Hi. It's me, yall! Right, I have to go shower soon, so This may or may not be a short chapter.
And know what else? I didn't get any reviews for the last chater. Oh, yeah, wait, I did. from ElenorLarathiel, my faithful reader, who is right, Paul does mound a bit like Ron, which wasn't intentional, but I had to have the wierd person somewheres, right?I chose him.
Out of the friends, Pat's the one who's becoming more rounded with personality, but Paul will have his very very few moments to shine. I torture him because he's modeled after my brother...you probably want to read the chapter, right? Well, Too bad! I feel like talking! Mwa ha ha ah ha! Heheheheheheheheheheheheheheh! okay, okay, sorry. Here it is.
It all started with the first flying lesson. It was the last day of September, and I did NOT want to get up that morning.
I'd gone about a month without Potato now, and Lela was still meaner than ever. Like I said, I didn't want to get up on the morning whn I had to get on a broom and go into the air. I'd never liked hights.
Just as I was pondering how to get out of the lesson, my bedcovers were yanked off me and Pat was on top of me, trying to pull me off the bed.
"GET UP, YOU!" she laughed happily.. "WE FLY TODAY!"
I moaned, and clutched the sheets tighter. She pulled at my ankles, and the sheet started to ease itself from the bed.
"Oh, that's mature." siad the snide voice of Lela.
"Oh, you're a bi-" Pat started, but I leapt up just then, wanting to get it overwith, and hit her in the chin.
"Ow." she said, rubing her jaw.
"It's okay."
I pulled on some socks.
When I was dresses,, I hurried down without eating breakfast. I'd probably barf or something.
When Pat, Paul, the rest of the class and I got down to the pitch, I almost threw up, but I hadn't eaten anything, so I just wound up with the dry heaves.
Broom riding was not only scary, it was embarassing, belive me, You don't feel great sitting on a home cleaning supply with everyone watching you.
By the time I got high enough, I was starting to feel sick, and was even dizzier than I had been on the ground. Why did this always happen?
I could vaugley hear the teacher telling me to come down, but I stayed put. At that point, it was only about not losing my stomach lining. I was so dizzy, I couldn't see. I was breathing hard, sweating, my eyes rolled. Someone below screamed, adn I had a vauge suspision that I was rising continually higher.
I could feel wind rushing by, I knew I as falling but I didn't care, I was almost delirious.
My broom was gone. The pitch was gone. Everything was gone. I could see only black. Black, and fear. It's not often you can actually see fear. But I could.
I thought I was slowing down, but I didn't know for sure. It was still all black. I retched.
It ws spinnin. All was spinning. It was over, it was all over...
"ZOE!" I heard a voice in my head, a voice that was gentile and soothing, but for some reason, it struck fear into her my heart.
"ZOE!" It commanded. "Open your eyes!"
I retched again, and spun around. I was sure that I was falling now.
"Zoe, this is yor last warning. Open your eyes NOW! It's the only way!" I shivered. I took a deep breath, and after much trying, I opened my eyes.
Everything stopped. I hung suspended in mid air, still sicker than I ever had been. All below me were stopped. The bird next to me had stopped. Time itself had stopped. This was incredibly poweful magic. But I didn't care about that now. I wanted down. And soon, I fell down, slowly. It was like slow motion. Soon, i hit the gound, and lay, jerking and twitching,then I promptly rolled over and threw up.
I lay rolling on the moist grass, eyes rolling and body twitching.
The next thing I felt was considerable pain on my face. Someone had slapped me.
"ZOE! CALM DOWN! CALM DOWN!" Pat stood over me, slapping my face and shaking me. I opened my eyes wearily.
"Professor, can I please take her to the hospital wing?" Pat asked Frantically
"If she can walk." Madam Hooch, who I could tell was fraeked out of her mind but was trying not to show it.
With Pat's help, I staggared to the castle, weakly and moaning. She sat me down to rest in the entrance hall.
"Are you okay?" she asked, quietly.
"I think so." I said weakly.
"Good." she said. "Now, let's get you to the hospital wing before you croak right inmy arms.
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I woke up again a week or so later, feeling better except for my headache. Paul was sitting besiode me, and there were a ton of books beside him.
"Hi." he said. "Feel better?"
"I think so..." I said, dimly thinking what my hair must ahve looked like.
"Good." he said. "Pat would have come too, but she's in detention for slugging a kid who made fun of you."
"Does her name start with L and end with A?" I asked, sceptically.
"Funnily enough, yes." he grinned. "She's been a total witch lateley."
