A/N: And another chapter we go!
Blah—I just talked to my friend Celia (Corazon) on the phone and I had said I felt sorry for the Olsen twins because of the one that's in rehab. The one left is alone, without her sister and left to worry for her health. I'd hate to have this happen to me, my best friend Andrea (Ada) gets hurt or she starts doing drugs or something and I would be left a very worried person. Celia said she didn't really feel sorry for any of the Celebrities because they are rich and do that stuff to themselves. (please note, that it does depend of the situation as to what is right to do or feel.)
I really should have ripped into her for that. I don't care about the personal lives of celebrities because it's their personal life and I don't need to be constantly informed of it. But to not have sympathy, to dislike someone because they've got money is just downright wrong. If this had been true of everyone, I wouldn't have ended up being friends with Celia or Andrea because I grew up getting clothes from Goodwill or using hand-me-downs. I grew up near poor. My mom was turned down for WIC support because one of the Shriners gave me a very pretty and apparently expensive, dress to wear for formal occasions when I was four. Because I didn't LOOK poor, they turned my mom down for WIC support.
Sympathy shouldn't be given to people who look like they deserve it because they're lower than you are or are at level with you. It should be given as a practice. Hope for an individual shouldn't be given because they're the same as you, it should be given as freely as it's been for the longest time. Whether you like someone or not should not depend on how much money they've got or if they managed to get into college without having to use scholarships or not; it should depend on who they are, not their image.
Things of this matter really weigh on me day in and day out as about half my friends think like this. I hear them talk constantly and it's now beginning to give me a headache. I'm sorry I ranted on here and you had to read this, but I had to get it out somehow. Thank you for your time.
Chapter Seven
Olivia twirled in the latest of the outfits for the new play from the art department. All the other Drama girls were doing the same, trying out the new sets and whatnot, having fun with the make up. Olivia chose lime green as her new hair color and went with it in everything she played with.
It wasn't until then that she saw Ada all alone in a corner of the room looking through the new script. She was chosen to play the little sister of one of the characters, since she was so quiet.
Olivia walked over to Ada and held up a mask in front of her face as she leaned down to be directly in front of her. "BOO!"
Ada jumped off her seat and landed on the floor. When she saw it was Olivia, she giggled and got back up. Olivia grinned. "Why are you just sitting there? Wouldn't you rather join us in putting up the new costumes?"
Ada shook her head and smiled. "No.. That's all right. I am only looking through the script for my parts."
Olivia giggled. "You're so strange, Ada. Why are you so quiet all the time?"
Ada looked away and blushed. "It—it's just that I—I have no one to really talk to. Especially when I'm here all alone."
"What do you mean?"
Ada looked frightened now. "It's—it's NOTHING!" She got to her feet and ran out of the room. Olivia frowned. That rarely happened, her frowning, but when she did, it was for a valid reason, or she was acting, which she wasn't.
When class let out, she sought out Fidelio. In the hallway, she found him with Charlie, though Charlie looked like he was about to die. "Hi Fido! Hey, Charlie!"
"Charlie seems to have detention now with Morgan," said Fidelio with a slight smile.
"Really? Why is that? How did you get it this time around?" Olivia was watching Charlie carefully. He needed a pick-me-up.
Charlie relayed the previous night's events ruefully. Even the part where Charlie saw the nail holes in Asa's arm. They stopped, however when the sound of an argument could be heard in the hallway.
Asa Pike and Morgan MacGregor, two complete opposites, were once again engaged in battle. Both were growling, both were glaring and both were red in the face. "You stupid little twit! How dare you use your powers against me!" snarled Asa.
Morgan brought a fist up slowly. "You ratted me out, you stupid prat! YOU THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY and you STILL RATTED ME OUT!"
Asa looked to her fist and paled slightly, not wanting another round of whatever she could do. That was the problem with his power; he couldn't hurt someone until the moon rose. "It's my job!"
"You really ARE a BLOOR LAPDOG! Just give you a little treat and you'll do anything they tell you!"
Charlie wondered who would attack who now. Asa looked even more like he was going to tackle Morgan, but Morgan still had her fist raised, as though she had something in it.
