Here is my new chapperiffic chapdiddly-dooh-dah chapter!
Honourable (and not-so-honourable) mentions:
lana-la-banana: you don't get it. I don't think Mary-Sue's are stupid. I LOVE THEM. Bring them on. I just love making fun of them too.
Valentia: Well, at least SOMEONE likes it!
Insulted deeply: Shutup. Just shutup, because I have three words for you, as well as some more to come. I'VE CHANGED IT. I have changed what I wrote, and I don't bloody well need my review-reading time wasted by people just telling me what someone else has. It is NOT a diary of mine, as my name is not Chloe, I do not write serious Mary-Sue's, and I HAVE CHANGED WHAT I WROTE! I can't change the past, but I have CHANGED WHAT I WROTE. Good for you if you have friends or siblings that have disorders or a different sexual preference. Wow. Want a medal? I HAVE CHANGED IT! Sorry to those people that actually review telling me things different to what someone else has. I'm sorry for this outburst. But that was just the last straw. I HAVE CHANGED IT. What the hell can I do about it now I've changed it? Tell me what I can do, and I'll do it. Just don't come crying to me about something that I'VE CHANGED. Bloody hell. Sorry. Bloody fricking hell. Again, Sorry for the outburst. Sorry. Sorry. BUT NOT SORRY TO INSULTED DEEPLY, BECAUSE I HAVE CHANGED THE WORDS! Sorry. Oh, and another thing? My story is *and I quote * 'not interesting at all'? Well, if you read it, but just ignored the bits that I HAVE CHANGED, then you'll find it is quite interesting. Well, that's what my reviewers tell me, and if you see the majority of the reviews, then you would know that my story is, in truth, rather interesting. Sorry. I think I just lost about half my reviewers disgusted by my outburst at Insulted Deeply. Don't stop reviewing, though! I'm sorry! But not to Insulted Deeply.
LJ Fan: well, sort of. You got it a bit right. But still, he got a vampire for her, and that is what matters most.
Aberforthlover: you like it, truly ruly? Oh, stop, you'll make me blush!
Dave the L's gal: Yeah, I think my subconscious stole that line. But I didn't mean to!
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When Summer got back to her hotel room, she noticed that Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix, had come to her room and dropped a letter and parcel on her bed, before going back up to the wardrobe to wait for her return. She walked over to it and wondered aloud why it had waited, and Fawkes, seeming to understand, flew down to the letter and pecked at it, showing that it wanted Summer to read it. She picked up the letter and started to read.
Dear Summer,
I am writing to ask you how you are going, whether you have gotten the tongue or not. I have enclosed a potion of which I hope you will find useful, it is a potion to make the drinker more agreeable. I do not know how this will work for vampires and the like, but I have made it reasonably strong by human standards. You must merely splash this potion onto a vampire's skin for it to take action. Be alert, prepared and ready for anything, as, like I said, I do not know how this will work on a vampire. Have fun!
Hoping to see you in the near future,
Dumbledore.
Summer opened the parcel and found a small bottle of deep blue liquid inside. She wrote back a short note saying that she had had no luck so far, but was still looking. She was just about to tie it to Fawkes's leg, when she had a brainwave.
"Fawkes, can you wait for me to come back, I have to go to the shop for a second . . ."
And she ran out of the hotel, down the street, and to the nearest store. It was a magical supplies shop, but as it was the only shop she knew of in these parts, it would have to do. She scoured the many shelves and racks until she found what she were looking for.
"Excuse me?" She said (in German) to the shop assistant, a pale faced girl with many piercings on her face, chewing gum, "Do these tortillas do anything . . . magical?" She asked. (This is in German, I would write it in German, but I don't know German, and I don't think you do either. Excuse me if you do.)
"Nup, they just house ya gen'ral fillin's for a ordinar' burrito. Now, 'ere we have some other ones, 'ere's some that dance, 'ere's some that fill 'emselves, and 'ere's the ones that eat 'emselves. Perfec' for dieters."
