he said calmly.
I then followed Madam Pomfrey, past all of the students and to the doors of the hall. When we got to the doors, she seemed to be having a problem opening them. She yanked and yanked, but still nothing happened. Hagrid noticed this and walked over to try and help her, but the doors still wouldn't budge. I scowled, finally regaining some composure.
"What in the bloody hell? Open the door, you oaf!"
I growled. Hagrid just shook his head, pretending not to hear me, but Madam Pomfrey started to scold me about my mouth. ("This is an Educational Institution! Your foul mouth will not be tolerated!") Blah, blah...What a loud woman! I mean, one of my "friends" just died. You would think she'd be more considerate. Bitch. Unfortunately, this wasn't the end. A loud cackle was heard from outside the doors. The sound resounded through the whole hall. I shuddered again as it the temperature dropped suddenly in the room. It felt as though Dementors were nearing. I unconsciously backed against the door, wondering what the hell was wrong with this school.
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Authors Note:
Woo, chapter two complete! Make sure to check out the site: http://www.geocities.com/willroyisourbitch/home.html . We're starting detective teams! Join with a group of friends and see if you can finish first! Oh, and see that button that says "Submit Review"? Click it! REVIEWS OR NOTHING! ;) The next chapter will be longer with lots of twists and turns..hehe...Okay doke..REVIEW PEOPLE! ^_~ No flames, but constructive
criticism is allowed.
(pov= point of view)
Chapter Two: Fork in a Neck...literally.
_____________
As the gust of wind came in, I felt myself knocked off the bench. I didn't think the wind so powerful, yet it felt familiar...I let out a scream of surprise. A second later the lights came on again and what I saw made me scream again. Goyle's head was bent the way Nearly
Headless Nick's normally is - a 90 degree angle, lying on the table top. As I stood up and looked over the heads of the students behind me, I saw several Ravenclaws and Gryffindors stand on their tables for a better view. I then looked back down at Goyle to see a large fork sticking out of his neck. As I let out another scream, students and professors started running over. I felt myself being pushed away by Saint Potty, the Weasel, and the Mudblood. Potter then looked at me and asked, "What happened?"
How could he be so stupid? Look ahead Potter!
"Well...HE GOT HIS NECK SNAPPED!!!!" I snapped.
I then looked over to my love Draco. His fair skin was lighter than usual, he looked as though he was at a complete loss for words.
"Oh my god...Dumbledore- look at Goyle"
I looked over towards the sound of the voice and saw that Professor Snape had just arrived at the table with some other professors. I heard a loud thud and looked over at Crabbe, who had passed out with a piece of cake in his mouth. I then looked back up at and I saw Snape's typical frown
deepen; his eyebrows raised.
"Students!" Dumbledore's voice boomed. "Calm down and
*please* SIT in
your places. We need to sort this ordeal out."
The students grumbled and started to shuffle towards their designated seats. I looked down at my bench place, and stared from it, to Goyle's body. I couldn't move. But, then I saw Dumbledore turn to me; he pat his clammy hand on my shoulder. I shuddered slightly under his touch.
"It's all right, dear. You don't have to sit here...Go with Poppy and she'll tend to you," he said calmly.
I then followed Madam Pomfrey, past all of the students and to the doors of the hall. When we got to the doors, she seemed to be having a problem opening them. She yanked and yanked, but still nothing happened. Hagrid noticed this and walked over to try and help her, but the doors still wouldn't budge. I scowled, finally regaining some composure.
"What in the bloody hell? Open the door, you oaf!"
I growled. Hagrid just shook his head, pretending not to hear me, but Madam Pomfrey started to scold me about my mouth. ("This is an Educational Institution! Your foul mouth will not be tolerated!") Blah, blah...What a loud woman! I mean, one of my "friends" just died. You would think she'd be more considerate. Bitch. Unfortunately, this wasn't the end. A loud cackle was heard from outside the doors. The sound resounded through the whole hall. I shuddered again as it the temperature dropped suddenly in the room. It felt as though Dementors were nearing. I unconsciously backed against the door, wondering what the hell was wrong with this school.
_______
Authors Note:
Woo, chapter two complete! Make sure to check out the site: http://www.geocities.com/willroyisourbitch/home.html . We're starting detective teams! Join with a group of friends and see if you can finish first! Oh, and see that button that says "Submit Review"? Click it! REVIEWS OR NOTHING! ;) The next chapter will be longer with lots of twists and turns..hehe...Okay doke..REVIEW PEOPLE! ^_~ No flames, but constructive
criticism is allowed.