The Adventures of the Ori-Marauders

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THE ADVENTURES OF THE ORI-MARAUDERS 

By Superfolder Guillermo 

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A note from Howard Meeks, the school’s Ministry of Folders administrator: 

Among a large number of lost things gathered after the camp had taken place, in between some rusty and old things I have found some yellow, torn and smashed sheets of paper, that, according to the names up top, belong to aliases of the writers of this file. 

After reading some of them and going through these pages, I found a complete, detailed version of an illegal tracker app, but being the nice guy as I am, I’ll try to keep my mouth shut. This app contained, well, lots of things, which I’m sure will be interesting enough for whoever is reading this to find out for himself. 

I decided to turn these files in for further investigation to see what conclusion it brings us. 

HALF OF ILKLEY GRAMMAR SCHOOL TO GO TO THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND!

 

 WHAT YOU JUST READ 

By Kevin Harrington

 

I do believe this is my first ever written chapter for a ‘case file’, lucky enough for me, this one records the events of what so many times described as the end-of-year trip.

This trip, from what I’ve heard from my sister Heather, has caused many problems to the organizers, because they thought taking a large number of students to London would be a problem, the Principal and the teacher council decided to split us up into two.

One half would go to London, the planned touristic trip, while the others were to go to the Highlands of Scotland on a camping trip.

Of course they did give us the option to choose between both of these. 

I actually had planned to go to London, because I’m into tourism and culture, but Heather had already said that it was important for her to go- I hope it doesn’t have anything to do with that Tim Baker–and I didn’t feel like going with her, I saw this as a truly special occasion, and I wanted to make friends and act freely without feeling pressured because of my sister being where I was.

 I decided to sign up for the camping trip, and actually found it as a relief to be away for some time from home and school.

I had trouble at first. I’m usually more of a loner, I just tend to my business, so telling my parents I didn’t want to go to a camp was one of the first things that I did.

I actually regretted at a time saying that to them, because that just gave them more of a reason to make me go. 

“You should have friends, they’ll help you in life!” said my dad. “One day you’ll understand what I mean! Besides, it’s just a week! What’s the worst that can happen?”

He always made it sound all so easy, but then again, maybe they were right, and I should go, just for the sake of knowing at least I tried. 

The inscription due date had already passed, as I said, I hadn’t planned on going, but managed to let them get one more person in the camp, that was me. 

 

FINDING A SEAT. 

By Kevin Harrington

 

Finally, weeks had passed and above all, the school year had ended, with only a week of camp on the Highlands of Scotland, and one more day after that for saying goodbye and all that.

I’ve got to say, my school year went OK, I got straight A’s in mostly every subject except PE, probably because I can’t seem to get the hang of Rugby, it all looks like a bunch of people knocking each other off and breaking things for a ball. 

Take Dylan Jackson, for example, who took Rugby seriously for an instant and the next thing you know, is that he is sent to the Hospital in a matchbox. Not really, but I think you know what I mean. 

The night before the camp, I couldn’t sleep, things kept going through my mind.

How would I spend a week alone? What would I do by myself? Why do you keep saying to yourself you’re gonna be alone? Why are you talking to yourself? 

All those questions came to my mind over and over, making me feel uneasy and also making it impossible to sleep. 

My sister, Heather didn’t help either. She couldn’t go to sleep, but she didn’t stay in bed, she went every five minutes to drink water for some reason. Why was she even preoccupied? She was going on a touristic trip in London for Pete’s sake! I, on the other hand, expected a complete wild adventure that I just hoped wouldn’t come true. 

All I remember was thinking about this, and waking up without a sense of time, but my alarm clock had gone off, and that meant I had to get going or I would miss the bus. 

I served myself some 5:30 A.M ‘Wheetos’, and ate them faster than I ever did because mom would get really frustrated if I was late. 

When I grabbed my bag, I quickly ran down the stairs of my house to get to the car, but when I noticed my shoes were untied, it was already too late, and I fell down the white stairs. 

Could’ve been worse, at least I landed next to the door- I thought to myself, while I lifted myself up and opened the two doors, one in front of the other to not let the cold get in the house. 

Dad was there in the car waiting for me, because Heather was already in the car. 

Dad opened the car window. 

“Kevin!” he exclaimed. “Get inside now! You don’t wanna be late, the bus won’t be waiting for you!” 

I got in and closed the door behind me just when the car started to move. 

I was silent the whole trip, which was short. 

While yesterday night I had been enthusiastic and nervous about the camp, now it was the complete opposite, I felt like I didn’t want to go. 

We went across Mayfield Road, the main street that led to the school, but we turned around next to the station, which served as a bus and train stations, I don’t know why, but I felt like a small city like Ilkley couldn’t afford to build two separate stations. 

“Alright, Heather that’s your stop,” my father said in a boring tone while he got his phone out and looked at something. “Lucky for you Heather, your ride to London is the Ilkley Train,” he said and then looked at me. “Sorry Kevin, your ride is an average bus.” 

“See ya!” she said, and left without looking back. Not that I cared, I was too busy looking at the people over there. 

I could see Tim Baker with a light brown leather suitcase in his lap, minding his own business, with another funny looking guy next to him. 

This guy called Adam Pitts was looking over his surroundings, I heard he’s got a fear of thieves and he’s been getting paranoid over the years. 

Of course, Dylan Jackson, the kid who got sent to the hospital and Howard Morgan were having a conversation with a guy I hadn’t seen before. 

Cassius DeNogaret, a recently recalled hero was there too, popular among everyone from what I could see, judging by the number of people gathered around him.