"Right. Now, how much is a pack of these ordinary ones?" Summer asked clearly, trying to force some civilisation into this girl.
"Ten sickles."
"Right, then I'll have forty packets."
The salesgirl looked kind of shocked but went into the back room for extra tortillas. She came back out and laid them on the counter. Summer paid (I'm too lazy to work out the actual total, if anyone would like to work it out, tell me in a review and I'll change it and put you [yes, you] into the story somehow. Soz if that's not much of an incentive . . . I know I wouldn't do all that maths work just to be in a Mary-Sue!) and started to walk back, swinging her bag happily. At least by sending the tortillas to Dumbledore, SOME people could eat them. Before she got back to the hotel, she heard someone urgently hiss her name.
"Summer! Summer! Over here!" It was Xaeropedo, standing in an alleyway. He was beckoning her over, and she ran over to him.
"What is it, X?"
"Please, call me Xaero. I have no taste for initials." He said, rather sternly.
"Whatever, what is it?" She asked.
"I have something for you . . ." And he led her over to a door in the end of the alley, and opened it. There was a vampire, strapped down to the table in there. "You needed a part of vampire, you said, and I . . ." He started, but Summer jumped up and down, squealing with excitement, before hugging Xaero, still jumping. He was rather disgruntled by this, but didn't show it.
"I didn't need that agreeing potion thing after all . . ." She murmured as she took out her athemae and walked over to the table. The vampire on the table scowled, hissed and screeched, but Summer didn't care, nor was she frightened. Xaero walked over and put a pair of pliers into the vampire's mouth, the same kind as Dumbledore used on Lupin. Summer closed her eyes, remembering that horrible night, and stretched out the vampire's tongue. She put the athemae right at the back of his throat and cut it off. The vampire screamed so loud it shook the walls, but before anyone could run down to see what all the commotion was about, Xaero had grabbed a stake and plunged it into the vampire's chest. Summer's hands were covered in blood and she wrapped the tongue in white cloth before putting it into her bag. She washed her hands at a tap over in the corner, and then walked back over to Xaero.
"Thank you so much . . . how can I ever repay you?" She said breathlessly.
"Well . . . now I have destroyed two of my own kind, the others will never let me back in the forest . . ." He said, taking her hand. "So, I am asking you now, as a friend, to let me return to Britain with you."
Summer was shocked. If this vampire liked her, as she suspected, she didn't want him finding out about her and Harry, or he might kill them both. But she couldn't turn him down, not now he had helped her so much.
"Can I write to Dumbledore first? See if it's ok with him?" Summer asked. "Because, he's headmaster of the school I go to, and I guess it's up to him whether you come with or not . . ." She trailed off, walking toward the exit. Can I meet you here when I get a reply owl? Say . . . tomorrow at six?"
Xaero nodded and she left the room, carrying the bag of tortillas with regret at ever meeting him. *It would have been so much easier, if I had met another, weaker vampire, and just got his tongue. I wish Cerylatid had stopped Xaero coming to me. But what can I do about it now? * She thought, walking up the wooden stairs to her hotel room. She crumpled up the letter she had first written, and started to write another one.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
It's been smashing here. It's really sunny, but I haven't had time to check out much. I found a vampire in the forest behind the Sparky Wand, his name's Xaero, but I didn't get his tongue. Then another vampire came and tried to bite me, but Xaero saved me. Then, only a few minutes ago, he got a vampire for me so I could cut out its tongue. Now, since his friends won't let him back in the forest, he wants to go back to Hogwarts with me. He could live in the forest or something, aren't there other vampire's in there? Anyway, it's all up to you, reply quickly, because I said I'd tell him your answer at six tomorrow.
Later, Summer.
P.S. I have enclosed forty packets of burrito tortillas, with fifty tortillas each. You do the math.
She re-read it twice before tying it to Fawkes's leg, along with a big package of two thousand tortillas. She then lay down for a restless sleep, dreaming of vampires eating burittos.
