Chapter Eight – What To Do When You Smell Fried Chicken PART TWO
A/N: I don't own anything!
Coming up past the castle, the strangest sight met our eyes.
"What on earth?" I asked.
"It appears," Molly said, with the air of someone who knows EVERYTHING. "That someone has had a barbeque."
"You don't fry chicken at a barbeque!" Kayla objected.
Well...
I do.
But I like fried chicken
Hehehe...
"The real question is – why is there a barbeque standing in the Hogwarts grounds?" Fred asked.
"No – it's WHERE IS THE FRIED CHICKEN COMING FROM!" I yelled.
What?
I wanted my fried chicken.
Kay paced around the barbeque.
"I think that we have a mystery on our hands!"
"Not much of a mystery," I scoffed, hungrily.
Can you say something hungrily?
Well... I just did...
Gorilla sat on my head, peeping. I rolled my eyes upward – praying for relief from my friends who prefer mystery to fried chicken, and an owl who peeps.
That's when I saw it!
Nailed to the rooftop was a set of lawn furniture!
I have really good eyesight.
Which is how I saw up to the castle rooftop.
"Um... Guys," I said. "Look up there!"
They squinted.
"I SEE IT!" Fred declared.
Huh. Must be a genetic thing.
Molly and Kay were still squinting.
"There's GARDEN FURNITURE nailed to the ROOF!" Fred cried.
This was turning out to be quite an interesting mystery.
"This is turning out to be quite an interesting mystery," I said.
They all looked at me.
WHAT?
Seriously – what is strange about that sentence?
My cousins/friends are weird.
Like REALLY weird.
Gorilla was peeping again – this time it sounded like Hey Soul Sister – which is this ancient Muggle song by some band called Tram. Or was it Train? No... I think it's Tram...
Again – my owl has issues.
And there was this house elf staring at me wearing a tea cosy on its head.
Wait...
WHAT?
"Is it just me or is there a house elf standing next to us?" I asked, gingerly.
"HI!" The house elf squeaked. "I'M CHUCK! WHO ARE YOU MISTRESS?"
Typical.
I meet the only hyperactive house elf in THE WHOLE WORLD.
"I'm Dom," I said, nonchalantly.
Isn't that a great word?
Nonchalant...
Noooonchalant...
Nonchaaaaalant...
I'm done.
"MISTRESS DOM!" Chuck said, falling to his knees in front of me, and worshipping me.
I like this elf.
"Hey – Chuck – you don't happen to know why there's a barbeque standing in the middle of the Hogwarts grounds, do you?" Molly asked.
"COURSE!" Chuck yelled.
"Why?" Fred pressed.
"I PUT IT THERE! AND THE LAWN FURNITURE!"
...
Hands up if this elf is weird.
"Why?" Kay asked.
"'Cos I wanted to annoy my brother – Tiff."
"Well that I can relate to," I said.
I like annoying Vicky.
Louis likes annoying me.
Vicky gets annoyed with both of us.
We get along GREAT.
"I guess this mystery is cleared up then," I said, thinking at that moment what a very lame mystery it had been. "Now can someone give me some fried chicken?"
Chuck vanished, and reappeared a moment later with a platter LOADED with fried chicken.
I grabbed it.
"YUM! Thanks Chucky. Can I call you that?"
"Sure Mistress Dom," Chuck said.
Will you look at that? He didn't speak in CAPITAL LETTERS.
I ate my fried chicken in chickenish heaven.
I love fried chicken.
Please review – and tell me what you think. Personally I don't really like that chapter...