Chapter 17.3: Maybe the Mean is the new Hot?

Viv:   We tried. We really did. Maybe. Well, we're still working on it (it's only been a couple of days, really).  If you could just see, SEE, Spazzy McBoots do the prytup. Or hear Giggles' uncontrollable girlie-giggles. Or behold the being that is The Ghoul. Perhaps then you would understand. But maybe not. Rowan (name changed) has seen a small sample...

                 Us: Our teacher, The Bird, loves us. Wait and see.    *enter, The Bird*

                 Rowan: She does look like a bird!

         But for all of our nicknaming and nonverbal-secret-telepathic-look-thoughts, Viv and Trixie have developed a fan following! Today, not once, but TWICE were one or both of us been tracked down by fellow holubchuk-ers.

Event #1:  Trix and Viv have just triumphed in the dance exam. They exit the Village, walking swiftly like panthers through the crowded hallway (HALLWAY, Trix, not Vendor's Market or Diagon Alley. Although...), when they are met by Not-Really-Classmate, who proceeds to give them nearly endless complements until they are able to awkwardly avoid leaving through the same door to escape into the sunlight. End Scene.

Event #2: Viv has had a heartbreaking, yet enjoyable time listening to a heavenly chorus of cherubim  (tragically not with Trixie, due to Ham). She dashes off like a hyphen to a lecture about neanderthals, when she is chased down by The Enthusiast (Rowan, witness: "He RAN after you."), who proceeds to eagerly spread more complements like a thick layer of orange marmalade on toast, until forced to take the left fork while she took the right. End Scene.

         This is not to say that we will not continue the OKAY quest. Viv personally thinks these events have to do with the fact that we both wore dresses today. Trixie thinks it's also because of her fantastic ginger mane (about which N-R-C also mentioned).