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I can't believe I'm two pages behind.............. Loved both the pages of course, but there's something I need to confess... I'm in love with Freddie...... :lol: Post more, Love, Tina. |
"Fine, Laura but why do I have to be tied up to listen?" the boy asked.To cute! But, yes, he did need tied up! I think a lot of women find that most men don't listen. But, truth be known, we love them anyway! "I like you too, Laura but this isn't how friends play," the boy struggled against the ropes in a futile effort. I love these lines you come up with! It's so fun reading your stories. I love them! I was sure you'd all remember Madison's white cloak Honestly I'm sorry to say I didn't. Forgive me please. I knew when I read it, that it was a clue, but, I was to tired to think. I'll do better when I start getting more sleep. Gotta run. Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary, and Steve is taking me out since he works tomorrow. Have a great day, and good luck with all your writing. Don't overwork yourself, and take time to enjoy life. It's grand! |
otters approves of this message ... mwahahaha no. Mwahahahaha no. Really. Mwahaha Of Blaise Zabini it could never say that he was in love, because his loves were peculiar to say the least. o_0; *Ahem* :whistle: ♥ :lol: Let's start again shall we? ♥ Of Blaise Zabini it could never say that he was in love, because his loves were peculiar to say the least. o_0; *Ahem* :whistle: Everyone knew that Blaise only loved himself, and following that he loved being a witch and after that he had an innate love of money. Art was just something he dabbled in. Still, who and what he wanted were a mystery to everyone. Blaise would not divulge on pain of death what exactly the heist was going to be about. All he would say was that someone prominent in the wizarding world had something someone else wanted dearly and they were willing to pay through the nose to get it. The details were all secret and lost in Zabini's sharp tongued sarcasm. "When the time comes to strike we will," he would say but would not explain further. His smirk hid a lot. Teddy was growing annoyed with waiting and so he decided to tail the boy one day to his home. It was the most boring stake out ever, watching the Zabini's sitting around eating and having civil conversation, after dinner they retired to the living room for cigars and cognac for father, Mother drowned her sorrows and her husbands inattentiveness in cocktails and Blaise merely read. Teddy contemplated throwing a bomb in through the window to liven things up but they all began to retire to bed. Blaise demurred and said he would stay up to finish his chapter, but Teddy knew enough about lying to know when he heard one, as masterfully delivered as that one was. And sure enough, as soon as everyone had retired to bed and the house elves had locked everything in the manor up, the candlelight in the living room still shone but while Blaise's book lay open upside down on the chair, and the boy was nowhere to be seen. Teddy smirked as he took a puff from his cigar. Draco Malfoy couldn't get her out of his head. He was sitting at his desk supposedly writing Pansy Parkinson an owl but the truth of the matter was he kept thinking about Luna Lovegood. "This is absurd," the boy told himself. "I can't keep doing this." He closed his eyes and groaned. "Keep doing what, darling?" Narcissa asked entering the boy's room. "What? Oh, nothing mother ..." Draco said quickly shoving the notes into his desk. ... I'll have to come back to this ... I'm sorry, the children and everything is going crazy. :music:It's the end of the world :music: just started playing and eveyone's gone nuts. |
Somewhere Over The Rainbow Teddy sure likes his bombs. He probably could think of a reason to throw one for any occation or maybe even make an occation if none came to mind. "the children and everything is going crazy" My grandchildren get rowdy before bedtime if their excessivly tired and or sleepy. [:/] In their minds they think we'll think their not tired anymore, and won't put them to bed.:shifty: Hope things calm down for you, and get back on track with your thoughts. Catch ya later.:hello: |
My Dove Chocolate says I should celbrate the small victories in life... And when chocolate speaks, I listen :yes: :music: My baby loves love, my baby loves love. He's got what it takes and he knows how to use it...:music: I L♥VE the Lovefest!! *reads on* |
Old post with a new uhm posting ... yeah. Draco Malfoy couldn't get her out of his head. He was sitting at his desk, supposedly writing Pansy Parkinson an owl but the truth of the matter was he kept thinking about Luna Lovegood. "This is absurd," the boy told himself. "I can't keep doing this." He closed his eyes and groaned. "Keep doing what, darling?" Narcissa asked, entering the boy's room. "What? Oh, nothing, Mother ..." Draco said quickly shoving the notes into his desk. "Don't be silly dear, I saw you working on something." "That's a letter to Grandma," he lied badly. "Oh," Mrs. Malfoy replied. She knew Draco hated his grandmother, the evil dear. Her husbands mother, living in Paris, was a vindictive hag who loved to torment Draco, which was half the reason she thought that Lucius sent him there every summer. Her husband couldn't stomach his own mother. So, why the devil would Draco be writing her a letter? "Be sure to send her my love, dear," she said sweetly. Secretly she was plotting how to get into her son's desk drawer after the boy was out of the room. Perhaps she would get one of the house elves to do it. "I will, Mum," Draco lied again, though with more skill this time. "Mother, I was wondering ... what do you think of the Lovegoods?" "They're a mad lot, bunch of fools, bunglers and probably muggle lovers," she replied quaintly, quickly and succinctly. "Oh," Draco said a little crestfallen. "That's what I thought, it's just ... when I was in Paris a few weeks ago, visiting Grandma," he cringed here, remembering the unhappy occasion and the objects flung in his general direction, "I ran into one of them. Luna Lovegood." "She's not in your year, is she?" "No, Mum, she's a year behind." "Well that's good. Avoid them if you can, Sweetling, nothing good can come of them. But it's bedtime, Snugglebunnies, I came to tuck you in." "I'm going to stay up just a bit longer if that's all right, Mum," the boy replied. "Very well," she kissed him on the cheek. "I'll have Tiberius put out your clothes for tomorrow." "Alright," he said and watched as his mother walked out of the room. He quickly started penning a new, false letter to his grandmother to put in his desk in place of what he had been working on. He well knew Tiberius wouldn't be in his room later that night just to put out his best clothes, he would be doing some spying for Narcissa. He sighed. Mother was so blatantly transparent, wasn't she? He put his thoughts back to his paper. Luna Lovegood had been on his mind a lot recently. He stared down at a sketch of her he had been drawing. The silly girl wore her wand behind her ear. Still, he couldn't help thinking how cute she looked. But, he sighed, his mother would never approve, nor his father. He admonished himself for entertaining such thoughts. But he could not bring himself to destroy the paper, so he took it and hid in his diary, which he hid every night behind the painting of Grandma dancing with a gorilla, the Beatles, and the Queen at a New Year's party. The painting was out in the hall and no one would have suspected Draco had a vault there. That's all for now. I thought I could post more but ... I'm not feeling well, sorry. Replies later, if y'all don't mind. |
