Monday, 24 October 2016

Knocking on Faerie Door Part 35

As I was being lead down the corridor, by my ear, which was being pinched rather hard by Mrs Lawley, I look over my shoulder to see all the other girls giggling. Mrs Lawley turns around looks
at all the girls and is enraged!
"Bethany Beaulie! You come here at once! Clearly you find this so funny, that you can now join Winifred in her punishment!"

"Yes ma'am" Bethany hastens forward and falls in step with me. He eyes downcast, her mouth still has a smile on it.

Before we knew it we were stood in Mrs. Lawleys office. We were both looking at our feet shaking slightly. The smile on Bethany's face now a distant memory. Both of us are too afraid to look up.
Just then we hear a booming voice as the door swings open.

Mr. Lawley steps in and says "What's going on in here."

We both begin to shake a little, we knew what was coming next....

But just then a cacophonous clattering and banging occurred just outside the door.
Both Mr.& Mrs.Lawley raced out to see if they could see what had happened and more so, who had caused the ruckus.

Oh my goodness gracious me!! What a mess! It seems the contents of the pantry had been emptied out in the corridor. There were broken eggs, spilled milk, pots and pans and flour everywhere!!

Suddenly my stomach problems seemed the least of their worries, they both shot off in different directions looking for the culprits, Bethany and I sniggered. We had a very good idea as to who or rather what was behind that mess. Good old BP! So pleased she is here at school with me, heaven alone knows what would have happened if she didn't keep helping out.

Bethany and I remained in Mrs Lawleys' office. She was away for what seems ages & we were getting a tad bored. So we decided to have a look around her office. We were very careful to make sure nothing was distributed. Imagine the trouble we would be in if we were found out?

The glass cabinets hold no secrets, just the usual trophies and medals and year books from past years.
Mrs.Lawleys desk top looked like a typical teachers desk, with quills and ink pots and some very important looking paperwork.
Then those drawers..... should I ? I look over to Bethany, Bethany shakes her head vigorously at me.
I nod back, Bethany now shrugs her shoulders, her eyes darting back and forth betweeen me and the door. The corridor remains silent...
I reach for the drawer handle, both Bethany and I breath in, in unison. Gingerly I open the first drawer being ever so careful not to make a noise. The drawer begins to slowly creak and then before long the contents are revealed. Nothing of interest in there! Papers and quills and the usual stuff you'd expect.

Again I nod at Bethany, who is now keeping a watchful eye on the door and I could almost see her ears pricking up as if to listen even more closely for any movement in the corridor.
Slowly but surely the drawer gives and it makes a huge screeching sound as it does so. I'm sweating now and I'm so scared. The drawer opens fully and Oh My Goodness!!! There's an ancient ruins spell book just lying there, in the drawer!!
Before I know what I've done I pick up the book and page through it. My fingers tingling, Bethany craning her neck to see what I've discovered. Spells a whole book of spells!! I'm sure that this book holds the answers to all our questions..
suddenly Bethany starts waving frantically to me, and motions me to put the book back.
I quickly and quietly slip the book back into the drawer and slam the drawer shut. What a relief that the drawer doesn't screech again as it shuts.

I move as fast as I have ever moved in my entire life, I'm standing next to Bethany, my heart is thumping in my chest my mouth is dry.
The doors swing open again, Mrs Lawley and her stench enter the room. She glares at us and says " I suppose you two are not responsible for that mess in the corridor?" "However I expect you know full well who is, so as punishment you two will have the privilege of cleaning it all up, to my satisfaction "
"Yes ma'am" we answer in a sing song voice.
With that we are pulled up by our collars and pushed through the door with instructions to get cleaning equipment from  the janitor.

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