Post by Bellatrix Black on Jul 31, 2007 1:21:02 GMT -5
iii. Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy
-Charity Burbage
- Albus Dumbledore
- Seamus Finnigan
-Tinder Hallow
-Julien LeBeau
-Katerina Marenda
- Gideon Prewett
- Rita Skeeter
-Blaze Wolfe
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- Albus Dumbledore
- Seamus Finnigan
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- Gideon Prewett
- Rita Skeeter
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“Dumble—”
Coughs filed the air as Seamus Finnigan came back to his life, staring up at the girl as his mouth turned into a grin. “You are . . .?”
“Charity . . .”
With a splash of water came Tinder Hallow, his hands reaching for his boxers but they were slightly out of reach. Sighing, he fell back into the water as his Headmaster stared at him with confusion. “Dumbledore!” another girl screamed; this time, from Rita. She was pointing at Seamus’ erecting body parts. With a blushed face, he rushed up to the hill, gathering the clothes that created a trail. “We must hurry, Charity; Julien, grab the other two.” With no other words, the two disappeared, followed by the Disapperation of Julien, Rita, and Gideon, leaving Tinder Hallow confused.
A loud crack sounded off the area of silence as Voldemort appeared out of nowhere. He paused at the awkward silence but then the Apparition of Bellatrix Black allowed him to continue his path. Ten feet away from their position appeared Peter Pettigrew and Mr. Lestrange, and rushed to keep up with their Lord. “Snape will not blow his cover . . . Rodolphus, you must head to the Lovegood’s residence. Do not interact with the father. Bellatrix . . .” She dropped to the floor, her hair flying across the floor as she bowed in respect. “You will at go to the Muggle’s father’s place. I hear the Irish bitch is still there with him, and they have not been separated. I want you to harm the Muggle when you think it’s time. You will know.”
“Yes. . .” she purred, disappearing from sight with a pop. “And Peter,” Voldemort directed. “Come with me. We must visit the Malfoys.”
In the Headmasters’ Office stood various magical equipment none of the students—or Professor LeBeau—ever had seen. A Foe-Glass, something Charity pointed out on their entrance, was staring back at them, the shadows foggy and hard to see. Three Sneakoscopes were buzzing in the air above the desk, and no one dared questioned whom the Headmaster thought was untrustworthy that was so close. Their annoying whistling made Dumbledore hide him in a cabinet in his dorm above the steps of his office. He reappeared down the steps, holding his wand. “You three are going to protect these students . . .”
“Protect? You mean—”
“Yes, Rita, you must follow them. However, Professor LeBeau will help you with whatever you need. Otherwise, I will tell your parents myself that I will be need your assistance. Julien—take them to the hideout.”
“Who was that?”
“It was Dumbledore,” Tinder said, sitting in the extra pair of boxers that belonged to Seamus. He insisted that Seamus kept them, but since no one in the group of travelers knew how to warm something without setting it on fire, they laid to dry on the side of the hill. Blaze had recently found an old shop and had been able to transform of the old food into a fresh lunch.
“Of course it was ol’ Dumbley,” Blaze added, taking her seat in the group.
Katerina, already half way through her portion, agreed—“But that girl?”
“A veela,” Tinder butted in, his intelligence helping them once again.
“No wonder she was so pre—”
Seamus cut himself off when he realized everyone was staring at him and he quickly started eating his food. “We have to watch out for people like them.”
“But they were with Dumbledore,” Katerina added.
“But Snape was with Dumbledore in the present. We all knew how that ended.” And, as if it was on cue, the four kept quiet for a moment for Albus Dumbledore. “We should at least try to get to a town; we can’t be too far away if Dumbledore knew we were here.” Blaze continued, slipping her sandwich into a bag she had kept at her side. The others copied her; standing up up, gathered their belongings—Tinder holding his still damp boxers—and started walking down the hill.[/ul]
* Plot title from Build God, Then We’ll Talk by Panic! At The Disco!