Baby, Ottery's the best ... This fic is officially out of control ... :xd: :music: I wasn't lookin' but somehow you found me It tried to hide from your love light But like heaven above me The spy who loved me Is keepin' all my secrets safe tonight And nobody does it better Though sometimes I wish someone could Nobody does it quite the way you do Why'd you have to be so good? :music: They were aboard an airship flying through the skies over Cuba, though why exactly was a mystery to everyone aboard except Ottery, who had commanded that course after leaving Egypt. He was standing around alone on the deck of the ship watching the clear starry night all around them, humming a Karen Carpenter song, keeping to his own thoughts. Tiffany hated seeing him so melancholy but that was almost always his nature. She rolled up her sleeves with every intention of kicking him in the bum after slapping him upside the head and maybe punching him to get him out of his gloom. She was stopped, however, by the sound of a saxophone playing from inside the ballroom of the airship. The doors were wide open, the lights all brightly lit and the room was decorated with beautiful flowers and all manner of beautiful drapery and banners and bows and candles. Distracted, she walked in. The saxophone played beautifully and she was surprised to find a whole band there behind the bandstand. Standing in the middle of the dance floor wearing a tuxedo was Teddy D. Bear and he was sporting a wicked grin. "You're a fool if you think I'm going to fall for this, Teddy D. Bear," she said. "I don't expect a strong, intelligent woman like you to fall for anything, love." Still the grin said otherwise. "Shut up, Teddy," she said and took a glass of bubbly from one of the waiters who walked up to her. "Did Ottery order a ball on the ship, too, or what?" "What?! There's like one girl here, we'd all have to take turns dancing with you because I wouldn't dance with Ottery on a good day. Of course not, this was totally my idea. I'm trying to show you my soft side." Tiffany almost choked on her bubbly but caught herself in time before letting out a loud guffaw that echoed in the dance hall. Dean and Seamus walked in. "Wow, nice set up," Dean said, as Seamus dashed to the buffet table. Dean groaned. "Whatever happened to romance?" Ottery, meanwhile, sang, "Your baby doesn't love you anymore ..." to the night winds. He was missing a certain red haired person and wishing that he could just make things easier. Traveling so much was fun but it also took him away from his friends. He sighed. Life was funny. He wanted to be back in Paris, but there were preparations to be made, and Teddy had asked him to make the trip a little longer than necessary. He doubted Tiffany would fall for the boy's silly antics, but before the night was through, Teddy and Tiffany were dancing a waltz, both of them a little too happy after a few butterbeers. |
"He was missing a certain red haired person and wishing that he could just make things easier." Looking forward to the post where we get to read about this!:whistle: "Art was just something he dabbled in. Still, who and what he wanted were a mystery to everyone. Blaise would not divulge on pain of death what exactly the heist was going to be about. All he would say was that someone prominent in the wizarding world had something someone else wanted dearly and they were willing to pay through the nose to get it." :erm: Was it Ottery and Teddy that Dumbledore summoned to do a very important task? Does this have anything to do with why Ottery stole that painting. And does it have something to do with why they were in Egypt? You always keep me thinking, and I love it.:yes: It appeals to my love of mystery and drama.;) Watching for your next post, and catch ya later.:hello: |
*pets Mungojerrie* I saved the post you were working on in your folder on the desktop, love and I hope you feel better soon. :console: I love the romance but I spotted a few errors, if you want me to beta later. Still, Teddy is such a scoundrel:eyebrows: And "snugglebunnies"? Seriously? :rotfl: I have yet to find a single redeeming quality in Draco save for his taste in girls, but you almost have me believing he could actually :gasp: care about another human being. Before now, I would never have believed it. Now take two of these and a good long nap *gives you medicine and smoochies* |
You gotta wait a minute Mr. Postman ... REPLIES: Quote:
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? :yes: Quote:
Honestly, to answer your questions, I don't know if Dumbledore summoned them. :lol: It does indeed have everything to do with Ottery stealing the painting :yes: 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. :yes: :lol: Okay so I have to write them into the story somewhere down the line :lol: that's a dangling plot thread if ever :lol: Quote:
Honestly, Connie, I keep me thinking too, of new ways to write myself out of these elaborate mazes that I make up for myself :lol: My plots are too labyrinthine. :mwaha: 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 :pirate2: 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 :lol: in whatever order seems best :xd: Enjoy! |
Ottery, I'm sorry your not feeling very well. I'll remember you in my prayers, and follow Kelly's nursing, it looks like she's handing out all the right stuff. The smoochies is the best medicine, you can take them as needed and there's no dosage restrictions. Be well, and post when you feel better. |
Back with more laterz ... and replies too, need pictures of Where the wild things are Hello children, *yawns* as the day wanes so does this story ... it's deviated, and meandered and I feel it has long gone past it's course and now we must set it to going home ... Max misses his mother ... :cry: and this story does too. So we begin the conclusion ... :music:Well, I'm not the kind to live in the past The years run too short and the days too fast The things you lean on Are the things that don't last Well, it's just now And then my line gets cast into these Time passages There's something back here that you left behind Oh, time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight :music: Time passes ever so slowly when it creeps and crawls through the edges of our tired bored minds, making the long hours longer and the days wearier and more filled with time. Except the opposite is true, time passes ever too quickly like sands through our hands flowing down into the abyss of past time. So the days went quickly and the time of the great Chocolate Paris Lover's Day Ball finally came. The day, mind you, not the night and where there's time there's time for mischief. "I can't believe I'm going to this thing," Ron complained to Harry again. "We have to go, we're Ginny and Luna's escorts, and Ottery wanted us there for something," Harry replied as he adjusted his tie. "What I don't get is why he wanted us dressed for the event so early and why he wants us to take that," and here he pointed at something, "with us." "You get the odd feeling, mate, he's trying to use us as bait or something?" Ron asked. Harry merely shrugged and looked at himself in the mirror. Sure, he looked dashing in his best robes but he couldn't understand why Ottery wanted him dressed for it so early. In a room further up and away, Luna and Ginny were done with their hair and were still deciding what accessories would go with their dresses. Much to the boy's chagrin, they were no more ready than the sun was setting early that morning. |
