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OtterySt.Catchpole · 03-23-2010, 10:44 PM

American woman stay away from me
American woman mama let me be
Don't come a hanging around my door I don't want to see your face no more ...
American Woman by the Guess Who

"There's someone aboard the ship who shouldn't be here, sir," the midshipman exclaimed.

"Oh?" The captain asked perplexed.

"The ships weight, sir. It's off by a few hundred kilos. Just enough that it's one person's weight."

"You keep track of this?"

"Sir, I put a spell on Starry Night, sir."

The Captain did not know what to make of such an industrious midshipman. Where he to punish him for his being so up on his duties it would be demoralizing and punishing him for making the captain look a fool would only make the captain look a bigger oaf. He would have to find another means of avenging himself.

Elsewhere aboard the Starry Night, a spy cautiously walked, wand at the ready through the ships cargo hold. Exactly what it was that the professor wanted he did not know, but rare and dangerous magical artifacts had gone missing lately and someone was going to a lot of trouble to make it look like simple vandalism or outright arson to cover their tracks and they had done a good job of it ... but no one could be invisible or impossible to find forever despite their best efforts. And through judicious eavesdropping because no one would talk out of a great fear, not coaxing, bribing or threatening.

It didn't help any that his mind was occupied with the escapee from Azkaban.

He walked gracefully and silently lopping around the large boxes and items strapped down in the airships cargo hold. The Starry Night did not belong to the Death Eaters as he had first suspected but rather it was the property of the shadow group calling itself Atlas, when it didn't refer to itself as The Shadow Group or the Hellfire Club or by any other myriad number of pseudonyms. They were all one group, though each division seemed to have it's own designation. The better to thwart snoops, the Ministry of Magic, and law enforcement agencies across the globe. They had their hands in everything, from simple muggle racketeering to theft and sales of magical artifacts and forbidden spells.

What exactly was their end game concerning whatever secrets the professor knew, the spy did not know. Greater matters were at hand than he knew or was being told about. Just the same he was happy to help ... even if it was the kind of help that meant risking your life.

He stopped and saw a chest. Opening it just to inspect the contents he saw it filled with jewels, gold, precious stones. For a second he stopped and stared. Such pretty things seldom came across his line of sight, and he was not in a very secure situation financially. If he took one stone or a few coins, they'd never miss them ... and he would be able to take care of himself for a good while on the money. He could sense no spell guarding it. Just a few ... if he could but pocket a few.

Still, it was stolen money, or payment for dirty deeds. There was blood on that treasure as pretty as it was ... and profiting by stealing from treasure that was already tainted ...

The oval steel cargo hold door opened.

He slammed the lid shut harder than he'd wanted. Oh but to have an invisibility cloak right now.

♥

Play us a song we can slow dance on
we want to hug each other
Play us a groove so we hardly move
just let our hearts be together ... oh baby cuz it feels so good when we're close like this whisper in my ear and let me steal a kiss ...

Touch me when we're dancing by Karen "Greatest singer to ever live" Carpenter

*Otty cries* one cuz Kelly's not here so I can't dance with her and two cuz I miss Karen *cries*

"You're a daft oaf," Draco exclaimed angrily. He turned his back, his cloak flapping its wearer's disdain.

"That may be so," the red haired boy replied politely, "but by comparison to you I'm a genius." He had delivered it with all the calm and gentility that Draco had not, blustering with anger and the affected affrontery of the wealthy.

"Pedant!"

"Ogre snot."

The gryffindors, and Hufflepuffs in the hallway laughed at that. Storm turned his attention back to the book he was reading, ignoring everyone's snickering and Draco's mounting rage.

Draco, who could not stomach public humiliation in the slightest and could control his rage even less, especially after a run in with Harry, took out his wand and fired off a spell. With a swiftness that defied logic, Storm had deflected the spell. Except that the blast had not hit anything.

The grey haired cat watched him. The boy's wand hand was empty. He was holding nothing in it and his other hand still held the book. Storm shut the book one-handedly and set the book down on his bench and stood up.

