Chapter Five
A Very Bad Fairy Tale
During the night, Cambria was the one that helped Phoebe. She didn't have as many classes as Morgaine, so she didn't have as much schoolwork. Plus the fact that she didn't mind bending the rules more then Morgaine didn't hinder the operation either.
Both girls were taking a break, as it was past eight. Cambria was listening to music on Phoebe's cd player. Phoebe was reading. Well, it was a book of fairy tales, so it wasn't like she was working.
Cam had started humming, so Phoebe balled up a piece of paper that was by Cam and threw it at her. It hit Cam square on the forehead.
"Hey! That was my homework!"
Both looked at each other for a silent second before both dissolved in giggles. Hearing Richard's voice giggle was a rather odd experience. Phoebe decided that it was an amusing noise.
"Really Cam? That was your homework? I hope it was potions."
More giggles ensued. Phoebe grinned at Cambria and looked back at her book.
"What are you reading?"
"Fairy tales."
"Which ones?"
"Well, I'm reading The Frog Prince."
"Hmm, what's that about?"
"Honestly Cambria, you're dense!"
"Am not, I want to know if it's different then the cartoon version."
"Well, it's about a princess and she finds a talking frog. The frog saves her golden ball-"
"Ball? Heeheehee!"
"Shut up Cam! Well, he makes her promise that she'll do things for him if he saves her golden ball."
"What sort of things?"
"Honestly Cam! It's a frog!"
"She must have strange tastes."
"CAM!"
"Continue please."
"Ok, well, she takes him to the castle and has to let him sit by her plate, and she has to feed him herself. She has to let him sleep on her pillow. Well, she has a royal fit about the frog and the frog reveals that there is a spell on him. She kisses him at some point, and he turns into a prince. Like all Fairy tales, they fall in love and get married."
"Does he have a golden ball too?"
"CAMBRIA!"
"Sorry, couldn't resist."
"Honestly!"
"Sorry."
Phoebe scowled at Cambria and went back to reading. They sat there in silence for quite a while, Phoebe getting through several fairy tales. After a long while, Cambria looked up.
"What spell was on the frog dude?"
Phoebe looked at Cambria confused, "It doesn't say."
"Oh."
They fell into silence once more. Phoebe started to ponder what Cambria had said. What spell had been used on the frog prince? It sounded oddly like...
THE POLYJUICE POTION!
Phoebe jumped to her feet and a look of victory came over her.
"It was the polyjuice potion! That's what was used on the frog prince!"
Cambria's eyes lit up. Phoebe's did as well until the rest of it dawned on her. Dread and horror replaced the victory.
"Oh God!"
"What?????"
All the color left Phoebe's face.
"I have to kiss Richard."
Cambria's face paled. After a second though, Cambria dissolved back into giggles.
"Well, this'll be strange, you have to snog yourself!"
Phoebe sank back into her chair and buried her face in her hands.
"Why me? Why me? Why me?"
""Poor Phoebs... Can I take pictures?"
"NO!"
"What? This would make school headlines! Phoebe Williams and Richard DeMarcus, sworn enemies, snogging!"
"You aren't helping Cam!"
"I think it's sweet!"
"Yeah, well you also like Snape!"
"As a teacher."
"Sure Cam, suuuuuuuure."
"Still, I'm not the one that has to snog DeMarcus."
"Shut up Cam!"
*** *** ***
Phoebe avoided Richard for the next two days. Every time she saw him in her own body, she gagged and ran off. She really wanted to be back in her own body, but she didn't want to go through with the only way she knew how to get back into it.
Who would want to kiss themselves? Who would want to kiss their worst enemy? Who would want to kiss a mask?
Phoebe had gone into hiding, with Larissa being the only one knowing where she was. In the quidditch supply closet. It was easy to hide in, she had done it when she was younger and needed some time alone. People rarely went into it, and when they did, there was plenty to hide behind. Larissa was the only one she told this too. Morgaine would get worried and tell Cambria, and Cam would tell Richard, and Richard was the last person she wanted to see.