Time passes ever so slowly when it creeps and crawls through the edges of our tired bored minds, making the long hours longer and the days wearier and more filled with time. Except the opposite is true, time passes ever too quickly like sands through our hands flowing down into the abyss of past time. How true, how true! "You get the odd feeling, mate, he's trying to use us as bait or something?" Ron asked. Does Ron have spidy sense?:xd: So we begin the conclusion ... This story is so much fun, it's hard to think of the end coming. But on the other hand, it'll be a great time getting there. Like you said,"where there's time there's time for mischief." Catch ya later.:hello: |
It's elementery my dear, two times two is four ... REPLIES: Connie: Yes indeedy Connie, Ron does have Spidey senses :lol: or not ... or maybe he should? *ponders it* Quote:
"Octavius has of course reached new heights of depravity don't you think old friend?" the boy asked the house elf. "If you say so, sir. I myself have no opinion on the matter, sir,"the house elf answered sarcastically. "Of course you don't, Tiberius," Adam smiled taking a swig of his butterbeer and pushing a glass towards the house elf. "Everything is set, sir. I've contacted our mutual friend, and he in turn seems to have made an arrangement with someone to take care of my master, Octavius Black." "Please don't feel too heartbroken about it," the boy said handing the house elf a handkerchief. "Thank you, sir. I still haven't forgotten that you managed to get my most abhorrent master to give me clothes." "Well, I never much cared for the way he treated you, and you coming to work for me. Well, what more could you ask for?" "Nothing master, I'm happy to serve you. You at least let me wear clothes and treat me with some respect." "Yes, but all of this will have to wait until after tonight." "If I could snap my fingers and make the night come ..." "Tiberius what the devil are you doing?" Octavius's voice yelled from the open doorway. The elf snapped his fingers making his drink disappear. "Nothing master, I was merely entertaining ..." "Entertaining, more like annoying. Get out of here before I flay you or put you on a rack or hang you in the dungeons for a couple of months." Octavius threatened. As Tiberius walked out he got a kick that sent him flying to the ground. "Stupid elf," Octavius complained. "I'm so sorry, sir," the elf said and got up and walked off ot the kitchen careful to hide his smirk. Time was running out for his master. That's all for now ... with any luck I'll be back before night's end .. |
So, if Ron did have Spidey senses would he then be afraid of himself being he's terrified of spiders? I think I like Adam. Does he have insite to something about to happen, or is he planning on something. Either way, I hope I still like him when whatever is "set" happens. Yime to dip up supper. Until later on next post. Oh, and I'm sure it'll be perfect, you won't mess it up. |
Replies tomorrow Connie I'm seriously beat. Hope you don't mind love ♥ "It's very simple gentlemen, remember, the enemy's gate is down," Blaise said laughing. Teddy complained. "I still think this is a crazy plan, Zabini. We're busting up Ottery's party so you can get your hands on--" "That's just it. Isn't it, Tedword?" Draco asked, fixing his cuff links and shirt sleeves. "We still have absolutely no clue what it is we're supposed to be stealing." Giovanni walked up and down the room watching the boys in various states of dress. Yet, his mind was a million miles away and he had not even begun to get himself ready for the party. Prince was nowhere to be found, in typical fashion, and the cat had promised to find Giovanni a cute bow tie. Truth be told the party and the heist where the farthest things from Giovanni's mind. All Gio wanted to do was find Laura and explain things to her. Explain how he really felt about her. How he had given up a long time ago on ever thinking she could fall in love with him. But, Laura had disappeared the day of the fight and he had not seen her since. Giovanni had traveled back to Italy and searched for her there, but no one had seen her since she had left to come after him. He walked over to the window and stared out at the beautiful cityscape of Paris, with its many streets, her gay people going to and fro through the busy town, baguettes poking out of every grocery bag, coffee shops everywhere filled with writers and lovers, artists on every street corner and vespas flying flitting around zipping like brooms all over the streets. Giovanni recognized the apartment, having used it before, as one of Ottery's safe houses. The city was riddled with them since the dark haired boy so loved the city. Giovanni sat on the window sill and watched the streets. He contemplated jumping out, catching his broom mid fall and scouring the city looking for Laura. It would be foolish he knew, not simply because it would attract the attention of the muggle authorities and the French Ministry of Sorceries but also because he had left her back in Great Britain. If she were still there in London waiting for him. "Hey what's wrong with the distraction?" Teddy asked, as he fought his tie. It was usually Ottery who did up his tie for him since it is physically impossible for any man wearing a tie to actually be able to tie his own tie. "WTF? Stupid piece of ..." he took out his wand which Blaise promptly pushed aside. "I'd hate for you to blast me, love," Blaise said silkily. "I mean by accident of course," the boy added slyly. "Don't worry Blaise. If I ever hex ya, it's cuz I meant to," Teddy replied as he watched the boy expertly weave his tie into a lovely knot. "I don't know what's wrong with Giovanni but he'd better remember his assignment. And where the devil is that lovestruck idiot?" Just then the door burst open and the smiling, happy face of Freddie walked into the room. The lovestruck idiot Blaise had referred to. "Why Freddie, we were just talking about you," Blaise said in the sweetest possible voice. Teddy grinned wickedly and lit a cigar. Freddie didn't say anything just walked past everyone to Giovanni and slapped his pal on the back. "What's up Gio, why aren't you getting ready? Tonight's the big night, no?" Freddie grinned happily like someone very happy to have been with his love only moments ago. "Nothing's wrong ... I'm just ... I don't feel well," the boy said sadly. "You'd best be feeling up to doing your assignment and doing it well. Do you hear little boy?" Blaise said suddenly upon them like a viper. "This is a very important heist and you've taken the oath to help us all. If you fail me ... if you fail us in any way ..." Something dark and sinister had risen up in Blaise Zabini. His usually carefree, flippant demeanor had slipped and underneath showed the face of an angry, cowardly and vindictive individual who valued his existence more than personal gain. He would do anything to keep that existence going even at the cost of his share of the ultimate gain but more importantly, the message he was trying to send was, "If you mess up I mess you up." "Hey, back off drama momma," Freddie said pushing the boy back. "There's no need to get all nervous before opening night." "Don't you touch me you filthy little ..." Blaise stopped himself. The boys watched each other through slitted eyes and sneering faces. "Say it!" Freddie exclaimed. "Don't lose your temper, puppy," Teddy said from where he was standing in front of the full length mirror. "Stay out of this, Teddy!" The boy yelled his eyes never leaving Blaise. "Oh, so I take it this is the requisite scene where we fight and the whole plan comes crumbling down together, or is this the scene prior where we establish that I