Mia Green, a girl who I had hardly talked to before, but had always thought of her as a treacherous person, was looking for something, or someone. To her surprise, that someone came, this being Howard Meeks, a boy who was just as friendly as she was, and along with her, had gotten himself sorted into Slytherin. Not a coincidence if you ask me. 

I was trying to make out some more people, but dad was driving me over to the next platform where the buses were. 

I thanked him for driving me over there a few times and got my cruddy camping bag out, and then he left. 

The bus was there, but it hadn’t opened its doors yet, so I stayed on a nearby bench taking a sudden interest in my hands. 

I was one of the first people there, on exception of Eustace Connors from the now called Ministry of Folders, and a short boy who looked like he might be a couple of years younger than me, but his bag gave him away, and I knew he was coming too. 

Believe it or not, this short guy comes close to me. 

“Hey, um,” He says, “You don’t mind if I sit with you…?”

“Oh, yeah, sure! Not at all!” I answered, I was happy someone had decided to talk to me, so I offered him a seat. 

“Oh, no no, well, thanks!” he said. “I meant like, on the bus, but if you want me to sit here now, I can also do that, or not, I-“

From that moment on I thought I had found a friend who was having as much trouble as I had, but I felt a certain pity for him and took him in as a friend. 

“I’m Peter Chadwick by the way!” he said, running over his words. 

“I’m Kevin, Kevin Harington,” I shook his hand. 

Some other people I barely knew were coming too. In such a big school, I think not even one person knows every other student’s names. 

I could see some of them like Lucas Redmayne, who was one of the proudest people to have an origami Hagrid on his finger in the whole school. He was a bit long winded. 

There was also this girl, who came out of a car and met a black haired boy. 

I didn’t know who the boy was, but I knew the girl as Eva Taylor. 

I knew her because she was one of the people I always got paired up with every time during Physics class when Mr. Clarke decided we should demonstrate a theorem or something practical. She was a very nice person overall and I knew her well. 

The silent and calm tone of the station completely changed when another car dropped two boys off who needed no previous introduction: Henry Walker and Alastor Bismark, the two class clowns. 

I guess they decided to come to the camp in the wild because they are also a couple of wild animals themselves.

They didn’t irritate me, but I preferred it when they hadn’t shown up. 

They had already unpacked some firecrackers and were ready to set them when, thankfully, the bus came. 

I was glad when I signaled Peter to follow me (if he wanted to, of course) and we left our bags in the side-trunk or whatever you call where the bags are held and we entered the bus following the horrible, grey stairs. 

“Hey!” said Peter excitedly. “Why don’t we sit here?” He pointed at the front seat. 

“Oh, erm.” A serious, deep but elegant voice called behind us, William Michaels had his left hand on the seat, “I would actually like to sit here, if you don’t mind.” 

Peter took a step back, he looked intimidated. 

I normally would have talked back, but William hadn’t been rude or anything, and I wasn’t gonna start a fight right then. 

“Alright, you can take it.” I gave him the seat. “Peter, we should probably look for a seat in the back.”

Unfortunately, during our uncomfortable encounter with William, mostly everyone had taken a seat and there was only a pair of seats left, towards which we ran to so no one could take it. 

 

THE MOST HORRIBLE TWO-DAY TRIP

By Peter Chadwick 

 

I was so happy I had finally found someone to talk to! I was so afraid this might never happen! 

Kevin and I sat down near the back of the bus in what seemed to be one of the only seats left.

“Do you mind if I take the seat next to the corridor?” Kevin asked, looking worried. “It’s just – it’s a long trip, we’re gonna be riding for two days ’till we get there and I get nauseous in a vehicle ride.”

“Yeah, yeah sure,” I said, taking the seat next to a window. 

Then, the bus started to move, and we were off! 

The loud talk of everyone in the bus quickly rose, and the voices from people talking to us from the front or back would be inaudible. 

Some used this occasion to enclose themselves into their own phones and listen to music. 

I felt like that would be a waste of time and got my pack of UNO playing cards out. 

He surprisingly didn’t know how to play, but I easily taught him and he won the three rounds we made, which lasted shorter than I expected. 

“Don’t take it personally,” Kevin explained. “I’m usually good at board games.”

I laughed at this just to let him know I wasn’t a bad loser, but he didn’t seem to notice. 

I guess he was just looking at the guy in front of us, who I recognized as Joseph Ignatius, one of the weirdest kids in the whole grade. This weirdness makes him look dumb most of the time. 

Joseph is rarely seen during classes, but if you look closely during break time, you can always see him getting close to a large group of people that are happily talking and stepping in and saying stuff like, “Wassup guys!” or “High five!” just so that when the others answer to simply look polite, he shouts, “YOU JUST GOT SCAMMED!” so that the whole school can hear it. 

And Kevin looked like someone had thrown a ball at his face while Joseph, who was in front of us, talked with the guys behind us. 

I personally wouldn’t have had much of a problem with this, but his high- pitched voice was destroying my eardrums. 

He stopped talking and then he looked at us. 

“Oh, hi guys,” he said (now in a low voice, for a change). 

“You OK?” Kevin said. 

“You’re a great guy,” Joseph added, lowering his voice to a whisper. 

“Umm, OK, thanks,” an annoyed Kevin said. 

“YOU JUST GOT SCAMMED!!” Joseph shouted, now getting up. 

Due to this, every soul in the bus tilted over his seat to see what was happening when Mr. Dickson, our chaperone and now campmaster got to Joseph’s seat and made him go to the front. 

I can tell you the bus hadn’t been so quiet in the-

“Kevin, how much time have we been in the bus?” I asked.

“10 minutes of travel!” he exclaimed. 

In truth, the situation had just calmed down, and we had woken up pretty early and it was still very dark outside, so, after a while of being quiet, I started to fall asleep, and I think Kevin did too. 

