Chapter Three
Cambria's Quidditch Terms
Richard was not used to all the teachers liking him. Thinking he was Phoebe, they came up to him before and after classes to joke or share news. Professor Binns actually came up to him and started talking to him about ancient Greek wizards as if he would actually be interested in that sort of thing. Professor McGonagall had given him a book on transfiguration, beaming at him when she said she was proud of Phoebe's progress in her animagi studies. Phoebe was working on becoming an animagi? This was going to be trouble.
McGonagall wanted to know if Phoebe knew what her animal form was yet, apparently Morgaine knew hers, but she was the only other student attempting to learn. Richard said he didn't, and McGonagall looked a bit crestfallen. Apparently Phoebe wasn't as in control of her magic as she led people to believe. Little Miss Gryffindor had her faults.
He was wandering towards the library when Morgaine ran into him.
"Phoebe! I've been looking all over for you! It's time for practice and Andrew's in a tizzy because you're not there yet!"
Richard sighed, Andrew Bryant was the Gryffindor quidditch captain and keeper for the Gryffindor team, and jerk extraordinaire. Richard and him had come to blows more then once, wouldn't it be interesting to be on his team. Richard would be able to see if the rumor that Bryant snuck into the girls changing room was true. He had been seen boasting about several of the girls on the team. In fact, Andrew was the only boy on the team. The Gryffindor team girls always became a distraction to the male players on the other team, both in their skill, and the obvious threat of the other male players suffering hormonal attacks.
Morgaine grabbed Richard's arm in an unceremonious manner and pulled him the entire way to the quidditch pitch. Unhand me you vile woman! I know the bloody way to the quidditch pitch!
It was a good thing Morgaine couldn't read thoughts. The Gryffindor quidditch team was waiting for them on the pitch. Cambria was waving them over.
"Come on Phoebs, Andrew is having a fit!"
Richard rolled his eyes and Morgaine smirked. Apparently Phoebe did that a lot. A short fourth year with brownish blonde hair tied back by a hair tie and green and blue eyes ran up to him.
"Phoebe! Phoebe! Where have you been? I tried to find you at breakfast this morning, dad sent me some pictures for us both."
Who the hell was this? Jess something? He knew she was related to Phoebe in some way. Thankfully, the smallest member of the team walked up. She was a thin, wiry girl with deep brown hair that was tied back similar to the other girl. She barely came up to shoulder height on Phoebe's body.
"Jenny Starling, leave Phoebe alone, she's probably barely able to fly. I can't believe Andrew is making her in this condition."
Phoebe had been in the library all day, but Andrew had come up to Richard, thinking that he, of course, was Phoebe. Andrew was not the most pleasant person in Gryffindor. He had come close to threatening Richard if he didn't show up at practice. Richard found it odd that such a violent person was allowed to be captain. Maybe it was because he was the oldest member, and they wouldn't have to deal with him once he left. He was not even half the captain Jamie Lear had been, but Jamie had graduated the year before.
Jenny pouted, "Fine Anna, fine. But Andrew is still having a fit."
As if to speak of the devil, Andrew walked up with his shock of brown hair that sat on his head messily in a manner he deemed attractive. Richard thought he looked like a twat, Phoebe seemed to feel the same way when Richard had questioned her. He had never known that his face scowled that way. Bright, brown eyes laced with green glared at Richard.
"It's about time you got here! We've been waiting for near an age!"
Richard looked at Andrew blankly, holding Phoebe's Thunderflash in his hand. The Thunderflash was the broom a step higher then a Firebolt. Richard was still not sure how a mudblood got a hold on one. He himself was on a Firebolt.
In answer to Andrew, Richard threw his leg over Phoebe's broom and kicked off. The rest of the team smirked as Andrew fumed. The rest of the team kicked off as Andrew released the quidditch balls. Richard gave the snitch a ten second head start before going out to look for it.
A bludger came up behind Richard without him noticing it. He would have been hit in the back of the head if it weren't for Anna hitting it across the pitch. Richard had wondered when the Gryffindor team had chosen the tiny Anna to be a beater. Now he was thankful. She could hit a bludger farther then the beaters that were three times her size on the Slytherin team.
He had been afraid that the team would notice a change in Phoebe's flying style. Phoebe's style was much different then his own, his was more choppy, while Phoebe's was more graceful, like a dancer on a stage. But, to his disbelief, the potion had given him some of Phoebe's ability at the game, so he didn't think anyone noticed the change in their seeker.