can't trust you and you'll go on to betray me in the middle of the fight?" "No. I think this is the scene where he kicks your ..." Draco gave Teddy a withering look. "Don't just stand there, Teddy. Do something about it. I thought you Gryffindors were all about loyalty," the blonde boy said trying to stop a confrontation for fear of having to be involved in the fight. Freddie snarled. It was Giovanni standing in front of him that brought him into the present because all he could see had turned to red and he wanted very much the taste of blood and flesh between his teeth, in his mouth and on his tongue. His werewolf instincts were trying to break free. His moments of weakness with Madison had left him with his guard down. He turned away and walked into another room. "Why'd you have to go and do that for?!" Giovanni yelled at Blaise. "Because it's part of the plan actually, or did you only think it coincidental that tonight is a full moon night?" Blaise replied grinning the wickedest of them all. "Play me like that ..." Teddy started. But Blaise did not step back or look away from the brown haired boy. They had an understanding, Blaise and Teddy. It was simple. If they came after each other ... they would come with every intention to kill. NEXT: Madison and Freddie's morning fun, the events leading up to this scene. |
This post for Connie, my most punctual reader. He laughed and she smiled at him. It was nice to see him so free of his inhibitions. Something had happened to Freddie in the past few weeks, since their run in with the law and he seemed more carefree, a little less strung up on all of the minor things in life. Madison was still having problems with her stepmom, her father would not stop nagging her and she couldn't bring herself to visit her mother's gravesite. Her mother had left her something there, she said, but the memories of watching her burial when she was so young haunted Madison still. Essentially life was still full of problems and the world was not going to let up on her, but that didn't mean she couldn't be happy in spite of all the crazy adventures. Madison held on tightly to him as they rode the little muggle motorcycle around the city. It wasn't as fast as a broom but she liked holding on to him tightly so she pretended not to know what it was like going so fast. She laughed at his laugh and watched him smile when he turned to look at her. "Where do you want to go?" he asked looking back at her or at least trying too without ignoring the road. He circled around the Arc de Triomphe to give her time to make up her mind, heavens knew girls could be long in deciding anything. She put her head against his back, "I don't care so long as it's with you, Freddie," she said. "I was thinking maybe a picnic? I mean ... I wanted to ask you something." Blaise's instructions be danged he was going to ask her to go with him to Ottery's ball tonight. Blaise himself didn't trust any of his 'crew' enough to tell them what object they were stealing so why did Freddie have to follow along with any of his stupid rules anyway? "Let's go to a park. We can have a picnic," she yelled at him back, not having heard what he'd said. "I said, why don't we go have us a picnic in the park." Madison laughed. She could not hear a thing the boy was saying over the wind rushing past her face and the funny helmet she had to wear. It was wonderful. Somehow or other, they couldn't remember and they didn't care, they ended up barefoot in the park. It was a glorious summer morning with the sun in the sky and the birds in the trees and any minute now Madison thought she would wake up from her dream or she'd realized she was watching a movie of someone else's life, because it seemed to perfect to be real. Still, it was real. Madison could feel the grass beneath her feet, between her toes, the sun on her skin so warm, the wind rushing around her brushing her cheeks as lightly, softly and gently as Freddie's hands, when he dared. It was beautiful. It was a wonderful romance in the city that screamed love, no matter what Venice's own opinion of herself, for Paris is the true city of love, especially for one so young and in love as she. "What are you thinking about?" Freddie asked as he lay in the shade of the tree, reclining on his elbow watching her. Madison hadn't noticed him watching her. She blushed. "Why would I have to be thinking about anything?" Since when did boys make her blush? "Well, then. Let me give you something to think about. But you're going to have to do it quickly because it's tonight." He said knavishly, as if he didn't know a girl had to have time to pick out the proper ensemble for such a luxurious affair. "What's tonight?" she asked, surprised that he'd want to go with her anywhere and smiling because of it. "Ottery's holding a ..." "It's a ball, I think, and there's going to be punch and dancing and all manner of cool things and ... well, it's just going to be fun. Doyouwannagowithme?" he rushed the last bit and really wasn't looking at her as he said it waiting nervously for her answer. Madison's hesitation came from the fact that she was thinking where she could go to get fitted for a dress, how quickly it could be done, and would she have enough time to get to the hair dressers and ... "I mean if you don't want to go with me, I mean if you've got other plans or it's too short notice." "What are you cracked? I mean ... of course I'd love to go." Madison replied heartily. Of course she would go. How long had she been wanting to have Freddie in her arms, his lips on hers, his touch on her skin? Too long, and now that she had him, she was not going to let him go. She bent down pulled a strawberry from a box and gave it to him to eat. He was too cute. Freddie was a sweetheart and an angel and she had to go. "If I plan to make it to the hairdresser on time and I have to pick out a dress and ..." "On second thought, maybe we shouldn't go. We could stay in the park and live here forever," he said, suddenly worried at the thought of not having her in sight or at arms length to see and touch and kiss. "Don't be silly, Freddie Valentine. You asked me out to a ball, and I have to look radiant if I plan to do it. You deserve nothing less." "Yes, but what I want is this," he said and grabbing her hand he pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. It was Paris, who would mind? Connie, thanx again for always being here. I should dedicate this fic to you. As it is, I already have, but you can have this post. It's not much but know that I gave it my best. :yes: Hope you liked it and thank you again and again and again for reading. :glomp: NEXT: Clucky's Romance. |
Thank you Ottery, I'm touched. It was so beautiful. There's not anything I could pick out that was my favorite. Steve had a Kawasaki 500 when we first got married, needless to say this post brought back beautiful memories. You don't need Paris to be in love. You're a sweetheart, thank you again for the wonderful post. Catch ya later.:hello: |
Is it double posting if a day passes, and I post again? :erm: Cause I just want to say, I remember a while back you said that Octavius was the key to what happens, and well, poor Giovannie, is it fair for Laura to disappear and Prince too?:gasp: He's so distracted.[:/] And I also want to say, I don't like Blaise Zabini,:whip: and I hope Teddy will be ok. This is a great story and I love reading it. Catch ya later.:hello: |
Otty St! DID JA MISSH MEEE? *ruuunnnns around you in little circles* I haven't read anything yet, but I'm back from my trip [NGO stuff, I feel SO terrible that I didn't get any time to announce that I would be absent] and itching to EATTT this stowweee. [As you can probably tell, I feel super hyper.] xDD Soooo.... PAMS and gimme a hug, raawwrrr! :D |
