Ha. Hahahahaha. I'm just in a really hypo mood right now, so here is the
next chapter.
Oh, and to everyone that thinks Mary-Sues suck: I DON'T GIVE A FLYING BANANA COVERED IN HORSE DOODOO'S WITH A HALFPENCE ON THE SIDE WITH EXTRA FRIES AND MAYONNAISE WHAT YOU THINK!
The article mentioned in this chapter is from the February 2004 issue of Dolly, page 60. I have just summarised basically what it says.
Ahem. On with the show!
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Summer woke up from her strange dream to find Fawkes waiting patiently by her bedside.
"Hey Fawkes. Have you got my reply?" Summer asked. Fawkes trilled and nodded towards a letter on her bedside table. She picked it up and red what Dumbledore had to say.
Dear Summer,
I think that this vampire to add to our forest is a splendid idea, as very few vampires are willing to help out magical peoples, so we could find out much about their species from this Xaeropedo. Thank you for the tortillas, everyone in school loved them. I have booked you a flight that leaves today at 2pm, so you'd better get packing. I'll see you when you return, with the vampire tongue! Hurrah!
From Dumbledore.
(T/A/N: Hurrah? What the hell is that about?)
Summer looked at her watch. She had overslept and it was 12.30pm already. She grabbed a quick burrito from the fridge and started throwing things haphazardly into her pink glittery suitcase.
"Oh no, I said I'd meet with Xaero at 6pm, I'm gonna be gone by then . . ." She said as she raced out of the hotel. "Xaero?" She called out. There was no answer. "Oh bugger . . ." She turned around and Xaeropedo was standing there, looking suspicious.
"Why have you come early?" He asked.
"Because the plane leaves at two!" She said quickly. "We've got to hurry, Dumbledore says you can come with me!" She said happily. Xaeropedo was just looking happy in an evil sort of way.
"No, my little ray of sunshine. (T/A/N: AAAAARGH!) You will not be going anywhere soon." He said, with the same evil smile on his face.
"But . . . why not?"
"Because, I am going to turn you into a vampire. Then I will put the vampire's curse on you, which will never let you leave this forest . . . you will spend your days here, searching for someone to bite. Try to leave and you will be struck down by lightning. This is your fate I have chosen for you. I have not tasted magical blood in so, so long," He said, looking at her neck. Summer panicked.
"SHIT!" She screamed.
"Potty mouth you have!" Xaeropedo scolded.
"Sorry!" She said, before punching him in the face and running for her life. She ran up to her hotel room and finished packing, before going over to her room's fireplace, throwing some of her floo powder onto the fire, and shouting "Remus Lupin! Come here!"
Lupin stepped out of the fireplace in a swirl of ash and smoke, brushing himself off calmly.
"Yes?"
"I need you to take me back to the airport, now!" She said urgently.
"What's the rush?"
"I'm being . . . erm . . . chased by a vampire . . ." She said.
"Let's go then!" he said, rushing her out of the hotel and into the street. They swiftly walked down the street and called for a taxi. Summer looked around and saw Xaero stepping into the hotel she had just come out of. She jumped into the taxi so fast she bashed her head on the top of the car. She sat down in the back; Lupin got into the front seat, and told the driver to go to the airport.
"Oh my god, I am so glad we're here. He can't have followed me all the way here." Summer said, putting her bags onto the baggage conveyor belt thingummyjig.
"We've still got 45 minutes, what do you want to do?" He asked.
"I want to go to that newsagent, I'm in need of a good Cosmo mag, I haven't read one in ages . . ." She said, leaving Lupin to his own devices. (T/A/N: notice how Mary-Sue, coming from a magical background, is always hip and with it with all the muggle magazines and TV shows? Like, I read this one where this chick had bewitched her TV and video and dvd players and all that electric shit to work at Hogwarts, and she and Hermione stayed up late every night watching her Lizzie Maguire tapes. OH MY GOD.)
When she got there, however, there were no Cosmo's; just crappy twelve-year- old girl magazines like Dolly and Girlfriend. She bought the Dolly one and went off to read it. She laughed at all the stupid things in there, such as a 28 day 'get over him' guide. Lupin found her at the departure lounge and asked what she was reading.
"This is so stupid, like, what guy is so much that you need a whole month just to get over him?"
"What does it say?" He asked.
"Okay. This is basically what is says.
Day one. Cry.
Day two. Get your mum's advice.
Day three. Write a teary diary entry.
Day four. He doesn't want you back. Get over it.
