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Hogwarts RPG Name: Ottery St. Catchpole Gryffindor Third Year | Stop Wassaling around ... Paris & Kellybear r luv :Read Otty 's fics:Gone With the Wind:Iā„Rupert YouTube - Will Vinton's Claymation Christmas 1 of 3 Here we come a-wassailing
Among the leaves so green,
Here we come a-wand'ring
So fair to be seen.
Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail, too,
And God bless you, and send you
A Happy New Year,
And God send you a Happy New Year.  ~I have no clue who, but its The Wassail song & it's old so out of copyright The left leaning abandoned tower of Ottery St. Catchpole on Hogwart's grounds
Ottery paced back and forth across the long wide window of the tower that overlooked the castle and the lake. The giant squid locked away beneath the icy surface of the lake could be seen as a large dark shape underneath the frozen ice.
Teddy was opening a large wooden cupboard which housed his multiple implements of destruction. Every form of fire arm, shoulder mounted canons, sacks of cannon balls, black fused cannonballs, shuriken, knives, swords and other weapons of such horrible magical power that if Dumbledore were aware of them he would have had to destroy them. Some of them would have made Voldemort blush.
Tiffany walked in, minus the cheerleading outfit.
Ottery turned to look at her, hands behind his back he stood in the quiet
dark of night an imposing figure. Tiffany sucked her breath in and suddenly realized why it was in times of great peril that great men like Dumbledore and Santa Claus and the president would call on someone like Ottery St. Catchpole. The poor fool had no idea that he could fail. It was not arrogance so much as blunt determination to win in spite of all the odds, no matter what. That and credible deniability should anything and everything go broken.
"Well?" the dark haired boy asked.
"Batman said, no, Ottery. He can't help us," Tiffany replied.
"Likely it's business with the Justice League, something cosmic or world endangering," the boy said to Teddy who had a wicked smile on his face and more weapons on his body than most muggle armies.
Tiffany remarked, "Uhm, no. He said he's sore because Santa picked you and that if you ever call him again on the Batphone he's going to come get you because he can't change his phone number. It's too important to change. And he says you still owe him for that Batmobile you crashed in Tokyo joy riding with Robin, Kid Flash and Supeboy."
A blushing Ottery waved his hand, "And the others?"
"Superman says hi, Ma wants you to go to the farm and visit but no. He'll jump in and save Christmas at the last minute if you manage somehow to mess this all up. Inspector Gadget is on holiday. Edward Cullen is unreachable, The Avengers wont take your calls anymore, the Easter Bunny is hibernating, Voldemort said he's going to hex you ..." and so it went on.
The little white cat purred and rubbed itself on Ottery's pant legs.
"Stop that Socrates, its tickling me," the boy remarked.
"Would you rather I did this?" where the cat had been standing now stood a white haired boy with cat ears and a swishing cat tail and not much else running his finger down Ottery's cheek.
Ottery shrieked, Teddy fired off a bomb and Tiffany knocked the boys down while the explosion rocked the tower.
Rocks came tumbling down into the courtyard as three cloaked figures walked across the courtyard towards the tower.
"Oh my god!" Hermione screamed. "Do you think they're in trouble? Someone's attacked?"
Luna looked up puzzled, "More likely someone made Teddy mad or Otty fired off his wand by accident." Ron and Hermione looked at her. "It happens more often than most wizards admit."
The sound of clattering feet behind them revealed Neville Longbottom. Luna smiled at him and the boy blushed. Ron and Hermione led the way. :3
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