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Yes, it's short. I wanted to post something. Shoot me. Even better, review.
Honourable (and not-so-honourable) mentions:
lana-la-banana: you don't get it. I don't think Mary-Sue's are stupid. I LOVE THEM. Bring them on. I just love making fun of them too.
Valentia: Well, at least SOMEONE likes it!
Insulted deeply: Shutup. Just shutup, because I have three words for you, as well as some more to come. I'VE CHANGED IT. I have changed what I wrote, and I don't bloody well need my review-reading time wasted by people just telling me what someone else has. It is NOT a diary of mine, as my name is not Chloe, I do not write serious Mary-Sue's, and I HAVE CHANGED WHAT I WROTE! I can't change the past, but I have CHANGED WHAT I WROTE. Good for you if you have friends or siblings that have disorders or a different sexual preference. Wow. Want a medal? I HAVE CHANGED IT! Sorry to those people that actually review telling me things different to what someone else has. I'm sorry for this outburst. But that was just the last straw. I HAVE CHANGED IT. What the hell can I do about it now I've changed it? Tell me what I can do, and I'll do it. Just don't come crying to me about something that I'VE CHANGED. Bloody hell. Sorry. Bloody fricking hell. Again, Sorry for the outburst. Sorry. Sorry. BUT NOT SORRY TO INSULTED DEEPLY, BECAUSE I HAVE CHANGED THE WORDS! Sorry. Oh, and another thing? My story is *and I quote * 'not interesting at all'? Well, if you read it, but just ignored the bits that I HAVE CHANGED, then you'll find it is quite interesting. Well, that's what my reviewers tell me, and if you see the majority of the reviews, then you would know that my story is, in truth, rather interesting. Sorry. I think I just lost about half my reviewers disgusted by my outburst at Insulted Deeply. Don't stop reviewing, though! I'm sorry! But not to Insulted Deeply.
LJ Fan: well, sort of. You got it a bit right. But still, he got a vampire for her, and that is what matters most.
Aberforthlover: you like it, truly ruly? Oh, stop, you'll make me blush!
Dave the L's gal: Yeah, I think my subconscious stole that line. But I didn't mean to!
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When Summer got back to her hotel room, she noticed that Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix, had come to her room and dropped a letter and parcel on her bed, before going back up to the wardrobe to wait for her return. She walked over to it and wondered aloud why it had waited, and Fawkes, seeming to understand, flew down to the letter and pecked at it, showing that it wanted Summer to read it. She picked up the letter and started to read.
Dear Summer,
I am writing to ask you how you are going, whether you have gotten the tongue or not. I have enclosed a potion of which I hope you will find useful, it is a potion to make the drinker more agreeable. I do not know how this will work for vampires and the like, but I have made it reasonably strong by human standards. You must merely splash this potion onto a vampire's skin for it to take action. Be alert, prepared and ready for anything, as, like I said, I do not know how this will work on a vampire. Have fun!
Hoping to see you in the near future,
Dumbledore.
Summer opened the parcel and found a small bottle of deep blue liquid inside. She wrote back a short note saying that she had had no luck so far, but was still looking. She was just about to tie it to Fawkes's leg, when she had a brainwave.
"Fawkes, can you wait for me to come back, I have to go to the shop for a second . . ."
And she ran out of the hotel, down the street, and to the nearest store. It was a magical supplies shop, but as it was the only shop she knew of in these parts, it would have to do. She scoured the many shelves and racks until she found what she were looking for.
"Excuse me?" She said (in German) to the shop assistant, a pale faced girl with many piercings on her face, chewing gum, "Do these tortillas do anything . . . magical?" She asked. (This is in German, I would write it in German, but I don't know German, and I don't think you do either. Excuse me if you do.)
"Nup, they just house ya gen'ral fillin's for a ordinar' burrito. Now, 'ere we have some other ones, 'ere's some that dance, 'ere's some that fill 'emselves, and 'ere's the ones that eat 'emselves. Perfec' for dieters."