"PIKE! MACGREGOR!"
Everyone turned to see Manfred in the hallway, dark and brooding as ever. Everyone moved out of the way of the boy. Asa and Morgan turned away sharply from each other and glared at Manfred. "YOU STAY OUT OF THIS!" they both snarled in unison.
Manfred looked on at them in surprise and then turned red, eyes as angry as ever. Charlie would have run away at a gaze like that. "PIKE!" Then, he grabbed Asa by the collar and tugged him along, almost kicking and screaming until they went into another hallway and disappeared.
Emma came running over and hugged Charlie. Charlie patted her shoulder and looked in a bewildered fashion at her. "What happened?"
"Asa caught up with Morgan and started a fight with her because of the abuse he'd been getting from her. You know." She motioned with her hands the sorts of things Morgan had been doing and Charlie nodded while Olivia giggled.
"We've been hearing about it from her whenever she rants before bed," Olivia said with a wide grin.
Charlie shrugged. Fidelio had a small smirk on his face. "Oi!" Lysander and Tancred came jogging over. "Did you see that? They BOTH turned on him!" laughed Lysander.
Tancred grinned. "It was a fair sight, that."
Charlie grinned. Maybe if the pair continued to snarl at each other, Manfred would be left with one less on his side. The thought was almost too good to be true.
During break the next day, Charlie found Emma in the field with everyone else. He jogged over with a smile. "Morning, Emma," he said.
Her hands were bandaged worse than ever, completely covering her hands and not just the fingers. Her eyes were red from unshed tears of pain as she walked solemnly along side Olivia and Fidelio.
"She woke up this morning with bleeding hands. They looked awful!" Olivia gave a sympathetic pat on Emma's shoulder and Charlie groaned inwardly.
Emma knew about his getting detention because she saw it, but that didn't help the guilt burning in his stomach. "We can get the vervain Sunday, all right, Emma? Fidelio, do you think we could come over for a little bit to retrieve some vervain for Emma's hands?" Charlie looked plaintively toward his friend.
Fidelio grinned broadly. "Of course! My mum will be there, dad will be out and my brothers and sisters will be out or practicing in their rooms."
"Thank you," Emma said with a small sniff. "I'll be in the infirmary. I need to get some more of that solution for my hands." Then, she shuffled off.
"Solution? I wonder what sort of solution," said Charlie watching Emma walk off.
"It might be some sort of disinfectant, or something," said Fidelio, "Or something to dull the pain."
There was a rumbling overhead. The sky opened up and torrential winds and rain pattered down. "What—What is going on?" gasped Olivia as she covered her head with her arms.
"It's only us! Look!" Fidelio pointed to the sky and Charlie found that there was only one small blackened cloud over the field and forest. The rest of the sky was fairly clear.
Gabriel came running over. "It's Tancred! We better go calm him down! I can't find Lysander!"
They ran toward the center of the cloud, which didn't take long. Tancred was standing stock still as he was shouting at Asa Pike. "YOU LEAVE THAT GIRL ALONE!"
Charlie caught sight of the sick grin on Asa's face as winds whipped around him and saw him falter back a few paces. "We found a solution to you, Torrson! CORAZON!"
Corazon walked in front of Tancred and he faltered back a step himself. She looked like one of those zombies from the cinema. Suddenly, Charlie noticed the rain and winds dying down, but Tancred looked as though he was concentrating very hard on it all.
Water sizzled as it fell near Corazon. A patch of sunlight came out and lit up the area around Corazon, which was getting wider by the minute. Winds blew her hair around and Charlie started running over again. He was stopped by Manfred glaring down at him. "And just what do you think you are doing, Bone?"
"None of your business!" Charlie growled as he went around Manfred. He was caught by the cloak and pulled back. "Let me go!"
Tancred stood, watching helplessly as the little storm he'd created dissipated without his say so. Lysande finally ran over and tugged on Tancred's arm. "Come on!"
Tancred moved like his strings were cut. He was tugged out of the field and back into the school just as the hunting horn sounded. Manfred let Charlie go and walked over to Corazon, patting her shoulder. "Very good, De La Cruz. Very good."
