BANG! BANG! BANG!
Mr.Powell banged on the door in desperation to hunt the others. All he could think of was:REVENGE! As he continued to bang on the door, he broke it. As a monster he was so immense (therefore even though the door was splintered and torn, he still couldn’t fit through it). He begged for help, but no one came.
Hours and hours past and Mr.Powell finally squeezed his way out. He looked like yeti and an eagle mixed together with a set of white, devilish wings and a lumps of grey fur all over his body. In the middle of his face was a small, cute pink button nose.
Squeeek!
Mr.Powell heard a door rattle in the basement. The air swooshed, delivering the slightest of breezes, which Mr Powell would have been unaware of were it not for his new supernatural state. He walked towards the sound, feeling the pages flickering, sending out the panic which grew with every breath they took.
The group had spent hours at the door attempting to free themselves, but battering, kicking and hurling everything they could lay their hands on hadn’t made the slightest dent. Slowly but surely they were going to be caught. They struggled and struggled, panic growing, every possible feeling they felt they vented on the door, as the sound grew louder. Flick,Flick,Flick,Flick,Flick. The air in their lungs caught in their throats until they could barely breath.
Swoosh!
The door swung open to where the four teachers stood. The eldest of them all had bad eyesight but even he could see the danger they were about to face. The tallest one appeared like an ant next to vast version of what had once been Mr.Powell. The teachers stared up at him for a moment, waiting for his attack. The eldest (Mr.Clarke) read some words in a mumble followed by: Glippity Pribbity Shank! A large pile of dust burst into the air. Screams reigned throughout the basement and the heavy weight of the book Mr.Clarke was carrying was gone. They looked around in desperation to find Mr.Powell.
Anywhere. Everywhere. Any sign.
Nothing..
Nothing could be found, no Mr.Powell, no spell book, nothing…
Zeynep Talu Y8/9