"Right. Now, how much is a pack of these ordinary ones?" Summer asked clearly, trying to force some civilisation into this girl.
"Ten sickles."
"Right, then I'll have forty packets."
The salesgirl looked kind of shocked but went into the back room for extra tortillas. She came back out and laid them on the counter. Summer paid (I'm too lazy to work out the actual total, if anyone would like to work it out, tell me in a review and I'll change it and put you [yes, you] into the story somehow. Soz if that's not much of an incentive . . . I know I wouldn't do all that maths work just to be in a Mary-Sue!) and started to walk back, swinging her bag happily. At least by sending the tortillas to Dumbledore, SOME people could eat them. Before she got back to the hotel, she heard someone urgently hiss her name.
"Summer! Summer! Over here!" It was Xaeropedo, standing in an alleyway. He was beckoning her over, and she ran over to him.
"What is it, X?"
"Please, call me Xaero. I have no taste for initials." He said, rather sternly.
"Whatever, what is it?" She asked.
"I have something for you . . ." And he led her over to a door in the end of the alley, and opened it. There was a vampire, strapped down to the table in there. "You needed a part of vampire, you said, and I . . ." He started, but Summer jumped up and down, squealing with excitement, before hugging Xaero, still jumping. He was rather disgruntled by this, but didn't show it.
"I didn't need that agreeing potion thing after all . . ." She murmured as she took out her athemae and walked over to the table. The vampire on the table scowled, hissed and screeched, but Summer didn't care, nor was she frightened. Xaero walked over and put a pair of pliers into the vampire's mouth, the same kind as Dumbledore used on Lupin. Summer closed her eyes, remembering that horrible night, and stretched out the vampire's tongue. She put the athemae right at the back of his throat and cut it off. The vampire screamed so loud it shook the walls, but before anyone could run down to see what all the commotion was about, Xaero had grabbed a stake and plunged it into the vampire's chest. Summer's hands were covered in blood and she wrapped the tongue in white cloth before putting it into her bag. She washed her hands at a tap over in the corner, and then walked back over to Xaero.
"Thank you so much . . . how can I ever repay you?" She said breathlessly.
"Well . . . now I have destroyed two of my own kind, the others will never let me back in the forest . . ." He said, taking her hand. "So, I am asking you now, as a friend, to let me return to Britain with you."
Summer was shocked. If this vampire liked her, as she suspected, she didn't want him finding out about her and Harry, or he might kill them both. But she couldn't turn him down, not now he had helped her so much.
"Can I write to Dumbledore first? See if it's ok with him?" Summer asked. "Because, he's headmaster of the school I go to, and I guess it's up to him whether you come with or not . . ." She trailed off, walking toward the exit. Can I meet you here when I get a reply owl? Say . . . tomorrow at six?"
Xaero nodded and she left the room, carrying the bag of tortillas with regret at ever meeting him. *It would have been so much easier, if I had met another, weaker vampire, and just got his tongue. I wish Cerylatid had stopped Xaero coming to me. But what can I do about it now? * She thought, walking up the wooden stairs to her hotel room. She crumpled up the letter she had first written, and started to write another one.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
It's been smashing here. It's really sunny, but I haven't had time to check out much. I found a vampire in the forest behind the Sparky Wand, his name's Xaero, but I didn't get his tongue. Then another vampire came and tried to bite me, but Xaero saved me. Then, only a few minutes ago, he got a vampire for me so I could cut out its tongue. Now, since his friends won't let him back in the forest, he wants to go back to Hogwarts with me. He could live in the forest or something, aren't there other vampire's in there? Anyway, it's all up to you, reply quickly, because I said I'd tell him your answer at six tomorrow.
Later, Summer.
P.S. I have enclosed forty packets of burrito tortillas, with fifty tortillas each. You do the math.
She re-read it twice before tying it to Fawkes's leg, along with a big package of two thousand tortillas. She then lay down for a restless sleep, dreaming of vampires eating burittos.
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Yes, it's short. I wanted to post something. Shoot me. Even better, review.