Chapter Eight
Draco was sitting on the common room sofa. He was holding a notepad and pen, a vacant expression on his face. There was a huge bang, and Spike fell out of a cupboard.
Draco jumped.
“What are you doing?” he asked, annoyed at having been broken from his thoughts.
“Hiding. I swear that Cinderella chick has mental issues,” Spike said, his left eye quivering. It looked like it had yoghurt dripping from it.
“Well then hide quietly.”
Spike instead chose to leave the room, checking the corridor cautiously and then legging it.
Draco went back to his notepad. He hadn’t realized how hard this was going to be. He liked playing the drums, but songwriting was just not for him.
Then someone burst through the door.
“Where is he?” it was a mad looking Cinderella.
“For God’s sake! I’m trying to do something here!” Draco yelled, tearing a piece of paper off the notepad and screwing it up. Cinderella looked at him strangely and picked up the paper.
She opened it up and read it.
“At first I thought it was a disguise, but it was a monster with green eyes….Draco, what is this crap?”
Draco went red.
“It’s my song.”
“Oh. Well, no offence but it sucks. Who writes songs about monsters with green eyes?”
“Mr S said use powerful emotions, so I thought I’d try jealousy.” Draco said feebly.
“Ohh, the green eyed monster.” Cinderella started laughing.
“Shut up, ok? At least I’m trying. I bet you couldn’t do any better. What do girls know about rock music anyway?” Draco snapped.
Cinderella left, still laughing.
In the girls dormitory, the lights had just gone out. Cinderella was sitting on her bed cross legged, brushing her hair. Mia and Hermione were reading each others lyrics, Buffy was doing sit ups and Cooper was lying on her bed staring up at the ceiling. The room was quiet, and so far, hell had not broken loose.
“Mia, are you ok?” Cooper asked.
“Yeah. Just a bit homesick. You?”
“I don’t know. I’m actually quite enjoying being here. I like the lessons, and Mr S is quite cool.”
“Yeah I know how you feel. I’m enjoying myself too,” Hermione joined in. Everyone had gone quiet and got into bed.
“So. Who likes who?” Buffy said casually.
“What?”
“The guys. Who in here digs who in there?”
There was a short pause.
“Ok, I’ll start. I like Spike.” Buffy said.
“But you broke his nose.”
“He winked at me. That has to be the cheesiest thing a guy can do. What about you?”
Hermione went red, glad it was dark so no-one could see.
“Errr….”
“Come on, we have to get to know each other better, and perhaps mucking about with the guys will bring us some laughs,” Buffy said in a bored tone. It was clear that she had been lectured by Mr S as the oldest in the group.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I like…. Harry,” Hermione said timidly.
“That is so sweet! What about you Hooper?”
“It’s Cooper,”
“Whatever. Who do you dig?”
“Well, I kinda like Ron,” Cooper said, smiling.
“My turn!” Cinderella yelled. “Draco is HOT.” Everyone sniggered as silently as they could.
“Ok twisted sister. That leaves geeky for Mia!” Buffy laughed and turned over.
“I don’t mind,” Mia smiled shyly.
“WHAT?”
“I’m ok with Artemis being left for me. I like him.”
“But he’s so up himself!” Hermione exclaimed.
“He’s creepy. He reminds me of a leprechaun,” Cinderella said.
“Why?”
“Because he’s Irish.”
Everyone laughed.
“That’s the dumbest thing you have ever said. But seriously Mia, why do you like that loser?”
“Hey, Mia can like who she wants to!” Cooper threw a pillow, hoping that it went vaguely in the direction of Buffy. It didn’t.
“Who threw that?” a surprised voice asked.
“I did. Sorry. It was supposed to hit Buffy.” Cooper said tiredly.
“Well it didn’t!” A pillow landed on cooper and she wasn’t tired anymore. She sat bolt upright and chucked the pillow at the voice.
It wasn’t long before a pillow fight began.
“Take that!” Mia yelled, getting involved in the thick of it for once. She didn’t know who she was hitting because it was dark. No-one did. Then there was a loud clang. Everything went still. Feathers were floating everywhere, once again the room was a tip, pillows were in strange places and Cinderella was lying on the floor, unconscious.
“What happened?”
Then Mia realized. She had felt the impact.
“Oops. Errr…..”
Cooper turned in the direction of her voice.
“What did you do? I didn’t know feathers were dangerous.”
“I put my alarm clock in my pillow so it would wake me up.” Mia said feebly.
“It was an accident!”
There was more silence, and then laughing and congratulations.
“Come on. We had better clear up. I doubt Mr. S will class a pillow fight as ‘rock star’ behavior.” Hermione started to pick up feathers, then remembered a suitable spell for the job.
“What about Cinderella?” Buffy said. “We can’t just leave her on the floor, it looks dodgy.”
“Hmm. Can you lift her?”
Mia stood back and watched as Buffy carried Cinderella to her bed, a triumphant feeling running through her. Perhaps her stay at school of rock wasn’t going to be so bad after all.
Ok, so that was a bad chapter. Sorry. Bad day. I’ll try harder tomorrow.
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