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You'll be waiting a long time then Connie, PM me about it and I'll tell you why. Otherwise, let's move on shall we?


Honestly, to answer your questions, I don't know if Dumbledore summoned them. It does indeed have everything to do with Ottery stealing the painting And, no. They were in Egypt, if you remember to pick up Seamus and Dean because it was just then that Ottery had found out that Blaise had taken over his operation leaving him without working operatives. You have to remember Neville and Colin are still tied up at the museum, the security guards took them to be a live exhibit and just ignore them. They live on the kindness and foodstuffs that gallery viewers leave behind. Okay so I have to write them into the story somewhere down the line that's a dangling plot thread if ever


Honestly, Connie, I keep me thinking too, of new ways to write myself out of these elaborate mazes that I make up for myself My plots are too labyrinthine. I fool and boggle even myself. Which is probably the best way to write ... so here's some more Connie me lass, and I hope you like it arrgh

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Seamus and Dean were sitting next to each other, leaning on each others shoulders for support, really, smiling and laughing as they watched Teddy dancing around the dance floor with Tiffany, who giggled wildly and seemed more prone to accept Teddy's forward advances, which ironically enough Teddy was not attempting. It seemed the more butterbeers Teddy had the more like a gentleman he behaved and the more friendly Tiffany became towards him.

"Seamus?"

"Yes, Dean?"

"I love you, man," the black boy said.

Seamus hiccupped. "'S'funny, cuz I love you too, hic," he replied and they clinked glasses together and laughed, watching the private party unfold. Clucky and Ottery sat together at the bar, along with a handsome young bartender named Johan who spoke only Swedish and smiled a lot, so between them they were discussing three different things.

Suddenly, from the doorway a blue haired, blue eyed boy walked in smiling, and walked over to Teddy and Tiffany.

"Excuse me, would you mind if I cut in?" he asked.

To which Teddy replied by taking out his wand.

"I thought as much," Conrad replied.

Standing behind Teddy were three other men holding wands to the boy's head.

"Now, wait a minute," Tiffany objected.

"I just wanted a friendly dance," Conrad said.

Clucky, Ottery, Johan, Seamus and Dean all stood up and were on the dance floor in seconds. Clucky was juggling a few eggs, Johan feverishly polished a glass while the others had their wands at the ready, except Dean who couldn't stop laughing at the whole situation. Seamus patted him on the back and said, "We've got it covered, mate, if you want to sit this one out."

"What? Are you crazy? I was going to ask the chicken for a dance!"

"It's all right," Tiffany said, "And you three will put those wands down before I put them away for you, somewhere you might not like." The girl did not threaten lightly but they didn't know her. At a nod from Conrad though, they did as ordered.

Ottery nodded too, to the bandstand and the band leader started playing, I say a little prayer.

"I never took you for a romantic, Ottery!" Conrad exclaimed.

Before the boy knew what was going on, Ottery had his hand and an arm around his waist. "It wasn't for you and Tiffany, you tuat, it was for you and me. Now let's see how good you can dance."

"What the?!"

"It's a dancing legs jinx if you don't go along with me."

Before he could let go, Dean had blasted Conrad's feet. Laughing, he disarmed the other three wizards with Expelliarmus and he'd ordered the band leader to start playing, Copacabana.

"Look, Conrad, you're not such a bad dancer, but the truth is, you're not my type. What I want to know is what the devil your problem is? You keep trying to steal things I've already stolen and now you're trying to steal my employees? What's up with that?" Ottery asked.

"Ottery, you're an idiot!"

"Maybe, but I have more powerful friends than you do powerful clients, so why don't we make a deal? You and me. Do you know how to Cha-Cha, by the way?"

Conrad fumed at the indignity while Teddy corralled his men, and Seamus and Dean joined the other boys dancing. Tiffany rolled her eyes and the Swede and Clucky went back to the bar to watch the craziness unfold.

"I swear if Lola shows up, I wouldn't be surprised," the Swede said, to which Clucky replied, "I should pelt them all with eggs, I should. Crazy lot."

"What do you have in mind, Ottery?" Conrad asked after Ottery had dipped him expertly.

"Well, you tell me who you're working for, I tell you what I'm doing, and we come to some kind of accord, no? Something mutually beneficial. All parties leave happy. I don't know ... every now and then I need the services of a good thief myself. And you ... well ..."

"There's always a need for a bungling idiot like you, yes I understand," Conrad replied. "Very well, let's talk."

Seamus and Dean spun around them in a closer embrace, Dean giggling nervously, "So Seamus," he said nodding to their dance floor companions, "Is this what they mean by politics makes for strange bedfellows?"

Seamus smiled at his mate and spun him once more around the dance floor.



I do feel better Kellybear and thank you for saving this part of the story. I really don't know where we're going to be going anymore I'm just going to go crazy with this story and throw a lot of romance in it and action adventure in whatever order seems best Enjoy!