{Hermione offered to sell me her soul in exchange for the next chapter. Wow. I feel so privileged. I guess I'll have to post one.}
{MandELLA, sorry it took me so long, I've just been really, really, really (times fifteen) busy. It's not that I don't love you all.}
It was about eight o'clock when we were all called to eat in the fairy mess hall. It was a glittering spectacle full of students performing half-good spells. The food did strange dances that eliminated my appetite and turned my hunger into queasiness. Chad was sitting next to me, looking dark and worried. He jumped at every bang and boom, of which there were a lot.
"You're going to get an ulcer if you carry on that way." I muttered to him.
"I think I'll get an ulcer no matter what I do." He shrugged, poking hesitantly at his singing potatoes. "This food certainly won't sit well. Alack." I stared at him not because he thrust a spoonful of potatoes but because of the word he had used.
"Alack?"
"It's a commonly used interjection." He said, after swallowing a lump and cringing.
"It is not commonly used unless you're from this planet, buddy boy."
"It's commonly used in Shakespeare." He corrected himself quickly. "Just forget it."
I frowned. "What? Wait, I'm confused…." What had we been talking about?
"Oops. Sorry." He muttered, poking at his potato again.
"Why? Why are you sorry?" I groaned and my stomach rumbled. The bread in front of me looked perfectly edible and normal. I looked both ways before grabbing the bread and stuffing it whole in my heavy salivating mouth. A fairy-in-training shook her head disgustedly at me as she pointed to her food and made it dance.
I chewed slowly, having great difficulties with the chunk.
"I wonder where Michelle is." Chad said halfheartedly.
"Uhyahyah." I said through the roll.
"Don't talk until you finish chewing." The fairy in front of me commanded.
In that case I won't be talking for half an hour.
I chewed faster and my jaw began to ache. I don't really know how I managed, but eventually I got the whole roll down.
"Ah." I sighed in relief.
"Do you normally eat like that?" Chad asked.
"No. But my food doesn't normally dance or sing either."
Chad looked around the room. I saw Limab talking to some brunette girl with sparkles all around her face. She was very lovely. She was apparently disinterested in Mr. Ean. Poor lad. I didn't see many adults in the room and I certainly couldn't find Michelle.
I groaned.
"I don't feel so healthy." I finally said.
"Well, after seeing you eat that piece of bread, I don't either." Chad agreed.
"No, I mean… where's Michelle? I don't feel like being down here anymore."
"How do you propose we get back to bed? I certainly don't want to ask one of them," he jerked his head towards a drove of fairies, "to transport us again."
"Ugh, definitely not." I still felt slightly nauseous from the flight. "Let's just… try?"
"Yeah, I guess." We stood and headed for the hall of a hundred staircases.
"We'll definitely be ready for bed by the time we get back up there." I moaned.
"I already am." Chad said quietly. "I think this is the right staircase…."
It was two hours before we found our room again.
Two stinking hours.
In that time we said barely anything, and wound up crawling the rest of the way up. Once we got to our room we fell onto the pallet with little more than a grunt. My eyes immediately closed and I fell deep into slumber.
(Sorry, it's pathetic, but I'm having so much trouble suddenly with this. I've been working more or less on my original novels, and I'm really hoping an agent will RESPOND ONE DAY! But no, they are busy. Thus, a puny ickle chapter. I hope you enjoyed it anyway. If anyone has any brilliant ideas, I would certainly be glad to see them. Love always, Fiery Wordess)