More laters ... it's bed time. No more replies. My apologies but I want to finish this quickly Nano is just around the corner ... I'll reply at the end with a hearty hurrah and ladeeda I love you all for reading. If you don't want to comment I won't be offended. Let's marathon this into the ground shall we? Explosions and monkeys and crazyness here we come. It starts ... NOW! Clucky was a plucky chicken, but she was also technically a free-agent. She didn't belong to Ottery's group, not technically, she just happened to be Seamus' favorite chicken. Neither did she belong to that cocky rooster back at the barn but that didn't mean she didn't like him. It simply meant, when you're in Paris it's okay to fall in love, isn't it? Clucky felt so happy in that rooster's arms. They were roosting together at the top of Notre Dame watching the city around them. The sunrise had come and he had cockadoodledoed her a beautiful serenade. It was time to be going but she didn't want to go. Clucky did not want to leave him. Still, soon she must. The plucky hen looked at her watch. The time was nearing. "Cluck," she said. "But I love you, my lovely feathery egg laying chicken you," Armand said, in French of course. "Pu-kawk!" "I know, my sweet dove of love. But stay with me another moment," he clucked. She pecked at the roof of the old church. Surely, Seamus, Ottery and the others could handle things ... boys weren't completely stupid, as exampled by Armand. Still, her duties called. "Pukaaaak!" "My sweet love," he said, "Thank you. You make me so happy spending these moments with me." It was hard to resist a chicken who knew French, Clucky knew. Especially, in the city of love. ♥ The Requisite Car Chase Teddy swerved the car wildly to the left sending his passangers to the slamming into the left back door. Giovanni had his head in Freddie's stomach and the boy was gasping for breath. The car quickly turned down another street and they were slipping down the car seat in the opposite direction and Freddie slammed into Giovanni. "This is ridiculous," Teddy exclaimed. "I think I broke a rib," Giovanni complained. "I'm so glad I didn't have lunch. Teddy WTH are you doing?" Freddie asked as he slid in the back seat of the Ferrari. "I got me a little side job that's all, thought you boys could help me out," Teddy replied before spinning the car's wheel crazily in the other direction. The boys in the back knocked over and around like pins in a bowling alley. "Can I open a window, I want to jump out," Giovanni exclaimed. "I thought you were depressed or something? Isn't a high speed chase just the thing to get your mind off of your worries? It is for me." Teddy shot back. "Only if you're a psychotic, megalomaniac with an adrenaline addic--oh, sorry forgot who I was talking about," Giovanni said flatly. "If you kill me before I get to kiss Madison again," Freddie complained. "If I kill you smart bum you can kill me back," Teddy replied. "Or haunt me forever, which ever's more fun for you." "Howzabout I just drive you mad?" Freddie replied. "That's arguing that he's not already!" Giovanni interjected. "Can we be having this conversation later boys? I've got me a crazy dame with a very ... aw poo. And I really liked this car," Teddy exclaimed before flooring it and slamming the Ferrari into the Mini Cooper crashing it into a muggle cafe. The back seat of the car exploded and filled with something soft and white that covered the boys completely as the car crashed. Teddy popped out the front door in an instant, wand in hand, and out of the other tiny car a blonde haired girl in shades popped out. "Gimme the box, Cindy," the brown haired boy exclaimed, but the girl only smiled and blasted the wand out of his hand. "The first words out of your mouth should always be expelliarmus, you daft idiot. I would have thought by now--," before she could finish however, Teddy had slugged the woman and laid her flat. "I always did say you talked too much." He looked through her purse for the object. Meanwhile Giovanni cracked open a window. "Gah, me ... I can breathe." From the other side of the car, the door flew out in an explosion bouncing off the floor and slamming into the ceiling where it imbedded itself like a knife on wood. It would remain there the remainder of its days, in the cafe of Dangerous Driving, it would be the same for the Mini and the Ferrari which were later incorporated into the decor. From out of the blasted doorway popped out Freddie cursing up a storm and I don't mean hexes. Teddy walked back to the boy triumphant, smiling as he held a box in his hand, the cafe owner screaming at him in French over his shoulder. Freddie ran over to the other side and freed Giovanni from the wreckage of the car. "Marshmallow. Seriously, marshmallow!" Freddie exclaimed. "Is that what this stuff is? I thought this was that airbag stuff the muggles are always on about," Giovanni said. "If I wasn't so sick I might actually try some." "You can thank me for my quick thinking later. I got what I came for. We better scram before Cindy wakes up and gets ornery." The boy smiled gleefully and Freddie fought hard every urge to slug him. Poor Giovanni however lost the battle with his stomach and threw up all over the cafe owner's shoe. "Mr. Simian, you will of course be manning the entrance. No undesirables, please," Tiffany explained, happily in her element. Clipboard in hand she was showing the giant talking gorilla where he would be stationed as the official 'bouncer' for the ball. He towered over her and about everyone else being a tall beast but his manner was entirely gentlemanly. |
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Ahem ... "Mr. Simian, you will of course be manning the entrance. No undesirables, please," Tiffany explained, happily in her element. Clipboard in hand she was showing the giant talking gorilla where he would be stationed as the official 'bouncer' for the ball. He towered over her and about everyone else being a tall beast but his manner was entirely gentlemanly. "I have to say, I do admire your tastes in clothing," Tiffany added, "Prada?" "Nothing so trite. Armani," the ape replied as he stood hunched leaning on his massive knuckles. "I'd love to see Teddy get past that," she whispered. "Ma'am?" "Mr. Simian, you're in charge, and we will be trusting to your discretion," Tiffany was all business manner again. She walked into the grand ballroom and started addressing the decorators and the designers about the decor and the last minute frills. Outside, Seamus and Dean walked past. Dean following an angry Seamus who had his hands buried in his pockets, wearing his stubborn Irish pride on his sleeve, and his necktie undone, trying to stop him before he ran out the door. "Seamus, don't be unreasonable!" Dean yelled after him. Seamus of course was beyond trying to be reasonable, he was downright unreasonable for a reason, now wasn't he? People didn't wake up without reason, no they had to have a reason to be unreasonable didn't they? And indeed he had one. In his anger, however, he couldn't recollect what it was just that he was angry at Dean, however, unreasonable that might seem, for a reason. "Boy, if you don't stop I'll hex your bloody ars!" he screamed. This of course, did not bode well. Ottery for his part smiled wickedly. In the back of the ballroom against the speakers backdrop framed and beautiful would be St. Valentine's wretched little painting for all the world to see, an open invitation to theft. If that wasn't enough incentive for certain parties to arrive and make mischief there was also going to be around the neck of a very reluctant guest the Eye of Azaroth. (;) to Kelly) Oh but it was going to be a glorious ball and there would be chocolate and ample retribution to go around. Did he really think that he could take Ottery's place and steal his operatives, his friends and act in such a liberated manner? No, there would be the devil to pay, and Ottery was just the devil to collect. All would be resolved tonight at the ball. And so ... came the night of the ball. The afternoon waned and the sun set so that night shone brightly over the brightest city of lights. The carriages began to arrive promptly at nine o'clock for what would prove a disastrously funny romantic affair. The red carpet marvelously hid the scorch marks from the spells Seamus and Dean had used on one another. Next: Probably not the conclusion but close enough to it. |
