Chapter 8 the aftermath
The lights went up around us, its an amazing feeling just getting up there and doing it, but it was over as quick as it had started, it was an exhilarating feeling, all life and energy, oh and I'd like to thank God and the academy for giving me this award... Wait I haven't won yet, got lost in my spur of the moment Oscar acceptance speech. Oh my mother would be proud, she likes singing and... "Where am I, what's going on here", came a voice Altogether now BUGGER! Snape has come round. "Miss Wendell" he hissed Oh lord im in for it now, he's going to kill me, baste me, barbeque me and eat me, in one go, hope I taste nice. He began to advance towards me but then stopped and looked around and appeared to notice an entire audience of people watching him and laughing. Someone decided to wittily remark... "Is it Elton?" "Is it George Michael?" "Is it Stephen Fry?" "No its Severus Snape" He turned to look at the audience, the giggling pupils and teachers, then he looked at me, studying me up and down, then he looked himself up and down shaking his head, he removed his glasses and looked at his outfit, then at me, then the audience, then himself , then the audience, then me. I just stared back at him, his normal sallow skin turned a deep green I thought he was going to be sick, oh is he will he.......He has fainted Slowly the laughter quieted and people stood up for a good look, I was inclined to let them due to his previous unappreciative behaviour regarding the singing and dancing, I mean he was so begging for it. "I'll sort him" I shouted at the stationary silent audience, nobody moved. "Just stay there nobody need move" nobody did any way, nobody appeared to care as before, maybe Snape really is more unpopular than I realised, I mean even the teachers don't give a flying monkey about him. I better get him moved
Dragging Snape down the corridor to his room HUH! Woo! oh God Pant pant, my God he weighs a ton considering he looks thin and hardly eats anything, hey there's Emily still cleaning the same suit of Armour, which is smiling in a disgusting way, God even Male suits of armour are dirty, and I don't mean the sort than can be cleaned by polish.
Snape's room I have dragged him through the door, and pushed him onto his bed, wanting to follow him but I restrained myself with a lot of vigour. I stepped back and looked at him, he just lay there totally still, jeez I hope he hasn't died... no he's breathing, I think I will have a look around just whilst im here I need to learn where things are. I have looked at his big bed, (got many ideas) looked at his writing desk nice, I am looking under his bed...hmm what's this.............. URRGGHH! Minging, gross, disgusting ickky ickky goggles... I have just found Snape's dirty magazines with women in them...urgh! Witchy Women and Quidditch babe's burgh! I have thrown the magazines in the bin, he is not keeping those, he won't know where they have gone and will be too embarrassed to ask me so HA! . Dormitory (mine not Snape's) I have just come back from the hospital wing after informing Madame Pomfrey about Snape, she already knew but couldn't face him in case she upset him by laughter, she said she enjoyed our performance made her relive her youth, im glad she got to grow old, after that stunt I pulled I don't reckon I will do. I have put my pyjamas on and have gotten into bed; iv'e had enough for today..............zzzzzzzzzz..................... "WAKE UP REBECCA" I jumped a mile and a half in the air and clung to my sheets Wozzat! I shouted, rolled over and fell out of bed into a heap on the floor. I sat up pulling my hair from my face I looked up into the face of Hermione. "What im trying to dance with Bela Lucosi" I replied half awake, a quarter still dreaming and a quarter asleep. "Quick they want you in the great hall" she continued "Why, I only perform once a night unless it's somebody special hehehehhehe" I said. "No you mucky one, I think they are announcing the winners" she replied "Why do I have to go I won't have won" I moaned "Still you have to go all contestants have too and" "Alright I'll go" I said cutting her off I got up and started walking leaving Hermione watching me "But Rebecca" she started "Yeah I know, say thank you if I win" I said "No I mean you are" she tried "Yeah I know im great" I finished "Erm Rebecca" she tailed off lamely as I shouted "BYE HERM"
Wandering down the corridor watching no one go by, smile at the portraits who are staring at me, bouncing along noticing no one, smiling like a loon with my eyes half open, pass Dumbledore wandering in the other direction gibbering to himself, I think I have sent him off the deep end. Down the marble staircase, wow Emily appears to have finally vacated that suit of armour, I notice it seems surprisingly lifeless since she left it. I wonder where she has gone now, her spell has lasted a lot longer than Snape's. Entering the laughter filled great hall to have the place go silent on me, I must still have that show stopping appearance, I walked to the back and say down staring around the room. At the front were the teachers, behind them the pupils, then the contestants then me, im a row on my own. The hall quieted as the announcers voice came from........well....erm.... some where.