Practice went quite smoothly, he caught the snitch quickly every time it was released. Both Cambria and Anna saved him from bludgers. Apparently they thought it was good exercise to hit a bludger at their seeker and then try to block it before it reached him. He was lucky they were so good, he wasn't hit once. Now he knew how they could so easily defend their players, then hit their opponents with such precision. They did the same thing to the chasers.
The chasers were another thing altogether. Jenny, Larissa, and Morgaine worked like a seamless team, not paying attention to anything else, confident that their beaters would protect them. Richard now knew that Jenny was an excellent replacement for the old chaser Jamie.
When it became too dark to see the snitch, Andrew called an end to practice. Good, I don't want to risk Cambria or Anna missing their bludgers.
Andrew smiled at them, "Well, good practice, I'm glad Anna and Jenny were good choices. I know you all have schoolwork, but I want you to make you main homework quidditch."
All of them nodded, except Cambria, who had dissolved into something that sounded between a snicker and a giggle. She looked at Richard, winking slyly.
What the hell is she thinking? There was absolutely nothing funny about what Andrew had said. He himself had said something along those lines quite a few times.
When Cambria saw his confused face, she looked at him as if he were mad and waving a knife in the air screaming, "I am King Lou, I need to use the little kings room!"
What was she expecting?
*** *** ***
Phoebe was expecting him to come to her in the library the next day. His face was pale with horror.
"Did you use a pad or a tampon?"
"Pad, how can you stand to use tampons?"
Phoebe smirked as she heard this. She had known that he wouldn't go for the tampon, not with it happening so soon. She was also glad to see that he seemed to have some bit of respect for her body. Then the thought that he found her so unattractive that he wouldn't want to even try doing that. Phoebe shrugged it off, she really didn't care. Phoebe rarely ever cared what others thought of her.
"Well, sometimes they are needed."
Richard looked at her, "Can I sit down?"
"Did you bring coffee?"
"Erm, no."
"Then no, get coffee, the way I like it, and you can sit down."
She grinned at the look of disgust that her face gave her as Richard stomped off. She had papers strewn across the table. Phoebe had gone through only two books in the twenty-four hours she had been at work. Skipping Richard's classes, she was certain she would be hearing about that, she had tried all she could. Phoebe loved research, but she was impatient and hard to please with slow results. Her studying had yielded little more then what she already knew, no matter how many notes she had taken.
Someone had tampered with the potion, and it hadn't been her or DeMarcus. It had to have been someone good with potions, whoever would have directly tampered with it. But she didn't know what had been done to it, why it was causing it to be permanent and the other effects. She was already starting to feel less like herself, and more like DeMarcus. Blast male hormones! At least it would make Richard seem gay, and not make her feel lesbian. Phoebe was always one to be in control of any hormones she had. Richard's were testing her skill.
Richard came back with a pot of coffee and two mugs. Phoebe took a filled mug and downed it, sputtering it up.
"What the hell did you do to the coffee?!"
Richard looked at her bewildered. So that's what a shocked look on her face was, "I didn't do anything!"
Phoebe glared at him, "You idiot! You got Deffy to make it! Deffy can't make coffee to save her ears!"
Pulling out Drake, Phoebe waved it over to pot and mug and it changed to a lighter color and sweetened. With another wave, her papers and the books were cleaned from the sputtered coffee.
"How did you do that?"
Phoebe looked up into her own shocked eyes, "Do what?"
"Do that...thing without saying a spell?"
"Oh, I guess I can just do it. My wand just, well, knows me."
"I've never heard of anyone being able to do that without years of practice!"
Phoebe felt her cheeks redden slightly. Oh god, her face had that smirk that classically adorned Richard's face. That basturd is smirking at me!
"What is it DeMarcus?"
"You're blushing."
"I am not! I have just had no sleep in twenty-four hours, I'm flushing with lack of sleep!"
"Whatever you say Williams."
Phoebe glared at him and drank her coffee, feeling the familiar buzz running through her. Even in Richard's body, her love of coffee hadn't dulled. Oh how you are my only love! You are the only one who could ever truly know me!
She was almost proud that her friends did not know every bit about her. She never wrote her thoughts on paper. Her view on diaries was that if you wrote it down, you were asking someone to read it. Privacy was best kept in the mind.
Richard sighed, "Why is your bottom lip all messed up?"
"It is not messed up, I chew on it, it's perfectly fine."
"Well, maybe you'd get dates if you didn't always have a chewed on lip."
