Avis Blackthorn and the Magical Multicolour Jumper (The Wizard Magic School Series, Book 2) by Jack Simmonds Page B
Authors: Jack Simmonds
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Dennis before whimpering something about preferring the girls dorm.
Graham came over to the window now. “Who says someone demolished it?” he said. “It was mighty old, might have just fallen?”
“Hmm,” I hummed. “Could be. There was a lot of magic holding it up I reckon.”
Simon threw off his covers and charged over, thinking we were winding him up. Dennis was shaking his head . “That can’t be true. They wouldn’t let hundreds and hundreds of children into a stadium that was in danger of collapse!”
I felt myself nodding along with the others. But it wasn’t long before the blue light of ghosts gently swam into our room.
“ Off to bed …” droned the most expressionless ghost I’ve ever seen. “Come on now, away from the windows and back into your beds.” We did as it said, before another two ghosts drifted into our room and began singing soft low lullabies. I don’t know how it worked, but rather embarrassingly I was out like a shot.
The next morning it was all we could talk about. The curtains opened promptly at seven, revealing, in the new light of day, the utter devastation of the collapsed Riptide Stadium. We had to strain to be able to see it over the hill in the distance, but stone pillars and wooden struts stuck out from all directions. The dust had all but vanished now, but around the grass on the hillside were scattered bits of debris.
“Do you reckon this means we won’t have to play Riptide this year?” said Dennis, rather excitedly.
Jake, who was scowling, huffed. “I ‘ope not! I’ve been looking forward to it all summer.”
When we got to Partington’s classroom he immediately announced that there was an assembly that all second years must attend. “Why only second years?” said Dawn. But Partington just shrugged, nonplussed.
Florence dumped her bag on the table. “Did you hear the crash last night?”
“Of course,” said Dennis. “It was so scary!”
“I am surprised Avis didn’t scream like a girl,” droned Simon. “Because the ghosts returned, three of them this time. I seem to remember it was only one that scared the daylights out of you last year, when you screamed like a girl.” He laughed forcibly, as a few people in the class tittered lightly. Remembering what Tina told me the previous year — I smiled sweetly, even though my blood was boiling and all I wanted to do was spell Simon through the window.
“They were pretty the ghosts weren’t they?” I said sweetly. “Sure I saw one of them wearing a lovely pearl necklace ,” I said raising my eyebrows at Simon’s sheepish face. Robin, Graham and Hunter sniggered, even Partington was smirking and I revelled in the moment as Simon tried to hide his red face with an AstroMagic Chart.
As we walked to the Chamber, we passed several higher year forms, but the strange thing was, none of them were talking about the collapsed Riptide stadium, or looked worried about it. “Perhaps they are glad, I kind of am,” Robin whispered. “Might mean we won’t be humiliated again, if we don’t have to play.”
Once inside the Chamber, we saw Magisteer Simone prowling around the front, smiling to herself. Nearly all the second year forms were in here already and had taken the tables near the front. Tina’s form, the Hubris piled in, followed by the Swillow’s. Tina was walking next to… Jasper Gandy? The boy who had told us all about his dead Dad in Yearlove’s lesson? After them was the Snare’s, led by my brother Harold looking proud, taking a seat as close to us as he could. Git. Although I did notice the white haired girl glance over at me, I think, but then she rather dreamily looked away. A confused mass of feelings bubbled inside my stomach like a complicated potion. It was too much to think about on a cold September morning. I wrapped my robe closer around me, and sunk back down in the chair as Magisteer Simone began.
“I am sure you all heard the commotion in the night,” she raised
Graham came over to the window now. “Who says someone demolished it?” he said. “It was mighty old, might have just fallen?”
“Hmm,” I hummed. “Could be. There was a lot of magic holding it up I reckon.”
Simon threw off his covers and charged over, thinking we were winding him up. Dennis was shaking his head . “That can’t be true. They wouldn’t let hundreds and hundreds of children into a stadium that was in danger of collapse!”
I felt myself nodding along with the others. But it wasn’t long before the blue light of ghosts gently swam into our room.
“ Off to bed …” droned the most expressionless ghost I’ve ever seen. “Come on now, away from the windows and back into your beds.” We did as it said, before another two ghosts drifted into our room and began singing soft low lullabies. I don’t know how it worked, but rather embarrassingly I was out like a shot.
The next morning it was all we could talk about. The curtains opened promptly at seven, revealing, in the new light of day, the utter devastation of the collapsed Riptide Stadium. We had to strain to be able to see it over the hill in the distance, but stone pillars and wooden struts stuck out from all directions. The dust had all but vanished now, but around the grass on the hillside were scattered bits of debris.
“Do you reckon this means we won’t have to play Riptide this year?” said Dennis, rather excitedly.
Jake, who was scowling, huffed. “I ‘ope not! I’ve been looking forward to it all summer.”
When we got to Partington’s classroom he immediately announced that there was an assembly that all second years must attend. “Why only second years?” said Dawn. But Partington just shrugged, nonplussed.
Florence dumped her bag on the table. “Did you hear the crash last night?”
“Of course,” said Dennis. “It was so scary!”
“I am surprised Avis didn’t scream like a girl,” droned Simon. “Because the ghosts returned, three of them this time. I seem to remember it was only one that scared the daylights out of you last year, when you screamed like a girl.” He laughed forcibly, as a few people in the class tittered lightly. Remembering what Tina told me the previous year — I smiled sweetly, even though my blood was boiling and all I wanted to do was spell Simon through the window.
“They were pretty the ghosts weren’t they?” I said sweetly. “Sure I saw one of them wearing a lovely pearl necklace ,” I said raising my eyebrows at Simon’s sheepish face. Robin, Graham and Hunter sniggered, even Partington was smirking and I revelled in the moment as Simon tried to hide his red face with an AstroMagic Chart.
As we walked to the Chamber, we passed several higher year forms, but the strange thing was, none of them were talking about the collapsed Riptide stadium, or looked worried about it. “Perhaps they are glad, I kind of am,” Robin whispered. “Might mean we won’t be humiliated again, if we don’t have to play.”
Once inside the Chamber, we saw Magisteer Simone prowling around the front, smiling to herself. Nearly all the second year forms were in here already and had taken the tables near the front. Tina’s form, the Hubris piled in, followed by the Swillow’s. Tina was walking next to… Jasper Gandy? The boy who had told us all about his dead Dad in Yearlove’s lesson? After them was the Snare’s, led by my brother Harold looking proud, taking a seat as close to us as he could. Git. Although I did notice the white haired girl glance over at me, I think, but then she rather dreamily looked away. A confused mass of feelings bubbled inside my stomach like a complicated potion. It was too much to think about on a cold September morning. I wrapped my robe closer around me, and sunk back down in the chair as Magisteer Simone began.
“I am sure you all heard the commotion in the night,” she raised
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