Chapter 5: Students and Planners

Quen's eyes popped open and she let out a sigh of relief. It was only a dream... but then, why was the ground shaking? Quen sat up to find that someone was jumping on her bed.
It was a girl with blonde hair and cold blue eyes. The girl was wearing a strange blue cloak and was singing something that was even stranger (in a whisper): "Kill the Kat and slap the rat," she sang this over and over as she jumped up and down on Quen's bed.
"Who are you?" Quen demanded. She looked at the clock. It was 2:47 in the morning and a strange person was jumping on her bed!
The girl stopped singing and shook her head.
"Nope. The real question is: who..." she shot her legs out, landing on the bed with a thump.
"...Are you?" she continued.
"Qu- Zelma Zeppli," Quen replied.
The girl bursted into laughter.
"You?" she crowed. "Zelma Zeppli? Come on. Who are you really?"
"Zelma Zeppli," Quen insisted, becoming impatient.
"You think I'm stupid?" The girl demanded. "Tell me your name before I banish you," she held up a rather long wand.
Not knowing whether this crazy girl was joking or not, Quen answered her question truthfully.
"Quen Morrison," Quen answered in barely a whisper.
The girl nodded. "I'm Icicle Delantey," Suddenly, Icicle's mood changed.
"Who's side are you on?" Icicle demanded. "What do you know about Zelma Zeppli? Are you one of Voldemort's spies?"
Quen shrank back in fear and shook her head.
Icicle said nothing else, but only backed up and dissapeared into the night.

"Boy, you look tired," Ginny observed. "when did you go to sleep last night?"
It was the morning after Icicle's surprise visit. Quen explained the events of the night before and Ginny's eyes widened with realization.
"Icicle Delantey, I remember her from last year," Ginny explained. "How she dissapeared like that is a mystery to me. You can't apperate in the castle. It's impossible. But Icicle claims she 'doesn't apperate.'"
Suddenly, Ginny bursted out in laughter.
"What's so funny?" Quen asked. Ginny pointed at the doorway as Sunflower walked in.
The tiny girl scowled as she headed towards the table, her way-too-big robes making a two foot trail behind her. She dragged her bag, which was almost as big as she was (if it was a few inches taller, it would have been bigger that she was).
When she had made it to the table, she struggled to get onto the chair. When she fianally got on, she thrust her bag onto the floor.
"Don't you think those robes are a little too big?" Quen asked.
Sunflower ignored this and continued eating.
Quen turned to Ginny.
"What's the schedule?" she asked.
"Your schedule is: first period you have potions, then herbology, then charms, then lunch, then transfiguration, and then someclass with Madame Hooch." Ginny said.
"Who?"
"Madame Hooch is the referee for quidditch..." Ginny explained and she began to give a list of all of the teachers.


Sunflower walked down the hallway practically hopping with excitement. She was so excited that she didn't notice alot of people were tripping over her.
It took her ten minutes to find the dungeons where the first class was.

Tima waved her wand comically as she circled the green flame on the table
She was in the basement of a shop in Knockturn Alley (or what she classified as Knockturn Alley).
The evil girl was with her companion, Lathor, who was puzzling over his own questions.
"Why are we down here?" Lathor demanded. "All I've done is watch you work your wand around that flame. What are you going to do with it?"
Tima ignored his question and continued working.
Lathor prodded Tima in the back with his wand.
"I asked you a question you little twit, what are you doing with the flame?"
Without warning Tima whirled around, grabbed Lathor's wand and snapped it in two.
"If you call me a 'little twit' one more time, I'll break more than your wand."
"What are you going to attack?" Lathor asked, ignoring Tima's threat.
"It's not what it's who," Tima corrected. "I'm going to kill Harry Potter."
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Notice how I spelled cat "kat"? Well, just to let you know, I meant to do that. Why? Guess. HINT: It's in one of my other stories.