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A/N: Once again, this chapter may be slightly different than it was originally, but we hope it is good, nonetheless. Enjoy!
Chapter 8: Gibberish
Ron was not in a good mood. He had just had the most horrible day that he could remember ever having in his life...and that was saying something. Weiss' Truth Spell was a pain in the rear end. Ron, who had always had trouble in Snape's class to begin with, was now serving two weeks of detention for bad mouthing him in front of the entire Potions class. All he had done was tell Snape that his nose looked like Pinocchio's did when he was lying, and that you could supply a homeless man with a lifetime's supply of grease from the amount you could drain from Snape's hair. It was nothing too heinous. Apparently, Snape didn't think so.
They were currently working on a Wart Removal Potion, and Ron discovered, to his chagrin, that he was out of stinging nettles and he would need at least an ounce.
"Harry, can I borrow an ounce of stinging nettle?"
"Sure thing, Ron," responded Harry, handing over the stinging nettle without even lifting his head from his own potion.
"Attention seeker!" Ron blurted.
"What was that?" asked Harry, taken aback and slightly hurt.
"I'm sorry, Harry. It's Weiss' spell."
Harry's face looked even more upset at this news, and even slightly angry.
"What's wrong, Harry? You know I can't control what I say."
"I know, Ron. It's just...it's a Truth Spell..."
"So?"
"That means that you really think that of me...if you say it so abruptly."
Ron stared down at his potion, lost in thought and feeling guilty. Harry didn't deserve what he had said. But Ron couldn't help it. He wasn't even aware that he had been thinking it...but he knew he had been. Ron had always thought that--secretly anyway--Harry somewhat enjoyed all the misery that was heaped upon him...in some psuedo-masochistic way. He wanted to wallop himself in the head with a broomstick. He tried to open his mouth and apologize, but it appeared that the bell had rung while he was thinking, and Harry had already disappeared out the door, Hermione following after him to try and figure out what was wrong.
Ron was going to make Weiss pay for this...Weiss had gone too far.
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Ron stared down at his half-eaten steak and kidney pie, and tried to gain up the energy to eat another bite, but for the first time in his life, he just wasn't hungry. That's what losing one's friends can do to a person. Harry was still upset with him, and Hermione was refusing to speak to him until he apologized to Harry. The problem was, Ron knew that if he apologized to Harry, he'd be lying if he said he didn't mean it...because he did on some level. If he didn't mean it, he wouldn't have said it...would he?
Ron took a slip of paper out of his pocket and viewed it carefully. On the page was the spell he was planning to use on Weiss. It looked simple enough--an easy Latin incantation that a first year could do--and all he had to do would be to get close enough to him without having Weiss suspect what he was up to.
Ron smiled suddenly as he had an idea. He took out his quill and hurriedly drew a small design on the paper, and walked outside the great double doors. Once outside in the entrance hall, he counted to ten very slowly, and walked back inside the bustling Great Hall.
He walked confidently up to the Head's Table and kneeled down next to Weiss' chair.
"Professor Trelawney asked me to give you this," he muttered softly.
Weiss opened the note, slightly confused. He didn't know who this Professor Trelawney even was...why was she writing to him? He gave Ron a questioning look when he opened the note and saw only three words and a smiley face.
"What is this?" he asked Ron.
"Your downfall," muttered Ron, pointing his wand at Weiss' chest, concealing it behind the rim of the Head's Table. Softly he whispered "Lingue Distorte Amar."
Weiss tried to speak, but all that came out was "Nortfur."
"Do you understand what's going on, Weiss? I put a Gibberish Spell on you. You won't be able to carry on a comprehensive conversation ever again...or at least until I get bored and decide to remove the spell...but I wouldn't count on it happening for a long time. That's what happens when a Weasley gets even!"
Ron started to laugh, but stopped. Something didn't seem right about what was going on. He was silently observing the room, and then he noticed it...Weiss wasn't the only one speaking gibberish. Over half the school was...
'This could be a problem,' thought Ron, just before banging his head on the table. 'How are we going to get out of this one?'
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That's all for chapter 8. We're sorry it's so short, but it's only a cord to the next chapter, where we finally pair up a couple. Gibberish is once again, a Relient K song from the album "Two Left Turns..." Here are the lyrics.
arg wu sentafinticate nar dunderford
bida menti kosticated interserd
thorphilliate stinded yilla billa zay
wentora yate paravillintiniay paravillintiniay
dorga orpha dorga billa dorga orpha stifaleare
dorga orpha dorga billa tonalation fonamere
stop talking gibberish or just stop talking
stop talking gibberish or just stop talking
stop talking gibberish or just stop talking
stop talking gibberish or just stop talking now
if i had one wish well i don't know what i'd wish for
but if i had a million zillion wishes i'd use one to let you know that gibberish is
not a nice way to talk to all your
mork sawx ippen reeby yufftabar
higgerd quillip ernigrade du wellinshar
lirp crawn xyfa gourk jawinstabray
venaldo urp paravillintiniay paravillintiniay
stop talking gibberish or just stop talking
stop talking gibberish or just stop talking
stop talking gibberish or just stop talking
stop talking gibberish or just stop talking now
if i had one wish well i don't know what i'd wish
for but if i had a million zillion wishes i'd use one to let you know that gibberish is
not a nice way to talk to all your friends
