“When you are missing someone, and time seems to move slower. But when I’m falling in love with some one, time seems to move more faster.” ~~Taylor Swift <3
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So then what happened was that we brought Derek down up into inside the restricted tower penthouse type area that belonged to the ancient and or immortal maybe headmaster sorcerer of Eerevorne Academy (AKAK Sir Solemneronon). I clonkered up into the front reception office kind of area, totally pissed and ticked and pissed all the way off. “Okay, thats it. Im pissed and ticked all the way off! What in the film-grade fuck is going on rn?!” “Yeah! Why is Deerk so sick and crazed an tortured?!” Sir Solomonnen shouted in a whispery voice as to in a response: “Huuh. Ruuuh. Chuuuh!” Wait what the fuck? “Whait wat the fuck?” Solomon churckled moonily, gangling slightly. “Ah, mine apologies, mine apologies, mine apologies indeed, indeed. Yes. That was most simply an cure-all spell…sort of an over-the-counter enchantment. I had hoped indeed twas sucheth an hex might indeed rebound thine young boyfriends’’ enmagical assfliction. Errm… affflisstion. YEs. Inded, indeed…yes…” But then he also spoke more as well aslo: “But of coarse it would seemeth and appear that tat shit failed harder than even the dumbest little shits running a round this prestiged school stronghold…”
Derek meanwhile was still sick and tortured: “AHHHH… Fuckk… imstillsickandshit…” That made me cry and brabble just a bitty bittle bit: “OH no please! Please just help him all ready you old crusty-faced fuck!” Sor Silimon sharped up immediately, snapping me with a sharp stare that was slivery and dangerous seeming. “SHILENCE,” her bellowed, sending a lightning shnap to sizzle my nerves. “OOWW OW OW FUCK that hurt!” I almost attacked him then since I’m really strong and probs couldve kicked his old dusty asshole but I didnt just since because it would throw off the plan and also because that wasnt the point here————derek was still sick! “Shes right!,” Derek confirmed firmly, still also caughing and in agononious pain.
And he was right——I was right. “So fix jim!” I cried out piercingly, clutching at my heart anguishedly. Sir Solo stroded up towards closer to me dramatically, robes aflaring dramatically, eyebrows hitching higher than a frat bro testing out an automatic pressurized turbo-bong loaded with chronically dank devil juice. So really high, basically. “I’m moste afraid that I cannot do that, chyloce…” he wizened off mosteriously, furting a secretive kind of glance off to one side of the room area, at the wall where a bunch of dissected monkeys were stapled to the wall. “BUT WHY” I blubbered (in a cool “in your face” kinda way tho, so maybe blubbered is a bad word maye I moreso countered or proclaimed). BECAUSE,“he declared brazenly, swelling up dramatically, robes glittering needily.” “BECAUSE…A student at our very own Everemornth Acedemy has being DED, and DEREK DARKHEART is the foremostesteth suspect!”
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So it turned out then that I was walking to/away from my prevous/next class, stalking down the hallways while being surrounded by my squad and also some other girls that weren’t cool enough to be my frend ut werent’ total losers so such that I sort of let them hover. “Omg, is that Chkoyce Essserstella?! She’s literally so popular and cool right now…!” I heard someone say, all awe-like and interested. “OMG yes I think it is and thats so true too,” was what a nother one said, also equally awed and intereestedly. They jind of leapt talking and jibbering on like that, obviously impressed upon. “Wow, let’s’s ”, one agreed, fawnily, all athough I didnt catch that because I was busy stroding down the hall and solving huge numbers of toptier magthatical equivalations in my head as well at the same time. “It’s almost so sad how they’re all so desperately desperate for you,” Jennephera said whimsily, scorffing slightly. She was my friend btw and we were like basically besties FYI> “So so lame when you realize most of them were lame and clicky against you just a wekk ago when you arrived…” my frond continued, heedlessly. Suddenly, it seemed like there was a massive and unmissable disturbance ahead. “Yeah hard agree” I affirmed firmly, hooking one archy perfectly-pluckered ravendark eyebrow at the lame crowd. Suddenly, it seemed like there was a massive and unmisseable disturbance ahead! “Woah wat the fuck” I fried piercingly, confused by the clogged-up crowd of clot-like posers.
“Oh no well never get through the crowd and be able to see what is making everyone cluster right there!” Jennyphera lemented despairingly, stranding her silky hair wailingly. “Don’t worry girl, I’ve got this,” I reasserted powerfully, using my magic as I thrusted my two hands and their five fingers outwards ad also apart, schlamming the crowd people apart against the goth lockers lining either hall of the wallway. as I summoned my minkey servants, commanding them with magic commands to seperete the crowd and push them again the goth lockers lining the hallway. Some students bellowed out in pains because the gothic lockers were o(f course) covered in gothic spikes and shit like that, but honestly it wasn’t really my fault and it couldn’t be helped anyhows. S.
