Chapter Five
To Ms. Moon's glee and to Angelina's despite it took five whole hours for Angelina's face to be restored, and Ms. Moon only had to stick around and help for twenty minutes of that time. First Angelina's whole head had to be washed off in the sink (which her mother had to help with), then it had to be blow-dried for about an hour (Angelina's eyes will never be the same again) while her mother just lazed about, smiling. "My face feels like it's on fire!" Angelina cried. "What face?" her mother asked with a laugh. "You haven't got one anymore!" And it was true. Although Angelina still felt the same her face had completely melted away, and all that was left was her "headless" body. "This is a very cruel punishment!" Angelina grumbled as she aimed the blow- drier right at where her cheek bone had once been. "Oh," her mother said, shaking her head and grinning. "This is only the beginning, Love." After the hour of drying (or burning-which ever you prefer) her face, Angelina had to sit around and wait FOUR MORE hours for her face to return. It began with her lips, slowly materializing back where they belonged. "MY LIPS!" Angelina had cried, while watching her face in the little hand mirror she'd been carrying around everywhere. "Mum, look! Look! My lips are back!" Angelina raced out into the front room where her mother was lounging while reading her book. "Look, mum! I have lips again!" "So I've heard," Ms. Moon replied, waiting until she was at a good stopping place in her book before looking up. To Angelina's surprise her mother started cracking up when she raised her eyes. "What is so funny?" Angelina demanded, imitating her mother by placing her hands sternly on her hips. Ms. Moon covered her mouth as she tried to stifle her laughter. "Oh-ha-it's nothing Dear," she said, gasping for breath. "It's just your-your-" Angelina's mother started up again. "You're lips are just-just floating there in midair!" If Angelina had eyebrows she would have furrowed them then as she stomped up the stairs to her room, leaving her mother in tears on the sofa. Angelina sat down at her desk again, and because she couldn't see her face in the mirror she decided to work on her hair. How should she dress it for the first day back at school? Should she just wear it down? She decided to phone Georgie as she had nothing better to do. The phone rang twice before it was picked up. "Hello?" a very distant voice said, Angelina could barely even hear them. "Erm.hello, may I speak to Georgie?" Angelina asked. But the voice didn't replied. A few moments later they asked again, "Hello? Hel-lo! Is anyone there?" Angelina now recognized the voice as Mrs. Ly's, Georgie's mother. "Hi Mrs. Ly!" Angelina said. "It's me, Angelina! Is Georgia in?" "HELLO!" Mrs. Ly shouted. "IS ANYONE THERE?" Angelina raised her eyebrows; why on earth couldn't Mrs. Ly hear her? Had her voice suddenly vanished just as her face had? Then Angelina realized the obvious; Mrs. Ly had only used a muggle phone once or twice in her life, and didn't really know how to use one. Angelina took a deep breath and then shouted into the phone as loudly as she could. "MRS. LY, TURN YOUR PHONE AROUND!!!" "Huh?" Mrs. Ly asked, sounding very confused. But she must have finally realized she had been speaking into the ear piece and listening through the receiver because the next time she spoke Angelina could hear her much better. "Hello? Angelina? Is that you?" "Yes," Angelina said, smiling-but her smile was soon turned to a frown as she could hear her mother clunking up the stairs. "Angelina what on earth are you screaming for?" her mother cried. "Nothing Mum," Angelina replied. "I'm only phoning a friend." "Well keep it down, child! I'm trying to read!" And with that Angelina's mother closed her bedroom door and clunked down the stairs. "I'm sorry Mrs. Ly," Angelina said into the receiver. "My mum just came in to check up on me. So anyway, I was wondering if I could talk to Georgia?" "Oh yes, yes, Georgia's here," Mrs. Ly replied. Angelina could hear her set the phone down then call up the stairs. "Georgia! Georgia! Phone for you!" "I've got it.Stop calling me Georgia!" Georgie called back down. Angelina heard the sound of another phone being picked up and then the first being set back down. "Hello?" Georgie said, it sounded like she was chewing on something. "Hey Georgie, it's me," Angelina said, combing her hair back from her face. "Yeah, I know," Georgie said. "So what's up?" "Oh nothing," Angelina replied, she pulled her back into a ponytail and examined it with her invisible eyes. "Just another ordinary day in the Moon Household; my face vanished, my mum's mad at me, and I'm not sure how I should wear my hair tomorrow." "Exciting," Georgie said sarcastically. Angelina heard her swallow whatever it was she was eating and then pop something else in her mouth and start chewing very loudly again. "Very," Angelina replied, just as sarcastically. "So how are you going to wear your hair tomorrow?" "I dunno," Georgie replied. "I was thinking of wearing it in a half-pony but I'm not sure." "Well that would be cute, but then again everything is cute on you" Angelina said, she pulled her hair back out of the ponytail and let it fall over her invisible face. She laughed at herself in the mirror; now she was just hair and lips. "What are you laughing at?" Georgie asked suspiciously. "Are you laughing at me?" she swallowed again. "No," Angelina replied. "Just my ugly face. I wish George could see me now." "Well I wish I could see Fred