Hello again weirdos!! (I'm one to talk, huh?) To my loyal worshippers (EVIL EVIL EGO!):
Daluver: Okay, okay. Immaturity coming your way. Do you randomly jump on people and tell them that you love them? ...You do now. And I'll make her tell the students to call her Rikka. My reason for not saying that first will be she didn't really talk to anyone. Okay. I think I'm going to do the food/drink thing next chappie. Yeah! I'M IN HER FIC! EVERYBODY, CHECK OUT SUCH IS LOVE, SUCH IS LIFE! I AM IN IT! MWAHAHAHAHAHHA!!! FINALLY I HAVE ACHIEVED MY GOAL OF BEING IN OTHER PEOPLE'S FICS! MWAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHHA!!! (you may see no evil plot in this now, but you will. Oh you will.) IT IS NOT FUNNY HOW MY BROTHER WAS ON MY SN ACTING LIKE A LESBIAN!!! ----U Why does that sound funny? And you really did sound like a stalker. GREAT JOB!
SillyBandit: Of course it's another great chapter! I am great! How can something coming from one with such greatness not be just as great!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Yeah, I spent quite some time thinking up presents and it is okay that you can't spell and I won't make fun of you for it like some PEOPLE do, who shall remain nameless. ahem Oh and about the hummingbirds, funny story. My mom and I were riding our bikes down some abandoned road and we came to a road called Woodpecker road and got on it instead. Then I felt something scratch across my leg. I don't know what exactly it was, but it made me bleed. T-T And I'm like WTF was that? I said to my Mom, maybe it was a...bee... Then I figured it wasn't. Bees can't scratch. So my Mom said maybe it was a Woodpecker, referring to the road name. I said, no, I would've seen that, but it could've been a Hummingbird and we stuck with that.
Independen-and-happy1373: I just never have liked them. I always like the evil guys! T-T Can't help it. It's like my subconscious thinks that the good guys are pompous asses and the evil dude is hot. WHY DO THESE PEOPLE MAKE THE BAD BOYS HOT!?!? Besides, alotta times, I think the ACTUAL pompous asses are hot and the unpompous people are pompous...Ummm...yeah... Err...the dude at my school, he's an ass. He does drugs, plays girls, and ummm...I really don't like him. Fun? Err...don't think so. And, yes, I like the music that I chose and I chose it because I liked it, therefore I chose it. And ummm...that's all I got. I confused myself. ----U
Miss3y: BWAHAHAHAHA!!!! Yes, I did have fireworks. Enjoyable, but the best part of it was when my brother lit some...I threw a popper behind him and scared sh!tless! HAHAHAHAHA!!! Yes, the joy of the pain and sufferings of others...ahhh... And err...I am continuing...right now...heh-heh.
Lost Souls of Angels: Man, do you have ANY idea how much you guys blow up my ego! I'm turning into a more arrogant arse! Already was arrogant, but MORE arrogant now. Be proud. As to the songs, here you are (the chapter titles are the names of the songs):
Morning Star by Draconian
Smash it Up or Hammer (one of the two...don't remember) OffSpring
Silent Winter by Draconian
Megalomaniac by Incubus
I think that's it and today I'm using Leech by Incubus. Have you heard Incubus's new cd, Crow Left of the Murder? That's where I'll be selecting many songs from. Offspring is good and I'm looking for a place to enter Hit That and I may find a place for it. This will be a MAJOR song story, I believe. Thanks for ummmm...blowing up my ego...
Periwinklemagic: Yes, I love it too. Which is most likely the reason that I posted it... ----U I AM captain obvious. YOU'RE WAITING!! SHE'S WAITING, EVERYONE!! OH, THE DECIET!!!! See, you can wait, YOU LIAR! grin
On with the most wonderful story with the most wonderful authoress. smirk
"Hey, Troy. You free tonight?" Rory asked over dinner. "Well, we just have that Potion's essay and some Arithmancy problems and I can get those done in no time. So yeah," Troy replied. "Good. You, Calica, and Ty can come over to my dorms tonight and we can get the homework done, maybe go skateboarding in this cool place I found, and I've had a song idea that I've been trying to work out. Tell Ty and Calica and meet me at the base of the Astronomy tower at six," she said. "Cool."
