Episode Twenty-Three: Hogwarts, Wizards, and Chamomile Tea
Episode 23! Yay! Werewolf lover99, a Mary Sue/Gary Stu is a character that seems too perfect for its own good. You say one of your characters can run faster than Sonic, and that's a HUGE Mary Sue/Gary Stu trait in Sonic fan characters. Just pointing that out. Okay, anyway, I just realized that in the switching challenge I totally left out Starfire. Oops. It's not my fault. I blame Melaney! She's the one that wrote out the switches! ATTACK HER, NOT ME! I'M INNOCENT! BLAAAAAAH!
TDU Train, Conductor's Room
"Last time on TDU," Chris began. "Contestants had to go to Cartoon Network Studios and find two former Total Drama players, Zeke and Izzy. After getting heads stuck in toilets and dragged across floors, Team X emerged victorious when catching the crazy girl. That's not the only thing that went down, though. While Ash was getting attacked by Ezekiel, Tails and Angel got in to a fight, where he said some extremely stupid things about her origin. And during all that crap, Ash and Misty were uh…snogging. What will happen next? What is Phineas still plotting? When will my next paycheck come in? The answers to come on Total…Drama…Universe!"
(Theme Song I forgot a theme song last episode oh no)
Loser Class, Kitchen, Team Y
Tails sat down on one of the wooden stools in the Loser Class Kitchen, leaning against the countertop table. The kitchen was dirty, but Chris still insisted upon using it. He glanced at the clock on the wall. Two in the morning. He sighed. She can't hate me…I don't know what I'd do…I wish I could know what she's thinking…
He turned around when he heard a knock on the door, only to see Sonic and Melaney standing there. "What're you guys doing up?" he asked half-heartedly.
"We heard your sad soul cracking in to seven Horcruxes and we were wondering if it was enough to make you evil," Melaney said dramatically.
Sonic shrugged. "I was hungry." He grabbed an apple from a bowl on the counter and bit in to it.
Melaney rolled her eyes and passed Tails a mug across the table. "It's chamomile tea. To help you sleep or whatever."
He stood up, setting the mug back down. "Thanks, but—"
"Oh, just drink your Goddamn tea and deal with it," she said, pushing him back down on to the stool. She sat in the chair on the opposite side of the counter next to Sonic. "So she's still not talking to you?" she asked in a softer tone.
He shook his head. "I don't understand her," he explained. "Her emotions are all over the place all the time and she hides half of them. You know if she hadn't been captured by the Capitol we probably still wouldn't know she had anything to do with Team Plasma at all."
Melaney shrugged. "I knew from the very beginning."
"How?" Tails asked.
She scoffed. "You know Zoey spent almost every day trying to find past criminals to help take down the Capitol? She had a pair of binoculars to spy on you guys' house…"
"That's not creepy at all," Sonic said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He shrugged, turning to Tails. "I knew too."
"How?!" he asked again.
"She told me," he replied simply. "In fact everyone knew except for you, Knuckles, Amy, and the Pokemon Trainers."
"Of course I'd be the last one to know," Tails muttered. "She never tells me anything. I wish she would tell me how she's feeling or…or tell me something!"
"Well isn't it obvious?" Melaney asked. "First you said that you were smarter and you had more common sense than her, so she's mad at you for that. And then she was trying to be a decent person for once in her life, and you stopped her from saving Ash, so she's frustrated. Then you go and say you wish she didn't exist like five days after you said you love her, which would make her confused, not to mention hurt. At the same time Ash and Misty were kissing, so she was jealous because she wasn't doing that with you at that second. Then you accused her of being thankful for Team Plasma, which pissed her off. Oh yeah, and she's annoyed because Joey exists."
There was a long, awkward silence until Sonic broke it. "One person can't feel all that at once. They'd explode."
Melaney rolled her eyes. "Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon it doesn't mean the rest of us do."
"So how do I fix it?!" Tails exclaimed.