She was curled up in the far right corner with her copy of American Gods. She was at the part that had made it impossible for her to ever watch "I Love Lucy". There was a small window that shone right on the pages, so it was quite comfortable. All she needed was to be left here till it was too dark to read, then she could sneak back into Slytherin and going to bed, even if she did miss Gryffindor. Gryffindor was always so warm and comfortable, you could just curl up in a chair and no one would bother you. Well, except Paul. It was a general rule never to eat anything Paul gave you. He spent too much time in joke shops and was said to know Fred and George Weasley personally.
The door opened and light filtered in. It didn't bother her, she was surrounded by supplies, and only Larissa knew where she was. There was movement, it sounded like someone was coming closer.
I shouldn't worry, no one would want to find me. I'm in Richard's body, and no one I know would want to find Richard.
Her face popped around some of the boxes.
"Larissa said you'd be here."
"Rissa squealed on me! What did you do to her?! Torture? Anguish? Pain? Torment?"
A smile spread across Richard's Phoebe face.
"No, actually, her and Cambria came to me and said you had a development you needed me for."
He came over to her and pulled the book out of her hands and pulled her to up so that she was standing. Phoebe looked down at him uneasy. She still wasn't used to being tall.
"And Rissa told you where I was?"
"Yes, and that's not all I was told."
Phoebe's uneasiness grew. Richard had a glint in his...erm...her own eyes. He grabbed her and kissed her.
Very distinct thoughts ran through both of their minds. They went a little like this.
Richard: Wow, this is a lot better then kissing my reflection! I really am a great kisser! I am fabulous, I really am!
Phoebe: EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW! I'm kissing myself! EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW!
The pain of transforming back into themselves set in. Phoebe pushed Richard away and buried her face in her hands. She looked at her hands. THEY WERE NORMAL AGAIN!
Well, they were a bit blurry.
She looked up at Richard. The git was smiling at her! He took her glasses off his face and stuck them on hers. Everything became clearer. He took the ring out of his pocket and placed it into her hand.
"There you go Williams, your affects."
"What about my necklace?"
"What necklace?"
"The opal one I'm always wearing that's been missing since I woke up in your body in the hospital wing."
"Well, I don't have it."
"But you have to have it!"
Richard just smirked at her and leaned in again. She backed away, grabbed her book, and ran out.
Richard sighed in aggravation as she ran off.
"Well, looks like I'll have to figure out who did this, Williams has gone all Gryffindor on me."
*** *** ***
Phoebe ran into the Gryffindor tower, gasping the password as she didn't slow her pace. The Fat Lady swung open quickly. Phoebe collapsed on the couch. Oh God it feels so good to be back in my own body!
Larissa looked up from a notebook at her.
"So, is this Phoebe?"
Phoebe looked up and glared at Larissa. She nodded.
"Thought so. What was it like kissing yourself?"
"I hate you."
"Why?"
"I had to kiss myself."
"I'm aware of that."
"God Rissa! You're starting to sound like me!"
"That is bad."
Morgaine and Cambria walked in and looked at Phoebe, each one with their own personalized smirk on their faces. Usually those tailored smirks brought Phoebe's own custom-made smirk, but not when she was at the but of the joke.
"So Phoebe, was it a good kiss?"
"Shut up Larissa."
"Was there anything other then lips involved?"
"Shut up Morgaine."
"Any quidditch? You were in the quidditch shed."
"Shut up Cambria."
"Sure Phoebs. Well, if you want to talk about..."
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Suit yourself."
Phoebe got up and walked up to her room. She threw herself onto her bed and buried her face in the pillows. Her head remained there until she needed to come up for air. When she did, she looked around, grabbing her Stitch doll and hugging it. It was on, so when she hugged it, it talked.
"I love you too."
Phoebe smirked, "You're rotten."
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Phoebe smiled and reached under her bed. She frowned, "Hey! Where's my scrap book?!"