 

IT’S BUS STOP TIME

By Henry Walker

 

I was actually the ‘guy in the back’ Peter so well described in the previous chapter.

I sat next to Alastor who was looking out the window when this guy started shouting at us and was then taken to the front of the bus so the teachers could keep an eye on him. 

If Alastor was bored out of his mind I was even worse, I should’ve brought my mobile phone or something, but unfortunately, one of the rules was to not bring important stuff because they would probably get lost out there, and the school didn’t take that kind of responsibility, and my parents didn’t want me to take the risk. 

They don’t know me, I’m always in the mood for taking risks, or life gets boring. 

I knew that Alastor hadn’t brought his mobile either for the same reason, worried parents… Oh jeez, I just wish we could at least watch some TV or something. 

The worst thing in this type of situation was about to happen:

I stretched my feet, or more like I tried to, but the seat in front of me hit the front of my shoes and didn’t let me extend my legs. I moved them to the side but hit the wall of the bus, and with hope, moved them to the other, but unfortunately collided with Alastor’s feet. 

He noticed and looked confused. 

“Dude, what in the world?” He said clamly, but he was flabbergasted. 

” I. Just. Can’t.” I started to think about the remaining 12 hours we had to spend on that bus, and possibly the four hours left to the nearest stop. I looked at Alastor really serious. 

“Man, I can’t, I’m getting frustrated, can you change my seat? I wanna be next to the hallway.” 

“I would, actually.”  He was comprehensive. “But unfortunately it looks like we’re in a moving bus right now, Mr. Dickson would not be happy to see us standing up.”

“Would you two shut up?” a voice called from the other row of two seats. 

Alan Rawlins called from his seat, he was also accompanied by Eva Taylor, she was a really nice girl from what I could tell. 

Alan kept his look fixed on me, and for a second so did she. 

“Shut up you big complainer!” I exclaimed, hoping that would keep his nose in matters that do really concern him.

I was really desperate, and I looked at the window for a while to try and relax.

Thankfully, two boys were having a conversation up front, and I was able to get a few words from what they were saying. 

“I can’t hold it,” a monotonous, formal voice was saying. “I’m nauseous again”.

“Emm, what can I do? Do I send you to the back or…?” Another, more high-pitched voice was asking. 

“NO, no, wait, I just need to, I need to calm down,” the other one answered. 

Then it clicked, and I was illuminated. 

I asked Alastor to check if Mr. Dickson was looking. 

When he signaled I was clear, I stood up finally over the seat in front of us. 

“Psst, yo!” I was shouting in a low tone. 

The brown haired boy that was sitting there looked up. 

“What?” he asked. This scene was awkward. 

“I heard you were having nausea troubles…” He looked at me without raising his head much. 

“If you throw up and get us out of this bus for a while I’ll be sure to get you in my friends list.”

Alastor was laughing it up on his seat while I was talking. 

“Umm, no thanks,” he said, and turned his head around, perhaps too fast, because his face rapidly turned green. 

“Aww, sho-” he started, and got his seat belt quickly out and went to warn someone in charge. 

Mr. Peltier, our PE teacher, who had also come, saw him and signaled the bus driver to stop somewhere. 

Fortunately for our new friend, we were just coming close to a mountain road clearance, and we were able to stop there, because the driver probably didn’t want crap all over his bus. 

“Well, seeing as we’re stopping now, everyone get out, calm down, do your business and get in,” Mr. Dickson announced.

The sweating-nauseous boy was the first to get out, and we followed.

Alastor and I were followed by a short boy who was sitting next to him. I stretched out when I came out, finally. 

The guy I would later know as Kevin sat on a rock on the edge of a cliff. 

The three of us sat down next to him and I pulled my arm over his shoulder to make him feel uncomfortable. 

“You know, Sweaty?” I said, looking up. “I’m sure Alastor and I will be forever grateful for your services.”

“Speak for yourself,”  said Alastor, grinning. 

“I’m Kevin, Kevin Harrington,” Kevin said. 

“Oh, yeah, I know who you are,” Alastor lied. 

“Hey, I’m Peter!” shouted the short guy next to us. “I met him first!” 

 

THE LATE ARRIVAL 

By Alastor Bismark 

 

I’m sure Henry mentioned the situation we were handling for two days on the bus. It was rough. 

There wasn’t a moment of silence in there, and when there was, it would be so late in the night that we all were really tired and wanted to sleep. The problem with that was that sitting a bunch of hours in a bus can do so much to one’s backside if you know what I mean, and when one tried to sleep, it really hurt, so you had to stay awake some more time.

Taking away that, the ride was a complete luxury! 

As the ride progressed, we quickly found ourselves tired once again, and, finally, we arrived at our destination after 17 hours of bus ride.

“Alright everyone, settle down!” Mr. Dickson announced over a speaker once we had gotten our bags from the luggage deposit and found our way to a clear and green space in between some mountains. 

“Now, it’s really dark over here, I know, it’s also very cold. The best thing we can do right now is get our tents and put them in a place, please make sure to secure your tents and seal them to the floor, or they could go flying with an air breeze.”

“Yeah, right,” Henry commented. “With four people inside, right?”

“Four is the max occupancy inside each tent, so please divide yourselves into groups of four.”

The crowd went into a big discussion, and by the sounds the rest were making, many were in disagreement. 

“Actually… on second thought, I’ll divide you myself.” Mr Peltier, who had now taken the lead, held his list of students in his hand. “Now, Alan Rawlins, Miriam Hazel, William Michaels and Eva Taylor in this tent- also I forgot! Yeah, Lucas you have to build them yourselves… I dunno you find out! – where was I? Oh, uhh, second tent, Alastor Bismark, Peter Chadwick and Kevin Harrington-actually on second thought, no its OK-( he looked like he was scratching something) and Henry Walker. Now listen up third tent…!”