A small nerve twitched at that remark. It was true she didn't date, she had never really wanted too. Sure, she thought it would have been nice to have someone who made her heart pound, but she wasn't the most attentive of relationships, preferring the company of books to boys. Books didn't talk to you; they didn't try to change you.
Find your calm place, find your inner place. She put a picture of the opal she normally wore around her neck in mind, forcing herself to calm in light of its milky surface.
"I don't need dates, for your information."
"Why? Too much of a bookworm?"
"If you are not going to be of any help, then go to breakfast and leave me!"
"Oh, touchy now are we? Fine, I'll leave."
She watched her body stand and leave. Strange thoughts had been running through the part of her brain that belonged to Richard, had what his feelings would have been in that situation. The thoughts were strange, and she didn't quite understand them. She wasn't sure she wanted to understand them. He stopped and looked back at her with the blank _expression that she had always used as a shield.
"You will go to my classes today, I'm not making you fail, and you won't make me."
Phoebe shrugged, their schedules were almost identical, it didn't matter to her. The only problem she could see would be the change in writing styles. Phoebe knew they had to have different writing styles, they were two different people.
With another shrug, she went back to her research. If she had to go to classes, it was going to take even longer to find out what had happened, and even more important, how to reverse it.
*** *** ***
Richard forced himself to sit at the Gryffindor table. Habit had almost made him sit at the Slytherin table. Cursing himself under his breath, he sat down next to Morgaine, Cambria on his other side. Morgaine and Larissa were passing a notebook of some sort back and forth. He shrugged it off as stupid mudblood behavior.
Cambria passed him something under the table. He looked at it. It was the thing they had called a cd player.
"I put your favorite cd in for you. With all the stress, I thought you would need this. Besides, it'll drown out Andrew's morning rant."
Richard nodded his thanks and put the things that they had called headphones on his head, over his ears. It felt strange to have to brush back hair to put them on, even if Phoebe's hair was short for a girls.
Noise started pounding out of the headphones, accompanied by words. The noise he could only assume was music, so he listened to it, though it wasn't much to his taste.
I don't want to spend another lonely night, oooooooooo.
I've got the lights turned up
The door is locked, the bedroom TV's on
Doing the only thing that gets me through the night
Since you've been gone
Prayin' for daylight, waiting for that morning sun
So I can act like my whole life ain't going wrong
Baby come back to me, I swear I'll make it right
Don't make me spend another lonely night
Prayin' for daylight.
Boy, did Williams listen to trash. It sounded nothing like the music that was on wizarding radio. Larissa had called it 'country' and that the band was called 'rascal flatts'.
I call this boring. How could Williams listen to this? I've never heard music like this! Honestly! She was going to have a talking to.
I made a bad miscalculation
Betting you would never leave
'Cause if your getting on with your new life
Then where does that leave me
Prayin' for daylight, waiting for that morning sun
So I can act like my whole life ain't going wrong
Baby come back to me, I swear I'll make it right
Don't make me spend another lonely night
Prayin' for daylight.
Well, it does have a certain ring to it. Maybe it was entertaining, but I still don't like it. It was muggle music. I hate anything dealing with muggles... don't I?
The night before, Cambria had forced him to watch a 'movie'. It was called 'League of Extraordinary Gentlemen' or some bizarre thing like that. It was actually quite good, though Cambria had laughed at him when he gasped at Mina's sudden transformation into a vampire. He had never known that muggles knew what things such as vampires were. Cambria had then kicked him off the bed and told him to go to sleep. She had then thrown a notebook at him that hit him square in the face. She had laughed saying he was losing his touch. Luckily he caught the pencil she threw at him.
She pulled the headphones off and looked at him.
"Have you read my post yet?!"
"Post?"
"In the notebook!!!!!"
"Oh, that's why you threw it at me."
Cambria looked at him like he was insane again. At the moment, Kari passed by. Cambria glared at her.
"Little ball of string!" she hissed.
It was Richard's turn to stare at her like she was insane. The look was reflected in Cambria's face. "What is with you Phoebs?! You don't know homework, or quidditch, or little ball of string, and I doubt you know what happy bunnies and naughty ducks are!"
"Naughty ducks? Is that some kind of fantasy of yours?"
Cambria's eyes grow wide in anger. Somehow I think that was the wrong thing to say. Bad Richard, down boy!
To keep from risking risk to life and limb, he stood and walked back to the library. He needed someone to talk to, and Phoebe was the only one at the moment.
