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Carmen and Cammy's European Vacation
Chapter 4- A Little Detention
Well it had been quite an eventful day for me. I had worn the wrong pants to class, told off the teacher and found out Oliver goody-two-shoes has detention. How exciting. I trudged slowly back to Snape's room after dinner thinking about the previous entrée.
"What is this?" I asked prodding the meat, before anyone could say anything I forked it and put in my mouth. "Hey, it's like a hot dog!" I squealed delighted. Cammy looked at me as if I had sprouted a horn in my head. "What?" I asked with my mouth full.
"That's goat bladder" she said curtly. I turned slightly green. The goat's bladder soon ended up right where it had started, the plate.
"What the hell is a goat's…" Cammy glared and I rethought that statement, "private doing on a plate?" Fred grinned.
"It's a delicacy here" he said daintily.
"It's disgusting" George grinned.
"So what exactly is your idea of a delicacy?"
"Pizza" Alicia wrinkled her nose.
"Cheese swimming in grease?"
"I miss home" They all laughed. I was serious; Papa John's, you don't know? Call me, I'll hook you up. My reminiscing however was broken by my untimely thud. I looked up to see goody-two-shoes himself. "Well, I heard someone has detention" I said mockingly. He scowled.
"Yeah, and now I'm missing practice"
"I'm sure they'll be alright" He nodded.
"Let's see Fred and George will burn down the pitch…" he turned pale. I laughed.
"I'm just kidding" We continued to walk until we saw that America-hating freak; Snape.
"Hello" he said curtly, "Follow me" He led us into his classroom where there stood the greasiest pot I've ever seen. "Clean it" he said whipping out toothbrushes, "I hope this teaches you a lesson" He left and I stood looking at this pot, or cauldron. Where was Mr. Clean when you needed him?
"Well' I guess we'd better get started" I sat down with the toothbrush and started scrubbing.
"Yep" A blue collar moment popped into my head.
"Git-r-scrubbed" I muttered scraping away. Oliver looked thoroughly confused.
"What did you say?"
"Never mind"
"No tell me"
"I said git-r-scrubbed"
"What does that mean?" I blushed.
"Uh I don't know what it means in your country. Is there some universal saying for it? Uh well it originally means git-r-done"
He looked confused then his eyes widened.
"Oh" I laughed. He wrinkled his nose.
"You Americans just shout that out?"
"Well, it has its appropriate moments"
"Rednecks" I scoffed.
"What does that mean?"
"I mean you guys just shout that stuff out?"
"Well at least we don't play a bagpipe first" Oh yeah, Carmen: 1 Oliver: 0
"At least we use proper grammar" Damn, Carmen: 1 Oliver: 1. He picked up part of that crap and threw it at me. It hit me in the face. No he didn't. I grabbed a handful and chucked it back. Before I knew it, the grease war had begun. We ended up wrestling with the toothbrushes and I wound up hiding behind the pot. Our skirmish was broken by the entrance of Snape.
"Well I see you two look dirty enough; you can leave" We quickly stood up and made for the door. I passed Snape's shoulder and whispered, "Git-r-cranky" Oliver turned bright red he was laughing so hard as we headed back down the hall. I hate detention usually but that wasn't too bad.
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