Chapter 10 An Apology (hahaha!) and a letter.
Stupid chair, Stupid Snape, Stupid Snape chair, I can't believe I fell over a chair, in the middle of my whole miss Independent act. Of course I Fell over why not it just rounds my perfect evening to a complete grinding miserable halt! So where do you go when you've lost your date and the weight of the world has got you down, so I don't Wanna go where everybody knows my name, and their not glad that I came, I don't Wanna go where everybody knows my name....which means......the CHEERS bar is OUT!
The grounds, I think I'll walk romantically around the grounds, nursing my broken heart and .....bum. The grounds where a beautiful sight, all blue and green, a light dusting of snow covered the paths giving it a white (and in some areas yellow) appearance.
The great stone benches circled an open area where a Christmas fountain stood, wine (well it looked like it but from experience I know it isn't after an unfortunate drunk accident last year.)
Sitting down, I could hear the odd bush giggling, and I knew it wasn't the bush laughing. For once I began to feel slightly upset, like down and depressed, my dress wasted, my time wasted, my life wasted, I suddenly realised that I was crying, I was sitting alone in the grounds crying over a man who I wanted just for a project, he was a project none of my other projects made me cry, well If you don't count the guy who stunk of onions.
"Miss Wendell what ever is the matter" said a voice. In my own pathetic misery, I had failed to notice Professor McGonnagal walking towards me, she was dressed all in tartan with her hair in little pigtails, she looked like heidi, sniffing I looked into her eyes she actually seemed concerned.
"Nothing, just" I replied,
"Don't tell me I know, ohh he'll pay for this one" she said and left the clearing, I sat their looking puzzled for a moment until I heard.
"Ouch, oww, what have I done, ow, left go, stop it meanie"
I looked over to see Professor McGonnagal dragging somebody through the clearing, someone with black hair, it was..............Professor......Black? I finished puzzled.
"Right I have him Rebecca you tell him now how upset you are with him" McGonnagal said.
I just looked, "erm Professor, wrong guy" I said she looked at me for a moment "Och aye" she said and let Sirius go, he ran away giving me a nervous look.
"OWWWWWW!!, You, LET ME GO OWWW!" I heard again, I hope she's got the right one this time.
Yes it was Snape.
"Now Snape you will apologise to this girl, and I will be over hear watching you with my handbag ok" she said and cracked him over the head with her Tartan handbag
"Ow" was his reply, I wiped my eyes and looked at him staring down at me with his vortex eyes.
"Miss Wendell" he began "what can I say"
"Tell her your Sorry!" McGonnagal chipped in.
"I know Professor it's a figure of speech" Snape said. McGonnagal waved her handbag threateningly and Snape flinched.
"I apologise Miss Wendell, I had an obligation and I didn't stick to it" he said
"Obligation" I replied, McGonnagal bared her teeth and waved her bag.
"Well not an obligation as such" he said hurriedly, "But oh!, Sorry". With that he turned on his heel and left the clearing. Well I never Snape actually in a sense of the word apologised to me, Haha SUCKER!
"Right now Miss Wendell, are you OK now" McGonnagal asked.
"As well as can be expected (after you have fallen over a chair)" I replied.
"Well I must return to Dumbledore" she said grinning, and walked out of the clearing leaving me alone, it must be getting on Midnight by now, I think I'll go to bed.
I left the clearing and was just turning the corner when I heard a declaration of
"OH MAN, A FOUNTAIN OF WINE", and the chink of glasses, I hope they have a toilet nearby, is all I can say.
Christmas Morning
Hahahahahahahahahaha! GOOD MORNING! Baby Jesus, It is Christmas day, and I have presents, lots and lots of presents..........ohhh a scarf nice one grandma, not as if I needed yet another one, HM red this year.....a cup from Emily, saying worlds best friend.....of course........Mum, dad....AHHH! Beast!, a new writing pad and a Elton CD....and a large assortment of sweets, fruit and for some strange reason a ...stack of......sandwiches.
I am going to wear my Christmas best....ribbons, glitter, Christmas earrings, and my favourite singing tinsel in my hair.
Breakfast, breakfast, of to breakfast for my.....well.....breakfast, the great hall had been changed since the evening, the ice sculptures had been cleared away and the Christmas tree moved to the far end of the hall, the house tables where out and the hall was relatively busy......no....Snape thank God, McGonnagal gave me a wink from the staff table and I smiled back sitting down at the table and picking up the plate of steak...ha...steak nice one for breakfast.
