Chapter 8
Harry's mind was going a billion miles a second, thinking of all the different possibilities of what the mysterious voice could be.
"Think any harder, Harry, and you're going to have smoke coming out of your ears," said Clint.
"As much as I hate to agree with Bird-Brain," "Hey!" "We need more variables and evidence before we're going to be able to break this mystery wide open." Toni said.
"Okay," said Harry. He relaxed his poster, and wasn't going into overdrive into the mystery, but it was playing in the back of his mind, like a puzzle that was missing whole chunks of it.
Chapter eight: The Deathday Party
"We went to Nick's DeathDay party. Once." Sirius said, beginning on a happy note, and ending on a dismal one.
"'Went to'? Don't you mean, 'Crashed'?" Remus pointed out.
"No, because I remember that we were invited to it." said Sirius.
"Didn't we only go to it, because McGonagall was hot on our tails and we needed an out, an alibi?" James queried.
"That is-" Sirius said, then noticed that McGonagall was giving all of them her best 'Disapproving Professor' look. "That is beside the point."
"Oh?" said McGonagall, "And what is the point?"
"The point is, that um-"
"The point is that no living person should ever go to a DeathDay party. They are cold, and the food is completely inedible." Remus finished, seeing as both James and Sirius were too scared of the look that their former teacher was giving them.
October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. And Harry was frustratingly nowhere with his search of Toni Stark. The answer is at the tips of his fingers he can just feel it. The movie nights were going well however. They had watched Toy Story 1-3
"There's a snake in ma boot!" Penelope Clearwater said, doing a decent American Western accent.
and they'll be watching The Incredibles later that week.
"Honey! Where's my Super Suit?!" Nick Fury called out, shocking everyone raised in the Muggle world. First with the fact that he watched the movie. Second, he apparently has a sense of humor. And third, and most importantly, is the fact that he sounds just like the voice actor.
"Um, Mr. Fury Sir?" Peter, oh that brave soul, nervously said. "Did you do the voice for the character?"
Fury looked at Peter and at all the curious faces staring up at him, before turning back to face the book, "Classified."
"Dude." was the general reaction around the room.
Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Her Pepperup Potion worked instantly, though it left the drinker smoking at the ears for several hours afterward. Ginny Weasley, who had been looking pale, was bullied into taking some by Percy. The steam pouring from under her vivid hair gave the impression that her whole head was on fire.
Ginny buried her face into her mother's side as the Hall started to giggle at the mental imagery.
...
As Harry squelched along the deserted corridor he came across somebody who looked just as preoccupied as he was. Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor Tower, was staring morosely out of a window, muttering under his breath, "...don't fulfill their requirements...half an inch, if that..."