A Very Bad Fairy Tale
During the night, Cambria was the one that helped Phoebe. She didn't have as many classes as Morgaine, so she didn't have as much schoolwork. Plus the fact that she didn't mind bending the rules more then Morgaine didn't hinder the operation either.
Both girls were taking a break, as it was past eight. Cambria was listening to music on Phoebe's cd player. Phoebe was reading. Well, it was a book of fairy tales, so it wasn't like she was working.
Cam had started humming, so Phoebe balled up a piece of paper that was by Cam and threw it at her. It hit Cam square on the forehead.
"Hey! That was my homework!"
Both looked at each other for a silent second before both dissolved in giggles. Hearing Richard's voice giggle was a rather odd experience. Phoebe decided that it was an amusing noise.
"Really Cam? That was your homework? I hope it was potions."
More giggles ensued. Phoebe grinned at Cambria and looked back at her book.
"What are you reading?"
"Fairy tales."
"Which ones?"
"Well, I'm reading The Frog Prince."
"Hmm, what's that about?"
"Honestly Cambria, you're dense!"
"Am not, I want to know if it's different then the cartoon version."
"Well, it's about a princess and she finds a talking frog. The frog saves her golden ball-"
"Ball? Heeheehee!"
"Shut up Cam! Well, he makes her promise that she'll do things for him if he saves her golden ball."
"What sort of things?"
"Honestly Cam! It's a frog!"
"She must have strange tastes."
"CAM!"
"Continue please."
"Ok, well, she takes him to the castle and has to let him sit by her plate, and she has to feed him herself. She has to let him sleep on her pillow. Well, she has a royal fit about the frog and the frog reveals that there is a spell on him. She kisses him at some point, and he turns into a prince. Like all Fairy tales, they fall in love and get married."
"Does he have a golden ball too?"
"CAMBRIA!"
"Sorry, couldn't resist."
"Honestly!"
"Sorry."
Phoebe scowled at Cambria and went back to reading. They sat there in silence for quite a while, Phoebe getting through several fairy tales. After a long while, Cambria looked up.
"What spell was on the frog dude?"
Phoebe looked at Cambria confused, "It doesn't say."
"Oh."
They fell into silence once more. Phoebe started to ponder what Cambria had said. What spell had been used on the frog prince? It sounded oddly like...
THE POLYJUICE POTION!
Phoebe jumped to her feet and a look of victory came over her.
"It was the polyjuice potion! That's what was used on the frog prince!"
Cambria's eyes lit up. Phoebe's did as well until the rest of it dawned on her. Dread and horror replaced the victory.
"Oh God!"
"What?????"
All the color left Phoebe's face.
"I have to kiss Richard."
Cambria's face paled. After a second though, Cambria dissolved back into giggles.
"Well, this'll be strange, you have to snog yourself!"
Phoebe sank back into her chair and buried her face in her hands.
"Why me? Why me? Why me?"
""Poor Phoebs... Can I take pictures?"
"NO!"
"What? This would make school headlines! Phoebe Williams and Richard DeMarcus, sworn enemies, snogging!"
"You aren't helping Cam!"
"I think it's sweet!"
"Yeah, well you also like Snape!"
"As a teacher."
"Sure Cam, suuuuuuuure."
"Still, I'm not the one that has to snog DeMarcus."
"Shut up Cam!"
*** *** ***
Phoebe avoided Richard for the next two days. Every time she saw him in her own body, she gagged and ran off. She really wanted to be back in her own body, but she didn't want to go through with the only way she knew how to get back into it.
Who would want to kiss themselves? Who would want to kiss their worst enemy? Who would want to kiss a mask?
Phoebe had gone into hiding, with Larissa being the only one knowing where she was. In the quidditch supply closet. It was easy to hide in, she had done it when she was younger and needed some time alone. People rarely went into it, and when they did, there was plenty to hide behind. Larissa was the only one she told this too. Morgaine would get worried and tell Cambria, and Cam would tell Richard, and Richard was the last person she wanted to see.