Cambria's Quidditch Terms
Richard was not used to all the teachers liking him. Thinking he was Phoebe, they came up to him before and after classes to joke or share news. Professor Binns actually came up to him and started talking to him about ancient Greek wizards as if he would actually be interested in that sort of thing. Professor McGonagall had given him a book on transfiguration, beaming at him when she said she was proud of Phoebe's progress in her animagi studies. Phoebe was working on becoming an animagi? This was going to be trouble.
McGonagall wanted to know if Phoebe knew what her animal form was yet, apparently Morgaine knew hers, but she was the only other student attempting to learn. Richard said he didn't, and McGonagall looked a bit crestfallen. Apparently Phoebe wasn't as in control of her magic as she led people to believe. Little Miss Gryffindor had her faults.
He was wandering towards the library when Morgaine ran into him.
"Phoebe! I've been looking all over for you! It's time for practice and Andrew's in a tizzy because you're not there yet!"
Richard sighed, Andrew Bryant was the Gryffindor quidditch captain and keeper for the Gryffindor team, and jerk extraordinaire. Richard and him had come to blows more then once, wouldn't it be interesting to be on his team. Richard would be able to see if the rumor that Bryant snuck into the girls changing room was true. He had been seen boasting about several of the girls on the team. In fact, Andrew was the only boy on the team. The Gryffindor team girls always became a distraction to the male players on the other team, both in their skill, and the obvious threat of the other male players suffering hormonal attacks.
Morgaine grabbed Richard's arm in an unceremonious manner and pulled him the entire way to the quidditch pitch. Unhand me you vile woman! I know the bloody way to the quidditch pitch!
It was a good thing Morgaine couldn't read thoughts. The Gryffindor quidditch team was waiting for them on the pitch. Cambria was waving them over.
"Come on Phoebs, Andrew is having a fit!"
Richard rolled his eyes and Morgaine smirked. Apparently Phoebe did that a lot. A short fourth year with brownish blonde hair tied back by a hair tie and green and blue eyes ran up to him.
"Phoebe! Phoebe! Where have you been? I tried to find you at breakfast this morning, dad sent me some pictures for us both."
Who the hell was this? Jess something? He knew she was related to Phoebe in some way. Thankfully, the smallest member of the team walked up. She was a thin, wiry girl with deep brown hair that was tied back similar to the other girl. She barely came up to shoulder height on Phoebe's body.
"Jenny Starling, leave Phoebe alone, she's probably barely able to fly. I can't believe Andrew is making her in this condition."
Phoebe had been in the library all day, but Andrew had come up to Richard, thinking that he, of course, was Phoebe. Andrew was not the most pleasant person in Gryffindor. He had come close to threatening Richard if he didn't show up at practice. Richard found it odd that such a violent person was allowed to be captain. Maybe it was because he was the oldest member, and they wouldn't have to deal with him once he left. He was not even half the captain Jamie Lear had been, but Jamie had graduated the year before.
Jenny pouted, "Fine Anna, fine. But Andrew is still having a fit."
As if to speak of the devil, Andrew walked up with his shock of brown hair that sat on his head messily in a manner he deemed attractive. Richard thought he looked like a twat, Phoebe seemed to feel the same way when Richard had questioned her. He had never known that his face scowled that way. Bright, brown eyes laced with green glared at Richard.
"It's about time you got here! We've been waiting for near an age!"
Richard looked at Andrew blankly, holding Phoebe's Thunderflash in his hand. The Thunderflash was the broom a step higher then a Firebolt. Richard was still not sure how a mudblood got a hold on one. He himself was on a Firebolt.
In answer to Andrew, Richard threw his leg over Phoebe's broom and kicked off. The rest of the team smirked as Andrew fumed. The rest of the team kicked off as Andrew released the quidditch balls. Richard gave the snitch a ten second head start before going out to look for it.
A bludger came up behind Richard without him noticing it. He would have been hit in the back of the head if it weren't for Anna hitting it across the pitch. Richard had wondered when the Gryffindor team had chosen the tiny Anna to be a beater. Now he was thankful. She could hit a bludger farther then the beaters that were three times her size on the Slytherin team.
He had been afraid that the team would notice a change in Phoebe's flying style. Phoebe's style was much different then his own, his was more choppy, while Phoebe's was more graceful, like a dancer on a stage. But, to his disbelief, the potion had given him some of Phoebe's ability at the game, so he didn't think anyone noticed the change in their seeker.