Melaney seemed thoughtful for a moment. "Turn in to a human, find a reindeer, a princess, and a talking snowman, then go on a journey to find the cryokinetic queen of Arendelle."
Bathroom Confessional
(Tails)
"I'm done…I'm…I'm done…it's over…I can't even…ugh…"
First Class, Team X
Phineas was sitting on the couch in First Class, everyone else asleep in their rooms. He stared at the screen of his laptop. "I found it," he whispered excitedly. "That's it! My plan is complete!"
Bathroom Confessional
(Phineas)
"When the teams merge I'll finally be able to destroy that little fox…"
First Class, Team X
Phineas looked out the window, noticing that the sun was beginning to rise over the horizon. He hid behind the couch as Chris burst in to the room.
"It's challenge time!"
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
"Welcome to Hogwarts!" Chris announced to the contestants. In front of them stood a large, elegant castle with four towers. To one side of the structure was a large open field, the other side had a deep lake, one deep enough to hide an entire ship.
"DUMBLEDORE!" Harry yelled, beginning to run to the castle doors. Chris grabbed him by the back of his shirt.
"Hold your hippogriffs," the host said. "Now as you all know, Hogwarts is a school for wizards and all that stuff. But…since only one of you is an actual wizard—"
"DUMBLEDORE!" Harry yelled again.
Chris ignored him. "The rest of you get magic for twenty-four hours!"
"Yay!" Bianca exclaimed excitedly. "When do we get the magic?!"
As if answering her question, seventeen wands fell from the sky, landing on top of Joey. "Right here!" Chris said, gesturing to the pile. Soon the wooden sticks were zooming toward random contestants, landing in their hands.
"Why are they all over the place?" Misty asked, finally getting a hold on her wand.
Chris shrugged. "The wand chooses the wizard."
Angel watched in amazement as her spear began to shorten to about a foot long. She gripped it tightly with both hands, holding it away from her as an icy blue light emanated from the shaking object, then slowly faded away, but kept the bluish tint. "It's…a wand," she said after a few seconds. She pointed it at Joey. "Expelliarmus!" she shouted. A jet of icy wind blasted out of her wand, almost knocking her over. It whipped Joey's wand out of his hand and carried it back to her.
Bathroom Confessional
(Joey)
"Three seconds here and I've been disarmed by someone who is afraid of chandeliers…"
Hogwarts, Great Hall
"Welcome to the Great Hall!" Chris announced. It was a large room inside the castle with four long tables: Slytherin's Gryffindor's, Ravenclaw's, and Hufflepuff's. The ceiling was constantly changing and making up its own weather. Today it was displaying a bright, cloudless day. "Right now we'll be sorting you in to your houses. Now today's challenge is simple. Each team will be sorted in to four houses: Gryffindor for bravery, Ravenclaw for brains, Slytherin for..uh…anyway, and Hufflepuff for the others. There'll be two sections of each house, one for each team. In the end we'll combine all team points to decide the winner! Any questions?" About six people raised their hands. "Great!" he exclaimed, ignoring them. He pulled out a torn up black wizard hat, which began singing through a hole in the seam. "Yeah, yeah, we get it," he said, clamping its mouth closed.
"DUMBLE—"
"WILL SOMEONE GET HIM OUT OF HERE PLEASE?!" Chris yelled. Two interns came along, dragging Harry back to the train. He sighed. "Okay. All you have to do is put the hat on and you'll be sorted in to your houses. Who goes first?"
"I volunteer Joey as tribute!" Melaney exclaimed, shoving the fox to the front of the room. He got up and rolled his eyes, then sat on the stool as Chris placed to hat on his head.
As Joey wore the Sorting Hat, it spoke aloud, thinking. "Hmm…not very brave, can't be Gryffindor…not much for brains either…not sneaky enough for Slytherin…guess it better be…HUFFLEPUFF!"