and George now," Georgie replied. "Rumor has it they're both a lot taller now and much more handsome!" she giggled, then started chewing again. "Georgie, can I ask you a question?" Angelina asked. "You mean a second question? Sure," Georgie replied. "What in God's name are you eating woman!?" "One of Fred and George's candies," Georgie replied as-a-matter-of-factly. "I ordered them in the mail a month ago. My nose has been bleeding all day! It's such a laugh! Fred and George are pure geniuses! I'll bring some for you tomorrow." "Cool!" Angelina said. "I can't wait for tomorrow, we'll finally be on our way to school!" "Yeah," Georgie said in a dream-like voice. "I can't wait to start making trouble around that place again! Now that Fred and George are gone this year we have to be on full duty! I bought lots of stink pellets in the mail also, so for now we have plenty of ammo." "Wicked," Angelina said, smiling broadly and noticing that some of her teeth were still invisible. "So, who do you think will be the next Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" "I dunno," Georgie replied. "Maybe they'll hire the REAL Mad Eye Moody? If they do that would be cool; Fred and George really respected ol' Mad Eye!" Angelina laughed; anything Georgie ever seemed to think about always had something to do with Fred and George. "Oh my gosh!" Angelina screamed into the receiver. "OUCH!" Georgie cried. "What's going on over there?" "I'm sorry," Angelina said. "But you would scream to if your face started materializing after a day of being invisible." "Yeah, I'd scream in anger," Georgie said. "I think it would be awesome to have an invisible face!" "Not if your mum laughed at you about it," Angelina said, she was touching her nose and cheek, which were slowly reappearing. "Oh please, you know my mum! She wouldn't laugh, she'd scream!" Angelina smiled. "Yeah, but your mum wouldn't even own moron makeup in the first place." "Well that proves it!" Georgie said, imitating a detective's mysterious voice. "Now I finally have my proof that Chuckles is an alien from Uranus." "Oh please Georgie," Angelina said watching her eyes come back into view. "Not that five-year-old humor again!" "What, I can't refer to that planet as a bum any more?" Georgie asked. "Oh shut up!" Angelina cried, laughing. "Make me!" Georgie snapped, swallowing another candy. "Georgie." "What?" "Goodbye," Angelina hung up her phone and laughed again; Georgie was definitely the best friend a girl could ask for. As Angelina watched her eyes in the mirror she decided on leaving her hair down for the first day of school; looking casual would be attractive enough she supposed. She smiled as she stretched out over her bed and grabbed for another magazine. Life was good, life was very good.
To Ms. Moon's glee and to Angelina's despite it took five whole hours for Angelina's face to be restored, and Ms. Moon only had to stick around and help for twenty minutes of that time. First Angelina's whole head had to be washed off in the sink (which her mother had to help with), then it had to be blow-dried for about an hour (Angelina's eyes will never be the same again) while her mother just lazed about, smiling. "My face feels like it's on fire!" Angelina cried. "What face?" her mother asked with a laugh. "You haven't got one anymore!" And it was true. Although Angelina still felt the same her face had completely melted away, and all that was left was her "headless" body. "This is a very cruel punishment!" Angelina grumbled as she aimed the blow- drier right at where her cheek bone had once been. "Oh," her mother said, shaking her head and grinning. "This is only the beginning, Love." After the hour of drying (or burning-which ever you prefer) her face, Angelina had to sit around and wait FOUR MORE hours for her face to return. It began with her lips, slowly materializing back where they belonged. "MY LIPS!" Angelina had cried, while watching her face in the little hand mirror she'd been carrying around everywhere. "Mum, look! Look! My lips are back!" Angelina raced out into the front room where her mother was lounging while reading her book. "Look, mum! I have lips again!" "So I've heard," Ms. Moon replied, waiting until she was at a good stopping place in her book before looking up. To Angelina's surprise her mother started cracking up when she raised her eyes. "What is so funny?" Angelina demanded, imitating her mother by placing her hands sternly on her hips. Ms. Moon covered her mouth as she tried to stifle her laughter. "Oh-ha-it's nothing Dear," she said, gasping for breath. "It's just your-your-" Angelina's mother started up again. "You're lips are just-just floating there in midair!" If Angelina had eyebrows she would have furrowed them then as she stomped up the stairs to her room, leaving her mother in tears on the sofa. Angelina sat down at her desk again, and because she couldn't see her face in the mirror she decided to work on her hair. How should she dress it for the first day back at school? Should she just wear it down? She decided to phone Georgie as she had nothing better to do. The phone rang twice before it was picked up. "Hello?" a very distant voice said, Angelina could barely even hear them. "Erm.hello, may I speak to Georgie?" Angelina asked. But the voice didn't replied. A few moments later they asked again, "Hello? Hel-lo! Is anyone there?" Angelina now recognized the voice as Mrs. Ly's, Georgie's mother. "Hi Mrs. Ly!" Angelina said. "It's me, Angelina! Is Georgia in?" "HELLO!" Mrs. Ly