I ran to get the tent first. Mostly because even if I didn’t know this Peter Chadwick guy, he seemed like he was gonna be of no help. 

“Which one should we take?” Henry asked. 

“I suggest this one,” I answered, and signaled the camouflage covered tent. 

“Hey, wait, Mr. Peltier told us to get the second tent!” Exclaimed Kevin, who had just arrived. 

“Yeah, well, I don’t see a number, I’m taking this one,” I declared.

We got it, no thanks to Kevin, who was still asking himself what we were doing without supervision, but we needed to get to work if we wanted to finish before it got any darker. 

We found a spot far enough from the rest of the students displaying their tents, and dropped the ball of fabric, plastic sticks and metal stuff you need to build a tent.

“How do I do this?” Henry said, picking up part of the tent and letting it drop again. 

“Is there an instruction manual somewhere?” Kevin, who just came over, was looking worried “Maybe inside?” 

I shivered, the temperature was lowering, and sure enough, many of the other groups, I could barely see them because of the darkness, were lighting up their pocket lanterns and building up.

I might as well have left to grab my coat, but the team needed a push to get them going, and I wasn’t going to leave them, not if we didn’t want to sleep outside tonight. 

“Oh yeah! I just remembered!” I lied. “Yeah, you need to put a stick on the ground like this, Henry, help me out. Now, you cross them like this with the fabric thing, and voila! That’s it!”

They looked at the thing I built that pretended to be a tent. And Peter Chadwick let out a little squeal of joy. 

“Great teamwork guys, let’s see what we can do with this,” Kevin said. 

We went in, and it was as cold as outside, taking away the fact that there was no wind inside.

I hung my light on the top of the tent by a hook or something they was in there, and at least that gave us some light to set our sleeping bags and get inside. 

“Do you think this will hold?” Peter asked, looking really concerned for his safety. 

I looked at the sturdy plastic sticks pinned to the ground, and I could swear I saw it move a tiny little bit. “Oh yeah, yeah, completely safe.”

The wind was hard that night, the sound came in the tent, and the rustling could be heard. The only thing audible apart from the sound of the wind was our buddy Peter’s snores. From what I could tell, he was the only one who had been able to close his eyes, for I really had calmed him down when I lied about the tent falling apart. 

Henry broke the tense and the uncomfortable silence. 

“Oh gosh, is this really gonna be a whole week?” 

I hesitated before answering, but I did in the end. 

“Yeah, unfortunately, first night and we get this… what do you think the others are doing right now in London?” 

“Probably sleeping soundly in a cozy Ritz Hotel room, with warm sheets and-“

“Oh, please spare me!” Kevin snorted. “Ritz Hotel room?” 

“Well, I’m sure it’s not very different from that, that trip was much more expensive than this one,” Henry complained. 

There was a loud snort, and Peter and Chadwick stood up.

“OH MY GOSH, I DREAMT, I DREAMT GOATS WERE DANCING AROUND THE TENT, I could hear their screams!” 

“Uhh, Peter, I’m pretty sure there are no goats around us,” said Kevin, looking around, “Nope, just normal conversation.”

Peter was starting to get out of his sleeping bag. “I need to go to the bathroom!” he said, and opened the tent’s zipper, and a blast of air came though, but we didn’t make a sound, we had been trying to sleep five minutes ago. 

When he came back, we were quiet again, and there was no sound inside the tent.

“Close the zipper! ” I snapped, when Peter came back and had failed to remember to close the door. What a forgetful guy. 

 

ATTEMPTS TO SURVIVE, SO FORTH 

By Kevin Harrington 

 

I finally closed my eyes after what felt like hours, and went to sleep. 

I dreamt that I was back in the bus, finding a seat. Peter was saying we should get the seat on top of the bus because it was out in the open and we could get some air. I hesitated because it could be dangerous. 

Fortunately, William relieved me of my pain by telling us he wanted the seat to call a dragon that lived in our camp, and that he would need it to hide some stuff. 

When I asked him what he wanted to hide, he left without saying a word, and somehow, Adam Pitts was telling me not to trust a guy without a finger puppet. 

I woke up like a bullet when the sun was just rising. I came out of my tent once more into the freezing air and saw the sun rise between the mountains. It was beautiful. 

“It’s freezing out here, don’t ya say?” a voice behind me said.

Lucas Redmayne was sitting on the ground.

“I know,” I answered. 

“It’s called smalltalk. How come you’re up this early?” He asked in an annoying tone. 

“I couldn’t sleep, so… not much.” 

“Yeah, well you’ll get used to it,” he stated. “I’m used to this, I go camping every summer.”

I was glad when that boring conversation came to an end, with a strong voice that came over a megaphone, followed by a deep whistle that sure woke everybody up, next thing you know, everyone was wondering what was happening out of their tents. 

“Breakfast is in five minutes in the log house at the end of the camp, please get your stuff and go that way,” Mr. Dickson was announcing. 

A black haired boy and a girl were coming out of a tent in the very same moment Henry Walker, the long-winded guy from my tent also was. 

Their eyes matched for a second, and even though I couldn’t see Henry’s, the brown from the other truly represented hate. Something must’ve happened between these two sometime.

Peter soon joined me while walking to lunch, and Henry and Alastor stayed behind, they liked to have a perspective from ‘the back’ and control everything happening around them. 

I had to admit, the look on that boy’s face had struck me like ice, and I assume it did the same to Peter, because he was asking me if I had seen Alan’s face. 

