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OtterySt.Catchpole · 10-23-2005, 11:06 AM

You all are so sweet to understand...so for you all...a post...if it kills me even. Lissy, you get to take over the story if I die...

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"We could just go down there and stun a few people." Ottery remarked. The boys were lying on their backs on the sand watching the empty sky, hidden in shadow by the dune and the afternoon sun.

"There are hundreds of people down there Ottery, working on the dig site. How exactly are we supposed to stun them all?" Ruben asked, sighing.

"They're muggles, shoot a few and the others'll just star running like mad when they think we've killed them," Ottery replied as he turned over to look at his irritated friend.

"As much as I love your plan Otts," Ruben answered, still looking at the clear blue sky, trying to keep his patience, "despite the fact that its illegal, difficult, completely throws out the idea of discretion, and the fact that it probably wouldn't work and would get us all killed. No."

"You used to be fun you know," Ottery remarked in a whisper as he lay back down on the sands.

"Yeah, well some of us grow up. Okay?" Ruben remarked angrily, standing up and walking back towards their guide, and the truck. "We'll wait until nightfall and then we go in to get it." He said not bothering to look back at them.

"Why's he mad at me?" Ottery asked David who was lying next to him.

"He's got responsabilities Ottery. He's the leader, and that means if anything goes wrong it's his fault."

"No it doesn't. If I mess up it's my fault."

David looked at Ottery and smiled, but said nothing, in that soft way of his that meant he didn't want to fight, which only served to make the dark haired boy angrier.

"I'm going for a walk." He said getting to his feet, and rushing off angrily.

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"Wulfric wants a scarab, I'll get him a bloody scarab," Ottery remarked as he walked into the pyramid. Dressed in robes, he looked like everyone else and he blended in with the crowd of workers walking into the cave.

They were plundering the place. It was an archeological site, and meticulous care was being taken to handle the objects and the treasures they had found but it changed nothing that the scientists were foreigners and that they were taking the relics with them out of Egypt. Still Ottery could hardly judge, he was going to steal an artifact from the muggles doing the stealing. For their own safety, Professor Dumbledore explained. A scarab that held magical properties and was too dangerous to be left lying around. If another conflict erupted like the one before, with all the European nations becoming involved...it was best not to let such things fall into the wrong hands. But that was Wulf's problem, always worrying about the future and tomorrow without any concern for the present. He was planning for a war that might not come.

"You'd think someone had appointed him guardian of the universe or something," Ottery was muttering as he walked down a darkened passage. The sand was really getting annoying. He could feel it inside his shoes, and all over his body, a constant nuisance. As if the heat wasn't murder enough.

He walked by the light of his wand, it was a good half hour, by his pocket watch, before he realized that he didn't know where he was going. Ruben had the map, and all Ottery could remember about it was that it had funny pictures on it like a comic strip. He cursed. Then he cursed loudly. Then he proceeded to mutter gibberish and tried to kick the wall, because kicking up sand would only mean getting more sand in his shoes. As he did he fell back, putting his hand out to stop from falling he touched the figure of an angry pharoah, and suddenly a side of the wall had swung open. It was a hidden passageway.

"It can't be that easy," he said laughing. He chalked it up to his good luck and walked into the darkened chamber. It was then his wand light reflected back from a thousand golden objects. He was in the treasury.

"Lost something have you?" Came a soft sweet voice. He turned around suddenly and his wand light fell on the figure of a young girl of maybe twelve. She had long smooth brown hair that cascaded down her back, and she was wearing an impish grin.

"Who are you?" Ottery asked.

"What's wrong Pixie?" Another voice called out, and as he waved his wand the light fell on the figure of a red haired boy older than the girl, who had been filling up bags with the golden objects in the room.

"You're tomb robbers!" Ottery exclaimed.

"No, they're the thieves," she remarked, meaning the scientists, "we're tomb raiders." Ottery held back a laugh. However you worded it, they meant the same thing.

"More like opportunists."

"And I'm sure you're just here for the scenery?" She remarked angrily, putting her hands on her hips.

"Kids shouldn't be in here," Ottery replied condescendingly.

The girl snorted and stuck her tongue out.

"Oh, that's mature," the redhaired boy told the young girl, when he suddenly noticed Ottery making a sour face as reply. "Okay...I take that back."

"You two shouldn't be here, so why don't you scram before you get caught," Ottery said, putting his hands on his hips unaware that he was mimicking the girl's gesture.

"In fact, none of you should be here," a voice called out from behind Ottery. He recognized it. He turned around suddenly. It was Wolfram, and he had a smug expression on his face. But then again who wouldn't surrounded by armed thugs under your pay. "But I can't say I'm not glad you are." He was talking to Ottery when he said that. "It must mean your friend can't be too far away."

