46. Tergeo
They were to leave soon, the mission was too important to visit with newlywed Weasleys for long. She was looking through her beaded bag to make sure they would have everything they could possibly need. Her hand settled on something wooden, she pulled out a framed portrait.
“Ah! Finally, some fresh air.” A surly looking gentlemen of around middle age glared at her. “About time, what do you need now?”
She smiled uncertainly and tried to remember anything about the portrait. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”
The portrait laughed, “The mudblood finally botched a spell I see. I was beginning to wonder if you really weren’t adopted by muggles.”
“What does mudblood mean? Doesn’t sound endearing. I take it we weren’t friendly.” She said calmly.
The portrait nodded and said humorlessly, “You seem changed for the better I’d say. I wonder if our dear Headmaster knows about this...”
“He might,” She said, “In either case; he doesn’t need to if he doesn’t already. Does he?”
The portrait smirked, “Indeed.”
She smiled evilly, the man in the portrait shuddered, and spoke, “Tergeo!” The dust on the portrait cleared and it was her turn to smirk at the now glowering old wizard. |