Clash Of The Hearts

Chapter 18: Museum Work

Heidi's POV

I found my way into one of my favorite wings of the museum, the fifth wing, this wing held artifacts likes Beast's enchanted rose, The Genie's magic lamp, Aladdin's magic carpet, Pocahontas's compass, Quasimodo's Bell, Esmeralda's tambourine, and Rapunzel's hair brush. I trace my fingers over the glass covering the enchanted rose, I amazes me just how small something so important can do in a story. "Why is it that every time I need to find you, I find you looking at some old relic." I turn to the voice to see a girl with pitch black curly hair, the girl is wearing a purple headband, a white short sleeve shirt, purple jeans, a green belt, and purple flat shoes, "What can I do for you Penelope?" She walks over and carefully picks up her mother's tambourine, "I will never understand why Beast and Belle wanted this in here." I walk over to her and place my hand on her shoulder, "Because without your mom's help your father and Quasimodo would have never been able to defect Claude Frollo." Penelope put's the tambourine back in its spot, "I came to tell you, that you have a visitor down in the lobby." I look at her with a questionable look, "He says that he has something you want." Penelope pats me on the shoulder and walks off into another wing of the museum. With my curiosity pecked I make my way to the lobby. Once I reach the balcony overlooking the lobby I see Harry looking at the Sorcerer's hat, "Careful, that hat might turn you into a mouse." Harry looks up at me with a smile, "So, what do you have for me that is so important that it couldn't wait till I got off work?" I say making my way down the stairs, "I just wanted to tell you that Ben has gotten word that Quinn and her friends will be arriving tomorrow." Harry says. As I look into his eyes I suddenly remember my conversation with Yzla this morning. I freeze not moving or saying a word, "Love? Is something wrong?" He asks now standing in front of me, "I have to ask you something, and I want the truth, no matter what the truth is, I want to hear it." Harry simple nods his head, "This morning, when I was heading towards my room, I ran into Yzla." Harry's expression changes it goes from calm and soft to annoyance and frustration. "What did the skinny, sneaky, little snoop have to say this time?" I took a breath and let it out before I start, "She told me that you have been lying to me, that you have been evil, cruel, wicked, and downright mean to some of the students here." Harry's face didn't show any sigh of emotion, "Do you believe her?" He asks his voice dark and cold, "I am not sure what to believe, I want to believe that you aren't doing these things, but a part of knows that you are who you are, and no matter how long we are here, we still have those instincts." I put my hand on Harry's cheek, "Hooky, if it's true, you can tell me." Harry pushes my hand away, "I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU WOULD TRUST THAT SELFISH, EVIL, GREEDY, POWER-HUNGRY, PARANOID, AND DECEPTIVE GIRL, OVER THE ONE THAT YOU SAY LOVE!" Harry yells turning his back to me, "Do you shove people into lockers or to the ground?" Harry wipes his head around, "Now and then yes." Harry admits, "trip people?" Harry nods his head, "Smack people's things out their hands and on the ground." Harry lets out a sigh, "That was only one time, and I did to Paul." Harry defends himself, "Have you been hiding Quincey's things on him." Harry's eyes go wide, "No, that was someone else, I had nothing to do to with that." That gave me some relief knowing that, "You steal people wallet and other valuable things?" Harry rolls his eyes, "Yes, I do that all the time, okay." I could tell in Harry's tone that he wasn't sorry for doing that. "Hit people out of the blue, and screams at people for no reason?" I could understand those accusations. "You know better than anyone that my tempter some time gets the best of me." I nod my head, fully understanding that Harry will always have a bad temper, "Do you skip class?" Harry let's out a loud huff, "I do here and there, if I don't feel like going I don't." I look at him with surprise and shock, "Harry, you have to go to class, that is the whole point of going to that school." I try to explain to him, but I could tell that Harry wasn't listing, "YES HEIDI! I ADMIT IT! I SOMETIMES FORGET THAT I AM IN BORE-ADON, THAT I AM SURROUNDED BY ALL THESE COMPASSIONATE, SELFNESS, SOPHISTICATED, CARING, AND GENTLE PEOPLE! SOMETIMES I CAN'T HELP BUT TO DO WICKED THINGS, TALK TO PEOPLE IN A SARCASTIC TONE, STEAL FROM PEOLE WHEN I GET GREEDY ONCE IN A GREAT WHILE I AM RUDE TO THE PEOPLE AROUND ME, I AM RECKLESS AND RELENTLESS AT TIMES, PEOPLE CALL ME THE PSYCHOTIC PIRATE FROM THE ISLE WITH BIPOALR, I HAVE THE SHORTEST TEMPER KNOWN TO ANYONE, BUT MOST OF ALL I AM EVIL! Harry now is towering over me, "I REMEMBER WHERE I COME FROM, MAYBE YOU NEED THINK ABOUT WHERE YOU COME FROM! Harry roars as he storms out of the museum. I stand there totally still, not moving a single muscle, I am not sure how long I stood in the same spot, but I am broken from my trance by the sound of Penelope's voice, "Heidi? Are you okay?" She places her hand on my shoulder, "I need to go." I brush her hand off my shoulder and walk out of the museum. Right as I make it back on campus I run into a something hard, "Heidi?" I look up to see none other a shirtless Paul.