"In third place, the Huffle Puff Spice girls" shouted the announcer. The giggling gaggle ran onto the stage and picked up their medal, how sad is that. "In second place, Beefy the ghost with his marvellous tricks of the ghostly trade" Ha are you having a laugh how sad do you get a ghost in a talent contest, ha how sad sad saddy sad sad, how can any one like him. Beefy came up in his orange baseball cap, a girl clinging to his arm, who looked remarkably like Emily. "And in first place, an unlikely duo, a strange pair, a legend then and now (won't be me) REBECCA WENDELL AND SEVERUS SNAPE See I said it wouldn't be me, I never win I always lose I...... woooo!! I won I won I am so great hahahaha woo whoa wow. Everything felt slow as I floated on wings of little Snape's towards the stage. "Thank you, you love me, you really love me. I'd like to thank God and the Academy, and every one who helped me, Elton I share this with you, oh wow, thank you to the organisers of this, and those who inspired the organisers, and those who made the organisers and inspirers and whoever made the world and whoever made whoever made the world and................ 1 Hour later And all the insects who inspired the colour scheme and everybody just thank you. I stepped off the stage to large applause I think it was relief that I had finally finished, I walked in a happy daze back to the common room to find Hermione waiting for me. "Oh Hermione" I gushed "I won I really won" "Wow well done Beck although" she said "What" I asked finally sick of talking "Why did you accept your award looking like that" she asked.
I looked down at myself and realised I was wearing Pyjamas, my hair was a big frizz, Mascara was smeared on my face and I was wearing sheep slippers. DAMN! I laughed that is just so ME!
End of chapter 8
The lights went up around us, its an amazing feeling just getting up there and doing it, but it was over as quick as it had started, it was an exhilarating feeling, all life and energy, oh and I'd like to thank God and the academy for giving me this award... Wait I haven't won yet, got lost in my spur of the moment Oscar acceptance speech. Oh my mother would be proud, she likes singing and... "Where am I, what's going on here", came a voice Altogether now BUGGER! Snape has come round. "Miss Wendell" he hissed Oh lord im in for it now, he's going to kill me, baste me, barbeque me and eat me, in one go, hope I taste nice. He began to advance towards me but then stopped and looked around and appeared to notice an entire audience of people watching him and laughing. Someone decided to wittily remark... "Is it Elton?" "Is it George Michael?" "Is it Stephen Fry?" "No its Severus Snape" He turned to look at the audience, the giggling pupils and teachers, then he looked at me, studying me up and down, then he looked himself up and down shaking his head, he removed his glasses and looked at his outfit, then at me, then the audience, then himself , then the audience, then me. I just stared back at him, his normal sallow skin turned a deep green I thought he was going to be sick, oh is he will he.......He has fainted Slowly the laughter quieted and people stood up for a good look, I was inclined to let them due to his previous unappreciative behaviour regarding the singing and dancing, I mean he was so begging for it. "I'll sort him" I shouted at the stationary silent audience, nobody moved. "Just stay there nobody need move" nobody did any way, nobody appeared to care as before, maybe Snape really is more unpopular than I realised, I mean even the teachers don't give a flying monkey about him. I better get him moved
Dragging Snape down the corridor to his room HUH! Woo! oh God Pant pant, my God he weighs a ton considering he looks thin and hardly eats anything, hey there's Emily still cleaning the same suit of Armour, which is smiling in a disgusting way, God even Male suits of armour are dirty, and I don't mean the sort than can be cleaned by polish.
