Huffies Angels
Anne Granger

Remember me? I wrote the article about the angel, that great story, well our story. Remember, the pleather, the heels, the hair? Right, so where did we leave off? Oh right, I remember, the pies. Don't get me wrong, a little pie after dinner is nice sometimes, but the whole situation was out of control. When I left you, Bosley has just come to tell us that he'd found something we should see. My mind was racing when I thought of what it could be, and then I remembered the cute boots I'd seen in a Kappas Preview Brochure earlier. While I was off in boot land, we walked to the Great Hall. It was almost empty except for a few students looking over notes, or playing wizard chess or just mulling about.

“What are we looking for?” said Kelly.

“Evidence,” said Bosley, “There was some left here after lunch. The same sort of pie tin that found in the sett.”

I looked at then empty tables then, being queen of the obvious, “Yeah, but darlin' it isn't here now, is it?” grinning widely.

“It was, honestly, someone must have cleaned up.” Said Bosley, looking, talking absent-mindedly. “There were three, maybe, well, I don't know, maybe we should look. Well, I don't know what do you think?”

“Lets go ask the House Elves if they've seen anything, or if they found something when they cleaned up from lunch.”

The only problem was, we didn't know how to find the kitchens, we'd been out and about a night plenty of times, but now that it came down to it, none of us had been to the kitchens before. Slightly discouraged, we wandered back to the sett, wondering what we should do. While I amused myself writing thank you notes to Kenneth and Calvin, Kelly and Sabrina brainstormed over the Fall Kappas Preview catalogue. I was midway through the wardrobe he'd just sent when my little sister, Kris, came in.

“Hey Jill,” she said sitting in the chair next to me, looking over my shoulder, “are you just thanking him hoping he'll send more?” I looked at her, acting seriously offended, but after a minute started to giggle. “And somehow it never stops working. Wrapped around my finger that one.”

“Kris,” said Sabrina, “you don't know how to get to the kitchens do you?”

“Yeah,” she said nodding, “I've been there a few times, at night, or before we had a party here or something. Haven't you been there Jill?”

“Come to think of it,” I said, “I've always sent you down, and I think I've always been too busy getting ready to do that. Will you take us?”

“Yeah, but I think we'd better wait until later,” she said, seriously, “Some of the other professors have been on the prowl, especially since the attacks.”

Encouraged at the thought of finding another clue we set ourselves at finally deciding what the new Angel Outfits were going to be. We work hard some of the time, true, but come on people, Kappas, Troll…Us…a match made in heaven. We decided that after dinner we'd head down to the kitchens, and hopefully find the house elves and ask them about the pie tins. So, there you go. That's all you get this time. Kris had agreed to help the angels, we were one step closer to finding the person responsible for the pie attacks, and I had three killer outfits winging their way from Kenneth to me, pleather of course. That was the only way we could get Fumbly to agree to pay for them. Imagine her explaining that expense to the headmaster at the end of the month.

--Jill Monroe