SenoritaMaxie: I remind you of yourself? 
You're too cute, I don't write as much or as well. 
but I love the compliment. Quote:
For some reason, I can't see anyone getting the better of Draco, not where comebacks are concerned. Or maybe it's just that the Draco I write - and read extensively - is phenomenal with sarcasm?
I can't say I'm familiar with your Draco, I'm reading The Second Road to Death and that deals with the marauders remember? 
Which is a cool story you all should read yo! So I'm not sure how you write Draco but this is Draco upset after fighting with Harry, it's also Draco the third year, and it's also uhm, Alex Storm who is waaaaaaaaaaaaay older than Draco 
and that's all your getting from me on that. 
So as ingeniously sarcastic as you could write him Alex would always be wittier having read Pope and Swift and well when you're that old you're that wise. 
I'm sure I'd love your Draco though ... sounds like my Blaise Zabini. Connie: ever faithful, ever present Conners. I'm glad you like my characterizations, though I know they're uniquely mine. I just try to remember that Neville is a bit of a nebbish but knowing what he grows up to be ... well ... oh and I was channeling my Neville from Love's Whimsical where he had alchemic abilities ... which may or may not appear here
Droo: I know ... my muse is very fickle, but she's also out of practice which is why I've been trying to post a little everyday. She needs to get back on the horse ... and I never abandon a story if I can help it.
I appreciate you all still reading my story. I know I have not been that faithful to it, personal problems, but I intend to write it and make it epic and awesome, you all give me your precious time and I intend not to let it be squandered. So, thank you and here's another post.
On an entirely seperate and random note, I just came from seeing How to train your dragon and while I hate 3D, the movie was brilliant you all should see it. I'm crushing on Hiccup now 
Expect fanart x2 
You'll remember my spy I hope dear readers because that's where we are going again.
As the airship Starry Night flew over Cardiff, the city seemed happy and content brightly lit and busy, the cloudy night reflecting on the puddles and the wet streets as a soft quiet rain passed not dampening the town's spirits on a celebratory Friday night. Music could be heard coming from some locales, the sounds of the football matches could be heard as well as the cheering or the booing when the doors flung open at the pubs. The same however could not be said of the airship Starry Night hidden amidst the clouds over the city.
"It's looks like lightning tonight mate. This drizzles gonna turn ugly, from the looks of that dark cloud," a man told his friend as they walked down to catch a cab and start their evening's entertainment.
His companion looked up. Sure enough, a cloud in the distance would light up and then darken again, but there was something funny about it, like there was a silhouette of something or other.
"Funny thing is ... there's lightning but no thunder." He shrugged and they hailed a cab. He hadn't told his mate that he also thought it funny that every time the lightning flashed he could swear he was seeing a silhouette of a zeppelin with sails.
Meanwhile, things aboard the Starry Night were less than celebratory. The ship was aflame, the helium leaking fast from it and every instant coming ever closer to the sails which were the only thing keeping her aloft even now.
"If we crash amidst the muggles sir, I can't begin to tell you the disaster that will be for the organization, sir. The great high commander will be most displeased," the officious midshipman explained to the captain as the round short white bearded man looked around at his crew running to and fro on the ship's deck trying to stop the fires with magic and trying desperately to repair the balloon.
"How could this even happen? This is a magical ship, we've got defenses!"
"Perhaps if you'd listened to me before captain when I'd suggested that we ..."
"Midshipman Andrews!" the captain commanded.
"Yes sir?"
"May I see your firearm?"
"Why yes sir." The midshipman replied careful to hand it over with the safety on and handle first. "You'll find sir that it is up to regulation standards and ..."
BANG!
"Odious toad. Get him off my deck and someone stop those blasted fires! We don't need the muggles anymore than we need the bloody Ministry of Magic finding out about the existence of the organization. I don't need to tell you all, we'll be as dead Midshipman Andrews and a lot less swiftly or mercifully," the captain remarked gruffly. He needed something strong but now was not the time. First he had to save his ship and then ... he'd send out the hellhounds after whoever was on his ship. If a spy survived he'd be just as dead and he alone as no one else was responsible for what went on his ship.
"You don't seriously think you're going to stop me do you?" the man asked. "A boy like you? What are you, twelve, thirteen?" the pepper and salt haired man asked condescendingly. "Go on back home boy before I send you there in pieces." The man turned away from him.
Wolf Hunter watched him. The old rogue in his resplendent dress robes, something like a muggle tuxedo. He was smoking, which is why he had walked up to the roof of the building, it seemed even in the wizarding world the disgusting habit was frowned upon. Of course, none of this was a mystery to Wolf. He always studied his marks before he went in for the kill.
Rodolphus Agamemnon Aerope, the dossier read,
a stolen magical artifacts tycoon, whose fortunes were laundered through his legitimate but failing magic carpet and rare pet shop businesses. Rodolphus has a penchant for stealing, which began in his childhood, an affinity for valuable priceless objects which he hoarded like a dragon sometimes acquiring objects and switching them with counterfeits at least when dealing with muggle clients. He was watched around the clock by bodyguards, at his wife's insistence, she being a partner in his illicit businesses, and a thief of world renown herself, see Amanda Waller separate dossier.
For weeks now Wolf had been watching his movements and learning his patterns and habits. It was in this way that he had come to know Rodolphus and his insatiable habit or rather addiction and was now using it to his advantage. He had jumped, in wolf form from a separate roof, rather than crash the party and be recognized on finding the man alone. It was now in this instant that weeks of hard work would pay off handsomely.
"You still here, brat?" the man asked.
Something about the look in Wolf's eyes unnerved the man. His beautiful eyes which reflected the moonlight perfectly, with a cold distance. A chill ran up the old rogue's spine.
"Do I know you from somewhere or something?" He flicked the butt at the boy and with his other hand made to grab his wand, but Wolf was quicker.
"
Expelliarmus!"
The wand flew out of the man's hands off the rooftop to the ground thirty stories below. It would be a while before it clattered to the ground.
"Who sent you? Look, I can pay you more than they're giving you. What is it you want, gold, jewels? Is this what you're after?" He made to take something from out of his jacket.
"
Avada Kedavra!" the boy replied.
Something fell on the graveled roof, as a green flash fired and the man followed his wand.
Wolf looked over the edge of the building. People were gathering already. There would be nothing to connect him to the death. He kicked something on the ground, looked and bent down to pick it up. It was a brooch. Silver with pearls, the crest in the center was clearly Ravenclaw, a Hogwarts house. From the looks of it old. He pocketed it and hearing footsteps coming up the stairs he ran to the other edge of the rooftop.
A wolf bounded away into the night, running and jumping from rooftop to rooftop.