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| | Chapter Twenty-Five: Halloween of... Awesome?CONTINUED!
"What do we do, Eggs?" cried Carol, her back to the door.
The three of them had locked the door to the girls bathroom. Outside, there was undoubtedly a horde of potentially dangerous moose. Occasionally, the door knocked with such a force it felt like the lock would give any second. They didn't dare move.
"Geez, even on holidays you wizards manage to find ways to threaten my life!" complained Stephen. "At least this time I'm not convinced of my doom. We can probably hold up in here until this is over."
"Who let all these moose in?" asked Eggs. "Don't they have anti-moose jinxes?"
"I don't think this door will last!" moaned Carol.
"Don't you wizards have any spells that can protect us?"
Carol pulled out her wand, absentmindedly she started to wave it. "I don't know. The only thing Gilmore's taught us is 'alohomora'.
Only a moment later, they heard behind them the faint click of the door to the girls bathroom unlock.
In another brief moment, they exchanged exhaustive glances before leaping away from the door. Not a moment later the door had busted off its hinges, revealing the violent rage of an angry moose.
"Save me, SB!" yelled Eggs, climbing up on the sink counter.
"You're the wizard!"
"I'm not a very good wizard! I'm only eleven!"
"Well, crap!"
Soon the room was amuck with moose. They climbed on top of a cabinet to get higher.
"OK, let's think, there has to be some spells that can help us," said Carol as she tried to keep her shoes from being nibbled on.
"It's too late," said Stephen. "We're doomed. We have no chance."
"Um, I can't think of any charms," sighed Eggs. "I spent all of our study time using the internet on Larry's computer... Wait! I think I have an idea!"
"Quick, Eggs!" cried Carol.
Suddenly, Stephen was lifted up in the air by the antlers of a rather large moose. He clung to them for dear life.
"Why does God hate me?" complained Stephen.
"I- I think it works. I read about it on the internet..." Eggs raised his wand up at the ceiling and shouted, "Does-what-a-spider-canikus!"
Instantly, a jet of webbing shot out from the tip of his wand, sticking firmly to the ceiling.
"Help," Stephen yelled desperately, disappearing out the door on top of the moose.
"I'm coming, SB!" Eggs gripped his wand firmly with both hands and swung. "Hang on, Carol!"
The two of them swung gallantly after their friend, but as they neared the door, their swing halted and reversed direction.
"Quick, Carol," shouted Eggs. "Hand me your wand!"
At the second attempt, he yelled the spell anew at the precipice of his swing. A second shot of webbing emerged from Carol's wand, sticking to a chandelier outside the bathroom, and away they went.
"This is awesome!" yelled Eggs. "I'm a spider-wizard!" He continued double-dueling his wands.
"Who came up with this spell?" yelled Carol, clinging onto Eggs with her life.
They made their way across the tall corridor, swing by swing, after Stephen. Huge amounts of moose stampeded beneath them. Their pursuit carried them to the entrance hall. There they saw the Hogwarts professors fending off the moose invasion.
"This is amazing!" shouted Professor Potter as the students swung over his head. "This is exactly like what happened in my first book!"
"This is NOTHING like what happened in your stupid book!" shouted Professor Granger-Weasley, stunning a nearby moose.
"Take that, you ugly creature," cried Snape, jabbing a moose with a shot of magic. He took pause as Stephen sidled by, above the frenzy.
"Professor! Save me!" cried Stephen. But before the baffled professor could do anything, the moose stopped abruptly, sending Stephen hurling through the air. The blow of him hitting the ground knocked the wind out of him, leaving him motionless on the floor.
"(cough) Wh- where... what?"
The moose was gone. Stephen was in an empty corridor. He quickly got up and slammed the door behind him.
Where was he? He recognized it. This was the passageway that led to the staircases that moved on their own. In general, he avoided them as they were only necessary in getting to the towers, where he didn't have any classes. But these staircases led to the Headmaster's tower, and Stephen had a devious thought.
Now's my chance, he thought. I can try and find that toothbrush!
With Snape behind him and presumably no one in front, Stephen bolted up the staircase, leaving his friends swinging about somewhere in the castle. Up and up he went until he came to the door that read "Headmaster's Chamber" in embossed gold, but the door (normally locked) was ajar.
Stephen froze. Was someone in here? Perhaps someone had the same idea he did. And maybe that someone was the same person who wanted him dead.
Curiosity upon him, he reached for the door. He came to a winding staircase, which he ascended precariously. It was strangely quiet, though he wasn't sure why this seemed odd. He was now in the familiar chamber with the fireplace and the headmaster's desk, photographs all over the walls surrounding it. As usual, papers were strewn about, but there was another odd thing. The photographs normally held people, but they were all mysteriously empty!
Suddenly, he heard a noise above him. Another chamber above this one, perhaps? Stephen's curiosity was overwhelming. He had to know more about the toothbrush. It must be close!
Yes! With enough searching, he noticed a secret passage to the left of the desk, already open. Someone was definitely here already but had probably gone. He ascended yet another staircase. He passed a window that observed the quidditch grounds where Snape had seen him whirling on his broom. Still, everything was so quiet... then...
"Damn!" grumbled a voice that was muffled and distant. "Another barrier! The elf lied to me!"
Stephen locked his body against the stone wall. He was possibly mere feet from his would-be-murderer. He could hear footsteps coming towards the staircase. He quickly bolted down the stairs, unconcerned with whether he was heard or not. He didn't know where else to run, so he made his way back to the entrance hall.
When he got there, there were considerably less moose. Eggs and Carol were now hanging immobile from the center of the room. Apparently, his spell range was too short to reach any of the walls.
"Does anyone have a helicopter?" Eggs yelled. "Oh look! SB is safe!"
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Fifty-million points were taken from Hufflepuff that day, putting them at negative four-hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine-hundred and eighty-one points. The news of this did not bode well for our heroes, who quickly became the most unpopular Hufflepuffs in Hogwarts. Carol's comic book collection was confiscated, Eggs was forced to scrub all of his webbing off the ceilings, and SB had to do something even worse...
...take notation for Harry Potter's seventh book.
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