Joey rolled his eyes and sat down at Hufflepuff's table and watched the others get sorted. Chris had written down the houses on a spare piece of paper:
Houses
Gryffindor:
-Melaney (Y)
-Angel (Y)
-Sonic (Y)
-Ash (Y)
-Zoey (Y)
-Steven (X)
"YOU SPELLED MY NAME WRONG AGAIN!" Stephan shouted. "MY NAME IS STEPHAN!"
Ravenclaw:
-Brock (Y)
-Tails (Y)
-Trip (X)
-Silver (X)
Hufflepuff:
-Morgan (Y)
-Joey (Y)
-Starfire (Y)
-Cilan (X)
-Amy (X)
-Bianca (X)
Slytherin:
-Misty (Y)
-Phineas (X)
-Meowth (X)
"Why am I in Slytherin?!" Misty exclaimed, dropping the Sorting Hat on the stool. "I'm a good guy! I helped Ash on his adventures through Kanto AND Jhoto! If anyone on our team should be in Slytherin, it's—"
"Yeah, yeah, we get it," Chris said, rolling his eyes. "But we needed at least ONE member of the Y's in that House. And you were it." Misty began to protest, but the host continued. "Off to your first class of the day!"
Hogwarts, Divination Class
Trip scoffed as he sat down on one of the velvet cushions on the floor. "This is stupid," he said irritably. "All of this 'seeing the future' junk is fake."
"Isn't that like what half your Pokemon do?" Silver asked.
"That's different," Trip growled. "The stuff behind our Pokemon is science. This…this is bullcrap."
"I agree," Tails said with a nod as the others Houses entered the room through the trapdoor on the floor.
Suddenly, a woman with huge round glasses appeared from under the trapdoor, slowly climbing in to the attic they were located in. Her hair was long and frizzy, covering up her wool shawl and mixed with her many beaded necklaces. Overall, she looked similar to an insect. "Hello, class," she said in a dreamy, distant voice. "My name is Professor Trelawney….and today you'll be learning Divination, the study of Seeing." She turned and looked at Angel. "My Inner-Eye tells me that 'warm hugs' will greet you in the next few days."
Bathroom Confessional
(Angel)
"Dang it…I knew it was coming sooner or later…"
Hogwarts, Divination Class
"What does 'warm hugs' mean?" Melaney whispered. Morgan only shrugged.
"Now," Trelawney continued in her mystical voice, "Today we'll be studying the future through crystal balls." She placed a ball on the floor in front of her, staring in to the mist. She looked up at Tails. "Your non-Divergence will leave you open to suggestion. Something in your life will break like a twig."
Tails rolled his eyes and said nothing.
"Who would like to go first?" she asked dreamily.
"I will!" Melaney said, jumping up from her seat. She stood in front of the ball, staring in to the mist.
"Wonderful," Trelawney said in a distant voice. She climbed down through the trapdoor, leaving the students alone.
Morgan gasped, running up to the crystal ball. "Tell me my future, Melaney!"
"Okay," she said. "I see…five kids in your future!"
"WHAT?!" Morgan exclaimed.
"Oh, and your husband only makes twenty percent of your income, and you get fired!"
"Haha," Joey said with a smirk. Morgan punched him in the face.
"Wait…" Melaney said sadly. "I get fired too…but we start a café together! Yay!" She gasped. "Hold on…something else is blocking the view…someone in this room is going to have a romantic failure! And it's not Brock for once!"
"YES!" Brock exclaimed, jumping up in the air.
"It doesn't mean you can look down my shirt, either," Morgan said, crossing her arms. Brock seemed a bit less happy after this.
"Who is it?" Zoey asked.
"It's…it's…it's…gone," she finished with a sigh. Suddenly, Trelawney's big-eyed head appeared in the trapdoor way.
"Oh yes, I have forgotten," she said mystically. "Ten points to Gryffindor."
Hogwarts, Defense Against the Dark Arts
The members of all four Houses entered the next class room, filing in to the desks. "Who do you think the next teacher is?" Amy asked, turning to Cilan.
The Gym Leader shook his head. "I'm not sure, but Defense Against the Dark Arts? It doesn't sound very appetizing."