Day five. Eat. That's really awesome advice to the obese kids of today!
Day six. Exercise.
Day seven. Spend all day on the couch watching videos.
Day eight. Don't call him.
Day nine. Call your friends. That's what I'd do on day one! This is so dumb!
Day ten. Pamper yourself.
Day eleven. Talk about it with chicks that have also been recently dumped. That'll just make all of you feel worse!
Day twelve. Meet him on neutral territory, look hot, and say something that will make him wonder why he let you go.
Day thirteen. Cry.
Day fourteen. It's fully over now, so cry again.
Day fifteen. Exercise.
Day sixteen. Forget about anything that reminds you of him.
Day seventeen. Focus on stuff other than him.
Day eighteen. Have a girl's night out. As if the little eleven-year-olds that read this are even allowed out past eight anyways!
Day nineteen. It wasn't your fault.
Day twenty. Bitch about him to your friends.
Day twenty-one. Run into him somewhere and don't cry.
Day twenty-two. List things you like about yourself.
Day twenty-three. Do something nice for someone else.
Day twenty-four. Stop stalking him.
Day twenty-five. Be independent.
Day twenty-six. Wear clothes he never liked on you and pull your hair back if he liked it down.
Day twenty-seven. Delete his mobile number from your phone.
Day twenty-eight. Get another guy. Well, it took long enough!" She said. Lupin was sitting there, his jaw open.
"Is that a joke article?"
"Nope, they think it'll help."
"The girls of Australia are all doomed."
They started laughing. Summer hadn't laughed like this since her father had almost been killed by that energy-shooting curse Dumbledore had shot. She remembered this day and stopped laughing. She looked at her watched and realised it was time to get on the plane.
"I'll meet you at London airport, Summer. Have a nice flight!" Lupin said before disapparating. Summer handed her ticket to the airhostess, Krista, who looked like she would be more suited standing on a street corner in fishnets and a glittery micro mini asking guys if they wanted a good time. She stepped onto the plane, being greeted by a hippy airhostess with burgundy dreadlocks pulled back into a ponytail, with piercings all over her face. Summer looked at her nametag and saw the name Butterfly. *Butterfly . . . hippy kid, hippy parents . . . * Summer thought, smiling to herself. She was seated at the window seat on row F, and was more than pleased not to be sitting next to a girl who thought she was all that and a bag of fat free burrito tortillas. Actually, sitting next to her was a boy of about her age, with spiky blonde hair, who as wearing a green jumper so bright it made the white aeroplane walls around him glow green, and Summer was almost blinded by it. She smiled at him and said hi, before getting back to laughing at her magazine.
"You don't look young enough to still be reading Dolly, my little sister reads that." The boy said, with an American accent. (T/A/N: Finally! A Marty-Stu!)
Summer laughed. "There was no Cosmo and so I thought this might be worth a laugh."
"Yeah, I saw my sister's mag once, and I was practically wetting myself. Do you believe that it said that a guy and a girl going out to the movies, if your hands accidentally brush each other reaching for the popcorn, that was a hot topic of gossip with your girlfriends?"
They both started laughing. "Jebus, if that's a hot topic of conversation then the last time I went to the movies with a guy would be enough to start a nuclear war!" She said, and the guy started laughing again. "I'm Summer, by the way."
"Ricky. I'm from America. Why were you in Germany?"
"Oh . . . I need the local culture for a school assignment or something. We have to pick a country and then go there to research it. It's so boring, I did absolutely no homework." Summer lied, since she thought if she told him the real reason, he might book her a room in the local mental institute.
"Yeah, I'm in this transfer thing. My plane ran out of fuel and we landed in Germany so I had to take another flight to London. And, would you believe I have to take a train from Kings cross? I've never been on a train before. Have you?"
"Oh . . . yeah, a few times." Summer said. "What platform are you leaving from?"
"Well, you wouldn't believe me, but I'll try anways." He said, beckoning Summer closer. She leant forward, and he whispered in her ear, "Nine and Three Quarters."
Summer backed off, a look of realisation on her face. "Me too" She said softly. Ricky smiled. "I'm not crazy then. In America we just have normal numbers, but I guess in Britain they have the fractions and everything."
"Yeah . . . that's right . . ." Summer said, not really listening. Just her luck to be sat next to another wizard. "Excuse me, I'm going to the bathroom . . ." She said. She went into the bathroom and locked the door, and turned around to find Xaeropedo standing there.
"What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" He asked evilly.
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Yeah, It's shorter than my other ones, but I haven't updated in ages because of Christmas and all. PLEASE review. I'll give you a burrito.
