More, more, more...

[carolynwhite2]

--- In HPFGU-Catalogue at yahoogroups.com, "Smythe, Boyd T {FLNA}" 
<boyd.t.smythe at f...> wrote:
> 
> Suddenly, he freezes in the beam of a flashlight.
> 
> "Having fun, are we?" says Carolyn mirthlessly.
> 
> "Um, s-s-sorry, m-m-mistress of the Catalogue. Just finished and
> inexplicably got this Andrea True Connection song stuck in my head."
> 
> "And what song is that, pray tell?"
> 
> More, more, more!
> 


Carolyn snapped on the main light abruptly. In the harsh glare she 
suddenly looked old, very old.

'I thought..' she paused 'well, never mind, ... I might have known it 
would be you.'

She consulted the huge chart stuck up on the wall..

'Hm - Laurasia is clearly looking for displacement activities this 
week...and all the Kathy's are beavering away. How about 41801-41900 
for you? Something for the weekend...'

'Say, you ok Missy C?' said Boyd, continuing to bop around in an 
annoying way.

'Well, it gets a bit wearing, only being able to come out at night. 
The safe house is all very well, but it's a bit crowded, to tell you 
the truth. There's a lot of conspiracists locked up at the moment.'

'And then I come down here, thinking I could get a bit of a kip on 
the sofa, and find I can't get a wink of sleep here either.'

They both paused. Somewhere up on the battlements there was the sound 
of another explosion, as Kneasy, with Peeves-like concentration sent 
another round of high velocity canon into the night. 

'Picked one up on the way here' said Boyd, 'Nearly knocked me out, 
damn him - look at it'.

He stopped prancing about and carefully lifted the still smoking bomb 
from his backpack. Scrawled on its pitted surface was one 
word 'Think'.

'Well, serves you right', said Carolyn, smiling at last. 'Finally we 
have a Defence Against Dullness teacher who knows his remedies'.

Cheered she disapparated back to N8 and the tedium of earning a 
living.