The Chocolate Meltdown by Lexi Connor

Author:Lexi Connor [Connor, Lexi]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-0-545-32233-1
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2010-01-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

The next day, during English class, B found it hard to concentrate on Mr. Bishop’s lesson. She kept trying to imagine what Madame Mel might have meant by Mr. Bishop’s “history of incidents,” like poisoning the entire witching community. If he was such a threat, why did they let him teach students?

B decided to confront him directly. For this, she knew, she should be alone. So as soon as the bell rang, she whispered to Trina and George, “I need to talk to Mr. Bishop. I’ve got to find out what he knows. Why don’t you guys keep an eye on Jason and see what he’s up to? I’ll meet you in the cafeteria.”

“Okay, B,” George said, “but do you remember what the banana said to the monkey?”

B blinked. What on earth? “No, what did the banana say?”

George grinned. “Nothing,” he said. “Bananas can’t talk.”

Oh, toads.

“What has that got to do with anything?” Trina shouldered her backpack, looking thoroughly confused.

“Just George being George,” B said. “And I know when Jason is being Jason. He’s up to something. I can smell it! So keep an eye on him.”

Trina, whose spots and sneezing had cleared up, but was still looking pale and tired, nodded. “Okay, B,” she said. “We’ll watch him. But remember, I can’t do anything, er, you know, special if we do find a clue.”

Meaning magical. B sighed. Poor Trina.

“Just watch him,” B said. “I’ll be there soon, and then we’ll make a plan.”

Mr. Bishop called over from where he was tidying the papers on his desk. “Everything okay, B, George?” he asked. “You feeling okay, Trina? You look a little under the weather.”

“I’ve had better days,” Trina said. “See you tomorrow.” And she and George left the classroom. B went over to Mozart’s cage and lifted the lid. Mr. Bishop’s classroom hamster, who had shared some magical adventures with B in the past, hopped into her outstretched hand.

B stroked his soft fur and tried to think of the best way to bring up the delicate subject of Mr. Bishop’s possible guilt, but her magical tutor beat her to the punch.

“So, B,” he said, sitting down on the desk in front of her, “you didn’t poison the witching world the other day, did you?”

B gasped. “Me?” Why does everybody always suspect me? “I was going to ask you the same question!”

Mr. Bishop started with surprise. “Me? You think I might have done it?” He twisted the tip of his pointy beard.

Mozart could sense B was upset. He nuzzled his head against her palm.

“I would never do anything to make people sick,” B said. “I can’t believe you think I might.”

Mr. Bishop smiled. “Don’t be upset. I know you wouldn’t mean to hurt anyone. But, maybe, did you brew up a potion to make the chocolates more delicious? Something like that, to help your dad with the launch of Fabulous Fruits? If you tell me what you used, I could probably brew up an antidote.”

“I swear I didn’t do anything magical,” B said.

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