Charlie was tugged back to the school with the image of Corazon looking at everything like she was lost. Fidelio had both Olivia and Charlie in tow as they entered the school.
Later, Charlie found Gabriel and asked him what had happened, or if he even knew. "No—I don't. I recognized the storm as one of Tancred's tantrums, but that is it. Did you hear anything of what they were yelling at each other?"
Charlie told him about what Tancred said and Asa's solution. Gabriel frowned. "Corazon is apparently a weather changer as well. Meaning she would be rather valuable to the Bloors side if they had her in their little circle."
"Well, then that solves why she's so out of it half the time. It's harder to keep an endowed hypnotized for long. You have to constantly keep them in sight for when they break it," Charlie said as he thought. It was like Emma and Mr. Sparks. Emma was easier to keep a hold of, but Mr. Sparks started getting out of it after a little while, especially when they pulled him out of the burning remnants of Aunt Venitia's house.
Tancred came into sight with Lysander. Tancred looked as stormy as ever, his yellow hair sparking as it stood straight up. They filtered into the King's Room and found Corazon next to Manfred, smiling faintly.
Tancred went red in his ears and he sat down near the door at the end of the table. Emma was missing. Morgan came running in after Charlie seated and ended up sitting across from Asa. She grimaced visibly and pulled out her homework.
Charlie could hear the boxing match commentary as he watched the two.
'And they stare at each other; it's a face off between Morgan "Rock Tosser" MacGregor and Asa "The Beast" Pike. Who will win this battle, no one may know. They're starting off slowly, watching, sizing up the other aaaaand THE BEAST MAKES A JAB!'
"What what you are doing with that pencil, MacGregor," Asa said with a grunt. Apparently, Morgan had accidentally sent a pencil flying at Asa when she cracked her knuckles. Morgan grunted as she glared at Asa, but went back to her work, apparently, trying to keep her cool.
'And Rock Tosser is keeping her control of the situation. Ladies and gentleman, this may be a long battle. The Beast prances around MacGregor like she's nothing. He's jeering and jabbing at her, but nothing is breaking her concentration. Aaaaaaaaaand HE GOES IN FOR ANOTHER SHOT!'
"Stop using your endowment against me, MacGregor. I know you like me, but that isn't the way to get to MY heart." Asa grinned as he held another pencil in his hand. He'd caught it when she had tapped hers on Ada's and flipped it at him.
'He's got her riled! She's losing her cool!'
"Why don't you get stuffed, Asa!" Morgan growled at Asa with as much venom as she had blood rising to her cheeks.
"Wouldn't that defeat the purpose of me?" Asa gave a horrible snort and Zelda and Dorcas giggled at once.
'HE'S GOING IN FOR THE KILL! LOOK AT HIM!'
"Just you watch when you go outside, MacGregor. No matter where you go, I'm going to be there and you won't like that when night time comes." Asa grinned wolfishly at her, yellow eyes glinting with malice. Manfred was watching at the end of the table with an evil smirk on his smug face.
"Guess I'll have to have my defenses up, then," Morgan growled. Her nails dug into the table and Asa went pale, his teeth clenched as though in pain.
'SHE'S GOT HIM BY THE SHORT HAIRS! Ladies and gentlemen, this fight might be over now!'
An animalistic growl came from Asa's throat. Morgan gasped and released him. Charlie watched as he sagged slightly, rubbing his knuckles where red marks could be seen.
'Looks as though the Beast is using his special moves!'
Asa glared angrily at Morgan, standing up slowly, his hands on the table. Morgan grunted and stood herself, glaring at him in a similar manner. Manfred sat up slightly, looking as though he was about to say something.
Zelda giggled and sent a pencil box flying at Morgan's head. Morgan went sideways as it connected, pencils scattering over the table.
'And the referee isn't counting that move. As you know, a shot to the head made from an outside source is illegal in this game.'
"Zelda!" Manfred glared at Zelda and she stopped giggling and started glaring at him.
