School of Rock: Chapter Five.
by wiccawitchnikki
Chapter Five

For all those non rock enthusiasts; a roadie is a person who operates and transports all the bands equipment, and advertises it, hence the signs and the t-shirts. Any other questions? Just ask.

The afternoon had gone well. Mr Schneebly had been pleased with the band’s progress, and dismissed them in a much better mood. It was now eight o’clock, and dinner had passed with everyone eating their food instead of throwing it at each other. Lights out was at nine thirty which wasn’t too bad as everyone was tired after a long day. Hermione was in the library. She was doing her homework- reading up on famous keyboard players. The library was quiet, and there were only a few other people in there. She sat at a huge oak table, a large book in front of her. The light was dim and the radiator behind her was really warm, giving her nausea. She was just falling asleep when Harry sat down opposite her.
“Hey, you still doing homework?” he asked.
“Yep. Well I was before I fell asleep, anyway.”
Harry looked at the cover of the book.
“I never knew you were good at keyboard. I was surprised when Mr S gave you that job.”
“Well, we’ve had quite a few surprises. I mean, I didn’t know you could play guitar.”
“Neither did I,” Harry smiled.
“And Ron. I didn’t know he could play bass, or that he could smash glass vases over peoples heads,” Hermione carried on.
“Well, actually, that was a bit out of character. I think there’s something up with him at the moment. He’s so highly strung, and I mean the high thing mostly. I found him walking around making telephone noises earlier,” Harry said with a frown.
Hermione looked up.
“Hmm. Maybe I should talk to him. If he kills Malfoy he’ll be in major trouble. Although the world would be much better without him.”
They both laughed.
“But seriously, I’ll talk to him.” Hermione yawned.
“I’m going to bed now. Stuff this for tonight.”
She slammed the book shut and put it back on the shelf.
“Night Harry.”
“Night,” Harry replied.
Hermione left, leaving Harry alone in the library.

Harry had gone back to his dormitory just before lights out. He had found Ron wandering around the corridors, looking for the supermarket. Harry was now really worried about Ron, and hoped that Hermione would talk to him soon. Draco was asleep and snoring loudly. Artemis was sitting in his bed, leaning against the headboard. He was writing something, but no-one seemed particularly interested. Spike had his head submerged in a huge suitcase, and was mumbling something. Harry looked around the room for Ron, who was hanging upside down from his bunk bed.
“RON? What the hell are you doing?”
“Who me?” Ron said innocently, still hanging upside down in his pyjamas.
Harry sighed.
“Ron there is something majorly wrong with you. Why are you acting so weird?”
Ron fell from his upside down position with a thud on the floor. He stood up and breathed in deeply.
“How very dare you.”
Harry raised his eyebrows. Malfoy was still asleep but Spike had noticed the thud.
“Dude, are you drunk?” he said.
Ron turned to look at him.
“I am indeed merry,” he said happily.
Artemis got up and walked over to Ron. He stared into his face, stood back and folded hiss arms.
“You are not drunk, but looking at your pupils I would say that you have taken something.”
Ron stepped back defensively.
“I have not!”
Artemis narrowed his eyes.
“If I am forced to stay in this house of fun I would rather not sleep in the same room as an over grown toddler. What have you taken?” he said calmly.
Ron sat down on his suitcase and rubbed his head.
“I have a headache,” he groaned.
“THAT’S IT!” Harry yelled.
“You took pills earlier to take away your headache! And yesterday!”
Artemis turned to face Harry.
“What did these pills look like?”
Harry thought.
“I found them in a jar in Madame Pomfrey’s medicine cabinet. I was going to ask her but she wasn’t around, and Ron was groaning.”
“Did you read the label?” Artemis asked.
“No, but it said E on it….oh.” Harry realised what had happened.
There was a short silence (except for Ron who was making aeroplane sounds).
“Ok. You fed your best friend happy pills to take away his headache?” Artemis asked incredulously.
“Not on purpose,” Harry said feebly. “I didn’t know!”
“It’s ok mate. I still love you.” Ron put his arm around Harry.
Draco snored louder.
“What do we do?” Harry asked.
“Dunk his head in some cold water and then let him sleep it off,” Artemis said.
He went and ran some cold water in the sink.
Harry had the harder job of trying to get Ron to go into the bathroom.
“Where are we going?” he asked.
“Er...to the water.” Harry replied, dragging Ron.
“Ooh! Are we going to visit the fishies?”
“Yes Ron. That’s right.”
After the rather difficult task of dunking Ron’s head in the water, they tucked him into his bed.
“Should we tie him in?” Harry asked quietly.
“No. He might throw up in the night.” Artemis went back to his own bed and got in.
Harry and Spike did the same.
There was a short silence.
“aaargh!”
“What is it Ron?” Harry asked sleepily.
“There’s a monster under my bed!” Ron yelled.
“If he doesn’t shut the hell up Malfoy won’t be the only one with stitches,” Spike growled.


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