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OtterySt.Catchpole · 11-15-2006, 05:18 AM

Flying was not one of Ottery’s inherent abilities, and neither was it the teddy bears regardless of his being magically alive. So Ottery and Teddy fell to their untimely deaths…

*Ottery interrupts* No we didn’t.

*Narrator replies* Well it would have been more exciting if you two fell to your deaths and died. It has more drama.

*Teddy* You want maybe I should murderate him?

*Ottery holding Teddy back replies to the Narrator* Stick to the story wouldja?

Narrator: Fine, but my way would have been infinitely more dramatic…

Flying without a broom was not in a wizard boy’s repertoire of abilities. But Ottery was no ordinary boy, having been born in 1905. Unfortunately, through his carelessness, and by a bizarre turn of circumstance he had been cursed to stay fifteen until he could find a spell to break the curse he was under, but more on that laters.

So, while Ottery had the experience of an old man there was still the obnoxiousness of a teenage boy to contend with. His fond attachment for his enchanted teddy bear, didn’t help matters either. *Teddy fires the cannons at the narrator and the narrator ducks* So, they fell twenty stories, screaming, before Teddy slapped Ottery and reminded him, he could apparate, and five stories closer to the ever nearing concrete they suddenly disappeared.

The boys fell onto the hard concrete floor of a nearby parking lot. Next to them was a black, souped up Model T Ford, The Teddy Mobile. Yellow flames were painted along the sides, it had a retractable rooftop, and on the back where the spare wheel would have gone a rocket tail stuck out. The little bicycle horn attached to the driver’s side had been Ottery’s idea.

“Ow, my a--,” Teddy started.

Ottery coughed loudly to remind the little bear that he was there but it was no use, the little bruin was off, cursing up a storm.

“The cars right bloody there! You couldn’t have maybe apparated us like two feet over to the right!”

“Look Teddy I’m sorry. Falling from a high rise tends to mess with my concentration a little, okay?”

“You’re an idiot! I should just kill you know,” Teddy called out.

“Yeah, I’d like to see you try,” Ottery yelled back, sitting on the hard concrete, and wishing he’d transfigured the ground into pillows.

“Would you?” Teddy exclaimed opening the side door of the four-seater and taking out a canon barrel.

“You wouldn’t?” Ottery asked, though he knew that Teddy so totally would. Ottery of course had taken the precaution of hiding all the fuses, so Teddy couldn’t light the cannon.

“Dumbledore calling Ottery. Can you hear me Ottery? I mean…that is what you wanted me to say, isn’t it? Funny thing. Sounds like what this chap was saying one time in a muggle film I went to see with an old girlfriend.”

Ottery pushed past Teddy, who was loading a cannonball into the cannon barrel. He opened the front door of the Model T and popped open the glove compartment. There amidst a load of crumpled up speeding tickets Teddy had never paid was the mirror Dumbledore had given him to stay in touch with.

“Yeah, later Wulfric, saving the world here,” Ottery replied dismissively.

“Where you able to find it?” Dumbledore asked unperturbed by the boy’s short remark.

“No, but we found something else even more interesting. Look, I’m going over there … ” Teddy pushed Ottery to the passenger seat and climbed in. “You could say excuse me. Manners, HELLO!” Ottery exclaimed offended. Just then there was the sound of shots echoing in the subterranean parking lot. “Oh, yeah, we’re still in the parking lot of the same building.”

The henchmen had obviously found out where the boys had ended up and had quickly followed them. Hitting the ignition button, the large rocket engine in the back roared on, shattering and blowing out the windows of the car parked behind them.

“I told you, we shouldn’t have parked so close,” Ottery said in his best ‘I told you so’ voice.

“What are you, my mother? Shut up and hold on,” Teddy shot back, to a pouting Ottery.

“We’re coming home Dumbledore,” Ottery remarked.

“I’ll get out the tea things then,” the old wizard replied. “Do be careful Ottery.”

“Aren’t I always?” The boy asked and the old man gave him a crooked smile that asked, “Seriously boy, who are you trying to fool?”

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