“He’s Alan Rawlins? I’ve heard his name before,” I told him.

The rest of the day didn’t go so bad as I had expected during the occurrences of the first night.

After breakfast we were told to do a weird construction with some logs to hold up the bags so they wouldn’t be around disturbing anyone, Mr. Clayton, another janitor, was sure to tell us that any foolish log waving would surely be punished.

We quickly found out that this ‘structure’ wasn’t as easy as it sounded. 

First of all, we all agreed the best way to start was to look for wood in the first place.

I was unfortunately sent with Henry, who didn’t help with the work at all, to the lake behind the mountain where we were to explore the forest and see if we could find anything. 

“Yo, look, I bet we can hit Alan with this,” he kept saying. 

“What’s your problem with that guy?” 

I had figured they had a competition of some sort, because this hate between the both of them didn’t seem to go away for the next few days. In fact, two days later, when the wood had been taken up to the camp, Alan attacked Henry while he wasn’t looking in the back. 

I was looking like the rest along with Peter, who couldn’t believe the scene he was contemplating. 

Henry had dropped to the ground, and Alastor didn’t take it as a joke, as he normally took things, but as a threat, and jumped towards Alan knocking him out. 

Many of the others around us started chanting a ‘fight, fight, fight!’, and I was starting to consider talking to counselors about this, but Eva Taylor, Alan’s faithful friend, had stepped in front of him.

“What is this? Two against one? Where is your honor?” 

“Yeah, I wonder where it is…” Henry was starting. 

“He started it!” Alastor quickly shot back

” I don’t care who started it!” Eva shouted, annoyed. 

“What the heck is happening here?” Mr. Peltier exclaimed, who had just arrived as fast as he could along with the other leaders. 

The students who had, until recently, been fighting, didn’t say anything.

They all separated themselves from each other and stood there silent with the crowd looking at them. 

“Explain yourselves, now,” Mr. Peltier commanded. 

“Alan hit me with a log, I was just defending myself,” said Henry with a proud face. With a bit of luck, he might as well make it out of this one alive.

“What do you say to that, Mr. Rawlins?” the teacher asked.

“It’s true sir, but I was only doing it because he was being such a jerk.” 

He looked calm, he wasn’t getting out of this one without a good reason, but it was worth a try to defend himself.

Alastor seized his moment when they all stopped talking. 

“He also attacked Henry in the back! Where’s your honor in that?” he exclaimed, looking a Eva.

“I don’t need more explanations, the three of you, Alan, Henry and Alastor, you will spend the rest of the evening until midnight sitting alone in the cabin, you won’t get out of there unless you want to spend the rest of the camp there too.” Mr. Dickson, who had just appeared, declared, “Right now, go on.”

That was the last I saw of those three. 

Until that night, unfortunately.

 

WHAT THEY WERE MISSING OUT

By Kevin Harrington.

 

While Alastor and Henry had been taken elsewhere to stay there for a long, long time, Peter and I resumed our bag-holder builder skills. 

The problem was the timing, at our pace, we had taken two days to find wood and bring it up, and it would take three more to finish it, delays not included. That would give us… Nothing, we didn’t have any more days after that to actually use the thing, and it didn’t seem to matter to any of the camp leaders, because I guess all they wanted was to keep us busy the whole time.

As the night approached, a group of us, selected by the leaders, made a fire with some sticks and some dry leaves that cost us each a kidney to find, everything was so green that we had to go a long way with the hopes of starting a fire.

That night we had BBQ on the great fire we had built. So good. The whole time I could only think of Henry and Alastor, who were deprived of all of that, just because they were defending themselves. 

As the sky became much darker and that familiar freezing-cold breeze struck again, we, Peter and I, headed to the tent, which was now unusually spacy.

That might’ve looked swell at the start, but that feeling was soon replaced by the cold. One of the reasons they put us into tents of four was so we could preserve the heat, and we were starting to get that now.

“Dude, ehm, do you have an extra sweater or something?” Peter’s shivering voice asked.

“No, I was about to ask you the same thing,” I answered. 

“What time is it? I thought they came back at midnight?” 

“I don’t have a watch, I didn’t even bring my phone,” I said sadly. “Wait, I don’t think I can wait more than half an hour like this, we’re gonna freeze to death”. 

“Are you supposing we-” 

“I mean… why don’t we?” I exclaimed.

“What’s the worst that can happen?” 

I was even surprised when I said this, I think it was the cold affecting my brain or something. This wasn’t me. But who cares? 

“Yeah, that’s right, get a sweater and hurry! We can’t be seen,” I declared. “This is a rescue mission.”

 

THE MARAUDERS’ APP

By Henry Walker 

 

Well, you could call it a rescue mission, or an excuse to stop Alastor and I from practically having fun all night. 

I thought they were gonna put us all in the same place, the typical ‘sit in the time out chair until we tell you to leave’ thing, but I was mistaken.

There were only two cabins, so Alastor got sent to the first one, alone, and I was placed with Alan in the second one. 

He was being an annoying brat, as always, but you should’ve seen the look on his face when I got my miniature walkie-talkie out of my pocket I always have on these special occasions, when Alastor and I get separated when grounded. 

And sure enough, when I said, “Alastor, this is Henry from cabin 2, do you copy? Over.”

I waited for some seconds, and Alastor’s voice came loud n’ clear.

“I copy, Henry, this is Alastor. How is complainer over there?”

“Oh, he’s alright,” I answered, laughing. This plan worked once more. 

We continued talking over Alan’s complaints for a couple of hours, until we heard some rustling outside the cabin. 

“Someone’s coming! Gotta go! Over n’ out!” I quickly said though the Walkie. 