Asa chuckled in that horrible fashion that included as much of his joy of watching Morgan hurt as possible. However, Morgan got to her feet, rubbing the side of her head slightly before the pencil box rose up, her hand looking like it was gripping something in it, but it was empty. Asa went a little pale at that. Manfred stepped up. "That's enough MacGregor."
'The referee is being ignored! MacGregor is sending in her best moves at The Beast! Who knew that The Beast could move so quickly?'
Asa dodged the pencil box and a few pencils flew at him. Morgan clenched her fists and a cry came from under the table as Asa gripped his ankle. "MACGREGOR! STOP THIS INSTANT!"
Manfred pulled Morgan bodily away from the table and into the hallway. Charlie watched as she blinked at them all in surprise and then growled, shoving at Manfred. "Get away from me!"
The door closed and Charlie could hear the cheers die down inside the boxing match commentary. He held his breath as he heard nothing coming from the other side of the door. Asa got back onto his feet, still rubbing his ankle with a sour look on his face.
Dorcas scooted over and patted Asa on the shoulder, but he only shoved her off like she was nothing. There was a shout and the door opened; Morgan walked in with a look like she had a slight headache. Manfred, however, looked as though he was going to throw her across the room.
She walked around the other side of the table and stood in front of Asa. Was there going to another fight?
Asa stood and grunted as he glared down at Morgan. "So what is it now, MacGregor?"
Charlie watched in horror as Morgan leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Asa's waist. "I'm sorry I tried to hurt you." Then, she pulled away and went around the table, picked up her things calmly and walked out.
Asa stood there, staring at the door, with a look of pure horror on his face. He looked over to Manfred and nearly shouted at him, "Wh-what was that?!"
"I only said to her that she needed to apologize or I would give her the next two weekends detention," Manfred said with a shrug, though he looked a little like Asa looked.
Charlie raised his eyebrows at Lysander, Tancred and Gabriel, who all looked like they were either going to be sick or were fighting the urge to burst with laughter. Tancred was the one who looked sick. Gabriel and Lysander were biting their fists and sniggering softly. Charlie smirked.
'Another point scored for the good guys, this day!'
Blah—I just talked to my friend Celia (Corazon) on the phone and I had said I felt sorry for the Olsen twins because of the one that's in rehab. The one left is alone, without her sister and left to worry for her health. I'd hate to have this happen to me, my best friend Andrea (Ada) gets hurt or she starts doing drugs or something and I would be left a very worried person. Celia said she didn't really feel sorry for any of the Celebrities because they are rich and do that stuff to themselves. (please note, that it does depend of the situation as to what is right to do or feel.)
I really should have ripped into her for that. I don't care about the personal lives of celebrities because it's their personal life and I don't need to be constantly informed of it. But to not have sympathy, to dislike someone because they've got money is just downright wrong. If this had been true of everyone, I wouldn't have ended up being friends with Celia or Andrea because I grew up getting clothes from Goodwill or using hand-me-downs. I grew up near poor. My mom was turned down for WIC support because one of the Shriners gave me a very pretty and apparently expensive, dress to wear for formal occasions when I was four. Because I didn't LOOK poor, they turned my mom down for WIC support.
Sympathy shouldn't be given to people who look like they deserve it because they're lower than you are or are at level with you. It should be given as a practice. Hope for an individual shouldn't be given because they're the same as you, it should be given as freely as it's been for the longest time. Whether you like someone or not should not depend on how much money they've got or if they managed to get into college without having to use scholarships or not; it should depend on who they are, not their image.
Things of this matter really weigh on me day in and day out as about half my friends think like this. I hear them talk constantly and it's now beginning to give me a headache. I'm sorry I ranted on here and you had to read this, but I had to get it out somehow. Thank you for your time.
Chapter Seven
Olivia twirled in the latest of the outfits for the new play from the art department. All the other Drama girls were doing the same, trying out the new sets and whatnot, having fun with the make up. Olivia chose lime green as her new hair color and went with it in everything she played with.
It wasn't until then that she saw Ada all alone in a corner of the room looking through the new script. She was chosen to play the little sister of one of the characters, since she was so quiet.
