AN: I realised on the last chapter, I used a wrong word, I meant elaborate, not alliterate.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter.
Manfred walked into the dark and dreary attic, where his great grandfather Ezekiel Bloor was sitting in his wheelchair.
"Have you considered letting someone clean up here?" grumbled Manfred, pulling cobwebs out of his hair.
"And let everyone see my secrets up here? I think not," said Ezekiel indignantly.
"Now sit down, Boy," he said, waving his hand at a chair in the corner of the room.
Manfred sat down, feeling slightly annoyed at being treated like a child, but he said nothing.
"How is it going with the Pieman girl?" asked Ezekiel clasping his hands together over the rug on his lap.
"It's going well Great grandfather, I have her right where I want her," chuckled Manfred as he twirled his pencil bar mustache.
"Stop that foolishness Manfred, you are a Bloor, not a stupid French villain," Ezekiel said with a sigh.
"Sorry Great grandfather," blushed Manfred, and he stopped stroking his stache.
Ezekiel rolled his hard black eyes before speaking again.
"I'm glad to hear that, you know how wealthy her family is right? You can't afford to let her slip through your grasp!" thundered Ezekiel. Manfred knew that if he wasn't paralysed, then he probably would have stood up.
"Yes, I know," Manfred said with a sigh. He hated that it was up to him to do this, he didn't even like Lydia. She was super annoying, and flakey, plus she wasn't endowed. Not only that, but he had eyes for another.
"Good, now begone with you," said Ezekiel, waving him away.
"Yes Great grandfather," sighed Manfred.
He was sure to avoid to cobwebs this time, as he made his way down the narrow, steep staircase.
"Oh hey Manny!" exclaimed Lydia, running up to him with her curly blonde hair flowing out around her.
"Hi," said Manfred, mustering up a small smile. In reality, he wanted nothing more than to smite this annoyance.
"So, I was thinking, that you'd look super fetching with short hair," giggled Lydia.
Manfred let out an involuntary gasp, and put his hands to his head. He would never dream of cutting off his luscious locks! It was just not to be debated.
"Come on Manny, how can we be a couple if you can't even compromise on the littlest things?" pouted Lydia.
"I'll think about it," relented Manfred, trying to hide the growl in his voice. If a lot of money wasn't on the line, he probably would have told Lydia off, and then hypnotised her for good measure.
"Great! I better get going now!" exclaimed Lydia, jumping up and kissing him on the cheek.
"About time," muttered Manfred under his breath, wiping his cheek once Lydia was out of ear shot.
He then stepped into the King's Room, and once again, he saw Charlie Bone staring at the picture of the King.
"Stop staring at that picture, Bone, you're never going in there!" he said, as he did everyday.
"I wasn't Manfred," lied Charlie.
"Yes you were, but whatever, I have more important things to worry about," said Manfred, taking his seat in between Asa and Zelda.
Zelda glanced at him slightly, before looking away. Manfred guessed that she was probably still mad at him for lecturing her in the cafeteria.
As for his other friend, he was acting total nutter.
Asa, Dorcas, and Belle were all canoodling and discussing what they were wearing to the dance. Apparently, they had all agreed to go together, and were all now friends again.
"Hush it!" thundered Manfred, slamming his hands on the desk. "No one cares about the bloody dance!"
"Whoa, what's the matter? Did Lydia dump you?" snarled Zelda.
"No, but all I've been hearing is the dance this, the dance that, what should I wear, who should I take?" mocked Manfred in a high pitched voice.
"If you're so bothered by this, then why did you want to have this stupid dance in the first place?" demanded Zelda, standing up with her hands on her hips, as her eyes locked furiously into Manfred's.
"Just sit down," growled Manfred.
"No!" yelled Zelda, sending a book flying across the room, before storming out.
"Whoa," gasped Billy, pushing his glasses up on his nose.
Manfred turned to glare at him.
"What are you louts all staring at? Get to work!" he screeched as he plopped down on his seat.
He didn't understand what Zelda's problem was, surely she wasn't THAT mad about a teeny tiny lecture was she?
"Hey, where's Tancred?" he then asked, noticing that the storm boy was nowhere to be seen.
In fact, as he scanned the area, he saw that Lysander and Gabriel were missing as well.
"Alright Bone, give it up, where are your friends?" demanded Manfred, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I don't know Manfred," said Charlie with a shrug. Manfred narrowed his eyes at him, he was lying he was sure of it.
"Very well then," he finally relented with a sigh, because he had no way of proving if he was lying or not. He supposed he could try hypnotising him into telling him the truth. However, the last time he tried to hypnotise Charlie, it failed miserably.
The rest of the class went by without anymore mishaps, and when he walked out of the King's room, Manfred saw something that almost made his eyes pop out of his head. Lydia Pieman was lying dead on the floor!