Does it make you Indie?
Does it make you proud?
To talk the world into a paper bag?
Spotty Stain of 'I'm okay, you're not okay.'
"Hey, Ror. What are we doing at the Astronomy Tower?" Ty asked. "It's the Head's dorm and she IS Head Girl," Calica answered, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Really? Well, where's the dorms?" Troy asked looking around, confused. "In here, Stupid," Rory answered, motioning to the wall of the Astronomy Tower. "Ummm...Rory? That's a wall," Troy told her, staring at her strangely. "No, inside, you morons! Crucio!" Rory yelled. The group cringed, but heard the scraping of the wall moving. Rory sighed exasperatedly. "Come on in," she said, rolling her eyes. They looked around the common room in awe. "This is SO much nicer than that Gryffindor common room," whined Troy. "Yeah! Its even better than the Professors' common room!" Calica complained. "Yeah, well, live with it and be happy that you get to spend time in my SUPERB common room!" Rory laughed evilly. "...Rory? You're getting all scary again, like Rikka," Ty whimpered, referring to Professor Rooke, who had insisted on them calling her by her first name. "Yeah, really. Just while ago, while I was coming to get Calica and Ty, she jumped on my back and told me she loved me and she's been dying her hair bubblegum pink every other day..." Troy mock-sniveled. "Well, I like her. She's cool and she won't get freaked out by us and leave. In fact, she freaks us out! Did you see how many people missed class the other day?" Rory mused. "Good idea," Troy mumbled. Rory glared at him and plopped down on a black leather sofa. Calica sat down next to her and Ty and Troy settled themselves on two recliners.
Yes, men too, can be on the rag,
"I'm in over my head, I really need a pick me up."
It's easy to get high when you're standing on others' backs man.
Ty, Troy, and Rory had to do an essay on the creation of the Veritaseum Potion. Rory had taken out a couple books on it and they finished easily and quickly with the help of Calica and dividing up the work.
Will anything ever be good enough for you?
Stand on your own,
hold your own water, if you can.
"So you have a song idea?" Calica asked. "Yeah. Its about Potter and Weasely. Very accurate description. Its called Leech. I just thought of the chorus before you guys came in, but I still have a long way to go," Rory replied. "I was hoping you would sing it, Ty." "Yeah. Sure. If you think I should," Ty answered. "Cool. Here," she said, passing them a paper of lyrics.
The ride's over. Did you enjoy yourself?
The ride's over. Fairing well?
The ride's over. Did you enjoy yourself?
The ride's over. Fairing well?
Not on my time.
"Great, as usual, Ror," Troy said. "Hey! How come Rory gets all the best musical talents?" Ty moaned. "Because I've been doing this for years, I taught you, and I'm much better with words than you," Rory explained arrogantly grinning. "Don't hate me because I'm musically talented! Hate me because I'm better at everything else than you too!" Ty and Troy glared at her, and stuck their tongues out. "So, back to helping me write the song..." Rory hinted. The group nodded. "So say something about telling other people about their faults. Its what I would do if I knew someone like that," Ty said evilly. "Yeah, that sounds good. And I saw this muggle film the other day. Mean Girls. The preps were all called plastics. Put something about plastic in there," Calica added. "Or we could put something about THE DANCING BANANAS!!!!" Troy yelled fiercely. (Hehe! I stole this from ya, Monikka) A moment of silence followed. "Errr...I'll shut up now..." Rory sat for five minutes in silence, only the scratching of her quill to obliterate the stillness. "How's this?" she asked handing them the paper.
It isn't fair to mention,
but it awes the crowd.
Your fictional, plastic alibis.
Take another hit, Steal another line.
D'ya ever meet a LEECH who
Was good at goodbyes?