All around the Mulberry bush the monkey chased the weasel The painting, the Eye of Azaroth, and a reluctant guest, oh my! :pfd: The painting, the Eye of Azaroth, and a reluctant guest , oh my! Thepainting,theEyeofAzaroth,andareluctantguest,ohm y! :pfd: This is one dance somebody is going to wish they hadn't come to.:xd: I can't wait till Ottery gets his revenge.:woot: I wonder if the Eye of Azaroth is what the boys stole from Cindy? :huh: Yes, I know, we shall see shant we? We shall see.:shifty: |
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The show must go on ... *dies posting* my ghost will be back with updates. "Hello everyone this is Mary Hart, with Entertainment Tonight, coming to you live from Paris France for what is being called the most last-minute hodge podge event in the wizarding world ... with celebrities from all around the globe coming to the ball, like Kristen Bell, Hollywood movie star; Evita Sparrow witch siren whose hit single "I put a spell on you" is burning up the charts. And walking down the carpet now is Professor Dumbledore of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Oh, my goodness could this event actually be the party of the season? Is that the ghost of ..." Seamus and Dean were holding back Ottery who very much wanted to pelt Mary Hart with hors d'oeuvres. "Why that saucy little witch." "Ottery calm down, you're supposed to be greeting the guests," the boy's remarked, as Mr. Simian opened the door and let them out of their cars onto the red carpet into the party. "And coming in now is none other than Professor Snape, of Hogwarts, wearing stunning robes ... are they Armani or Madame Malkin's?" Mary asked. "They're Wiz-Mart, now move woman!" the Potion's Master exclaimed. Undeterred or perhaps just too foolish to know better Mary kept on with the questioning. "And what's that little trinket around your neck professor? Could that be the very same the Eye of Azaroth?" "Would you like to see me test it out on you?" Professor Snape replied. "I'm sure you didn't mean that, Severus," Professor Dumbledore remarked coming to the Potion's Master's rescue. "Quite the contrary, Headmaster, I'm sure I did," he whispered. Mr. Simian sensing trouble grabbed Mary Hart and threw her over his shoulder. "Well, hello there big ape, where are you taking me? To the Empire State?" she laughed. "Nowhere so fancy," Mr. Simian replied throwing her out on the curb, then flinging the camera man after. A ridiculously ornate black carriage with gold trimming arrived at the same time that a silver black zeppelin was flying over the glass roof of the Hotel Villa Royale Montsouris. The carriage was pulled by six white horses with plumes on their heads, the coachman carrying a long black whip which he didn't need to crack. The majestic creatures looked like Lipizzaner stallions. They were gorgeous creatures commanding the attention of everyone there as the carriages occupants had planned. While everyone watched them, no one watched the enchanted glass ceiling of the ballroom and past that the cloaked zeppelin from which Teddy would make his grand entrance at the appropriate time. As Mr. Simian walked up to open the door a voice could be heard saying, "I do so love making a grand entrance," and from out of the carriage appeared first Draco Malfoy being shoved out by Blaise Zabini who wanted to make a grander impression with his entrance. "Don't push me you idiot!" Draco exclaimed in a whisper. "You should have announced me, Malfoy," Blaise remarked smiling and waving at everyone. The boys were elegantly dressed in the finest robes money could buy. All eyes on them. "Oh, crap," Draco said, his palm at his face. "What is it you fool," Blaise said through a smiling face. "Now is really the worst time to be telling me you forgot your wand or something. The plan has to go on." "In all our haste to make ready for the party, we forgot to get dates," Draco replied. Blaise blinked :blink: at that slightly perplexed. Perhaps, his master plan had not accounted for everything. He blushed, "Oops." Took Draco by the elbow and walked him into the hotel. Behind their carriage a small taxi cab pulled up and out of it bounced out Ginny, Luna, Mr. & Mrs. Weasley all of them looking awed and completely out of place in front of the grand hotel. It didn't help any that a giant gorilla was standing in front of them asking for invitations. "Have you seen a blaargerglarger?" Luna asked. "They usually congregate where ever there's lots of music." "Can't say's I have ma'am," Mr. Simian replied. "I'll be keeping an eye on them, just the same." "Thank you," Luna replied. "Those are beautiful moons and stars on your dress," Mr. Simian said about Luna's accents on her dress. A long black gown she had added silver stars and moons to accentuate the dark velvet. On her head a matching hat that she had made with a long rim like a summer hat in black with dangling bats from it. "Thank you," Luna replied, "It's a Vera Wang, original." Ginny giggled at that and added, "With modifications," and suddenly the sound of a werewolf howling came from Luna's dress. Some of the moons were full moons. Next: Uhm, things can only get worse?! :lol: At this point I have no clue :lol: |
Lipizzaner Stallions, are without a doubt in my opinion the most beautiful and talented horses on this planet. I love them. They are most spectacular in every way! "Wizmart" how funny is that?! Was Mary referring to Snape, (because he is so white) or did a real ghost show up? And he's wearing the Eye of Azaroth! The painting will be in a display for the right people to be tempted? (my guess) And the reluctant guest? Can't wait to see who this is! It would be too funny if it was Hermione, and she was snagged by Draco to be his date. But, that's just a funny thought. I can't wait to find out who it is really. Your Gorilla is wonderful, I hope he's well paid. Watching the clock in the ballroom to find out what time is appropriate for Tedy's grand entrance. I think Luna looks stunning in her modified gown. The excitement is mounting and I can't wait to read your next post! You are an excellent writer, and I am so impressed with your imagination and brain power. |
