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OtterySt.Catchpole · 11-06-2005, 08:14 AM

"You two again?" Ottery exclaimed as his wandlight fell on the two young thieves he had met earlier. Tomb raiders they clearly were, but that was just a polite way of saying they stole for a living. Just the same he could hardly judge, but then again he was doing for a good cause. He just didn't know what that cause was, yet.

"Its a small world but really, twice in one day?" Ottery was thinking to himself. Didn't he have enough of brats with his sister?

The older red haired boy made to go for his wand.

"I wouldn't if I were you. I mean, I've already got mine out. You're not Wyatt Earp." Ottery said sagely, a self satisfied smile on his face.

"What are you doing here?" The little girl asked angrily, before Mouse could say anything.

"Grave robbing same as you two." Ottery said, smiling meanly.

"We're not thieves!" The red haired boy named Mouse exclaimed, a little annoyed at the moniker Ottery seemed obstinate on placing on them.

"Yeah, well I'm sure in your reality pigs fly too. But out here in the real world..." The young girl walked up to Ottery and kicked him on the shin before he could finish his statement.

"Ouch! What is your problem, midget?" Ottery exclaimed, hopping around on one leg.

"Meddling, prats like you," she exclaimed her hands on her hips, a pout on her face.

"Meddling? You little troublemaker." Ottery made to grab her, and she screamed and ran to hide behind the redhaired boy. "Let me at her, the little imp."

"Look, what are you after? We can all help each other out and the sooner we can get out of here, the better it is for all of us. I doubt very much you're friends of the Baron." Mouse said sagely, holding Ottery back.

"He's not such a bad guy once you get to know him." Ottery replied, looking at the boy, smiling guiltily. The Baron had been kind with his firewhiskey, it was hard not to like someone who was so easy with their drink.

"Another fan." A voice remarked bitterly. Ottery turned to look. It was the younger Wolfram, and his two best friends.

"Hey!" Ottery exclaimed, happy to see David and Ruben.

"Can we skip the happy family reunions?" Wolfram remarked on seeing David about to run to Ottery, the dark skinned boy blushed, and Ottery glared at Wolfram. He wasn't particularly fond of the little aristocrat.

"Why don't I shove a boot--" Ruben cleared his throat, and with his eyes motioned to the kids. Mouse had his hands over the little girls ears and Pixie was smiling mischievously. Something about the look she was giving him told Ottery she already knew what he had meant to say.

"We're here for a reason, Wolfram." Ruben reminded his hostage. "Who're you're friends?" The blonde haired boy then asked Ottery.

"Friends, nothing. More like minor nuisances. Emphasis on the minor." Ottery said crossing his arms.

"Hey, I'm fourteen. How old are you?" Mouse exclaimed.

"Older." Ottery remarked playing coy, and sticking his tongue out when he thought no one was looking but Mouse.

"By what? Two minutes?" A soft voice called out from the red haired boy's foot.

"Who said that?" Ottery asked.

"Down here genius." A surly squirrel replied.

"Okay, this is just getting weird. Talking squirrels? What next, Moroccan moles?" Wolfram asked, and Ottery was about to reply when Ruben pushed past them all to walk into the shadows.

"How'd you all get in here?" Ottery asked David.

"Wolfram knew a back way in. He doesn't get along very well with his father, so he wasn't all too keen on telling the old man about the back door. He doesn't like you, either, and he thought...maybe...the Baron would just...throw you down here or something. He didn't expect you two would get along so well." David said bashfully.

"Hey, where's the brat?" Ottery asked, meaning Wolfram, but in response he got a kick in the shins. "Ouch. I meant the other one." He exclaimed growling at Pixie who had run to hide behind Mouse again.

"What've you got there?" Michaelangelo asked Ruben, who was staring at the wall hidden in shadows.

"Put some light over here." Ruben asked.

"I'm going to get that prat before he..." Ottery said, about to run out the door. Not that he knew where it was in the mostly darkened chamber. But details could wait.

"Ottery. C'mon. He's probably off getting the thugs. We don't have much time!" Ruben exclaimed, ever the voice of reason.

"LUMOS!" Ottery howled angrily pointing his wand at Ruben. A giant bright flash blinded Mouse and Pixie who were in the way of the beam, they covered their eyes and complained loudly. David gasped. Michaelangelo smiled and Ruben looked in awe at the giant mural.

