My sweetest revenge was on a pesky friend, let’s call her S. Linked here is another question that I answered about S. → Lynn Boshier's answer to What is your worst "Karen" story? Anyway, I was in fourth grade when this happened…
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My best friend - let’s call her K - and I walked out of our classroom. It was a perfect, warm day, two weeks before summer. Talking excitedly about our summer plans, we met the rest of our little friend group at the old oak at the edge of the school grounds.
“Wanna play Harry Potter?” asked S. As all elementary school kids, we were obsessed with Harry Potter. It was not out of the norm.
“Sure!” we all replied enthusiastically. Our HP fan club consisted of girls, all the same age and grade. There was A, the walking Harry Potter dictionary. There was R, who did not read Harry Potter but knew the plot so well by hanging out with us that she could take a test on it and pass. Then there was S, who strongly believed that Harry Potter was alive. I’m not even joking. Finally, there was K, my best friend and me, who played along with S. All recess we ran around the school yard tirelessly, rushing here, and there, everywhere. As K and I walked back to class as the Yard Duties blew the whistle, ending recess, a perfect idea popped into my head.
“Hey K, d’ya wanna play a trick?” I suggested eagerly.
“Depends…” she mused. I could tell I captured her attention.
“How about…” I fumbled for the right words in my excitement. I could not let this idea slip away. “we pretend we are possessed. S might even believe us.” K burst into giggles.
“I cannot wait! You can create the Google Slides where we can develop our characters, and since we don’t have any homework,” I knew what she was going to say; her seeming favorite phrase: “Let’s go for it!”
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The next day at recess, we could barely contain our excitement. As we neared our oak, pretending to act like we totally were not going to fib being possessed, I murmured: “Showtime.”
When we were all at our meeting place, K and I excused ourselves to go to the bathroom.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Ready,” K said, confident. “Just to be sure, you are Emersyn and I am Nina, and we escaped from Hogwarts because Voldemort set it on fire. Correct?”
I snickered. “And I can turn into a cat, you a falcon, and we can fly!” K and I burst into laughter. “Let’s go.”
“Where are we? Where are our wings?” we said, confused, as we emerged from the bathroom. “Where’s Hogwarts?” A and R, stifled giggles, seeing clean through us. S, on the other hand, believed us. How naive!
“See! I told you Hogwarts existed!” she exclaimed. A and R nodded.
K and I kept up the act. K said: “We luckily escaped from Hogwarts, apparating in these bodies, because Voldemort came back!”
S gasped dramatically. “Tell me more!”
I glanced at my watch. 4 minutes left in recess. “Sadly, we should head back. We needed momentary safety. Hogwarts needs our help! We’ll be back soon, my friends.”
K and I closed our eyes, pretending to concentrate. Suddenly we opened them. “Whoa!” we said in sync. “How did we get here from the bathroom?” S told us the encounter that we acted out only moments before.
“It’s too bad we didn’t get to meet them,” said K sullenly, “They can fly and their patronuses are cats and falcons!”
Whoops. “How did you know that?” said S suspiciously.
“We, uh, they, um, told us that in the bathroom, kind of.” I stuttered. S nodded, believing my excuse.
Day after day we continued being Emersyn and Nina, and when fourth grade ended, we said goodbye to our characters. It was fun while it lasted.
Sometimes we just like to be lost in our fantasies, or the world of Harry Potter. It was fun on all sides, R and A liked to see what our ‘possessors’ would do, S liked to see what would happen to Emersyn and Nina, and K and I liked planning the Hogwarts students’ adventures in the muggle world. ( We even did clues on paper to make it a real mystery, such as a claw mark on paper and such. )Sometimes I like to go on the slides and think about all the fun K and I had working on their characters, and how much we bonded closer than ever ( if that was even possible ) spending countless hours tweaking our characters. I loved fourth grade.
- Images from Google
Emersyn ↓
Nina ↓
See ya later!
~ Lynn Eade