Practice went quite smoothly, he caught the snitch quickly every time it was released. Both Cambria and Anna saved him from bludgers. Apparently they thought it was good exercise to hit a bludger at their seeker and then try to block it before it reached him. He was lucky they were so good, he wasn't hit once. Now he knew how they could so easily defend their players, then hit their opponents with such precision. They did the same thing to the chasers.
The chasers were another thing altogether. Jenny, Larissa, and Morgaine worked like a seamless team, not paying attention to anything else, confident that their beaters would protect them. Richard now knew that Jenny was an excellent replacement for the old chaser Jamie.
When it became too dark to see the snitch, Andrew called an end to practice. Good, I don't want to risk Cambria or Anna missing their bludgers.
Andrew smiled at them, "Well, good practice, I'm glad Anna and Jenny were good choices. I know you all have schoolwork, but I want you to make you main homework quidditch."
All of them nodded, except Cambria, who had dissolved into something that sounded between a snicker and a giggle. She looked at Richard, winking slyly.
What the hell is she thinking? There was absolutely nothing funny about what Andrew had said. He himself had said something along those lines quite a few times.
When Cambria saw his confused face, she looked at him as if he were mad and waving a knife in the air screaming, "I am King Lou, I need to use the little kings room!"
What was she expecting?
*** *** ***
Phoebe was expecting him to come to her in the library the next day. His face was pale with horror.
"Did you use a pad or a tampon?"
"Pad, how can you stand to use tampons?"
Phoebe smirked as she heard this. She had known that he wouldn't go for the tampon, not with it happening so soon. She was also glad to see that he seemed to have some bit of respect for her body. Then the thought that he found her so unattractive that he wouldn't want to even try doing that. Phoebe shrugged it off, she really didn't care. Phoebe rarely ever cared what others thought of her.
"Well, sometimes they are needed."
Richard looked at her, "Can I sit down?"
"Did you bring coffee?"
"Erm, no."
"Then no, get coffee, the way I like it, and you can sit down."
She grinned at the look of disgust that her face gave her as Richard stomped off. She had papers strewn across the table. Phoebe had gone through only two books in the twenty-four hours she had been at work. Skipping Richard's classes, she was certain she would be hearing about that, she had tried all she could. Phoebe loved research, but she was impatient and hard to please with slow results. Her studying had yielded little more then what she already knew, no matter how many notes she had taken.
Someone had tampered with the potion, and it hadn't been her or DeMarcus. It had to have been someone good with potions, whoever would have directly tampered with it. But she didn't know what had been done to it, why it was causing it to be permanent and the other effects. She was already starting to feel less like herself, and more like DeMarcus. Blast male hormones! At least it would make Richard seem gay, and not make her feel lesbian. Phoebe was always one to be in control of any hormones she had. Richard's were testing her skill.
Richard came back with a pot of coffee and two mugs. Phoebe took a filled mug and downed it, sputtering it up.
"What the hell did you do to the coffee?!"
Richard looked at her bewildered. So that's what a shocked look on her face was, "I didn't do anything!"
Phoebe glared at him, "You idiot! You got Deffy to make it! Deffy can't make coffee to save her ears!"
Pulling out Drake, Phoebe waved it over to pot and mug and it changed to a lighter color and sweetened. With another wave, her papers and the books were cleaned from the sputtered coffee.
"How did you do that?"
Phoebe looked up into her own shocked eyes, "Do what?"
"Do that...thing without saying a spell?"
"Oh, I guess I can just do it. My wand just, well, knows me."
"I've never heard of anyone being able to do that without years of practice!"
Phoebe felt her cheeks redden slightly. Oh god, her face had that smirk that classically adorned Richard's face. That basturd is smirking at me!
"What is it DeMarcus?"
"You're blushing."
"I am not! I have just had no sleep in twenty-four hours, I'm flushing with lack of sleep!"
"Whatever you say Williams."
Phoebe glared at him and drank her coffee, feeling the familiar buzz running through her. Even in Richard's body, her love of coffee hadn't dulled. Oh how you are my only love! You are the only one who could ever truly know me!
She was almost proud that her friends did not know every bit about her. She never wrote her thoughts on paper. Her view on diaries was that if you wrote it down, you were asking someone to read it. Privacy was best kept in the mind.
Richard sighed, "Why is your bottom lip all messed up?"
"It is not messed up, I chew on it, it's perfectly fine."
"Well, maybe you'd get dates if you didn't always have a chewed on lip."