Snape's room I have dragged him through the door, and pushed him onto his bed, wanting to follow him but I restrained myself with a lot of vigour. I stepped back and looked at him, he just lay there totally still, jeez I hope he hasn't died... no he's breathing, I think I will have a look around just whilst im here I need to learn where things are. I have looked at his big bed, (got many ideas) looked at his writing desk nice, I am looking under his bed...hmm what's this.............. URRGGHH! Minging, gross, disgusting ickky ickky goggles... I have just found Snape's dirty magazines with women in them...urgh! Witchy Women and Quidditch babe's burgh! I have thrown the magazines in the bin, he is not keeping those, he won't know where they have gone and will be too embarrassed to ask me so HA! . Dormitory (mine not Snape's) I have just come back from the hospital wing after informing Madame Pomfrey about Snape, she already knew but couldn't face him in case she upset him by laughter, she said she enjoyed our performance made her relive her youth, im glad she got to grow old, after that stunt I pulled I don't reckon I will do. I have put my pyjamas on and have gotten into bed; iv'e had enough for today..............zzzzzzzzzz..................... "WAKE UP REBECCA" I jumped a mile and a half in the air and clung to my sheets Wozzat! I shouted, rolled over and fell out of bed into a heap on the floor. I sat up pulling my hair from my face I looked up into the face of Hermione. "What im trying to dance with Bela Lucosi" I replied half awake, a quarter still dreaming and a quarter asleep. "Quick they want you in the great hall" she continued "Why, I only perform once a night unless it's somebody special hehehehhehe" I said. "No you mucky one, I think they are announcing the winners" she replied "Why do I have to go I won't have won" I moaned "Still you have to go all contestants have too and" "Alright I'll go" I said cutting her off I got up and started walking leaving Hermione watching me "But Rebecca" she started "Yeah I know, say thank you if I win" I said "No I mean you are" she tried "Yeah I know im great" I finished "Erm Rebecca" she tailed off lamely as I shouted "BYE HERM"
Wandering down the corridor watching no one go by, smile at the portraits who are staring at me, bouncing along noticing no one, smiling like a loon with my eyes half open, pass Dumbledore wandering in the other direction gibbering to himself, I think I have sent him off the deep end. Down the marble staircase, wow Emily appears to have finally vacated that suit of armour, I notice it seems surprisingly lifeless since she left it. I wonder where she has gone now, her spell has lasted a lot longer than Snape's. Entering the laughter filled great hall to have the place go silent on me, I must still have that show stopping appearance, I walked to the back and say down staring around the room. At the front were the teachers, behind them the pupils, then the contestants then me, im a row on my own. The hall quieted as the announcers voice came from........well....erm.... some where.
"In third place, the Huffle Puff Spice girls" shouted the announcer. The giggling gaggle ran onto the stage and picked up their medal, how sad is that. "In second place, Beefy the ghost with his marvellous tricks of the ghostly trade" Ha are you having a laugh how sad do you get a ghost in a talent contest, ha how sad sad saddy sad sad, how can any one like him. Beefy came up in his orange baseball cap, a girl clinging to his arm, who looked remarkably like Emily. "And in first place, an unlikely duo, a strange pair, a legend then and now (won't be me) REBECCA WENDELL AND SEVERUS SNAPE See I said it wouldn't be me, I never win I always lose I...... woooo!! I won I won I am so great hahahaha woo whoa wow. Everything felt slow as I floated on wings of little Snape's towards the stage. "Thank you, you love me, you really love me. I'd like to thank God and the Academy, and every one who helped me, Elton I share this with you, oh wow, thank you to the organisers of this, and those who inspired the organisers, and those who made the organisers and inspirers and whoever made the world and whoever made whoever made the world and................ 1 Hour later And all the insects who inspired the colour scheme and everybody just thank you. I stepped off the stage to large applause I think it was relief that I had finally finished, I walked in a happy daze back to the common room to find Hermione waiting for me. "Oh Hermione" I gushed "I won I really won" "Wow well done Beck although" she said "What" I asked finally sick of talking "Why did you accept your award looking like that" she asked.
I looked down at myself and realised I was wearing Pyjamas, my hair was a big frizz, Mascara was smeared on my face and I was wearing sheep slippers. DAMN! I laughed that is just so ME!
End of chapter 8