Chapter Seven – What To Do When You Smell Fried Chicken
A/N: Don't own anything people!
Follow the scent.
Mmmm... Fried chicken...
I love fried chicken.
So. Me, Molly, Fred, Kayla, Gorilla had escaped outside after two weeks – TWO WEEKS I say – of boredom, homework, detention, and rain.
And for those of you who are wondering why I brought my maniac owl with me... I have no idea.
He followed me out.
I couldn't be bothered to return him to the Owlery.
So...
"Ah, the great outdoors," Fred sighed, flinging his arms wide. "I have missed thee! I swear, I forgot how blue the sky is, the smell of grass..."
"And fried chicken!" Kayla interrupted.
We blinked.
"Fried chicken?" I repeated.
We all sniffed the air.
Sure enough, the delicious smell of gorgeous chicken soaked in friend goodness was wafting towards us.
Isn't that a GOOD description?
I could be a writer.
"This way!" Molly yelled, streaking off. We chased after her.
Past the Whomping Willow.
Down, past the greenhouses.
Leaping over Hagrid's pumpkin patch.
Up, to the castle.
Past the Whomping Willow...
"We've been running in circles!" I moaned, throwing myself down onto the grass.
Which was wet.
Oops.
Molly's tracking skills are evidently not very good.
Meanwhile, Gorilla was hovering – as owls called Gorilla do – and hooting out a tune that sounded suspiciously like 'We're Going On A Bear Hunt'
Gorilla has issues.
Serious issues.
If there was an owl physiatrist, I would send him to it.
Sorry – got sidetracked.
Gorilla began to flap, heading towards the castle again.
"Do you reckon he's smelt the chicken?" Kay asked, helping me to my feet.
We watched my owl glide past the front doors.
Hmmmm...
"Worth a shot," Fred concluded.
We took off after Gorilla. We are an energetic lot aren't we?
Coming up past the castle, the strangest sight met our eyes.
"What on earth?" I asked.
A/N: Ooo... Kinda cliffhanger! Please review! It wouldn't take much of your time – just a word would make me feel happy!