A few minutes later, two men entered the room. Actually, they weren't men at all, but ghosts. One of them was very shabby looking, his old transparent coat tattered. His hair must've been gray when he was alive. The other man was short and burly, one of his legs wooden, and one of his electric blue eyes magically whizzing around in its white socket. There was a large scar running across his face, and a cane was held in his hand.
"That ghost man looks very familiar," Starfire whispered to Joey. "It is as if we see someone with the exact same body parts missing everyday…"
"I wonder who it is," Joey muttered thoughtfully. "Maybe—"
"It's Angel, you idiots!" Stephan hissed.
"Ooohh," Joey and Starfire said simultaneously.
"Good morning, class," the first ghost said tiredly. "My name is Professor Lupin. And this," he gestured to the other man, "is Professor Moody. We'll be teaching you Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Moody grunted softly, then walked toward Angel. His magical eye stared at her metal leg, then her fake eye. He nodded. "Trelawney was right for once…come." He tapped his cane once on the floor as she followed him. He turned to Lupin. "I'm sure you can handle a few wizards, Remus?"
"Yes, but—"
"Let's go," he said to Angel. The two left the room, leaving Lupin with the students.
He sighed. "Well, I suppose we should get started, shouldn't we?" He took his wand out of his jacket, transparent as the rest of him. "Now, today I'll be teaching you how to conjure a Patronus. Not the simplest spell, but it will come easy for some of you." His glance met Morgan's as he continued. He held up his wand. "The first step to conjuring a Patronus is focusing on a happy thought."
Each student focused on one of their happiest thoughts, the Amity having little to no difficulty at all.
"Now move your wand in a circular motion like this," Lupin proceeded to make a swirl with his wand as the class followed his actions. "Now…let it all go!"
Within seconds, the Amity's Patronuses were bursting around the room, their white light making everything seem warmer.
"Wonderful!" Lupin said excitedly. "Fifty points to Hufflepuff, ten for each Patronus!"
"Yay!" Bianca exclaimed. Soon their Patronuses vanished, and the students in other Houses were only able to create small puffs of smoke.
Meanwhile, Moody and Angel were standing atop the Astronomy Tower, looking down at the view of Hogwarts grounds.
"Why did you bring me up here?" she asked after a few agonizing seconds.
"I've already told you, Trelawney predicted correctly for once," he replied, then turned and looked at her. "How is Elsa?"
Angel looked up in surprise. "You know Elsa?"
"Our worlds are more connected than you think, Miss Icirrus," he growled softly. "A lot of Defense Against the Dark Arts has to do with controlling your emotions. To create a Patronus, you must be able to think happily. To perform an Unforgivable Curse, you have to mean it. When Elsa was a child and couldn't control her cryokinesis, I tried to help. In the end all I could do was offer her father the gloves for her." He looked down at Angel. "Now you never answered my question. How is Elsa?"
"She's fine, I guess," Angel answered. "I haven't heard from her since we beat the Capitol."
Moody nodded. "The 'business' that you had to take care of?"
It was Angel's turn to nod. "I owed her a visit. Jack too. And then there's—" the bell suddenly rang from downstairs. "I guess I better go."
Moody grunted. "Give Elsa my best regards."
"I will."
Hogwarts, Transfiguration
"What was that about?" Sonic whispered to Angel as the two walked in to Transfiguration. "What did Moody want?"
"Um, nothing," she replied after a few seconds. "He just wanted to know how someone was."
"Oh God, is it another criminal?" he asked with a sigh as they sat down.
"No!" she said defensively. "Well, it depends on your point of view…"
He shook his head in response as a mysterious tabby cat entered the room. The contestants watched in amazement as it formed in to a human. The woman that stood before them had her hair tied into a bun on top of her head. She stared at them all through her rectangular glasses. "Good afternoon class, my name is Professor McGonagall, I'll be teaching Transfiguration to you."
"Does she seem a little old to you—" Tails began to whisper to Starfire, but cut himself off when McGonagall whipped around and glared at him.