Oh, and to everyone that thinks Mary-Sues suck: I DON'T GIVE A FLYING BANANA COVERED IN HORSE DOODOO'S WITH A HALFPENCE ON THE SIDE WITH EXTRA FRIES AND MAYONNAISE WHAT YOU THINK!
The article mentioned in this chapter is from the February 2004 issue of Dolly, page 60. I have just summarised basically what it says.
Ahem. On with the show!
____________________
Summer woke up from her strange dream to find Fawkes waiting patiently by her bedside.
"Hey Fawkes. Have you got my reply?" Summer asked. Fawkes trilled and nodded towards a letter on her bedside table. She picked it up and red what Dumbledore had to say.
Dear Summer,
I think that this vampire to add to our forest is a splendid idea, as very few vampires are willing to help out magical peoples, so we could find out much about their species from this Xaeropedo. Thank you for the tortillas, everyone in school loved them. I have booked you a flight that leaves today at 2pm, so you'd better get packing. I'll see you when you return, with the vampire tongue! Hurrah!
From Dumbledore.
(T/A/N: Hurrah? What the hell is that about?)
Summer looked at her watch. She had overslept and it was 12.30pm already. She grabbed a quick burrito from the fridge and started throwing things haphazardly into her pink glittery suitcase.
"Oh no, I said I'd meet with Xaero at 6pm, I'm gonna be gone by then . . ." She said as she raced out of the hotel. "Xaero?" She called out. There was no answer. "Oh bugger . . ." She turned around and Xaeropedo was standing there, looking suspicious.
"Why have you come early?" He asked.
"Because the plane leaves at two!" She said quickly. "We've got to hurry, Dumbledore says you can come with me!" She said happily. Xaeropedo was just looking happy in an evil sort of way.
"No, my little ray of sunshine. (T/A/N: AAAAARGH!) You will not be going anywhere soon." He said, with the same evil smile on his face.
"But . . . why not?"
"Because, I am going to turn you into a vampire. Then I will put the vampire's curse on you, which will never let you leave this forest . . . you will spend your days here, searching for someone to bite. Try to leave and you will be struck down by lightning. This is your fate I have chosen for you. I have not tasted magical blood in so, so long," He said, looking at her neck. Summer panicked.
"SHIT!" She screamed.
"Potty mouth you have!" Xaeropedo scolded.
"Sorry!" She said, before punching him in the face and running for her life. She ran up to her hotel room and finished packing, before going over to her room's fireplace, throwing some of her floo powder onto the fire, and shouting "Remus Lupin! Come here!"
Lupin stepped out of the fireplace in a swirl of ash and smoke, brushing himself off calmly.
"Yes?"
"I need you to take me back to the airport, now!" She said urgently.
"What's the rush?"
"I'm being . . . erm . . . chased by a vampire . . ." She said.
"Let's go then!" he said, rushing her out of the hotel and into the street. They swiftly walked down the street and called for a taxi. Summer looked around and saw Xaero stepping into the hotel she had just come out of. She jumped into the taxi so fast she bashed her head on the top of the car. She sat down in the back; Lupin got into the front seat, and told the driver to go to the airport.
"Oh my god, I am so glad we're here. He can't have followed me all the way here." Summer said, putting her bags onto the baggage conveyor belt thingummyjig.
"We've still got 45 minutes, what do you want to do?" He asked.
"I want to go to that newsagent, I'm in need of a good Cosmo mag, I haven't read one in ages . . ." She said, leaving Lupin to his own devices. (T/A/N: notice how Mary-Sue, coming from a magical background, is always hip and with it with all the muggle magazines and TV shows? Like, I read this one where this chick had bewitched her TV and video and dvd players and all that electric shit to work at Hogwarts, and she and Hermione stayed up late every night watching her Lizzie Maguire tapes. OH MY GOD.)
When she got there, however, there were no Cosmo's; just crappy twelve-year- old girl magazines like Dolly and Girlfriend. She bought the Dolly one and went off to read it. She laughed at all the stupid things in there, such as a 28 day 'get over him' guide. Lupin found her at the departure lounge and asked what she was reading.
"This is so stupid, like, what guy is so much that you need a whole month just to get over him?"
"What does it say?" He asked.
"Okay. This is basically what is says.
Day one. Cry.
Day two. Get your mum's advice.
Day three. Write a teary diary entry.
Day four. He doesn't want you back. Get over it.
Day five. Eat. That's really awesome advice to the obese kids of today!