Now that I had parted the fatass crowd, I stepped forward Mosesly, Mnartens kacking, ravendark shinysilk curls bobbling a bitty bit above/over/in front of my pale conflexion, Goth-ish miniskirt wavering slightly so. Then, that’s when what I sawed what was there, which was (the thing) why had how come everyone else in the ex-crowd were or rather had been all clumped up together in within a clusterclump that was or rather had been totally annoying and also inconvenient too, also. Itwas a dead body, a corpse, a cadever! The body wore what seemed like sort of as if it were one of the student outfit unfiform things, but all rumpled and crumped and disraggled. Also there were large chunks missing from the bodies and large cuts cut into them and huge wet wounds pounded into their faces, so that blood spattered all over every single surface. And The Guts were everywhere.
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“This is bad,” I commented intensely, scowling in a cute kind of way. “Truth.” “This is really bad,” I doubled seriously. “Truth!” “But what do we do about it?” “Idk!” “But-” “No!” “OK…”
At that exact moment, the door opened and at really long last the monkey servant announced me that I could go in nto Sir SOlomonoen’s tower-penthouse-office-area, which mornally I couldn’t since it was off limits and also mammarily secured and stuff, even though I prob couldve broken in if I had felt like doing that. It just so happened that I never had, ‘kay? So anyways.
“Chlice, were you simply just sitting in my waiting room all that whole time?” the dumbeldore asked. “I mean, that is what’s it for,” I verified wittily. “But you were all alone,” he pointed out unhelpfully. “Yes,” I forlorned vocally.”I was alone.“ Then that’s when I got real angry and pissed off. “BECAUSE YOU ARRESTED DEREK! Now I’m all alone! I’m demanding answers!” I demanded insistingly. “Well it’s pretty simple really,” So-so-somelon said wisely, flourishing with his hands. “It’s because since a students died horribly——exactly and precisely when you boyfriend was tweaking out in Professing Peverus’s classroom dungeon. So Solomonenon had no choice at all, indeed, except to lock him up until such a time and place and case as to where could be made a kind of compelling argument to lock someone else up instead!” Damn! The old geezer makes a good point. “True!” I countered, tripping.
But quickly I was continuing: “So what you’re saying that is that I have to go on an epic exciting journey to prove that Derek sn’t evil?” “Hmmmmmmmmmm. Perhaps. Perhaps. Indeed. Or maybe, no. Hm?” But before I could barble even a bitty bit the old guy continued talking right on over top off me, like this: “Now hold, on, let me finish! God, I hate children. Derek or whatever his name is——” (I rolled my eyes battily at this point because I mean come on its DAREK, it isn’t that hard!) “——isn’t being arrested. I only stuck him in my meth dungeon for a little bit until I could expel him permentantly.” He said, with a certain stench of bench. “Permanentnly?!” I interrogated panickedly. “Permentantly,” Great grand-geezer reconfirmed cementedly. NOO!1 I thought silently, scowling to hide my pearly jet-dark tears. But I couldn’t hide the tears in my jet-dark heart. That was the price…the price of love, and the price of wonder.
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We all were gathered ourselves outside the school building, near the frontal lawn/door region. The weather was raining sulkily, sad no doubt about Derek being unruthlessly and unfairly expelled for literally almost no reason. No one even cared that much about the dead students, even though I dd care just a bitty bit because I’m a bleeding heart. But mostly other then me no one cared that much, and mostly instead just cared and was sad about Deren leaking.
It was so romantic and painful and ugly but ugly in a cute and romantic way. “I love you DErek <3” I declared brassenly, being clingy when the giant twitchy Frankenstein-monkey creatures tried to pull my dark angle away from me, and also away from the shcool since that was their job. “Don’t let go of me Chlyercy,” Dean pleaded weakly. “Don’t let go because if you do then I’ll go insane again because it’s only our dark love that keeps me normal and okay!” But I had no choice in the matter: D. Darkhart was beige taken away from me by the Frankenmonkey creatures that had been made from the dead student’s corpse.s. Damnit they are too strong! I assessed correctly and also internally. I know! “DEAR! No! No, nooo…! Aahhhhh…”
I stumbled away, Martens clacking mournfully, curls bobbering painfully, clutching at my heart dramatically/relatably/. Immediately and without delay and sure enough yep he (Deeek) started screaming and foaming around again, totally crazy…supposedly. “I swear I’ll find a way to cure you up Derek Darkheart,” I swore loudly and proudy (swore as in promised or maybe oathed, not like cursing or whatever just FYI BTW IYDK). And I meant it, too.
I would not rest for even a bitty little blink until Derek was fixed and our dark tortured hearts could beat unbruisedly once more!
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