Olivia walked over to Ada and held up a mask in front of her face as she leaned down to be directly in front of her. "BOO!"
Ada jumped off her seat and landed on the floor. When she saw it was Olivia, she giggled and got back up. Olivia grinned. "Why are you just sitting there? Wouldn't you rather join us in putting up the new costumes?"
Ada shook her head and smiled. "No.. That's all right. I am only looking through the script for my parts."
Olivia giggled. "You're so strange, Ada. Why are you so quiet all the time?"
Ada looked away and blushed. "It—it's just that I—I have no one to really talk to. Especially when I'm here all alone."
"What do you mean?"
Ada looked frightened now. "It's—it's NOTHING!" She got to her feet and ran out of the room. Olivia frowned. That rarely happened, her frowning, but when she did, it was for a valid reason, or she was acting, which she wasn't.
When class let out, she sought out Fidelio. In the hallway, she found him with Charlie, though Charlie looked like he was about to die. "Hi Fido! Hey, Charlie!"
"Charlie seems to have detention now with Morgan," said Fidelio with a slight smile.
"Really? Why is that? How did you get it this time around?" Olivia was watching Charlie carefully. He needed a pick-me-up.
Charlie relayed the previous night's events ruefully. Even the part where Charlie saw the nail holes in Asa's arm. They stopped, however when the sound of an argument could be heard in the hallway.
Asa Pike and Morgan MacGregor, two complete opposites, were once again engaged in battle. Both were growling, both were glaring and both were red in the face. "You stupid little twit! How dare you use your powers against me!" snarled Asa.
Morgan brought a fist up slowly. "You ratted me out, you stupid prat! YOU THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY and you STILL RATTED ME OUT!"
Asa looked to her fist and paled slightly, not wanting another round of whatever she could do. That was the problem with his power; he couldn't hurt someone until the moon rose. "It's my job!"
"You really ARE a BLOOR LAPDOG! Just give you a little treat and you'll do anything they tell you!"
Charlie wondered who would attack who now. Asa looked even more like he was going to tackle Morgan, but Morgan still had her fist raised, as though she had something in it.
"PIKE! MACGREGOR!"
Everyone turned to see Manfred in the hallway, dark and brooding as ever. Everyone moved out of the way of the boy. Asa and Morgan turned away sharply from each other and glared at Manfred. "YOU STAY OUT OF THIS!" they both snarled in unison.
Manfred looked on at them in surprise and then turned red, eyes as angry as ever. Charlie would have run away at a gaze like that. "PIKE!" Then, he grabbed Asa by the collar and tugged him along, almost kicking and screaming until they went into another hallway and disappeared.
Emma came running over and hugged Charlie. Charlie patted her shoulder and looked in a bewildered fashion at her. "What happened?"
"Asa caught up with Morgan and started a fight with her because of the abuse he'd been getting from her. You know." She motioned with her hands the sorts of things Morgan had been doing and Charlie nodded while Olivia giggled.
"We've been hearing about it from her whenever she rants before bed," Olivia said with a wide grin.
Charlie shrugged. Fidelio had a small smirk on his face. "Oi!" Lysander and Tancred came jogging over. "Did you see that? They BOTH turned on him!" laughed Lysander.
Tancred grinned. "It was a fair sight, that."
Charlie grinned. Maybe if the pair continued to snarl at each other, Manfred would be left with one less on his side. The thought was almost too good to be true.
During break the next day, Charlie found Emma in the field with everyone else. He jogged over with a smile. "Morning, Emma," he said.
Her hands were bandaged worse than ever, completely covering her hands and not just the fingers. Her eyes were red from unshed tears of pain as she walked solemnly along side Olivia and Fidelio.
"She woke up this morning with bleeding hands. They looked awful!" Olivia gave a sympathetic pat on Emma's shoulder and Charlie groaned inwardly.
Emma knew about his getting detention because she saw it, but that didn't help the guilt burning in his stomach. "We can get the vervain Sunday, all right, Emma? Fidelio, do you think we could come over for a little bit to retrieve some vervain for Emma's hands?" Charlie looked plaintively toward his friend.