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*glomps Lissy tightly despite her tpoys*
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*steals Kel's avvy* Mwahahahahaha Oh, he's so cuuuuuuuuuuuuteeeeeeeee!!!
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You're sweet Ali. I just...got stage fright I think. LOL
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Looooooooooooottiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie! *glomps* right-click, copy, before you post alla time. I don't know how many posts I lost before I figured that one out...
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I love you guys. This isn't one of my better posts...but...uhm, for my old readers, you'll already know the redhaired boy, uhm but I'll give you his name next post maybe. I promise this is going somewhere and no we haven't seen teh last of Mel and the 1940's...uhm, this little backstory is just taking longer than I expected. LOL

I love you all for being so understanding

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OtterySt.Catchpole SS Featured Artist DA Poet Rupert is My Man! SS100 Triumphant Aethonan Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: The Wicked House Posts: 18,909 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ottery St. Catchpole Gryffindor Third Year	Ottery forgets to rightclick and copy and loses the whole post Noooooooooooooooooo! Paris & Kellybear r luv :Read Otty 's fics:Gone With the Wind:I♥Rupert You all are so sweet to understand...so for you all...a post...if it kills me even. Lissy, you get to take over the story if I die... ~ "We could just go down there and stun a few people." Ottery remarked. The boys were lying on their backs on the sand watching the empty sky, hidden in shadow by the dune and the afternoon sun. "There are hundreds of people down there Ottery, working on the dig site. How exactly are we supposed to stun them all?" Ruben asked, sighing. "They're muggles, shoot a few and the others'll just star running like mad when they think we've killed them," Ottery replied as he turned over to look at his irritated friend. "As much as I love your plan Otts," Ruben answered, still looking at the clear blue sky, trying to keep his patience, "despite the fact that its illegal, difficult, completely throws out the idea of discretion, and the fact that it probably wouldn't work and would get us all killed. No." "You used to be fun you know," Ottery remarked in a whisper as he lay back down on the sands. "Yeah, well some of us grow up. Okay?" Ruben remarked angrily, standing up and walking back towards their guide, and the truck. "We'll wait until nightfall and then we go in to get it." He said not bothering to look back at them. "Why's he mad at me?" Ottery asked David who was lying next to him. "He's got responsabilities Ottery. He's the leader, and that means if anything goes wrong it's his fault." "No it doesn't. If I mess up it's my fault." David looked at Ottery and smiled, but said nothing, in that soft way of his that meant he didn't want to fight, which only served to make the dark haired boy angrier. "I'm going for a walk." He said getting to his feet, and rushing off angrily. ~ "Wulfric wants a scarab, I'll get him a bloody scarab," Ottery remarked as he walked into the pyramid. Dressed in robes, he looked like everyone else and he blended in with the crowd of workers walking into the cave. They were plundering the place. It was an archeological site, and meticulous care was being taken to handle the objects and the treasures they had found but it changed nothing that the scientists were foreigners and that they were taking the relics with them out of Egypt. Still Ottery could hardly judge, he was going to steal an artifact from the muggles doing the stealing. For their own safety, Professor Dumbledore explained. A scarab that held magical properties and was too dangerous to be left lying around. If another conflict erupted like the one before, with all the European nations becoming involved...it was best not to let such things fall into the wrong hands. But that was Wulf's problem, always worrying about the future and tomorrow without any concern for the present. He was planning for a war that might not come. "You'd think someone had appointed him guardian of the universe or something," Ottery was muttering as he walked down a darkened passage. The sand was really getting annoying. He could feel it inside his shoes, and all over his body, a constant nuisance. As if the heat wasn't murder enough. He walked by the light of his wand, it was a good half hour, by his pocket watch, before he realized that he didn't know where he was going. Ruben had the map, and all Ottery could remember about it was that it had funny pictures on it like a comic strip. He cursed. Then he cursed loudly. Then he proceeded to mutter gibberish and tried to kick the wall, because kicking up sand would only mean getting more sand in his shoes. As he did he fell back, putting his hand out to stop from falling he touched the figure of an angry pharoah, and suddenly a side of the wall had swung open. It was a hidden passageway. "It can't be that easy," he said laughing. He chalked it up to his good luck and walked into the darkened chamber. It was then his wand light reflected back from a thousand golden objects. He was in the treasury. "Lost something have you?" Came a soft sweet voice. He turned around suddenly and his wand light fell on the figure of a young girl of maybe twelve. She had long smooth brown hair that cascaded down her back, and she was wearing an impish grin. "Who are you?" Ottery asked. "What's wrong Pixie?" Another voice called out, and as he waved his wand the light fell on the figure of a red haired boy older than the girl, who had been filling up bags with the golden objects in the room. "You're tomb robbers!" Ottery exclaimed. "No, they're the thieves," she remarked, meaning the scientists, "we're tomb raiders." Ottery held back a laugh. However you worded it, they meant the same thing. "More like opportunists." "And I'm sure you're just here for the scenery?" She remarked angrily, putting her hands on her hips. "Kids shouldn't be in here," Ottery replied condescendingly. The girl snorted and stuck her tongue out. "Oh, that's mature," the redhaired boy told the young girl, when he suddenly noticed Ottery making a sour face as reply. "Okay...I take that back." "You two shouldn't be here, so why don't you scram before you get caught," Ottery said, putting his hands on his hips unaware that he was mimicking the girl's gesture. "In fact, none of you should be here," a voice called out from behind Ottery. He recognized it. He turned around suddenly. It was Wolfram, and he had a smug expression on his face. But then again who wouldn't surrounded by armed thugs under your pay. "But I can't say I'm not glad you are." He was talking to Ottery when he said that. "It must mean your friend can't be too far away." ~ glomps Lissy tightly despite her tpoys * steals Kel's avvy Mwahahahahaha Oh, he's so cuuuuuuuuuuuuteeeeeeeee!!! * You're sweet Ali. I just...got stage fright I think. LOL * Looooooooooooottiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie! glomps right-click, copy, before you post alla time. I don't know how many posts I lost before I figured that one out... * I love you guys. This isn't one of my better posts...but...uhm, for my old readers, you'll already know the redhaired boy, uhm but I'll give you his name next post maybe. I promise this is going somewhere and no we haven't seen teh last of Mel and the 1940's...uhm, this little backstory is just taking longer than I expected. LOL I love you all for being so understanding __________________