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Arwen~

Oh no! I never meant for this to happen! The Igor took Frederic and Chilly- and I heard him say something about putting them on the rack! They're going to be tortured! I see Evil Devin gaping at me from across the room. Suddenly my fiery spirit kicks in. I run across the room, grab him, and pull him toward the door. Then I turn and hiss at him, "Listen, buddy, you're going to do what I say. We need to rescue Frederic and Chilly, and you are going to help me. Got it?" He nods. "Good." We race out the doors of the dance room and down the hallway. I stop at one door. I hear sounds of breaking- glass? Ice? Well, whatever it is, I think we've found them. "Come on!" With Evil Devin behind me, I burst into the room. A scene of confusion greets us. Chilly is strangling the Igor with ice, while Frederic is looking slightly amused but also scared. They turn to greet us. "Got any rope?" Chilly asks. Evil Devin pulls a long, thin cord out of his pocket. "Here." She grabs it, and ties the Igor up tight. "There. No torturing students for y'now." She grins. "You were just in time. He had me on the rack-I thought he was actually going to torture me!" Then a voice behind us buts in. "And what is the meaning of all this, students?" A smooth, silky voice says. I turn in horror. A transparent man with long, greasy black hair and long black robes is floating behind us. "I believe you have not seen me before? Ah, I thought not. I, children, am the assistant principle, Several Snap. And I think, my dears, that you had better come with me." He pulls out a long stick from his sleeve and waves it, muttering an incantation. A invisible wall pushes behind us, herding us out of the room, down the hall, and into the principle's office. He opens a door in the office and pushes us in. "You can wait here until the principle comes. He'll 'take care of you.' " He closes the door behind us, and I can hear the grating of the lock. Once I'm sure that he's gone, I turn to Evil Devin, Chilly, and Frederic. "Well, aren't we the lucky ones?" I say sarcastically. "But think for a moment- have any of you read Harry Potter? Well, think who has greasy hair, long black robes, and that awful sneer on his face?" "Severus Snape!" Chilly shouts. "Right! and the name isn't that different, Several Snap, Severus Snape... So this must be his ghost!" Evil Devin sighs. "I told Leeli that this place was haunted. She didn't listen, and now look where it's got us! Locked in a room off of the principle's office, with two teachers that are supposedly from Harry Potter. Oh, joys." Frederic sits up. "You know what we need? A way to escape. What if one of us tells the principle when he gets here that we really need to use the bathroom? He'll take us there, and then there might be someone in the bathroom that we could tell, or one of us could slip out while he's at the bathroom and get help!" "Great idea," I say. "Let's get to it."

How do you like it? Another teacher from Harry Potter. And I finally got the time to do a longer post. Um, and sorry if you don't want them to be in this predicament, but it was an idea that I had at the moment and I don't want to change it now. 

Keep posting, please!

Serene~

Where's Arwen? One moment she was here, at the dance, and then she was gone! So is Evil Devin. I turn around, looking for them. Suddenly, the music stops and the principal's voice blasts over the speakers. "Attention, everyone, attention, please!" Everyone stops what they are doing, trying to dance on the icy floor, eating the poisoned food, or just sitting. "The dance is canceled. Everyone go back to your dorm rooms immediately. I repeat, go back to your dorms imediately." All the AEs and CAPTCHAs grab their things and rush out the doors. In the crowd I bump into Hazel. "There you are! What's going on?" She shakes her head. "IIll tell youu later." As I turn down the hallway going to my dorm, I notice that the hallway seems to go on for a long time before I find the door. Strange, I think. It's not usually like that. 

Arwen~

We are standing in Chilly's room while she tries to pry open her windows. I think I know which one she'll choose- Her name is Chilly, after all. Frederic clears his throat. "Chilly? Uh... the Igor wasn't actually going to torture you..." Chilly turns and glares at him. "Oh? Well, that's nice to know!" She goes back to her job on the windows. Then Frederic whispers something to her, and she pionts her hands at the wall, and a stream of ice blasts it open! I stare at her. "So which way are we going?"