A sound of wings and windows opening emitted around me, owl post time, I'll get my usual amount of mail which is .................none.
Aarrghh! What's that, oh wait I think it may be a letter, wow a letter for me, God this is one of the best weeks ever.
I flipped over the heavy parchment letter glancing at the seal...woah..that is grandma Wendell's crest, a large peace sign covered by a giant top hat, now you should know something about my grandma, she is erm...how to put it...erm...different.
Not in a bad way, well I don't think, she's the sort of person who when you go around Diagon Alley with her, she points things and people out and then declares a comment loudly about them, then solves the problem in the only way she knows how.......top hats......please I beg of you not to ask, she is the original slag, to put it bluntly, she was one hell of a slapper in her day and I have reason to believe she still is, (on the quiet) although she is married to my granddad who is an insurance salesman, she actually left the man she was married too before, for my granddad, when she told her ex husband she was running off with an insurance salesman he said
"Is it an act of God" and laughed until he fell off his chair. That was one of the most amusing things he ever said, now all he makes is sarcastic comments....by the way did I neglect to mention my grans ex husband was Jack Dee.
My letter reads thus....
Dear Becky (yakky I hate being called that),
How's life, still swinging I hope, been out clubbing with madge this week down Beverly road, pulled a PE teacher in MainBrace, shocked him when I told him my real age..hahaha. How's Hogwarts, still rocking, how's that Dishy headmaster, does he still have my top hat I made for him? What's that school doing now, still the same rubbish, especially that potions master, God he walks around like an Irish dancer, (has a stick up his backside) For God's sake Becky don't ever marry, go out with, or even consider somebody like that.
Any road, no need it messing about, fancy meeting me for a drink in the three broomsticks in a couple of days, say Tuesday, we'll have a laugh, and I can talk to you about the last few months, by the way did you know your brother has been caught with some lass and got her up the Duff, Haha and I don't mean the beer in the Simpsons.
See you Love the milk man is knocking on the door time to pay for my milk.
See you Tuesday
love Granny Wendell.
Oh heck she's not going to like what I have to tell her, I better start getting myself together, yikes Granny has eyes like a hawk, she'll know something's up. Right I'd better go and see McGonnagal about Tuesday....you'll laugh when you meet granny.
Stupid chair, Stupid Snape, Stupid Snape chair, I can't believe I fell over a chair, in the middle of my whole miss Independent act. Of course I Fell over why not it just rounds my perfect evening to a complete grinding miserable halt! So where do you go when you've lost your date and the weight of the world has got you down, so I don't Wanna go where everybody knows my name, and their not glad that I came, I don't Wanna go where everybody knows my name....which means......the CHEERS bar is OUT!
The grounds, I think I'll walk romantically around the grounds, nursing my broken heart and .....bum. The grounds where a beautiful sight, all blue and green, a light dusting of snow covered the paths giving it a white (and in some areas yellow) appearance.
The great stone benches circled an open area where a Christmas fountain stood, wine (well it looked like it but from experience I know it isn't after an unfortunate drunk accident last year.)
Sitting down, I could hear the odd bush giggling, and I knew it wasn't the bush laughing. For once I began to feel slightly upset, like down and depressed, my dress wasted, my time wasted, my life wasted, I suddenly realised that I was crying, I was sitting alone in the grounds crying over a man who I wanted just for a project, he was a project none of my other projects made me cry, well If you don't count the guy who stunk of onions.
"Miss Wendell what ever is the matter" said a voice. In my own pathetic misery, I had failed to notice Professor McGonnagal walking towards me, she was dressed all in tartan with her hair in little pigtails, she looked like heidi, sniffing I looked into her eyes she actually seemed concerned.
"Nothing, just" I replied,
"Don't tell me I know, ohh he'll pay for this one" she said and left the clearing, I sat their looking puzzled for a moment until I heard.
"Ouch, oww, what have I done, ow, left go, stop it meanie"
I looked over to see Professor McGonnagal dragging somebody through the clearing, someone with black hair, it was..............Professor......Black? I finished puzzled.
"Right I have him Rebecca you tell him now how upset you are with him" McGonnagal said.
I just looked, "erm Professor, wrong guy" I said she looked at me for a moment "Och aye" she said and let Sirius go, he ran away giving me a nervous look.
"OWWWWWW!!, You, LET ME GO OWWW!" I heard again, I hope she's got the right one this time.
Yes it was Snape.