"Ten points from Ravenclaw and one detention for Mr. Prower," she said briskly. Phineas snickered from the back of the room. "And that's one detention for Phineas as well." Phineas shut up after that. "Would anyone else like to make any comments?"
Bathroom Confessional
(Trip)
"Yeah, I have a comment! HOW THE HECK DO YOU END UP WITH NEGATIVE HOUSE POINTS?!"
Hogwarts, Transfiguration
The class was silent.
"Very well then," she said, taking out her wand. "Transfiguration, like many other areas of magic, is not an easy subject. It requires extreme concentration to turn a pencil—" she pointed her wand at Bianca's pencil. It turned in to a butterfly, fluttering around the room. "In to a butterfly. Wands out, please."
The class took out their wands and watched as a frog appeared on each desk. "Today you'll be turning a frog in to a dove," she said, walking around the room. "I'd like to see you all try, please."
As the class attempted, there was no result except for Joey accidently turning himself in to a frog.
"If Chris gets any ideas," Zoey whispered. "I'm going to do something crazy."
"Attention challengers," Chris' voice boomed from outside. "Because Joey's been turned in to a frog, I've got some Disney ideas for the next challenge! 'Warm hugs' is coming sooner, then you thought, Angel, heheh."
Bathroom Confessional
(Angel)
"I hate you Kristoff…I mean, Chris! That's what I said. Chris."
Hogwarts, Transfiguration
The bell suddenly rang, covering up any swears Angel could've been yelling out the window. "Teasing me with my past," she muttered to herself. "Who the hell does he think he is? Of course I want to see the little snow weirdo, but—"
"Miss Icirrus," McGonagall said as soon as the other students had left the room. "May I have a word?"
"Yes," Angel answered quietly, walking over to the witch's desk.
McGonagall held out her hand. "Let me see your spear, please," she said.
"But—"
"Angelica, please," she said, beckoning for her weapon. "I've been teaching Transfiguration for years. I know a transformation weapon when I see one." Angel handed her the 'wand'. McGonagall nodded. "I see. You're a Pokemagus."
"What?" Angel asked with a look of confusion.
"You're not the only one that can change," McGonagall elaborated. "There's one other person on your team that can transform in to a different creature. Yours might be more practical, however."
Angel could've sworn she saw a small hint of a smile on McGonagall's face before she transformed in to a cat and padded away.
Hogwarts, Potions
The class descended down the stairs in to the dungeons and walked in to a large, damp, dark room. There were potion ingredients and cauldrons on every table. A silvery figure floated in, another ghost. It seemed as if he had black greasy hair when he was alive, which came down to his shoulders. His eyes were a cold black, boring in to all of them.
"Good afternoon class," Snape said ominously, floating over to them. "I'll have you know I—"
"OH MY GOD, PROFESSOR, YOU'RE DEAD!"
The whole crowd turned around to see Harry standing in the doorway, panting. "SNAPE—"
"I shall be referred to as 'sir' or 'Professor', Mr. Potter. Despite my death you still manage to interrupt my classes."
"SIR, VOLDEMORT'S BACK—"
"I'm well aware of that, Mr. Potter—"
"Voldemort's back?!" Melaney exclaimed. "Where is he?!"
"Why are you happy about that?" Frog Joey asked. "Are you Bellatrix Lestrange or something?"
"You never told me your name was Bellatrix," Ash said.
"I'm gonna tell them," Angel whispered excitedly. "I just gotta tell them…"
"Don't you dare!" Morgan said threateningly.
Snape raised his transparent wand and pointed it at Harry. "Mr. Potter despite everything you believe you are I am not about to put up with a child who has gotten sudden amnesia. Now please leave my classroom."
Chef came in to the room and grabbed Harry by the underwear, dragging him out of the room.
Snape sighed and turned to his students. "Today I want you to make me an antidote for healing poison. You may begin."
As the students began to work, Melaney pretended to reach over to grab an herb on Angel's table. "So what did Professor McGonagall want?"