She was curled up in the far right corner with her copy of American Gods. She was at the part that had made it impossible for her to ever watch "I Love Lucy". There was a small window that shone right on the pages, so it was quite comfortable. All she needed was to be left here till it was too dark to read, then she could sneak back into Slytherin and going to bed, even if she did miss Gryffindor. Gryffindor was always so warm and comfortable, you could just curl up in a chair and no one would bother you. Well, except Paul. It was a general rule never to eat anything Paul gave you. He spent too much time in joke shops and was said to know Fred and George Weasley personally.
The door opened and light filtered in. It didn't bother her, she was surrounded by supplies, and only Larissa knew where she was. There was movement, it sounded like someone was coming closer.
I shouldn't worry, no one would want to find me. I'm in Richard's body, and no one I know would want to find Richard.
Her face popped around some of the boxes.
"Larissa said you'd be here."
"Rissa squealed on me! What did you do to her?! Torture? Anguish? Pain? Torment?"
A smile spread across Richard's Phoebe face.
"No, actually, her and Cambria came to me and said you had a development you needed me for."
He came over to her and pulled the book out of her hands and pulled her to up so that she was standing. Phoebe looked down at him uneasy. She still wasn't used to being tall.
"And Rissa told you where I was?"
"Yes, and that's not all I was told."
Phoebe's uneasiness grew. Richard had a glint in his...erm...her own eyes. He grabbed her and kissed her.
Very distinct thoughts ran through both of their minds. They went a little like this.
Richard: Wow, this is a lot better then kissing my reflection! I really am a great kisser! I am fabulous, I really am!
Phoebe: EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW! I'm kissing myself! EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW!
The pain of transforming back into themselves set in. Phoebe pushed Richard away and buried her face in her hands. She looked at her hands. THEY WERE NORMAL AGAIN!
Well, they were a bit blurry.
She looked up at Richard. The git was smiling at her! He took her glasses off his face and stuck them on hers. Everything became clearer. He took the ring out of his pocket and placed it into her hand.
"There you go Williams, your affects."
"What about my necklace?"
"What necklace?"
"The opal one I'm always wearing that's been missing since I woke up in your body in the hospital wing."
"Well, I don't have it."
"But you have to have it!"
Richard just smirked at her and leaned in again. She backed away, grabbed her book, and ran out.
Richard sighed in aggravation as she ran off.
"Well, looks like I'll have to figure out who did this, Williams has gone all Gryffindor on me."
*** *** ***
Phoebe ran into the Gryffindor tower, gasping the password as she didn't slow her pace. The Fat Lady swung open quickly. Phoebe collapsed on the couch. Oh God it feels so good to be back in my own body!
Larissa looked up from a notebook at her.
"So, is this Phoebe?"
Phoebe looked up and glared at Larissa. She nodded.
"Thought so. What was it like kissing yourself?"
"I hate you."
"Why?"
"I had to kiss myself."
"I'm aware of that."
"God Rissa! You're starting to sound like me!"
"That is bad."
Morgaine and Cambria walked in and looked at Phoebe, each one with their own personalized smirk on their faces. Usually those tailored smirks brought Phoebe's own custom-made smirk, but not when she was at the but of the joke.
"So Phoebe, was it a good kiss?"
"Shut up Larissa."
"Was there anything other then lips involved?"
"Shut up Morgaine."
"Any quidditch? You were in the quidditch shed."
"Shut up Cambria."
"Sure Phoebs. Well, if you want to talk about..."
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Suit yourself."
Phoebe got up and walked up to her room. She threw herself onto her bed and buried her face in the pillows. Her head remained there until she needed to come up for air. When she did, she looked around, grabbing her Stitch doll and hugging it. It was on, so when she hugged it, it talked.
"I love you too."
Phoebe smirked, "You're rotten."
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Phoebe smiled and reached under her bed. She frowned, "Hey! Where's my scrap book?!"