The door hesitated, but it opened after some creaking, and I never imagined I would be so happy to see Kevin Harrington accompanied by Peter Chadwick on the other side of the door. 

“Kevin! ” I yelled, but realized it was a mistake, they didn’t want to get caught doing this. I just hoped that the leaders were far away enough to not have heard that. 

“C’mon, Henry?” Kevin said, moving his arms. “Let’s get moving!”. 

I quickly got up from my chair up to the door, ready to get out. 

“Guys!” Alan quietly yelled, “Please don’t leave me alone here!”

And Alan also came to the door, and we closed it once everyone was out, it might buy us some time. 

“Where’s Alastor?” Peter asked. “Why is he not with you?” 

“They put him in a different place, the first cabin, about 20 metres to your right!” I quickly whispered.

“And why didn’t you get out before we came for you guys?” Kevin asked.

“Well, to tell you the truth,” I explained, “We hadn’t thought about it, we could’ve gotten in trouble but since you guys were so keen to get me out of there, well…”

“Don’t get sentimental, we were just cold,” Kevin said with a smirk.

We reached the other cabin and opened the door, Alastor was already up ready to go. 

“You could’ve gotten out before instead of waiting,” I told him. 

“Yeah well, what ya gonna do?” he answered. 

We were close to the campsite, once there, we could go inside the tents as if nothing had happened. By the time they realised it was midnight, we would say we came when our time was up. All great. 

But there was a group of teachers and camp leaders just around a campfire close to the tents. No one knows what for, but there they were, while the rest of the kids were asleep. 

Two of them stood up and started walking towards us. They would see us. 

“Quick! Inside!” I pointed to a big tent where we could hide, in which we all went in with relative ease. 

It was really disorganized, but I could tell it must’ve been where the teachers slept. 

I stepped on all kinds of stuff, like you wouldn’t believe. 

” Look at this!” Alastor held up a piece of paper. 

I went fast to take a look. It said in capital letters:

 

STUDENT TRACKER 

CODE: 9JLFFV

 

“What the?” Kevin asked, confused. 

“Are they spying on us?” Peter also asked, he looked scared. 

We kept looking at the code for a while, and each other, no one had words to describe this. 

“Wait a second, they are tracking us from… where?” Kevin asked. 

“Our phones, I bet, some weird kind of device radar or something I bet,” I answered. “Too bad, no one brought their mobile phones to the camp.”

Everyone’s face except mine went suddenly red. 

“I. Might’ve. Brought. Mine,” Alastor wheezed. 

My face fell. 

“You told me you didn’t have it! That’s why we were so bored on the trip here!” I yelled. 

“I didn’t want my battery to run out!” Alastor snapped back. 

“Shut up! The both of you!” Kevin said. “This means they could know where we are right now, unless…” 

“Unless what?” I said defiantly. 

“Unless we change the password, they won’t be able to log in again.”

“That’s right!” Alastor cheered. “Great idea!” 

We all watched Kevin download the tracker app, and insert the code 9JLFFV. 

“What do we change it to?” He asked. 

I grabbed his phone. And typed the most appropriate thing. 

Kevin snatched it back. 

“I-solemnly-swear-I-am-up-to-no-good?” He was confused. 

“Aren’t we? Up to no good?” I tried to give some sense into it. “It fits perfectly.”

They all agreed, and, to our surprise, when the password changed, our user reset, and we could see the names of all the phones of every person in the camp who carried a phone. 

“This is awesome!” I whispered. “What do we call it?”

Alastor seemed to get an inspiration somehow. 

“I know. The marauders… The marauders’ app.”

“Love it!” I said, and high fives him.

“Does that make us… Marauders?” Kevin asked. “This all makes sense, and is it somehow a coincidence, this year Mrs. Eagle presents us Harry Potter origami puppets?”

I felt a touch of excitement. “This does make sense, we each fit perfectly into the personality of each marauder from the series, look! We can even sign it!”

Kevin handed each of us his phone so we could sign with our nicknames, so even if someone logged in, they wouldn’t recognize us. The result was Meser’s Sweaty-or Kevin-, Coward- Peter, Classy- Alastor, and finally, giving me the phone, Bright. 

“This deserves some origami puppets!” Kevin declared, although, unfortunately, since we didn’t have origami paper right then, it would be a while before we made them. 

“Are you guys done?” Alan asked. 

After checking in the app if anyone was close, we got out of the tent into the darkness of the night. 

 

WHAT WE SHOULDN’T HAVE SEEN

By Alastor Bismark 

 

So dark was it outside at this point, that it didn’t matter if we were paying attention to the app or not: no one could ever see us now.

The sky was also as dark as it could be, covered completely by clouds, with no moon to illuminate it or the ground, the best we could do was turn on the phone’s lantern. 

“Don’t do it! You will wake everybody up!” Kevin whispered angrily while I tried to get my phone out of my pocket. 

“Our tent’s over there! I think I can see a shadow?” He continued. 

“A shadow? How in the world can you make out a shadow?” I rhetorically asked. 

“I think I’m gonna be heading back to my tent, see ya later, losers,” Alan, who we thought to be dead up to this point (not really, he just hadn’t talked a lot) commented.

He left without giving us time to say anything, I hoped he wouldn’t get lost on the way and get eaten by a wolf or something, because it would be our fault. 

“Well, I guess that’s it for him, now, where was our tent again….”  Kevin started, but stopped. 

I thought it was because the clouds were clearing, and a fragment of light came and weakly illuminated the way, but I was mistaken. 

A full, white moon had been revealed, hiding above the clouds before, now shining below us. 

