House of Anubis

House of Secrets p2 House of Attitude p1

"So, this afternoon, We're going to have, as promised, A practice exam." Mrs Andrews said as she began passing out papers, placing them on our desks.

This announcement caused many students to groan in distaste. Not fond of the idea of a practice exam. I just lean my head against my palm as I sigh.

"But daddy, you have to extend my credit limit." Amber begs, not understanding the concept of there being a time and place for things. Class not being the time to beg daddy for money.

"Phone off, Amber." Mrs Andrews says with a warning tone, this however, goes completely ignored by the blonde.

"But I've seen a pair of really important shoes." I silently chuckle as Jerome makes a 'blah blah blah' gesture with his hands, mocking Amber for her trivial need for luxury.

However her tune quickly changes as soon as a very sweaty Mick enters the classroom. "Dad, I have to go, I'm in school!" She says ogling her boyfriend, hanging up on her father. "Mick, you're back!!!"

"Sorry I'm late." Mick says after he shoots his football (or as the Americans call it, a 'soccer ball') into the trash bin and taking his seat.

"You might have changed first." Mrs Andrews notes, seeing as he was pretty much just in his sports gear, with his dark red blazer on top. "Just try not to perspire all over the paper." She says with a look of disgust, seeing as he was... glistening with sweat.

"Could he be any hotter?" Amber comments to Mara, fawning over her partner. To which Mara smiles softly but makes no comment.

"Right, you have exactly one hour to complete the paper." Mrs Andrews announces before looking down at her watch. "The time is six minutes past two."

"Mrs. A?"

"Yes Alfie?"

"Nose-bleed. It's a gusher." I turn to see him holding a tissue to his nose, looking to be in pain

"Infirmary quickly. Come on." She says, waving him off. To which he quickly gets out of his seat. While she's distracted and not looking in his direction, he reveals the bottle of red dye, and that he had been faking just to get out of the exam.

The rest of the class laughs at this, and he quickly brings it back to his nose, hiding the bottle just as he accidentally runs into Mr Sweet.

"Festina lente, boy." Our headmaster says as he holds onto the boy by his arms. "More haste less speed." He says, translating the Latin motto, and Alfie nods his head before Sweetie ushers him off and he makes his escape.

"Sorry to interrupt Mrs Andrews." Mr Sweet apologizes, clasping his hands together before turning to the class, his eyes landing on us in particular. "Joy, there's someone to see you in my office."

Patrica, Joy and I all exchange confused looks before she grabs her things and follows Mr Sweet out of class.

Without further interruption, Mrs Andrews asks us to bring our attention back onto our practice exams.

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"Get off! Alfie!" I hear Jerome shout despite the amused smile one his face as Alfie claws at his chest while wearing what I assume is a very poor looking werewolf of Chewbacca mask as Patricia and I head towards them, after going to Mr Sweet's office.

"Have you guys seen Joy?"

Alfie stops messing around and both boys pause and look at each other before Alfie starts mumbling, holding his head up to a certain height. "Rararara Rarara."

Jerome laughs, "Yeah, she's about this tall, dark hair." He says, translating what Alfie had mumbled, holding his hand up as Alfie had done.

"Ha, ha." She laughs sarcastically. "No, we've just been to Sweetie's office and she's not there."