"Go away Draco before I get ..."

The Slytherin foolishly fired another spell and this time the boy knocked it down to the floor with a spell from his wand.

"If you want a duel," and again Draco fired another spell. The Slytherin was obviously not in a talkative mood. This time Storm ducked and Neville, who had been standing behind him, sneezed violently. Storm turned to look. Poor Neville had gotten the pepper blast full on his face. The boy started sneezing uncontrollably. "Fine!" Storm said angrily.

Ginny was trying to hold Neville back, his sneezes were becoming more and more violent causing him to slam into the wall.

"I don't think we want to be here," Luna said.

"I think you're right," Calliope standing next to her said. She grabbed the Ravenclaw girl by the arm and pulled her away.

"Hey what's going on, Gin?" Ron asked walking up. Standing next to him Ottery was on cloud nine, then suddenly seeing the look on Storm's face he grabbed the red haired boy and pushed him out of the hall and then came back for Ginny and Neville.

"Otts what the devil?" Ron complained as they were all suddenly knocked down by the power of a concussion blast.

♥

"Mr. Filch was not happy, Mr. Storm. Having to retrieve students from the roof of a lower tower. It isn't easy work. Mr. Filch can't ride a broom and he's not fond of rock climbing," the Headmaster scolded good naturedly.

Fawkes cried out as if agreeing.

Storm could see the twinkle in Dumbledore's eye and swallowed his question, already knowing the answer to his queery. "Why hadn't one of the teachers just levitated him into the castle?"

"I see you've caught the angle of my argument, but that still does not excuse your actions. You know perfectly well that your powers are vastly stronger than most students and even some professor's here." Professor Dumbledore stood up and started pacing around his desk.

"I do know that sir, it's just ... Draco attacked me, unprovoked. He'd slammed into my book while I was reading and ... then trying to hit me he'd hit Neville and ... and ... it's so difficult being a human and Calliope won't talk to me and ... that stupid cat ... I didn't mean to lose the brooch," Storm was not happy. He glanced at the floor unable to look at the professor in the face, ashamed at his human weaknesses. Being in a human form gave him so many different human feelings and it overwhelmed him sometimes. His nature did not lend itself to being so open about his feelings and thoughts. A tear rolled down his eye.

"What's done is done, Mr. Storm. You should not worry so much about things that can't be helped. In future we will have opportunity to rectify our mistakes," Professor Dumbledore said, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder.

"What mistakes have you made, sir?" the boy asked innocently, his curiosity getting the better of his judgement.

With that Dumbledore merely smiled, "Have a peppermint pop, they give you ice breath for a few minutes. They're actually quite good too."

Storm walked out of Professor Dumbledore's office, unscathed and without detention but not without a sliver of sadness to tinge his good luck. Calliope was still not talking to him, and he didn't know what he'd done to make her angry. All he wanted to do was ... well, there had been happier times in their adventures.

"Dance with me, Storm," she'd said.

"What? I can't ... I don't know how you humans do it. Besides, there's no music."

"So long as your heart beats there's music," she'd said and taken his hands in her hands and she'd hummed a pretty song.

Storm looked around as he walked out of the gargoyle's way and the stone beast settled itself back in front of the hidden stairway. Calliope was nowhere to be seen.

Meanwhile back in the Headmaster's office a figure walked out of the shadows and petted Fawkes.

"Oh Fawkes," he exclaimed swinging his hand trying to soothe the burn. Never pet a burning phoenix.

"I called you back because I need you to keep an eye on him. He's young and he needs friends. I was hoping ..."

"I know, I know. I'm totally familiar with the whole too much power and not enough experience scenerio," the boy replied. "I'll watch him for ya boss."

Dumbledore nodded and handed him the bowl of peppermint pops. He had an affinity for candy.