Fidelio grinned broadly. "Of course! My mum will be there, dad will be out and my brothers and sisters will be out or practicing in their rooms."
"Thank you," Emma said with a small sniff. "I'll be in the infirmary. I need to get some more of that solution for my hands." Then, she shuffled off.
"Solution? I wonder what sort of solution," said Charlie watching Emma walk off.
"It might be some sort of disinfectant, or something," said Fidelio, "Or something to dull the pain."
There was a rumbling overhead. The sky opened up and torrential winds and rain pattered down. "What—What is going on?" gasped Olivia as she covered her head with her arms.
"It's only us! Look!" Fidelio pointed to the sky and Charlie found that there was only one small blackened cloud over the field and forest. The rest of the sky was fairly clear.
Gabriel came running over. "It's Tancred! We better go calm him down! I can't find Lysander!"
They ran toward the center of the cloud, which didn't take long. Tancred was standing stock still as he was shouting at Asa Pike. "YOU LEAVE THAT GIRL ALONE!"
Charlie caught sight of the sick grin on Asa's face as winds whipped around him and saw him falter back a few paces. "We found a solution to you, Torrson! CORAZON!"
Corazon walked in front of Tancred and he faltered back a step himself. She looked like one of those zombies from the cinema. Suddenly, Charlie noticed the rain and winds dying down, but Tancred looked as though he was concentrating very hard on it all.
Water sizzled as it fell near Corazon. A patch of sunlight came out and lit up the area around Corazon, which was getting wider by the minute. Winds blew her hair around and Charlie started running over again. He was stopped by Manfred glaring down at him. "And just what do you think you are doing, Bone?"
"None of your business!" Charlie growled as he went around Manfred. He was caught by the cloak and pulled back. "Let me go!"
Tancred stood, watching helplessly as the little storm he'd created dissipated without his say so. Lysande finally ran over and tugged on Tancred's arm. "Come on!"
Tancred moved like his strings were cut. He was tugged out of the field and back into the school just as the hunting horn sounded. Manfred let Charlie go and walked over to Corazon, patting her shoulder. "Very good, De La Cruz. Very good."
Charlie was tugged back to the school with the image of Corazon looking at everything like she was lost. Fidelio had both Olivia and Charlie in tow as they entered the school.
Later, Charlie found Gabriel and asked him what had happened, or if he even knew. "No—I don't. I recognized the storm as one of Tancred's tantrums, but that is it. Did you hear anything of what they were yelling at each other?"
Charlie told him about what Tancred said and Asa's solution. Gabriel frowned. "Corazon is apparently a weather changer as well. Meaning she would be rather valuable to the Bloors side if they had her in their little circle."
"Well, then that solves why she's so out of it half the time. It's harder to keep an endowed hypnotized for long. You have to constantly keep them in sight for when they break it," Charlie said as he thought. It was like Emma and Mr. Sparks. Emma was easier to keep a hold of, but Mr. Sparks started getting out of it after a little while, especially when they pulled him out of the burning remnants of Aunt Venitia's house.
Tancred came into sight with Lysander. Tancred looked as stormy as ever, his yellow hair sparking as it stood straight up. They filtered into the King's Room and found Corazon next to Manfred, smiling faintly.
Tancred went red in his ears and he sat down near the door at the end of the table. Emma was missing. Morgan came running in after Charlie seated and ended up sitting across from Asa. She grimaced visibly and pulled out her homework.
Charlie could hear the boxing match commentary as he watched the two.
'And they stare at each other; it's a face off between Morgan "Rock Tosser" MacGregor and Asa "The Beast" Pike. Who will win this battle, no one may know. They're starting off slowly, watching, sizing up the other aaaaand THE BEAST MAKES A JAB!'
"What what you are doing with that pencil, MacGregor," Asa said with a grunt. Apparently, Morgan had accidentally sent a pencil flying at Asa when she cracked her knuckles. Morgan grunted as she glared at Asa, but went back to her work, apparently, trying to keep her cool.