"Why do you people keep asking me about this stuff?!" she exclaimed. She let out a tiny scream as she accidently cut herself with the knife she was using. "I'm a freaking wizard right now! What the hell am I doing using a knife?!"
"Stressful day or something?" Melaney asked as her friend filled her own glove with ice.
"Yeah," Angel said, slamming the knife down on the table and slipping her glove back on. "Wanna know why? I get told I'm going to meet up with someone I haven't talked to since I blew up freaking Unova, McGonagall tells me I'm a Pokemagus, and I don't even know what in God's name that is, this morning I almost impaled myself with an icicle I didn't even mean to make, my supposed 'boyfriend' hasn't even looked at me all day, and now the freaking table is frozen!" She pried the knife off its slippery surface, then flung it at a wall.
Snape turned and glared at her. "Ten points from Gryffindor and one detention for Miss Icirrus."
"And now I have detention," she growled. She turned to Melaney. "Have you ever just wanted, I don't know, kill someone? Just one person. Just—"
"I think it's that time of the month again…" Joey whispered to Silver. "How much money would it take for you to go try and stop her from blowing up Scotland?"
"I think the question," Snape began, "Is 'How many frogs can I fit in to a jar with no air holes?'" the ghost professor shook his head, picking up Joey. "Those are some nice eyes. It'd be a shame if something happened to them."
Joey shut up after that.
The bell rang as the contestants gathered their books. "And for those who are staying with me for detention," Snape said, "You're duty is to reorganize my Potions cabinet, clean out every flask and cauldron, mop the floors, organize the homework I haven't corrected since my unfortunate death, and," he paused, "no magic."
Bathroom Confessional
(Angel)
"If you kill someone who's already dead, it's not a crime, right?"
Hogwarts, Detention
Snape floated out of the room, leaving Tails, Angel, and Phineas alone. Cheeks burning red with anger, Angel formed two icicles in her hands and flung them at a wall, completely crystallizing it. "It's official," she said, pacing around the room, "I hate people. I hate them. Absolutely hate them. I HATE CHRIS!" she screamed, shattering the ice on the wall. She turned and looked at Phineas. "You know what, I already hate you." She turned to Tails. "And you…" she looked away. "Just—just screw it all. I can't take this crap anymore. Screw Snape. Screw everybody." She walked away and slammed the door.
Bathroom Confessional
(Tails)
"Either she was really mad…or about to break in to song…"
(Phineas)
"Idiots…"
Hogwarts, Detention
Phineas bent down and picked up Angel's wand, shivering as he did so. He pointed it at Tails. "Drop your wand," he said menacingly.
"What?" Tails asked, backing up.
"Drop the wand," he repeated. "Or we're both going to find out what absolute zero is."
"No," Tails said, shakily raising his wand. "No…no I won't…"
"Who're your parents, Tails?" Phineas asked as the two began circling, neither taking their eye after the other. "Rumor has it that they dumped you out in the woods when you were little. Left you out to die in the rain because of your little…" he glanced at his tails. "Problem."
"It's not a problem anymore," Tails growled angrily. "It's been a gift."
"Oh yes," Phineas said sarcastically. "I guess all of your friends have little…gifts then. Sonic with his speed, Knuckles with his strength, Amy with her hammers…but what about Angel?" he looked down at her wand, its ice beginning to redden his skin. "She wasn't born like that, was she? The ice?"
"She was supposed to be able to change in to anything she wanted to," Tails said. "Her fate just happened to end up being ice. She was made to be—"
"The ultimate weapon," Phineas finished, keeping a tight grip on the wand. "I know all about it. But doesn't that mean…your girlfriend is a tool? Not meant to be treated as a living being. Not meant to have emotions or love."
"She does," Tails said, squeezing his wand. "She said Colress bit off more than he could chew. He messed up."
"So you admit that she's a mistake!" Phineas exclaimed.
"I never said—"
"Yes you did!" he exclaimed. "I think she'd want you to pay for that, don't you?" he raised Angel's wand then yelled, "Crucio!"