03-23-2010, 10:44 PM	#66 (permalink)
OtterySt.Catchpole SS Featured Artist DA Poet Rupert is My Man! SS100 Triumphant Aethonan Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: The Wicked House Posts: 18,910 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ottery St. Catchpole Gryffindor Third Year	Replies later kiddies but I appreciate the love and that you're all still here ... Paris & Kellybear r luv :Read Otty 's fics:Gone With the Wind:I♥Rupert American woman stay away from me American woman mama let me be Don't come a hanging around my door I don't want to see your face no more ... American Woman by the Guess Who "There's someone aboard the ship who shouldn't be here, sir," the midshipman exclaimed. "Oh?" The captain asked perplexed. "The ships weight, sir. It's off by a few hundred kilos. Just enough that it's one person's weight." "You keep track of this?" "Sir, I put a spell on Starry Night, sir." The Captain did not know what to make of such an industrious midshipman. Where he to punish him for his being so up on his duties it would be demoralizing and punishing him for making the captain look a fool would only make the captain look a bigger oaf. He would have to find another means of avenging himself. Elsewhere aboard the Starry Night, a spy cautiously walked, wand at the ready through the ships cargo hold. Exactly what it was that the professor wanted he did not know, but rare and dangerous magical artifacts had gone missing lately and someone was going to a lot of trouble to make it look like simple vandalism or outright arson to cover their tracks and they had done a good job of it ... but no one could be invisible or impossible to find forever despite their best efforts. And through judicious eavesdropping because no one would talk out of a great fear, not coaxing, bribing or threatening. It didn't help any that his mind was occupied with the escapee from Azkaban. He walked gracefully and silently lopping around the large boxes and items strapped down in the airships cargo hold. The Starry Night did not belong to the Death Eaters as he had first suspected but rather it was the property of the shadow group calling itself Atlas, when it didn't refer to itself as The Shadow Group or the Hellfire Club or by any other myriad number of pseudonyms. They were all one group, though each division seemed to have it's own designation. The better to thwart snoops, the Ministry of Magic, and law enforcement agencies across the globe. They had their hands in everything, from simple muggle racketeering to theft and sales of magical artifacts and forbidden spells. What exactly was their end game concerning whatever secrets the professor knew, the spy did not know. Greater matters were at hand than he knew or was being told about. Just the same he was happy to help ... even if it was the kind of help that meant risking your life. He stopped and saw a chest. Opening it just to inspect the contents he saw it filled with jewels, gold, precious stones. For a second he stopped and stared. Such pretty things seldom came across his line of sight, and he was not in a very secure situation financially. If he took one stone or a few coins, they'd never miss them ... and he would be able to take care of himself for a good while on the money. He could sense no spell guarding it. Just a few ... if he could but pocket a few. Still, it was stolen money, or payment for dirty deeds. There was blood on that treasure as pretty as it was ... and profiting by stealing from treasure that was already tainted ... The oval steel cargo hold door opened. He slammed the lid shut harder than he'd wanted. Oh but to have an invisibility cloak right now. ♥ Play us a song we can slow dance on we want to hug each other Play us a groove so we hardly move just let our hearts be together ... oh baby cuz it feels so good when we're close like this whisper in my ear and let me steal a kiss ... Touch me when we're dancing by Karen "Greatest singer to ever live" Carpenter Otty cries one cuz Kelly's not here so I can't dance with her and two cuz I miss Karen cries "You're a daft oaf," Draco exclaimed angrily. He turned his back, his cloak flapping its wearer's disdain. "That may be so," the red haired boy replied politely, "but by comparison to you I'm a genius." He had delivered it with all the calm and gentility that Draco had not, blustering with anger and the affected affrontery of the wealthy. "Pedant!" "Ogre snot." The gryffindors, and Hufflepuffs in the hallway laughed at that. Storm turned his attention back to the book he was reading, ignoring everyone's snickering and Draco's mounting rage. Draco, who could not stomach public humiliation in the slightest and could