For a fragment of a minute, he stared at it, without saying anything, but soon fell to the ground and gave squeaks of what looked like pain. 

“I need to get out of here!” Kevin kept shouting while he covered his face with his arms and stayed pinned to the ground, rolling around. “Make it stop!”

“What the heck is happening, Kevin?” Peter was asking over and over, confused and scared of the situation at hand.

“Snap out of it!” Henry yelled, he seriously had a problem with staying undercover. But it didn’t matter now, if anyone had been asleep, they weren’t now. 

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Kevin screamed as loud as he could, pushing me, standing right in front of him, as far away as he could, making me collide against the log structure we had been working so hard to make, which came down with uncomfortable noises.

“Shut him up or I’ll shut him up!” I told Peter, who was standing close to him, but he didn’t know what to do. 

Fortunately for him, the clouds covered the moon again, and we were left once more in the darkness, and with a disturbed Kevin Harrington. 

He was panting on the ground, gasping. 

“What was that, Kevin?” Peter asked for the second time. 

“I’ll tell you about it sometime.”

“Check the app,” I proposed to Kevin, who was recovering fast. If anyone came out and found us, we’d have to spend the rest of the camp locked up in a cabin, or worse.

“The way is clear, no one’s moving,” He said, to my relief. 

“Alright, now we go to our tent, lock it, and finally go to sleep, perfect.”

We stomped our way back, stepping on the cold, and wet grass, until-

“STOP, STOP!” Kevin commanded. “Aw, crap”. 

“What is the problem now?” I spat back. 

“There must be a mistake… It says here there’s someone… Next to the lake?”

“What the?” Alastor was confused. “Give it here!”

He got Kevin’s phone, and saw three spots next to a bad graphic blue slob that pretend to be a lake.

“W. Michael’s Huawei?” he asked. “And Marlon Pitol’s Samsung? This is getting weirder by the second.”

“Hey, how about we go and find out what they are doing? That way if they get us we can frame them and let them take the blame,” I said. “I mean, we can’t just sit here, can we?”

Crawling to the hill right above the lake, we stopped when the shore was distinguishable. However, there wasn’t enough light to let us see anyone. 

“According to the map, they are closely ten meters before us,” Kevin explained. 

“Well, I can’t see anything,” Peter complained. 

“Everybody, shut up!” Henry whispered angrily. “Voices…”

And, sure enough, if we were quiet enough, the only thing audible were a bunch of crickets in the distance, and voices. 

“What do you want me for?” a scared female voice was saying. 

“I wouldn’t have you here unless it was for a good reason.” This time, a formal, deep voice made an echo.

“Come on, it’s just getting in, swimming to the island, hide it, and get out, it’s nothing too bad.”

That made three voices, but a new one, another female voice, made a crackling sound.

“She’s scared to go in!” She said. 

“Why don’t you go if you’re so brave?” The other girl asked, mockingly. 

“Oh, I would, I would Eva, but it seems like you are the one that’s going in…”

After hearing that name, Henry stopped listening. 

“Eva?” He said “Wasn’t she in William’s tent along with another girl and this guy Alan?”

“Are you saying they used her as a weapon or something to get what they want, and that’s why they were in the tent together?” I thought out loud. 

“Maybe, but what is it that they want her to hide?” Asked Henry. 

“It’s 1 am! You can’t see a crap, and if she swims, she’s gonna drown, she won’t know the way back to the shore.” Kevin explained. 

“That’s it! I’m going!” Henry exclaimed, and started to get up to charge, but I stopped him by grabbing his foot. 

“NO! Wait! Alan can’t be there! We just left him at his tent!” I whispered. 

“Then who is the other guy?” he asked. 

“I’M COMING!!!” a rough voice yelled from behind us, and we saw for a second Alan Rawlin’s angry face as he charged the guys on the shore, who quickly realized this, and got their phones out. 

“Don’t! I’ll make quick work of this!” the deep voice that suited William said, and pointed his phone at Alan, and a flash of green light filled the valley for a second before it went back to pitch black. 

Alan fell to the ground, my thoughts: the flashing light had blinded him, and he wouldn’t recover for some time. 

Now was the time.

We four came out of our hiding places and ran down the hill. 

Henry elbow-pushed the mysterious boy, who hit a tree behind him, knocking him off balance, and fell to the lake. 

I tried to do the same with the other girl, who I quickly recognized as Miriam Hazel, but she did a twist turn and I missed her, falling on the ground. She used this situation to kick me in the back. 

Meanwhile, Kevin and Peter found themselves in front of William Michaels. 

He didn’t look like last time we had seen him, his now red eyes were covered with eye bags, like he hadn’t slept for days. 

Peter tried without use to get his arm and pin it to his back, but William did a strange technique and kicked him with his leg in the face. 

Kevin used it as a distraction to punch William in the gut. 

He looked at him angrily, like he wanted to kill him. He grabbed him by the neck and pushed him against a tree.

“You’re ruining everything!” he yelled. 

“Sorry, that wasn’t my intention,” I said calmly with a smirk. 

He was still choking Kevin when I pushed William again against a tree (gosh these trees were helpful).

 

THE ADVENTURES OF THE ORI-MARAUDERS 

By Henry Walker

 

Alan had regained his strength again and began standing up, getting ready to knock down Miriam once he had enough momentum. 

What he didn’t know was that behind him, the strongest guy I’ve ever seen in my life, Marlon Tapper had thrown a large log, aiming for his head.

As much as I hated that Alan, I wasn’t gonna let him get hit again. 

“Alan, duck!” I yelled, but he was so concentrated on his rage that he wasn’t listening.

I ran towards him as fast as I could, and pushed him out of the way. The log came at a fast speed, missing him by a couple of centimeters. 