It was pain like Tails had never experienced before. He felt his joints bend in ways they weren't supposed to, his skull feeling like it was being crushed. Not only that, but with Angel's wand it was like being plunged in to ice cold water, suffocating you until your heart froze over and stopped beating. He suddenly felt himself fall to the cold floor with a smack, gasping for air.
Phineas walked over and kicked him in the side, grabbing his wand. "You've got five seconds to get out before I Avada Kedavra you into nonexistence. One…two…"
Tails slowly stood up, flying out the door. He wanted to fight back, but what was the point? He had no wand, and wasn't in any condition to fight. He ran up the stairs, desperately hoping for something to happen.
I need a place to hide…I need a place to hide…I need a place to hide…
He repeated it over and over in his head. Suddenly, a door materialized itself in front of him. A sign on it read 'The Room of Requirement.' Hearing Phineas running up the stairs, he opened the door and flew inside.
He looked around. It was snowing inside the room, mounds of ice and white powder covering up what seemed like they should've been bookshelves. Either he had been transported outside or… "Angel?"
He saw her snow covered head pop out of one of the snowbanks. She rolled her eyes, crawling out and crossing her arms. Without warning, she slapped him across the face.
"Smart move, dumbass!" she exclaimed. "Wait."
She slapped him again. "Dumb move, smartass!"
"What was that for?!" he exclaimed, rubbing his cheek.
"Why would you get in to a fight with Phineas? WHEN HE HAS MY WAND!"
"How do you know all this?" he asked in confusion.
"I'm in the Room of Requirement, duh," she said. "If I want a freaking magic mirror to see whatever you're doing then I can get one."
"Whatever," Tails said, suddenly feeling panicked again. "He's after me. What time is it?"
"I don't know, I don't keep track of that stuff," she said. "Why?"
"If it's been almost twenty-four hours we'll all lose our magic again," he replied, beginning to climb over one of the snowbanks. "He won't be able to hurt us. For now."
"Okay, I missed like half of the fight trying to work the mirror. Why did you try to fight him?"
Tails turned around and looked at her. "He insulted you."
Angel seemed mildly surprised. "You put up with the Cruciatus Curse…for me?"
"Of course I did," he replied. "I love you."
She smiled a little, letting go of what he had said the day before. "Thank you…I love you too." She stopped when the door swung open, revealing Phineas.
"It's over, lovebirds," he said, holding up his, Angel's, and Tails' wands. "Prepare to—" a giant pile of snow fell on him, also flinging two wands back to their rightful owners.
"Yeah!" Angel exclaimed excitedly. "Do you see this crap, Jack?!" she yelled to the sky. "I don't need a freaking staff to do my magic! Ha! I—" she was cut off when a clock on the wall struck twelve and her wand turned back in to her spear.
Phineas watched in disappointment and anger as his wand dissolved in to thin air.
Suddenly, Chris burst in to the room. "That was amazing! We're going to have the best ratings ever! Uh…Team Y wins! I, uh, wasn't keeping track of House points…"
Without warning, Angel grabbed Tails and kissed him.
"Isn't that sweet," Chris said with a grin.
"Oh, shut up," Phineas growled angrily.
Elimination Ceremony
Team X was gathered in the Elimination Room, the only two without cupcakes Phineas and Silver. "And the last cupcake goes to…Phineas."
"What?" Silver exclaimed as Chef grabbed him.
"Yeah, I'm just going to save us all the time and point out the Phineas messed with the votes," Chris said with a shrug. Before Silver could protest, Chef tossed him off the train. "What will happen next? What drama do we have in store? What could Angel possibly be talking about when she says 'warm hugs'? Find out next time on Total…Drama…Universe!"
Episode 23's done! Yay! And we're finally over 100,000 words! Okay, so since this challenge was about Harry Potter, I want you to tell me your opinion on Morgan. Oh yeah, and tell me what you think 'warm hugs' is! Gotta go, see ya later!