"Even more than usual?" I asked.
"If that's possible." he grinned.
Suddenly I sat bolt upright.
"Does she still have my butterfly?" I asked, praying for a mirical, my head throbbing."
His face got a pale, scared look on it. "I'm not sure." he whispered, truthfully.
"Oh." I said quietly. I think we both knew hat had become of Potato in my absense.
Three days later, though, it seemed we had been wrong. I was just wondering if I might be able to get up without passing out when who should come into the hospital wing but Lela, holding a neatly wrapped package.
"Hi." she said quietly. "I was hoping you were feeling beter..." her hair frizzed.
"Give it up, Lela. I know you're lying. Waht do you want?"
Lela glared at me.
"Fine." she snapped. "I'll cut the sweetalk. Zoe, I invent spells."
I stared at her for a minute.
"You what?"
"I invent spells. Make up new ones. I've been doing it since I was seven."
"You can't invent a spell."
"Then how did all this stuff we're learning come into existance, I wonder?" she smirked. I took a minute to think about that. She was right.
"So..." I said. "What has that got to do with me?"
"Remember the parrot alarm I put on your rat?"
"Butterfly."
"Whatever. I invented that."
I gaped.
"Yes." she said. "It's true. Now Zoe, i know you talk to him at night."
"What?" I gasped in horror. How embarrassing!
" I won't tell anyone..." she started. "If you let me try out a spell on him."
"What's stopping you?" I snapped. "He's yours now."
"Not really." she smiled. "See, I don't really like stuffed animals."
"Surprise surprise." I muttered.
"Shut up. Now, I know you talk to him, and it just so happens that the latest spell i've invented is a talking spell. I can make stuffed animals talk."
"And..." I said, suspiciously.
"And, If you let me try it out on Tomato or whatever he's called..." she leered. "I'll give him back to you."
I blinked. Here before me was a chance to get Potato back! But did I want to do it this way?
Lela opened her package and out slid Potato. She whipped out her wand, and muttered the words "Discorso inanimato!"
Potato blinked, and sat up.
"Hullo." he said, in an aristocratic voice that would have made me despise him if I hadn't known how nice he really was. "Who are you, then?"
I looked at him. I looked at Lela. I looked at my fingers. his was my last chance...
"Okay." I said at last. "I'll take him!"
And know what else? I didn't get any reviews for the last chater. Oh, yeah, wait, I did. from ElenorLarathiel, my faithful reader, who is right, Paul does mound a bit like Ron, which wasn't intentional, but I had to have the wierd person somewheres, right?I chose him.
Out of the friends, Pat's the one who's becoming more rounded with personality, but Paul will have his very very few moments to shine. I torture him because he's modeled after my brother...you probably want to read the chapter, right? Well, Too bad! I feel like talking! Mwa ha ha ah ha! Heheheheheheheheheheheheheheh! okay, okay, sorry. Here it is.
It all started with the first flying lesson. It was the last day of September, and I did NOT want to get up that morning.
I'd gone about a month without Potato now, and Lela was still meaner than ever. Like I said, I didn't want to get up on the morning whn I had to get on a broom and go into the air. I'd never liked hights.
Just as I was pondering how to get out of the lesson, my bedcovers were yanked off me and Pat was on top of me, trying to pull me off the bed.
"GET UP, YOU!" she laughed happily.. "WE FLY TODAY!"
I moaned, and clutched the sheets tighter. She pulled at my ankles, and the sheet started to ease itself from the bed.
"Oh, that's mature." siad the snide voice of Lela.
"Oh, you're a bi-" Pat started, but I leapt up just then, wanting to get it overwith, and hit her in the chin.
"Ow." she said, rubing her jaw.
"It's okay."
I pulled on some socks.
When I was dresses,, I hurried down without eating breakfast. I'd probably barf or something.
When Pat, Paul, the rest of the class and I got down to the pitch, I almost threw up, but I hadn't eaten anything, so I just wound up with the dry heaves.
Broom riding was not only scary, it was embarassing, belive me, You don't feel great sitting on a home cleaning supply with everyone watching you.
By the time I got high enough, I was starting to feel sick, and was even dizzier than I had been on the ground. Why did this always happen?
I could vaugley hear the teacher telling me to come down, but I stayed put. At that point, it was only about not losing my stomach lining. I was so dizzy, I couldn't see. I was breathing hard, sweating, my eyes rolled. Someone below screamed, adn I had a vauge suspision that I was rising continually higher.