He didn’t say thanks, it would take him a while to understand what had happened. 

“Everyone, run!” I shouted. 

Eva, Kevin, Alastor, Peter, Alan and I got out of the way before anything else happened, climbing the hill again. 

Finally, after what looked like hours, we stopped right in front of our tent, swearing like nobody ever did. 

“Hey, Peter,” Kevin was laughing. “Who would’ve thought we would be swearing in the end?”

But Peter didn’t laugh, the look he had made me think he was so scared the only thing he wanted to do was to get inside the tent. 

“I’m not going in my tent again” Eva declared “Not knowing what those guys are up to, they could come back”. 

Alan hesitated, but ended up agreeing with her. As much as he hated it, his safest bet was sleeping in our tent, at least for the night. 

“Alright, I suppose we don’t have much of a choice, do we?” I asked, looking around the Ori-Marauders, no one seemed to be against the idea. 

“All aboard…” I joked, letting the six of us inside, to sleep finally. 

 

AFTERMATH AND OTHER CONSEQUENCES 

By Henry Walker 

 

For the next few days, we were concerned with the safety of our… We wouldn’t say friends, more like companions. 

We didn’t want the same thing to happen again, so, the camp leaders and teachers were told. Unfortunately, they didn’t believe us. 

William Michaels may have been that night all that we wanted, but to the teachers, he was an example of formality, decisiveness and a model student, and we were some rabble rousers who only wanted to get him in trouble.

His other two goons defended him, of course, so there was no way to make sure this wouldn’t happen again. 

“If only we had something to know where they are…” Peter was saying one night, during a UNO card match which was going terribly wrong on his part. 

Us three looked at him, and Kevin got his phone out and looked at it, everyone was inside their tents, and if anybody got out, we would know it. 

“The good thing,” I was saying on the final night of the end of year camp, “Is that they don’t know how we found them, they don’t know about the map, so they won’t turn their trackers off.”

“That’s another thing,” Alastor agreed, finishing Peter Chadwicks card play for the tenth time. “Honestly, I didn’t know there were so many weird people in the school.”

“Is that a reference to Cassius DeNogaret?” Kevin asked. “Because my sister has been talking all year, now it looks like he’s redeemed himself.”

“Kevin, if people who redeem themselves that actually are bad were crackers, Peter would be fat, no offense,” I answered, looking at Peter.

Peter murmured something that looked like ‘none taken, jerk’, but I couldn’t hear him right.

“Anyways…” I said, “Things are really looking up for me now, I recently asked Eva out and she said yes and-” 

“You what?” Alastor was astonished. 

“Practically, after the whole incident, some of us thought a lot about things, if we hadn’t been there, I don’t know what would’ve happened,” Kevin said. “Thank the map.”

“You should also thank me!” Alastor exclaimed with a smirk, lifting up his hand full of sheets of paper. “Look what I got!”

That same night, we each folded a puppet of the character whose personality suited us best, and the one we had signed with in the marauders’ app. 

“This is impossible,” an annoyed Peter said. “It would actually be better if we folded their animagus form, if you know what I mean. Folding an animal is much easier than a person.” 

So in the end, Peter Chadwick folded an origami rat, (or Peter Petty Folds), Kevin tried his best at folding an origami werewolf ( or Remus Lupaper), since his actions when he saw the moon made it obvious which character suited him best. 

Alastor made an incredible origami black dog and hereby named him ‘Paper Black’, like, Sirius Black. 

And in the end, I created a magnificent origami stag, like James Potter’s animagus. I named him James Folder. 

Unfortunately, I had to stick the antlers with glue, because I couldn’t find a way to fold them. 

“So, could you please explain to us what happened to you during that night when you saw the full moon?” I asked him. 

Kevin took a deep breath “It was one of the reasons I found it best not to come to the camp, it would’ve been safer in London, where it would be more difficult to see it. Imagine if that had happened in front of the whole camp! 

I’ve got a strange phobia related to the full moon, it’s called Selenophobia, or Remaphobia, it’s strange, I know, and I don’t know why I have it.”

We looked at each other. 

“Don’t worry about that,” I explained. “You don’t have to hide it with us, and we‘ll keep it a secret.”

 

THE RIDE BACK AND FAREWELL 

By Kevin Harrington. 

 

All of us were so tired from the excitement of the camp, the road back was a complete supersonic ship ride. 

Peter sat next to me for the whole time. I wish I could say the same for Alastor though. In the middle of the trip, Henry asked Alastor if he could sit with Eva, and Alastor was left with what would be the worst seat in the entire bus, next to Alan Rawlins. 

If what I felt for Alastor was pity, it was nothing compared to what I felt for Alan. 

He had just been replaced by a guy who he hated, and the look of fury in his eyes while he looked at Henry was indescribable. He would never forgive him for what he had just done to him.

“Guys!” Alastor called when we exited the bus and were back on the bus platform. 

“Don’t make me ever forget this!”

“We won’t,” said Henry, smirking. 

Dad came to pick me up first this time. I got in the car without saying a word, and then asked him how he was doing, the normal stuff. 

And at last we parked next to the train station, where a locomotor train rested, liberating a white smoke from the top. 

Heather, Tim Baker, Alice Adams and another short guy were talking to each other, until they said farewell to each other and Heather came inside the car. 

“How was your trip in London?” I asked her with a tone of sarcasm. 

“Not bad,” she smiled. “Your camp?” 

I smirked. 

“Oh, you wouldn’t believe it.”

 

  1. I love the cover for this story, I spent an hour on this one just for the drawing.

  2. The funny story about these origami animagus es from the cover: I was doing them while I cooked.

  3. origami_master53

    Great job!

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