"Is that? Is that an otter?" Ottery asked, about a hieroglyph on the wall.

"Looks like a ferret to me." Pixie exclaimed, and Ottery stuck his tongue out at her.

"Nope, that's a gopher." Mouse exclaimed sure of his answer.

"You're all wrong, it's clearly a squirrel," Michaelangelo corrected.

"A moroccan mole?" David asked not so sure.

But Ruben was not looking at the hieroglyph as much as he was looking at the figure of the sun around which were four jade scarabs of varying colors. A red one, a yellow one, a green one, and a blue one.

"Why isn't this stuff ever easy?" Ottery complained.

"It's the red one Ottery," David replied soflty, taking the boys hand in his.

"Oh." Ottery answered, a little surprised. Dumbledore had mentioned that then, likely he had been thinking about something else when Old Wulfric had said that. He blushed to think what it was his mind had been on at the time. It hadn't been chocolate.

*

It was Vanilla, so you all get your minds right out of the gutter right now!

*Teddy snickering*
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Peppy, you're evil. I always look forward to your posts *pouts* but I'm glad to hear you're doing so well with your story. Tell me here when...
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Lissy...*asks to wait*
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Princess T, I'm loving your story...and I already finished my Percy story and posted it tonight...FYI...uhm, last I voted and checked Lissy was in the lead.

My money's on Lissy to win.
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Si...I always post for you.

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Lottie

You're so sweet. Post here when you have an update, okay, just like Peppy. I'm off to read your fic, I haven't had a chance to post but I think I'm all caught up. You need to stop posting everyday gimme a breather...

and life sucks. I hate it.

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LissyLove *runs crying and glomps forever* I missed chatting with you the other day because of some meanies...and I haven't seen you all weekend cuz I've been on and off because of that Percy story and *sniffles* and *sniffles* and I've missed you

and there's lots of meanies on SS and I don't wanna play anymore. *crying*
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To everyone: You all, always make me feel better though, thank you. That's why I'm always hiding out in the fic section. Y'all are the bestests EVER! *glomps you all*