"Yeah, that's great. And how 'bout this riff for it?" Troy asked, grabbing her electric guitar from the chair where she left it. He played a pretty low and medium paced song that gradually sped up. "We could play a bunch of drums, couldn't we, Ror?" he asked. "That sounds good, Troy. With a little tweaking, that could be it," Rory answered. Troy grinned proudly. "Ohh! We could enter a little of Evanescence. You know that My Immortal song. That song is so sad, but it seems to pertain to this. And we always gotta use the f-word in some form. Its, like, tradition," Calica added, grinning mischievously. "Yeah, and I gotta add something to that, so wait and I'll see what I can do," she said, staring at the parchment.
Hey, when you were down,
I always picked you up.
Why didn't I recognize everything was never fine?
I'm kicking myself that I ever shared spit with you.
So fuck yourself and fuck this bleeding heart of mine.
"Good?" Rory asked. The group nodded vigorously. "I was thinking we could repeat the chorus and then repeat the last chorus, and then we're done. So, band practice tomorrow, here, after dinner?" she suggested. A chorus of "Sure" and "Alright"'s followed.
The ride's over. Did you enjoy yourself?
The ride's over. Fairing well?
Rory ran down the stairs, ten minutes later, with blue and black skateboard in hand, and blue Vans on feet. She had changed into dark blue capris and a black 'IF ITS TOO LOUD, YOU'RE TOO OLD!' tee. She threw the skateboard to Draco and grabbed her own from Troy. She looked down at the silver skateboard with a black rose on it with pride.
The ride's over. Did you enjoy yourself?
The ride's over. Fairing well?
Not on my time.
"Okay, guys. Stay quiet and follow me. There's people who have Astronomy above us. If we get caught, run like hell," she commanded seriously. "Yes, sir!" chorused the troop mock-seriously. She sighed and went into her room, followed by the boys and Calica. She opened her closet door. "Ummm...Rory? We really don't need clothes right now and even if we did, I don't think I would look very good in THESE," Troy said, pointing to a cluster of flared jeans. "No, you dumbass. Back here," Rory said, rolling her eyes as she pushed away her clothes to find a door. "Alohamora," she mumbled as the door unlocked. She swung the door open to reveal her gym. "That's ALL you have to do? I wiggled down that DAMN ventilation system for there to be a DOOR?!" Draco yelled, indignantly. She smirked and chuckled as the others ogled at the room. "Whoa. Did you pay them off or what, Ror?" Ty murmured. "It's a wonder what money can do when used correctly," she retorted, her smirk widening. "But this isn't what we came here for," she added as she walked towards the corner where the couch and refrigerator sat. She pushed aside the small refrigerator and got down on her hands and knees. Her audience looked on confused as she began knocking on the bricks in the floor. "What the hell is she doing?" Ty asked Calica. "Errr...I really don't know. What do you think, Troy?" "She's lost her bloody mind. Draco?" "Ummm...this has to make SOME sense. I mean...she's the smartest witch at Hogwarts. I'm sure there's some LOGICAL explanation...I just can't seem to find it..."
Hey, when you were down, I always picked you up.
"Yes, there it is!" Rory yelled, jovially after five minutes of searching and cursing impatiently. "Yup, she's lost it." "Call the loony bin. We've got an escapee." "Men in white, coming to getcha." "Crazy people, crazy people. Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do when they come for you?" Rory glared at them. "You all are retards. You know that?" she sneered. "This coming from the crazy lady knocking on the floor?" Troy asked innocently. "For your information, it was a trigger to open a trap door," Rory said, putting her fingers behind a gap between the stones and lifting up. A set of stones pulled aside with a scratch. They looked at the dark hole in the floor and went in past her. "I never doubted ya for a minute." "Always said you were the smartest witch I know." "I tried to tell them. I really did." "Always right behind ya!" they encouraged as they passed. "Oh, what a change of heart..." she muttered, entering after them.
Why didn't I recognize everything was never fine?
I'm kicking myself that I ever shared spit with you.
So fuck yourself and fuck this bleeding heart of mine.