A small nerve twitched at that remark. It was true she didn't date, she had never really wanted too. Sure, she thought it would have been nice to have someone who made her heart pound, but she wasn't the most attentive of relationships, preferring the company of books to boys. Books didn't talk to you; they didn't try to change you.
Find your calm place, find your inner place. She put a picture of the opal she normally wore around her neck in mind, forcing herself to calm in light of its milky surface.
"I don't need dates, for your information."
"Why? Too much of a bookworm?"
"If you are not going to be of any help, then go to breakfast and leave me!"
"Oh, touchy now are we? Fine, I'll leave."
She watched her body stand and leave. Strange thoughts had been running through the part of her brain that belonged to Richard, had what his feelings would have been in that situation. The thoughts were strange, and she didn't quite understand them. She wasn't sure she wanted to understand them. He stopped and looked back at her with the blank _expression that she had always used as a shield.
"You will go to my classes today, I'm not making you fail, and you won't make me."
Phoebe shrugged, their schedules were almost identical, it didn't matter to her. The only problem she could see would be the change in writing styles. Phoebe knew they had to have different writing styles, they were two different people.
With another shrug, she went back to her research. If she had to go to classes, it was going to take even longer to find out what had happened, and even more important, how to reverse it.
*** *** ***
Richard forced himself to sit at the Gryffindor table. Habit had almost made him sit at the Slytherin table. Cursing himself under his breath, he sat down next to Morgaine, Cambria on his other side. Morgaine and Larissa were passing a notebook of some sort back and forth. He shrugged it off as stupid mudblood behavior.
Cambria passed him something under the table. He looked at it. It was the thing they had called a cd player.
"I put your favorite cd in for you. With all the stress, I thought you would need this. Besides, it'll drown out Andrew's morning rant."
Richard nodded his thanks and put the things that they had called headphones on his head, over his ears. It felt strange to have to brush back hair to put them on, even if Phoebe's hair was short for a girls.
Noise started pounding out of the headphones, accompanied by words. The noise he could only assume was music, so he listened to it, though it wasn't much to his taste.
I don't want to spend another lonely night, oooooooooo.
I've got the lights turned up
The door is locked, the bedroom TV's on
Doing the only thing that gets me through the night
Since you've been gone
Prayin' for daylight, waiting for that morning sun
So I can act like my whole life ain't going wrong
Baby come back to me, I swear I'll make it right
Don't make me spend another lonely night
Prayin' for daylight.
Boy, did Williams listen to trash. It sounded nothing like the music that was on wizarding radio. Larissa had called it 'country' and that the band was called 'rascal flatts'.
I call this boring. How could Williams listen to this? I've never heard music like this! Honestly! She was going to have a talking to.
I made a bad miscalculation
Betting you would never leave
'Cause if your getting on with your new life
Then where does that leave me
Prayin' for daylight, waiting for that morning sun
So I can act like my whole life ain't going wrong
Baby come back to me, I swear I'll make it right
Don't make me spend another lonely night
Prayin' for daylight.
Well, it does have a certain ring to it. Maybe it was entertaining, but I still don't like it. It was muggle music. I hate anything dealing with muggles... don't I?
The night before, Cambria had forced him to watch a 'movie'. It was called 'League of Extraordinary Gentlemen' or some bizarre thing like that. It was actually quite good, though Cambria had laughed at him when he gasped at Mina's sudden transformation into a vampire. He had never known that muggles knew what things such as vampires were. Cambria had then kicked him off the bed and told him to go to sleep. She had then thrown a notebook at him that hit him square in the face. She had laughed saying he was losing his touch. Luckily he caught the pencil she threw at him.
She pulled the headphones off and looked at him.
"Have you read my post yet?!"
"Post?"
"In the notebook!!!!!"
"Oh, that's why you threw it at me."
Cambria looked at him like he was insane again. At the moment, Kari passed by. Cambria glared at her.
"Little ball of string!" she hissed.
It was Richard's turn to stare at her like she was insane. The look was reflected in Cambria's face. "What is with you Phoebs?! You don't know homework, or quidditch, or little ball of string, and I doubt you know what happy bunnies and naughty ducks are!"
"Naughty ducks? Is that some kind of fantasy of yours?"
Cambria's eyes grow wide in anger. Somehow I think that was the wrong thing to say. Bad Richard, down boy!
To keep from risking risk to life and limb, he stood and walked back to the library. He needed someone to talk to, and Phoebe was the only one at the moment.