Classroom Four Eight B

<~•| Gabe The Grump |~•>

Eloise observed tentatively at the enraged bundle of scales sulking silently. Gabe's arms were folded in a tight squeeze and his lips were drawn back in a pout, his eyes saw into pure grumpiness. The bus stop had seemed to grow awfully quiet, Eloise daringly leaned forward making a loud creek groan from the rag-tag wooden seat of the bus stop. He peered at his classmates, all whom seemed much too busy absorbed in their own worlds to pay notice to the angry Naga. Only when he cleared his throat did a few pairs of eyes flutter up to meet him. He gestured towards the cranky snake-boy to which Doneven and the other bullies responded with a mix of shrugs and eye-rolls. Aspen and Gilbert on the other hand looked as if they were about to conduct an evil scheme, their faces drawn in wide smirks. Aspen called out in the cold morning air, her voice carrying a mocking rhythmic tone although she was singing in barely more than a whisper, "Hail Mrs. Vatter, the bus driver! Bus driver!" It crackled through the early morning air, breaking the silence. Doneven gave her an odd look with an eye-brow raise, the rest of the bullies eyes grew hungry as a slew of insults trickled into their thick skulls. Eloise's jaw hung open as if he attempted to catch flies, then Gilbert joined in with the chant: "Hail Mrs. Vatter, the bus driver! Bus driver!" Both of them began to sway their legs in tune as they slowly grew louder repeating the same words. Eloise took a gander at the Naga who's tail was twitching, he was struggling to remain grumpy at whatever got his tail in a twist. Then all of a sudden the Naga sprung to life, "HAIL MRS. VATTER, THE BUS DRIVER! BUS DRIVER!" He let out a loud shriek as he completely over-powered Gilbert and Aspen. The bullies became a group of cackling hyenas, Doneven however, remained impartial. Eloise had to suppress his rising temper, letting it seethe off him like sweat. He didn't like the way Doneven had started becoming chummy with Aspen, just another reason to hate the stupid Pure-Blood and yet neither did Doneven jump to Aspens defence nor did Eloise vocalise his growing concerns. As if fate itself had been listening, the bus slid into view. Its metallic red walls hissed against the little droplets of rain pelted at it. The door flung open and out strolled the most hideous woman Eloise had ever laid his eyes on. The woman was rather short, her back hunched over with her spine protruding unnaturally out of her back, her hair was frazzled and matted, the fringe pulled back in a psychedelic-rainbow bandanna, her baggy and creased flora-printed dress was stained with sweat and her skin was shiny and littered with freckles. The crazed woman extended out a hand, the skin barely covering the bones underneath, "All aboard the express trip to Hogwarts School of-" She paused her voice to let out a dry cough, it was so loud and booming Eloise was forced to cover his ears. "School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." She concluded, stepping to one side of the doorway allowing for the kids to enter. Atlas and Oswald pushed their way through to the front and Eloise filed in-line with Aspen and Gilbert. "More Like School of Witchcraft and Misery, huh Gabe?" Aspen sneered out sarcastically, Eloise chose to hide his growing smirk behind his hand not wishing to get into a fist-fight with a very angry snake. He entered the bus, which step creaked as he put his weight on it. He forced his eyes away from the repulsive sight of the woman, who gave him a welcoming smile, her teeth were even more horrific than her body. The woman's face was very old and frail, wrinkles traced every crevasse of her skin and sagged. Her eyes were sunken in like that of a snake. Her teeth were stained with yellow and black, holes lining some of them. Eloise had to force the bile that rose in his throat back down when she rasped near him as a wave of the most disgusting stench mingled with his nose. He attempted to press his foot forward but seemingly lost his footing and the slippery surface beneath him had disappeared. He staggered backwards as his wellingtons turned upwards and his face toppled closer to the dirty floor of the bus. In fact it was so dirty that Eloise was positive that it had not been cleaned in thousands of years.