'And Rock Tosser is keeping her control of the situation. Ladies and gentleman, this may be a long battle. The Beast prances around MacGregor like she's nothing. He's jeering and jabbing at her, but nothing is breaking her concentration. Aaaaaaaaaand HE GOES IN FOR ANOTHER SHOT!'
"Stop using your endowment against me, MacGregor. I know you like me, but that isn't the way to get to MY heart." Asa grinned as he held another pencil in his hand. He'd caught it when she had tapped hers on Ada's and flipped it at him.
'He's got her riled! She's losing her cool!'
"Why don't you get stuffed, Asa!" Morgan growled at Asa with as much venom as she had blood rising to her cheeks.
"Wouldn't that defeat the purpose of me?" Asa gave a horrible snort and Zelda and Dorcas giggled at once.
'HE'S GOING IN FOR THE KILL! LOOK AT HIM!'
"Just you watch when you go outside, MacGregor. No matter where you go, I'm going to be there and you won't like that when night time comes." Asa grinned wolfishly at her, yellow eyes glinting with malice. Manfred was watching at the end of the table with an evil smirk on his smug face.
"Guess I'll have to have my defenses up, then," Morgan growled. Her nails dug into the table and Asa went pale, his teeth clenched as though in pain.
'SHE'S GOT HIM BY THE SHORT HAIRS! Ladies and gentlemen, this fight might be over now!'
An animalistic growl came from Asa's throat. Morgan gasped and released him. Charlie watched as he sagged slightly, rubbing his knuckles where red marks could be seen.
'Looks as though the Beast is using his special moves!'
Asa glared angrily at Morgan, standing up slowly, his hands on the table. Morgan grunted and stood herself, glaring at him in a similar manner. Manfred sat up slightly, looking as though he was about to say something.
Zelda giggled and sent a pencil box flying at Morgan's head. Morgan went sideways as it connected, pencils scattering over the table.
'And the referee isn't counting that move. As you know, a shot to the head made from an outside source is illegal in this game.'
"Zelda!" Manfred glared at Zelda and she stopped giggling and started glaring at him.
Asa chuckled in that horrible fashion that included as much of his joy of watching Morgan hurt as possible. However, Morgan got to her feet, rubbing the side of her head slightly before the pencil box rose up, her hand looking like it was gripping something in it, but it was empty. Asa went a little pale at that. Manfred stepped up. "That's enough MacGregor."
'The referee is being ignored! MacGregor is sending in her best moves at The Beast! Who knew that The Beast could move so quickly?'
Asa dodged the pencil box and a few pencils flew at him. Morgan clenched her fists and a cry came from under the table as Asa gripped his ankle. "MACGREGOR! STOP THIS INSTANT!"
Manfred pulled Morgan bodily away from the table and into the hallway. Charlie watched as she blinked at them all in surprise and then growled, shoving at Manfred. "Get away from me!"
The door closed and Charlie could hear the cheers die down inside the boxing match commentary. He held his breath as he heard nothing coming from the other side of the door. Asa got back onto his feet, still rubbing his ankle with a sour look on his face.
Dorcas scooted over and patted Asa on the shoulder, but he only shoved her off like she was nothing. There was a shout and the door opened; Morgan walked in with a look like she had a slight headache. Manfred, however, looked as though he was going to throw her across the room.
She walked around the other side of the table and stood in front of Asa. Was there going to another fight?
Asa stood and grunted as he glared down at Morgan. "So what is it now, MacGregor?"
Charlie watched in horror as Morgan leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Asa's waist. "I'm sorry I tried to hurt you." Then, she pulled away and went around the table, picked up her things calmly and walked out.
Asa stood there, staring at the door, with a look of pure horror on his face. He looked over to Manfred and nearly shouted at him, "Wh-what was that?!"
"I only said to her that she needed to apologize or I would give her the next two weekends detention," Manfred said with a shrug, though he looked a little like Asa looked.
Charlie raised his eyebrows at Lysander, Tancred and Gabriel, who all looked like they were either going to be sick or were fighting the urge to burst with laughter. Tancred was the one who looked sick. Gabriel and Lysander were biting their fists and sniggering softly. Charlie smirked.
'Another point scored for the good guys, this day!'