Day six. Exercise.
Day seven. Spend all day on the couch watching videos.
Day eight. Don't call him.
Day nine. Call your friends. That's what I'd do on day one! This is so dumb!
Day ten. Pamper yourself.
Day eleven. Talk about it with chicks that have also been recently dumped. That'll just make all of you feel worse!
Day twelve. Meet him on neutral territory, look hot, and say something that will make him wonder why he let you go.
Day thirteen. Cry.
Day fourteen. It's fully over now, so cry again.
Day fifteen. Exercise.
Day sixteen. Forget about anything that reminds you of him.
Day seventeen. Focus on stuff other than him.
Day eighteen. Have a girl's night out. As if the little eleven-year-olds that read this are even allowed out past eight anyways!
Day nineteen. It wasn't your fault.
Day twenty. Bitch about him to your friends.
Day twenty-one. Run into him somewhere and don't cry.
Day twenty-two. List things you like about yourself.
Day twenty-three. Do something nice for someone else.
Day twenty-four. Stop stalking him.
Day twenty-five. Be independent.
Day twenty-six. Wear clothes he never liked on you and pull your hair back if he liked it down.
Day twenty-seven. Delete his mobile number from your phone.
Day twenty-eight. Get another guy. Well, it took long enough!" She said. Lupin was sitting there, his jaw open.
"Is that a joke article?"
"Nope, they think it'll help."
"The girls of Australia are all doomed."
They started laughing. Summer hadn't laughed like this since her father had almost been killed by that energy-shooting curse Dumbledore had shot. She remembered this day and stopped laughing. She looked at her watched and realised it was time to get on the plane.
"I'll meet you at London airport, Summer. Have a nice flight!" Lupin said before disapparating. Summer handed her ticket to the airhostess, Krista, who looked like she would be more suited standing on a street corner in fishnets and a glittery micro mini asking guys if they wanted a good time. She stepped onto the plane, being greeted by a hippy airhostess with burgundy dreadlocks pulled back into a ponytail, with piercings all over her face. Summer looked at her nametag and saw the name Butterfly. *Butterfly . . . hippy kid, hippy parents . . . * Summer thought, smiling to herself. She was seated at the window seat on row F, and was more than pleased not to be sitting next to a girl who thought she was all that and a bag of fat free burrito tortillas. Actually, sitting next to her was a boy of about her age, with spiky blonde hair, who as wearing a green jumper so bright it made the white aeroplane walls around him glow green, and Summer was almost blinded by it. She smiled at him and said hi, before getting back to laughing at her magazine.
"You don't look young enough to still be reading Dolly, my little sister reads that." The boy said, with an American accent. (T/A/N: Finally! A Marty-Stu!)
Summer laughed. "There was no Cosmo and so I thought this might be worth a laugh."
"Yeah, I saw my sister's mag once, and I was practically wetting myself. Do you believe that it said that a guy and a girl going out to the movies, if your hands accidentally brush each other reaching for the popcorn, that was a hot topic of gossip with your girlfriends?"
They both started laughing. "Jebus, if that's a hot topic of conversation then the last time I went to the movies with a guy would be enough to start a nuclear war!" She said, and the guy started laughing again. "I'm Summer, by the way."
"Ricky. I'm from America. Why were you in Germany?"
"Oh . . . I need the local culture for a school assignment or something. We have to pick a country and then go there to research it. It's so boring, I did absolutely no homework." Summer lied, since she thought if she told him the real reason, he might book her a room in the local mental institute.
"Yeah, I'm in this transfer thing. My plane ran out of fuel and we landed in Germany so I had to take another flight to London. And, would you believe I have to take a train from Kings cross? I've never been on a train before. Have you?"
"Oh . . . yeah, a few times." Summer said. "What platform are you leaving from?"
"Well, you wouldn't believe me, but I'll try anways." He said, beckoning Summer closer. She leant forward, and he whispered in her ear, "Nine and Three Quarters."
Summer backed off, a look of realisation on her face. "Me too" She said softly. Ricky smiled. "I'm not crazy then. In America we just have normal numbers, but I guess in Britain they have the fractions and everything."
"Yeah . . . that's right . . ." Summer said, not really listening. Just her luck to be sat next to another wizard. "Excuse me, I'm going to the bathroom . . ." She said. She went into the bathroom and locked the door, and turned around to find Xaeropedo standing there.
"What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" He asked evilly.
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Yeah, It's shorter than my other ones, but I haven't updated in ages because of Christmas and all. PLEASE review. I'll give you a burrito.