control his rage even less, especially after a run in with Harry, took out his wand and fired off a spell. With a swiftness that defied logic, Storm had deflected the spell. Except that the blast had not hit anything. The grey haired cat watched him. The boy's wand hand was empty. He was holding nothing in it and his other hand still held the book. Storm shut the book one-handedly and set the book down on his bench and stood up. "Go away Draco before I get ..." The Slytherin foolishly fired another spell and this time the boy knocked it down to the floor with a spell from his wand. "If you want a duel," and again Draco fired another spell. The Slytherin was obviously not in a talkative mood. This time Storm ducked and Neville, who had been standing behind him, sneezed violently. Storm turned to look. Poor Neville had gotten the pepper blast full on his face. The boy started sneezing uncontrollably. "Fine!" Storm said angrily. Ginny was trying to hold Neville back, his sneezes were becoming more and more violent causing him to slam into the wall. "I don't think we want to be here," Luna said. "I think you're right," Calliope standing next to her said. She grabbed the Ravenclaw girl by the arm and pulled her away. "Hey what's going on, Gin?" Ron asked walking up. Standing next to him Ottery was on cloud nine, then suddenly seeing the look on Storm's face he grabbed the red haired boy and pushed him out of the hall and then came back for Ginny and Neville. "Otts what the devil?" Ron complained as they were all suddenly knocked down by the power of a concussion blast. ♥ "Mr. Filch was not happy, Mr. Storm. Having to retrieve students from the roof of a lower tower. It isn't easy work. Mr. Filch can't ride a broom and he's not fond of rock climbing," the Headmaster scolded good naturedly. Fawkes cried out as if agreeing. Storm could see the twinkle in Dumbledore's eye and swallowed his question, already knowing the answer to his queery. "Why hadn't one of the teachers just levitated him into the castle?" "I see you've caught the angle of my argument, but that still does not excuse your actions. You know perfectly well that your powers are vastly stronger than most students and even some professor's here." Professor Dumbledore stood up and started pacing around his desk. "I do know that sir, it's just ... Draco attacked me, unprovoked. He'd slammed into my book while I was reading and ... then trying to hit me he'd hit Neville and ... and ... it's so difficult being a human and Calliope won't talk to me and ... that stupid cat ... I didn't mean to lose the brooch," Storm was not happy. He glanced at the floor unable to look at the professor in the face, ashamed at his human weaknesses. Being in a human form gave him so many different human feelings and it overwhelmed him sometimes. His nature did not lend itself to being so open about his feelings and thoughts. A tear rolled down his eye. "What's done is done, Mr. Storm. You should not worry so much about things that can't be helped. In future we will have opportunity to rectify our mistakes," Professor Dumbledore said, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder. "What mistakes have you made, sir?" the boy asked innocently, his curiosity getting the better of his judgement. With that Dumbledore merely smiled, "Have a peppermint pop, they give you ice breath for a few minutes. They're actually quite good too." Storm walked out of Professor Dumbledore's office, unscathed and without detention but not without a sliver of sadness to tinge his good luck. Calliope was still not talking to him, and he didn't know what he'd done to make her angry. All he wanted to do was ... well, there had been happier times in their adventures. "Dance with me, Storm," she'd said. "What? I can't ... I don't know how you humans do it. Besides, there's no music." "So long as your heart beats there's music," she'd said and taken his hands in her hands and she'd hummed a pretty song. Storm looked around as he walked out of the gargoyle's way and the stone beast settled itself back in front of the hidden stairway. Calliope was nowhere to be seen. Meanwhile back in the Headmaster's office a figure walked out of the shadows and petted Fawkes. "Oh Fawkes," he exclaimed swinging his hand trying to soothe the burn. Never pet a burning phoenix. "I called you back because I need you to keep an eye on him. He's young and he needs friends. I was hoping ..." "I know, I know. I'm totally familiar with the whole too much power and not enough experience scenerio," the boy replied. "I'll watch him for ya boss." Dumbledore nodded and handed him the bowl of peppermint pops. He had an affinity for candy. __________________