Thanks to psychonerd 5. I do not own POTO or Harry Potter or Frosted Flakes
Chapter 17

No Duel, But . . .

Raoul stayed awake all night, looking at his watch constantly, waiting for it to be midnight. Gilles had given him so much information about dueling that evening, and he was still trying to understand it all. Even though he was a bit afraid, he couldn't wait until the time came.

When it was quarter of twelve, Gilles walked up to Raoul and said, "We should go now. It will take a while to get there." Quietly, Raoul got out of bed and the two sneaked out of the common room, but someone had been following them.

"Like, I can't believe that you are, like, doing this!" It was Christine.

"Go away," Gilles told her as he and Raoul picked up their pace, but Christine still followed, dropping her voice a bit. "I, like, almost told your brother there! He's, like, a prefect and everything, so he would, like, stop this thing."

"I don't care, we're going," Raoul said, quickly glancing behind himself.

Christine still didn't stop. "Like, don't you, like, care at all for Gryffindor? We're, like, going to lose this whole, like, house cup thing if you do this and I, like, would hate for, like, Slytherin to win, like."

"We care for Gryffindor, and we aren't going to be caught. Go away!" Gilles whispered harshly at her. Christine turned around, but found that the portrait whole was empty, so she couldn't give the super model the password, therefore denying her entrance.

"Like, the portrait whole is, like, empty! Guess I'll, like, go with you."

"No you are not!" Gilles told her.

"Yes I am! It's, like, better than being caught, like, by Mr. Filth. Don't worry, I, like, won't badger you or, like, anything."

"Promise?"

"Like, promise, like."

"And can you stop saying like?"

"Like, I've tried, like, millions of times, but I, like, can't stop it!"

"Fine, whatever, just don't tell anyone."

"Be quiet for a second," Raoul said to Gilles and Christine. "I think I heard something . . . or someone."

"No, please don't be Filth!" Gilles pleaded quietly, but it wasn't. It was Derek, pacing the halls. His hand was in a cast.

"Hi, Derek. How's your arm?" Raoul asked.

"It's okay, just a few weeks to heal, but thank goodness you found me! I forgot the password!" Derek replied.

"It's not going to do you any good now since there's no one in the portrait hole, but it's 'Tony the Tiger Rocks My World.' See ya."

"Wait! Don't leave me! I'll be caught, not that Nearly-Headless Ned hasn't done so already."

"Sure, but just don't get us caught!"

For about ten minutes, they walked through many corridors and reached the Trophy Room where, you guessed it, lots of trophies were. They were of all different sizes and shapes. Some were as small as your pinky finger, and some were as large as three school busses stacked on top of each other. Buquet wasn't there, though.

"Maybe he chickened out," Gilles suggested.

"That would be funny," Raoul replied with a chuckle. Just then, he heard someone speak.

"Maybe they're over here, Mrs. Florist."

"Oh great, Filth and his cat! Everyone, behind that large trophy!" Gilles whispered urgently, pointing to a trophy the size of him, Raoul, Christine, and Derek stacked on top of each other and as wide as all four lined up in a row. They dashed behind it, noticing it had been awarded for perfect marks in everything all seven years at Hogwarts. Everyone noticed the envy in Christine's eyes that said, "I, like, want this someday, like!"

"They're in here, I heard them!" Filth snarled. He was entering the room. The foursome fled behind four other smaller trophies, but made plenty of clatter while doing so.

"They're here, I know it!"

"Run!" Raoul yelled, and all four sped out of the room, running through many corridors before turning around.

"Did we, like, lose him?" Christine asked.

"Think so," Derek replied. Unfortunately though, Peeves was not far away.

"Hey, Mr. Filth! I see students! They're out of bed! Come and get them!" Peeves bellowed.

"Peeves, please don't!" Raoul pleaded, but it did no good for he continued to bellow. A door was not far away. Derek tried to open it, but it was locked.

"Move over, Derek. I, like, know, like, a spell," Christine told him, taking out her wand. She tapped it on the doorknob and said, "Alohomora!" The door opened as the four rushed inside and shut the door. For a while, they heard Filth looking around, but before long, it sounded as though he was gone. It was then, after their anxieties were gone that Derek, Gilles, Raoul, and Christine noticed where they were; the forbidden corridor. All of a sudden, it was obvious why it was forbidden. Standing inches away from them, over a trapdoor, was a three-headed, giant horse.

"Oh, it's so, like, cute!" Christine said, putting a hand out to pat it, but one of the creature's heads bit at her shirt thrice. "I, like, take that back! Sure, I've, like, read about three headed animals, but, like, never wanted to, like meet one!"

"Run!" Derek yelled, opening the door. Everyone ran out, and no one stopped until they reached the portrait hole to the Gryffindor common room. Fortunately, the super model was there.

"Tony the Tiger, like, Rocks, like, My World, like," Christine told her.

"Sorry, sweetie, that's not it," the super model responded.

"Tony the Tiger Rocks My World," Gilles said. As they walked in, he continued on to Christine, "That's why you edit the word 'like' out of places it's not needed."

Derek walked off to bed, but Christine, Raoul, and Gilles stayed where they were. "Like, we, like, could have been killed, like, in there!" Christine whispered to them.

"It isn't my fault you pet it!" Raoul replied.

"Still, we, like, could have, like, been so totally expelled. Like, we still could be. And, like, didn't you see what it was, like, standing on?"

"No."

"Like, a trapdoor. I'm, like, sure there is something down there, like. Now, like, I'm going to bed."

"Me too," Gilles replied.

"Same here," Raoul told them. They all walked off to their dormitories, Raoul thinking about that package Shagrid had retrieved at Dingdong's. He decided that the trapdoor was where it was.