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Ottery St. Catchpole
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Thank you Connie for your kind words ...  :3  On the first day of Christmas,
my true love (Ron!  ) sent to me
A clock work partridge that's a spy bird in an enchanted pear tree.
On the second day of Christmas,
my true love (Ron! ) sent to me
Two turtle doves with night goggles, and reconnaissance training
A clock work partridge that's a spy bird in an enchanted pear tree.
On the third day of Christmas,
my true love (Ron! ) sent to me
Three French ninja monkeys with covert ops experience,
Two turtle doves with night goggles, and reconnaissance training,
And A clock work partridge that's a spy bird in an enchanted pear tree.
~The Twelve Days of Ottery's Christmas Adventure
Socrates was a beautiful boy like some model from a fashion magazine, a chiseled face, still young with full cheeks that still held some baby fat, a provocative smile that showed the lie of his age as compared to the experience in his head, eyes that looked perpetually sad contradicting the smile that seemed forever placed on his lips, lips angels danced on luscious and kissable and his hair grey like a ghosts. The boy strode across the room, Tiffany looked away as Teddy made to cover her eyes, Ottery sighed as he threw the boy some clothes.
Socrates discarded most of it and opted to put on a long white coat, lined with white fur, fake of course, and sat down on the chair behind Ottery’s desk. He smiled and winked at Teddy who took aim with his wand, Tiffany lowered his hand and the brown haired boy clenched his fists so hard Tiffany worried he would break his wand.
Ottery sighed again, as he was wont to do in these kinds of situations. Yes, it was often he found himself in the company of troublesome boys, even if they were werecats.
“Comfortable are we?” Ottery tried a different tact.
“Rather not,” Socrates replied. “This isn’t a Louis the XIVth is it?” He glared at the chair.
Ottery sighed again. “I love you little kitty, but what the devil are you doing here? And how did you … transmogrify?”
“Animagize,” Tiffany corrected.
“Yeah, what she said?” The boy said winking at Tiffany. The white haired boy glared at Ottery.
Ottery shrugged his shoulders, “What?!” The dark haired boy had obviously missed something.
“Seriously? In all the years you’ve known me you’ve never noticed I’m a werecat?”
“Well … I mean …” Ottery started sheepishly.
“Cairo, 1876.”
“Well, there was that thing with the mummy trying to kill us you know, and besides time travel addles the mind you know,” Ottery replied in his defense. Teddy clapped. Ottery turned and gave him a high five.
“Paris ‘82.”
“I was supposed to notice? I was hanging out with a young Jules Verne, and Edgar Allan Poe, remember? Time travel adventure again, duh!”
“Turkey in ‘73?”
“The zeppelin was on fire … and there were Nazis. Dude, Nazis are uber distracting!” The dark haired boy screeched.
“Madagascar in ‘68!”
“Remember my cute red haired sidekick?”
“Yes.”
“We were totally making out.”
“The world was in peril you twit! That explains the exploding castle, and the international incident, not to mention that dragon swarm.” The grey haired boy laughed. “I wondered why the Ruby of Death’s Fears fell into the hands of the Russian Vampire Mafia fifteen years later.”
“Cute boys aside, Ottery,” Tiffany interjected. “Christmas needs saving and we’re running short on members for this little escapade.”
There was a knock on the door.
Teddy blasted it open revealing a Ron with windswept hair and a blackened face holding the doorknob which was all that remained of the door. Hermione glared at the brown haired boy.
“Luna and Neville are coming behind us,” Hermione replied leading a shell shocked Ron into Ottery‘s office.
“Then we’ll have to do it ourselves,” Ottery replied. “We’ll split up into teams and go from there.”
Socrates leaned over the boy’s desk. “Only if I get to be on Team Otty.”
“Have to, no way you’d be on Team Teddy,” the brown haired boy explained. Grumbling under his voice, the others could hear him say, “Team Otty, more like Team Pansy.”
“No, Pansy’s team is a lot more dangerous and I’ll only be calling them in as an emergency,” Ottery corrected.
[AN: The members of Team Pansy will be of course secretly held until the end.]
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