Come to find the lyric isn't "Burning up the fields of everlong" LOL AN: Stupid thing posted before I meant it to ... <_< Till touch down brings me round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh no no no I'm a rocket man :music: She looked so resplendent in her black dress, all the silver shinning under the candlelight of the ballroom. He could see her from across the ballroom as she entered on the arm of that buffoon Ron Weasley. Draco broke his cup of punch. "Sir, please allow me," one of the house elves said quickly clearing up the mess with a finger snap. Draco did not even notice. Blaise sighed, and drank his drink, resigned as always to the fate of the brokenhearted, melancholy, happy-through-the-sadness, young one, little knowing that time would care that ache, that lonely hollow that resided in his heart would give way someday in the future to the certainty that someone loves you and that the world is not so sad as they say. Still, that would be far in the future. At present all he could do is watch with a broken heart. "I hope you don't mind coming with me Ginny," Harry said giving the girl a sweet smile. Ginny for her part couldn't talk. She smiled back and managed to mumble something akin to, "'sokay." "Oh love," Mrs. Weasley said blushing. "It's so beautiful. Just like the graduation day ball." Mrs. Weasley's eyes began to water. "You were beautiful then as you are now," Mr. Weasley said, quick to press his romantic advantage. "Oh Arthur," Molly remarked. "You always were a scamp trying to get me to sneak out so we could swing in that haunted swing by the lake." She giggled. "If I remember correctly, Mrs. Weasley, you had no objection to me sneaking up the sidewall of the castle to come get you from the girl's dormitory on that full moon night." "Arthur, you remembered." "You in your pink dress, your hair done up and the scent of the strawberry vines you'd ..." "I'd conjured up so that you could climb up the wall," Molly blushed. "But how did you know that I'd conjured those vines?" "Because by the next day they'd been picked clean and they were out of season. They were June bearing in the middle of May." Molly turned from him. "And what makes you think Mr. Weasley they were conjured up for you?" "A little bird told me. And Jessica Merryweather couldn't stop blabbing about it to all the girl's. It's how I got in trouble for sneaking into the girl's dormitory." Arthur replied as his wife laughed. "If I remember correctly I had detention for a month after school was out." "Oh, Arthur," Molly remarked and gazing into his eyes she smiled. He smiled back thinking over the course of their lives and how things had changed since those days in their happy youth. How their love had blazed wildly like a prairie fire and now with their children, with time, adventures and such between them they realized their love now had settled into a long burning steady flame. It warmed their hearts and the hearts of those they loved, gone where the giant burning flashes of youthful passion but so were the almost snuffed out col embers of possible disillusionment. No, their fire burned steady but it burned true for their love would last forever. "Please Mrs. Weasley, may I have this ..." before Arthur could finish Mrs. Weasley hugged him and held him tight to her. Kissed his lips as The Carpenters song, "We've only just begun" began to play. :paw1: Next: :P I need an ending ... someone please help. Replies with the next post ... promise. Thanx for sticking it out Connie ... where's Maxie? I hope she's updating her fics. And speaking of fics Connie I'm still waiting to read yours ;) |
Godzilla's temperature is rising! OMG! LOL Professor Snape kept staring at the painting and trying very hard not to twitch. It was difficult. It was the oddest painting he had ever seen yet he could not keep his eyes away from it. "It is isn't it?" Professor Dumbledore queried. "Yes, professor, it is a horcrux but I doubt that it belongs to the Dark Lord, sir. I am not sure what to tell you except that I don't know whose it is." "A vile thing, Severus. I will destroy it. Once Ottery is done with it." "Why do you trust that bumbling fool, headmaster? The boy is clearly an idiot. He doesn't know what the devil he's talk about half the time and his potions end up exploding more often than doing anything else." "That's because they're explosive potions, Professor Snape," Ottery replied. "Teddy likes blowing stuff up." "Why am I here again?" Professor Snape remarked, his annoyance clear on his face as the day was long. "You're the prize in the crown jewel of my plot, Professor. I'm using you as bait for Octavius, the painting as bait for Conrad, well payment really and the star of Azorath as the other prize for capturing a certain miscreant who thought he could take my place as leader of Ottery's Love Brigade. Nobody crosses me and lives." :mwaha: "I've crossed you time and again, Mr. St. Catchpole. I don't know what the devil you're talking about." "Yeah, well, that's because you're hiding under Professor Dumbledore's skirts." "Impedimenta!" Professor Snape fired a spell. Ottery ran across the room laughing, while Professor Dumbledore said at them, "I don't wear skirts." "Ottery thinks he's so smart, doesn't he?" Conrad exclaimed taking a drink from his glass. :bubbly: "The silly fool. I'm almost tempted to steal the painting under his nose, but we've made a deal and I don't see any point in going back on it." "I should hope not Mr. Fate, I would hate to have to evict you." Mr. Simian exclaimed standing behind him. "So, when does the action start?" Giovanni asked Blaise walking up behind him. "Soon. Very soon. I need all the players to be here. Teddy's on the airship, Draco is making an as of himself over there fawning on that Ravenclaw, you're here and I'm here so that leaves us waiting for ..." "Wow. She's pretty," Giovanni exclaimed. "Excuse me," Blaise said. "The girl on his arm. I didn't know we could bring dates," the red head said grabbing a handful of hors d'oeuvres from a passing waiter. The guy winked it was the Swede from Ottery's airship but Giovanni didn't recognize him. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Madison said giggling. She look radiant in a very body tight light blue dress that accented her figure, her long hair cascading around her graceful bare neck. On her arm, dressed in equally resplendent robes was Freddie blushing shyly his bow tie too tight, his cloak long and dark cascading down his back, a rapier at his side. "I can't believe I'm doing this," Freddie said. "Hey Freddie!" Ottery screamed as he ran past the boy and ducked a blast from Professor Snape who was still following him. Adam walked in. He couldn't believe that Octavius was going to try something so bold. To steal the painting and try to take out Professor Snape. It was ridiculous. Ludicrous really, but he had no intention of being involved, he was merely here to see the show. Next Up: Fireworks Replies: I first heard about the Stallions in one of Marguerite Henry's books, Connie. :yes: I loved their story, I haven't read it in years, I should ... but I have too many other books to read :lol: Nope Mary was not referring to Snape :lol: I couldn't think up of an interesting dead person to write so ... :xd: And Snape is the reluctant guest Connie, c'mon, why would he want to be anywhere there's fun and laughter? :lol: Thank you for sticking it out. I'm drawing this to a close soon. Senorita Maxie where are you? You better be posting to your story :lol: or holding up a bank ... ;) *Is the sheriff of this here town* LOL |