"Whoa. This place is so...so... cool...and big..." Ty mumbled. He looked around again. It was lit by dim lights, but he could still see all the way to the opposite wall. It had a half pipe, a bowl, a bunch of rails, some ramps, half an old plane, among other things. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're speechless. It's SO cool. Care to skate now?" Rory asked impatiently. The assembly agreed and took off on their skateboards, leaving Rory and Draco alone on the entrance platform. "Damn. It HAS been a long time since I've skated," Draco said, worriedly. "Dude. It's like riding a bike. You never forget," Rory comforted. "Bike?" "Ummm...oh, forget I said anything. I said absolutely nothing..." this was followed by a few grumbles that contained shouts of "INCOMPETENCE.......APES......MAGIC........PUREBLOODED.......FOOLS... ...AGORAPHOBIC MORONS.....GAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Draco stared idly. "Cool. Calm. Collected. Cool. Calm. Collected," Rory breathed, irritated. "Done?" Draco asked calmly. "Yeah. So, just start out with the basics. Try a 50-50 grind," Rory suggested. Draco dropped his board and jumped on it. He built up speed and jumped on a rail. He was about half way down it when he fell to the right and landed on his side, rolling out of the way. Rory sauntered over to him. "Your feet placement was wrong. You were too far back on the board," she explained, dropping her own board and taking of towards the next rail. She jumped and landed it, and began to grind down, jumping up and off when she got within a foot of the end. She kicked off and came upon Draco, watching from the floor. "Try it again," she ordered.
The ride's over. Did you enjoy yourself.
The ride's over. Fairing well?
Many falls, cuts, scrapes, bruises, grinds, grabs, Caspers, Madonnas, Fakie Rock and Rolls, Flips, Nollies, and hours later, the five stood in front of stone pillars projecting the image (a hologram) of skateboards. "Each person who has ever skated here has put the image of their skateboards in here," Rory said, patting an empty pillar. She bent down and pulled open a small opening in the post. She placed her skateboard inside and waited until a fuzzy image appeared above it, slowly rotating in sync with the other boards. The others followed, placing their boards inside a pillar and waiting for another board to come out of the top. They each grinned with pride and took out their boards. "How long have you known about this place, Rory?" Draco asked. "Since second year. Gryffindor Secret. Kinda like how to get in the kitchens," she answered, smirking. "YOU KNOW WHERE THE KITCHENS ARE?!" he yelled. "Well, wouldn't your board be up here already, then?" Calica asked. "Yeah. Its up here eight times," she said, pointing to a red and gold board, a light blue board, a black and white board, a bright orange board, a dark green board, a gray board, a royal blue board, and her black board with the silver rose. "Hey, can't the Gryffindors get in here if they know how to?" Draco asked, worry slightly evident in his voice. "No, I sealed off that entrance at the end of last year." Draco heaved a sigh of relief. "Well, let's get going," Rory said, ushering everyone up the trap door into her gym. She tossed a glance back at the pillars. On either side of the bright orange board she used in third and fourth year was a crimson board with yellow stripes and a dark blue board with orange tiles. She frowned. She glanced farther to the right and saw her black and silver board surrounded by Draco's blue and black board, Calica's bright orange and blue one, Ty's red and white board, and Troy's black and red board. Her lips twitched, as she heard the sound of wheels on the pavement in the distance.
The ride's over, did you enjoy yourself?
The ride's over, fairing well?
Her head snapped to the side and she saw a head of bubblegum pink hair rushing towards her, arms flailing, and one foot in the air above her head, screaming. Rory fought the urge to laugh. Rikka. 'She may be cool, but she's still a professor and I do NOT want that insane woman having blackmail on ME!' Rory thought as she scurried to the trap door, being pulled up by Troy and Draco, shutting it before hearing Rikka squeal, "BEWARE OF THE CHICKEN LADY!!!!" Rikka, then, slammed into a concrete wall. She pealed herself off, lips twitching knowingly, as she took off again screeching the random thoughts that entered her head.
Not on my time.
YAY!!!!! I AM DONE!!!!!!! does the I-am-done dance WOOHOO!!!!! ahem Well, you know the drill, REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!! Tell me if there's a song ya wanna see/hear. I'll be happy to play it if I don't think it sucks. In case you don't really know, the two boards were PotHeads and Firecrotch's. Yay. We are all overcome by joy...Well, I am off to play a prank on my brother with Monikka acting as his crazed stalker. Ahhh...the joys of sisterly obligations.
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