"Now Snape you will apologise to this girl, and I will be over hear watching you with my handbag ok" she said and cracked him over the head with her Tartan handbag
"Ow" was his reply, I wiped my eyes and looked at him staring down at me with his vortex eyes.
"Miss Wendell" he began "what can I say"
"Tell her your Sorry!" McGonnagal chipped in.
"I know Professor it's a figure of speech" Snape said. McGonnagal waved her handbag threateningly and Snape flinched.
"I apologise Miss Wendell, I had an obligation and I didn't stick to it" he said
"Obligation" I replied, McGonnagal bared her teeth and waved her bag.
"Well not an obligation as such" he said hurriedly, "But oh!, Sorry". With that he turned on his heel and left the clearing. Well I never Snape actually in a sense of the word apologised to me, Haha SUCKER!
"Right now Miss Wendell, are you OK now" McGonnagal asked.
"As well as can be expected (after you have fallen over a chair)" I replied.
"Well I must return to Dumbledore" she said grinning, and walked out of the clearing leaving me alone, it must be getting on Midnight by now, I think I'll go to bed.
I left the clearing and was just turning the corner when I heard a declaration of
"OH MAN, A FOUNTAIN OF WINE", and the chink of glasses, I hope they have a toilet nearby, is all I can say.
Christmas Morning
Hahahahahahahahahaha! GOOD MORNING! Baby Jesus, It is Christmas day, and I have presents, lots and lots of presents..........ohhh a scarf nice one grandma, not as if I needed yet another one, HM red this year.....a cup from Emily, saying worlds best friend.....of course........Mum, dad....AHHH! Beast!, a new writing pad and a Elton CD....and a large assortment of sweets, fruit and for some strange reason a ...stack of......sandwiches.
I am going to wear my Christmas best....ribbons, glitter, Christmas earrings, and my favourite singing tinsel in my hair.
Breakfast, breakfast, of to breakfast for my.....well.....breakfast, the great hall had been changed since the evening, the ice sculptures had been cleared away and the Christmas tree moved to the far end of the hall, the house tables where out and the hall was relatively busy......no....Snape thank God, McGonnagal gave me a wink from the staff table and I smiled back sitting down at the table and picking up the plate of steak...ha...steak nice one for breakfast.
A sound of wings and windows opening emitted around me, owl post time, I'll get my usual amount of mail which is .................none.
Aarrghh! What's that, oh wait I think it may be a letter, wow a letter for me, God this is one of the best weeks ever.
I flipped over the heavy parchment letter glancing at the seal...woah..that is grandma Wendell's crest, a large peace sign covered by a giant top hat, now you should know something about my grandma, she is erm...how to put it...erm...different.
Not in a bad way, well I don't think, she's the sort of person who when you go around Diagon Alley with her, she points things and people out and then declares a comment loudly about them, then solves the problem in the only way she knows how.......top hats......please I beg of you not to ask, she is the original slag, to put it bluntly, she was one hell of a slapper in her day and I have reason to believe she still is, (on the quiet) although she is married to my granddad who is an insurance salesman, she actually left the man she was married too before, for my granddad, when she told her ex husband she was running off with an insurance salesman he said
"Is it an act of God" and laughed until he fell off his chair. That was one of the most amusing things he ever said, now all he makes is sarcastic comments....by the way did I neglect to mention my grans ex husband was Jack Dee.
My letter reads thus....
Dear Becky (yakky I hate being called that),
How's life, still swinging I hope, been out clubbing with madge this week down Beverly road, pulled a PE teacher in MainBrace, shocked him when I told him my real age..hahaha. How's Hogwarts, still rocking, how's that Dishy headmaster, does he still have my top hat I made for him? What's that school doing now, still the same rubbish, especially that potions master, God he walks around like an Irish dancer, (has a stick up his backside) For God's sake Becky don't ever marry, go out with, or even consider somebody like that.
Any road, no need it messing about, fancy meeting me for a drink in the three broomsticks in a couple of days, say Tuesday, we'll have a laugh, and I can talk to you about the last few months, by the way did you know your brother has been caught with some lass and got her up the Duff, Haha and I don't mean the beer in the Simpsons.
See you Love the milk man is knocking on the door time to pay for my milk.
See you Tuesday
love Granny Wendell.
Oh heck she's not going to like what I have to tell her, I better start getting myself together, yikes Granny has eyes like a hawk, she'll know something's up. Right I'd better go and see McGonnagal about Tuesday....you'll laugh when you meet granny.