shouted. "IS ANYONE THERE?" Angelina raised her eyebrows; why on earth couldn't Mrs. Ly hear her? Had her voice suddenly vanished just as her face had? Then Angelina realized the obvious; Mrs. Ly had only used a muggle phone once or twice in her life, and didn't really know how to use one. Angelina took a deep breath and then shouted into the phone as loudly as she could. "MRS. LY, TURN YOUR PHONE AROUND!!!" "Huh?" Mrs. Ly asked, sounding very confused. But she must have finally realized she had been speaking into the ear piece and listening through the receiver because the next time she spoke Angelina could hear her much better. "Hello? Angelina? Is that you?" "Yes," Angelina said, smiling-but her smile was soon turned to a frown as she could hear her mother clunking up the stairs. "Angelina what on earth are you screaming for?" her mother cried. "Nothing Mum," Angelina replied. "I'm only phoning a friend." "Well keep it down, child! I'm trying to read!" And with that Angelina's mother closed her bedroom door and clunked down the stairs. "I'm sorry Mrs. Ly," Angelina said into the receiver. "My mum just came in to check up on me. So anyway, I was wondering if I could talk to Georgia?" "Oh yes, yes, Georgia's here," Mrs. Ly replied. Angelina could hear her set the phone down then call up the stairs. "Georgia! Georgia! Phone for you!" "I've got it.Stop calling me Georgia!" Georgie called back down. Angelina heard the sound of another phone being picked up and then the first being set back down. "Hello?" Georgie said, it sounded like she was chewing on something. "Hey Georgie, it's me," Angelina said, combing her hair back from her face. "Yeah, I know," Georgie said. "So what's up?" "Oh nothing," Angelina replied, she pulled her back into a ponytail and examined it with her invisible eyes. "Just another ordinary day in the Moon Household; my face vanished, my mum's mad at me, and I'm not sure how I should wear my hair tomorrow." "Exciting," Georgie said sarcastically. Angelina heard her swallow whatever it was she was eating and then pop something else in her mouth and start chewing very loudly again. "Very," Angelina replied, just as sarcastically. "So how are you going to wear your hair tomorrow?" "I dunno," Georgie replied. "I was thinking of wearing it in a half-pony but I'm not sure." "Well that would be cute, but then again everything is cute on you" Angelina said, she pulled her hair back out of the ponytail and let it fall over her invisible face. She laughed at herself in the mirror; now she was just hair and lips. "What are you laughing at?" Georgie asked suspiciously. "Are you laughing at me?" she swallowed again. "No," Angelina replied. "Just my ugly face. I wish George could see me now." "Well I wish I could see Fred and George now," Georgie replied. "Rumor has it they're both a lot taller now and much more handsome!" she giggled, then started chewing again. "Georgie, can I ask you a question?" Angelina asked. "You mean a second question? Sure," Georgie replied. "What in God's name are you eating woman!?" "One of Fred and George's candies," Georgie replied as-a-matter-of-factly. "I ordered them in the mail a month ago. My nose has been bleeding all day! It's such a laugh! Fred and George are pure geniuses! I'll bring some for you tomorrow." "Cool!" Angelina said. "I can't wait for tomorrow, we'll finally be on our way to school!" "Yeah," Georgie said in a dream-like voice. "I can't wait to start making trouble around that place again! Now that Fred and George are gone this year we have to be on full duty! I bought lots of stink pellets in the mail also, so for now we have plenty of ammo." "Wicked," Angelina said, smiling broadly and noticing that some of her teeth were still invisible. "So, who do you think will be the next Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" "I dunno," Georgie replied. "Maybe they'll hire the REAL Mad Eye Moody? If they do that would be cool; Fred and George really respected ol' Mad Eye!" Angelina laughed; anything Georgie ever seemed to think about always had something to do with Fred and George. "Oh my gosh!" Angelina screamed into the receiver. "OUCH!" Georgie cried. "What's going on over there?" "I'm sorry," Angelina said. "But you would scream to if your face started materializing after a day of being invisible." "Yeah, I'd scream in anger," Georgie said. "I think it would be awesome to have an invisible face!" "Not if your mum laughed at you about it," Angelina said, she was touching her nose and cheek, which were slowly reappearing. "Oh please, you know my mum! She wouldn't laugh, she'd scream!" Angelina smiled. "Yeah, but your mum wouldn't even own moron makeup in the first place." "Well that proves it!" Georgie said, imitating a detective's mysterious voice. "Now I finally have my proof that Chuckles is an alien from Uranus." "Oh please Georgie," Angelina said watching her eyes come back into view. "Not that five-year-old humor again!" "What, I can't refer to that planet as a bum any more?" Georgie asked. "Oh shut up!" Angelina cried, laughing. "Make me!" Georgie snapped, swallowing another candy. "Georgie." "What?" "Goodbye," Angelina hung up her phone and laughed again; Georgie was definitely the best friend a girl could ask for. As Angelina watched her eyes in the mirror she decided on leaving her hair down for the first day of school; looking casual would be attractive enough she supposed. She smiled as she stretched out over her bed and grabbed for another magazine. Life was good, life was very good.