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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	I thinks its going to be a long long time...before I finish this fic...sighs Paris & Kellybear r luv :Read Otty 's fics:Gone With the Wind:I♥Rupert "You two again?" Ottery exclaimed as his wandlight fell on the two young thieves he had met earlier. Tomb raiders they clearly were, but that was just a polite way of saying they stole for a living. Just the same he could hardly judge, but then again he was doing for a good cause. He just didn't know what that cause was, yet. "Its a small world but really, twice in one day?" Ottery was thinking to himself. Didn't he have enough of brats with his sister? The older red haired boy made to go for his wand. "I wouldn't if I were you. I mean, I've already got mine out. You're not Wyatt Earp." Ottery said sagely, a self satisfied smile on his face. "What are you doing here?" The little girl asked angrily, before Mouse could say anything. "Grave robbing same as you two." Ottery said, smiling meanly. "We're not thieves!" The red haired boy named Mouse exclaimed, a little annoyed at the moniker Ottery seemed obstinate on placing on them. "Yeah, well I'm sure in your reality pigs fly too. But out here in the real world..." The young girl walked up to Ottery and kicked him on the shin before he could finish his statement. "Ouch! What is your problem, midget?" Ottery exclaimed, hopping around on one leg. "Meddling, prats like you," she exclaimed her hands on her hips, a pout on her face. "Meddling? You little troublemaker." Ottery made to grab her, and she screamed and ran to hide behind the redhaired boy. "Let me at her, the little imp." "Look, what are you after? We can all help each other out and the sooner we can get out of here, the better it is for all of us. I doubt very much you're friends of the Baron." Mouse said sagely, holding Ottery back. "He's not such a bad guy once you get to know him." Ottery replied, looking at the boy, smiling guiltily. The Baron had been kind with his firewhiskey, it was hard not to like someone who was so easy with their drink. "Another fan." A voice remarked bitterly. Ottery turned to look. It was the younger Wolfram, and his two best friends. "Hey!" Ottery exclaimed, happy to see David and Ruben. "Can we skip the happy family reunions?" Wolfram remarked on seeing David about to run to Ottery, the dark skinned boy blushed, and Ottery glared at Wolfram. He wasn't particularly fond of the little aristocrat. "Why don't I shove a boot--" Ruben cleared his throat, and with his eyes motioned to the kids. Mouse had his hands over the little girls ears and Pixie was smiling mischievously. Something about the look she was giving him told Ottery she already knew what he had meant to say. "We're here for a reason, Wolfram." Ruben reminded his hostage. "Who're you're friends?" The blonde haired boy then asked Ottery. "Friends, nothing. More like minor nuisances. Emphasis on the minor." Ottery said crossing his arms. "Hey, I'm fourteen. How old are you?" Mouse exclaimed. "Older." Ottery remarked playing coy, and sticking his tongue out when he thought no one was looking but Mouse. "By what? Two minutes?" A soft voice called out from the red haired boy's foot. "Who said that?" Ottery asked. "Down here genius." A surly squirrel replied. "Okay, this is just getting weird. Talking squirrels? What next, Moroccan moles?" Wolfram asked, and Ottery was about to reply when Ruben pushed past them all to walk into the shadows. "How'd you all get in here?" Ottery asked David. "Wolfram knew a back way in. He doesn't get along very well with his father, so he wasn't all too keen on telling the old man about the back door. He doesn't like you, either, and he thought...maybe...the Baron would just...throw you down here or something. He didn't expect you two would get along so well." David said bashfully. "Hey, where's the brat?" Ottery asked, meaning Wolfram, but in response he got a kick in the shins. "Ouch. I meant the other one." He exclaimed growling at Pixie who had run to hide behind Mouse again. "What've you got there?" Michaelangelo asked Ruben, who was staring at the wall hidden in shadows. "Put some light over here." Ruben asked. "I'm going to get that prat before he..." Ottery said, about to run out the door. Not that he knew where it was in the mostly darkened chamber. But details could wait. "Ottery. C'mon. He's probably off getting the thugs. We don't have much time!" Ruben exclaimed, ever the voice of reason. "LUMOS!" Ottery howled angrily pointing his wand at Ruben. A giant bright flash blinded Mouse and Pixie who were in the way of the beam, they covered their eyes and complained loudly. David gasped. Michaelangelo smiled and Ruben looked in awe at the giant mural. "Is that? Is that an otter?" Ottery asked, about a hieroglyph on the wall. "Looks like a ferret to me." Pixie exclaimed, and Ottery stuck his tongue out at her. "Nope, that's a gopher." Mouse exclaimed sure of his answer. "You're all wrong, it's clearly a squirrel," Michaelangelo corrected. "A moroccan mole?" David asked not so sure. But Ruben was not looking at the hieroglyph as much as he was looking at the figure of the sun around which were four jade scarabs of varying colors. A red one, a yellow one, a green one, and a blue one. "Why isn't this stuff ever easy?" Ottery complained. "It's the red one Ottery," David replied soflty, taking the boys hand in his. "Oh." Ottery answered, a little surprised. Dumbledore had mentioned that then, likely he had been thinking about something else when Old Wulfric had said that. He blushed to think what it was his mind had been on at the time. It hadn't been chocolate. * It was Vanilla, so you all get your minds right out of the gutter right now! Teddy snickering * Peppy, you're evil. I always look forward to your posts pouts but I'm glad to hear you're doing so well with your story. Tell me here when... * Lissy...asks to wait * Princess T, I'm loving your story...and I already finished my Percy story and posted it tonight...FYI...uhm, last I voted and checked Lissy was in the lead. My money's on Lissy to win. * Si...I always post for you. * Lottie You're so sweet. Post here when you have an update, okay, just like Peppy. I'm off to read your fic, I haven't had a chance to post but I think I'm all caught up. You need to stop posting everyday gimme a breather... and life sucks. I hate it. * LissyLove runs crying and glomps forever I missed chatting with you the other day because of some meanies...and I haven't seen you all weekend cuz I've been on and off because of that Percy story and sniffles and sniffles and I've missed you and there's lots of meanies on SS and I don't wanna play anymore. crying * To everyone: You all, always make me feel better though, thank you. That's why I'm always hiding out in the fic section. Y'all are the bestests EVER! glomps you all __________________