I could feel wind rushing by, I knew I as falling but I didn't care, I was almost delirious.
My broom was gone. The pitch was gone. Everything was gone. I could see only black. Black, and fear. It's not often you can actually see fear. But I could.
I thought I was slowing down, but I didn't know for sure. It was still all black. I retched.
It ws spinnin. All was spinning. It was over, it was all over...
"ZOE!" I heard a voice in my head, a voice that was gentile and soothing, but for some reason, it struck fear into her my heart.
"ZOE!" It commanded. "Open your eyes!"
I retched again, and spun around. I was sure that I was falling now.
"Zoe, this is yor last warning. Open your eyes NOW! It's the only way!" I shivered. I took a deep breath, and after much trying, I opened my eyes.
Everything stopped. I hung suspended in mid air, still sicker than I ever had been. All below me were stopped. The bird next to me had stopped. Time itself had stopped. This was incredibly poweful magic. But I didn't care about that now. I wanted down. And soon, I fell down, slowly. It was like slow motion. Soon, i hit the gound, and lay, jerking and twitching,then I promptly rolled over and threw up.
I lay rolling on the moist grass, eyes rolling and body twitching.
The next thing I felt was considerable pain on my face. Someone had slapped me.
"ZOE! CALM DOWN! CALM DOWN!" Pat stood over me, slapping my face and shaking me. I opened my eyes wearily.
"Professor, can I please take her to the hospital wing?" Pat asked Frantically
"If she can walk." Madam Hooch, who I could tell was fraeked out of her mind but was trying not to show it.
With Pat's help, I staggared to the castle, weakly and moaning. She sat me down to rest in the entrance hall.
"Are you okay?" she asked, quietly.
"I think so." I said weakly.
"Good." she said. "Now, let's get you to the hospital wing before you croak right inmy arms.
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I woke up again a week or so later, feeling better except for my headache. Paul was sitting besiode me, and there were a ton of books beside him.
"Hi." he said. "Feel better?"
"I think so..." I said, dimly thinking what my hair must ahve looked like.
"Good." he said. "Pat would have come too, but she's in detention for slugging a kid who made fun of you."
"Does her name start with L and end with A?" I asked, sceptically.
"Funnily enough, yes." he grinned. "She's been a total witch lateley."
"Even more than usual?" I asked.
"If that's possible." he grinned.
Suddenly I sat bolt upright.
"Does she still have my butterfly?" I asked, praying for a mirical, my head throbbing."
His face got a pale, scared look on it. "I'm not sure." he whispered, truthfully.
"Oh." I said quietly. I think we both knew hat had become of Potato in my absense.
Three days later, though, it seemed we had been wrong. I was just wondering if I might be able to get up without passing out when who should come into the hospital wing but Lela, holding a neatly wrapped package.
"Hi." she said quietly. "I was hoping you were feeling beter..." her hair frizzed.
"Give it up, Lela. I know you're lying. Waht do you want?"
Lela glared at me.
"Fine." she snapped. "I'll cut the sweetalk. Zoe, I invent spells."
I stared at her for a minute.
"You what?"
"I invent spells. Make up new ones. I've been doing it since I was seven."
"You can't invent a spell."
"Then how did all this stuff we're learning come into existance, I wonder?" she smirked. I took a minute to think about that. She was right.
"So..." I said. "What has that got to do with me?"
"Remember the parrot alarm I put on your rat?"
"Butterfly."
"Whatever. I invented that."
I gaped.
"Yes." she said. "It's true. Now Zoe, i know you talk to him at night."
"What?" I gasped in horror. How embarrassing!
" I won't tell anyone..." she started. "If you let me try out a spell on him."
"What's stopping you?" I snapped. "He's yours now."
"Not really." she smiled. "See, I don't really like stuffed animals."
"Surprise surprise." I muttered.
"Shut up. Now, I know you talk to him, and it just so happens that the latest spell i've invented is a talking spell. I can make stuffed animals talk."
"And..." I said, suspiciously.
"And, If you let me try it out on Tomato or whatever he's called..." she leered. "I'll give him back to you."
I blinked. Here before me was a chance to get Potato back! But did I want to do it this way?
Lela opened her package and out slid Potato. She whipped out her wand, and muttered the words "Discorso inanimato!"
Potato blinked, and sat up.
"Hullo." he said, in an aristocratic voice that would have made me despise him if I hadn't known how nice he really was. "Who are you, then?"
I looked at him. I looked at Lela. I looked at my fingers. his was my last chance...
"Okay." I said at last. "I'll take him!"