"Oh, Arthur," Molly remarked and gazing into his eyes she smiled. He smiled back thinking over the course of their lives and how things had changed since those days in their happy youth. How their love had blazed wildly like a prairie fire and now with their children, with time, adventures and such between them they realized their love now had settled into a long burning steady flame. It warmed their hearts and the hearts of those they loved, gone where the giant burning flashes of youthful passion but so were the almost snuffed out col embers of possible disillusionment. No, their fire burned steady but it burned true for their love would last forever. Absotively the most beautiful truth!!!!!!!!!!!! My eyes watered the whole way through this very charming, cute, moving, touching, funny, dreamy,... and if I had time I could come up with still more adjectives to describe this post. Ottery, you must make all the effort you can to keep writing no matter what. You are obviously blessed with great insight. I love this story, and laughing at you saying you need help finding an ending. It's not so, and you are too cute trying to scare us like that. Oh, And speaking of fics Connie I'm still waiting to read yours Sweet of you, but don't hold your breath. I decided on an alternative ending, so I'm on a writing rampage, and got loads to go. It's definitely not a one_shot though! All right, I have to hope this doesn't count as a double post, cause I was typing up my reply to your post, and I just get it posted to see you had a new post. Now this reply is for the one you just put up. I need to say that my eyes haven't been dry for the last 1/2 hour. First cause the 1st post was so beautiful, now because I was laughing so hard. My side hurts now too. Oh well, it's good for me. I love it that Snape is bait!!!! How great is that? And I must say I am surprised the reluctant guest was Snape. I know he was a reluctant guest for Slughorn, but I didn't think even Dumbledore could make him go to Ottery's ball! And look at what a good time he's having. I wish I could go. |
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Insert your own favorite witty remark here. Too tired ... must not die. This story seriously refuses to end Connie. :lol: I keep remembering stupid plot threads I left behind or something ... I seriously can't make it come to a close :lol: I just can't. :cry: And they do count as double posts Connie :lol: you better stop before a mod sees you. Neways, when you sign in if you look at any post you posted, you'll see those stupid blue buttons. On your posts there's an extra one called EDIT and if you click on it, it will let you edit your post so you can add stuff. :yes: If you want I mean. I don't want you getting into trouble because of me. :lol: Also, on other people's posts is one that says QUOTE and if you click it you can quote that whole post or just do this around what you want to quote. [quote]Here's the text you want to quote[*/quote] but minust the * and no space and it will automatically quote the text like this: Quote:
As for what you said ... :cry: you really do flatter me. I'd suggest you stop. Kelly is the jealous type ... :lol: Octavius watched from the top of the glass roof. It was simple really one clear shot would kill Professor Snape from a distance and all would be well. Still, where was the fun in that? How could he let the Death Stalkers be known, where the recognition if it was a simple covert assassination. No. It was time to stop skulking in the shadows and come out. It was time to bring the fight to the forefront of it all. There was talk of a Triwizard Tournament coming that would bring Durmstrang students and their teacher to Hogwarts. Karkaroff would be within reach. Oh sweet vengeance. "I wonder who the idiot down there is?" Teddy thought to himself. "I could crash the zeppelin on him, teach him to be nosy." Ottery had lost Professor Snape somewhere in the crowd of golds, blues, reds, blacks all swirling like windmills to a Russian waltz, likely Tchaikovsky because Ottery loved him so much. The boy was panting, it had been a while since any man had chased him so vigorously, and he found it humorous that it should be Professor Snape. Usually, when someone followed you like that it meant instant death or love at long last. "Sir, I've ordered more bubbly to be brought up and ... why are you sweating, Ottery? You haven't been on the dance floor, yet." "Spying on me Tiffany?!" the dark haired boy exclaimed. "Not really. I've got more interesting things to do," the girl replied. "Whatever. What do you think of the party. We've got a good turnout, no?" Tiffany looked around. Famous people from all walks of life both muggle and wizarding world people were mingling and dipping strawberries in the chocolate fountain, laughing, dancing and making every kind of merry you could imagine. By all expectations it was a roaring success. Where Ottery's plan was concerned it was still up in the air, as for herself, she couldn't help feeling like it was an utter failure. Something or someone was missing. Someone had been missing for a while now, and she was growing tired of it. Ottery was a love. A raging oaf sometimes, but a love. Seamus and Dean were cute and always together but, they too, were just sweet boys who followed orders when they were told. What she wanted, what she missed, was Teddy's crazyness and that was no where to be found. His randomness and absolute abandon. It just made life interesting sometimes. Honestly, all the time. Ottery's inanities were predictable but with Teddy ... well. "An absolute success story, sir," Tiffany replied. "Wanna do a polka?" Ottery asked. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to bow out, sir," the festivities are about to begin. Next Up or Down: The Fireworks I promised ... maybe ... It's easy to lose yourself in the eyes of your love when you are in love. This was Freddie as he danced with Madison. It had been a difficult life, full of sadness and sorrows having had to lose so much, having had to hide who he was and always being hassled by the aurors or the authorities when they knew what he was. Freddie had taken it all in stride. Still, he would never have believed before he had given in to Madison that life could be this happy. Lost in his lover's eyes as they danced across the dance floor he did not notice the group of people walking in to the ballroom. They were wearing red clothes, and long black capes, they had their wands out though not many people seemed to notice that and they were young. The looks of stupid idiocy and naive willingness to follow were discreetly hidden under the facade of brainwashed belief in their righteousness. ... But seriously NEXT TIME oN WhOopIng LOve: The Fireworks! |
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It's easy to lose yourself in the eyes of your love when you are in love. This was Freddie as he danced with Madison. It had been a difficult life, full of sadness and sorrows having had to lose so much, having had to hide who he was and always being hassled by the aurors or the authorities when they knew what he was. Freddie had taken it all in stride. Still, he would never have believed before he had given in to Madison that life could be this happy. Lost in his lover's eyes as they danced across the dance floor he did not notice the group of people walking in to the ballroom. They were wearing red clothes, and long black capes, they had their wands out though not many people seemed to notice that and they were young. The looks of stupid idiocy and naive willingness to follow were discreetly hidden under the facade of brainwashed belief in their righteousness. "Now that all the players are in place," Blaise said, looking at his pocket watch, "we can begin the show, no, Draco?" He said, but next to him was only Giovanni who couldn't reply for having a face stuffed with shrimp. "This is going to be a disaster isn't it?" Blaise said. Giovanni nodded. Draco walked up to Luna, who was standing with Ginny, Ron and Harry. "Luna," Draco said. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Harry asked, derision in his voice. Ginny stood next to him meekly. Draco looked elegant in his dress robes, the very picture of handsomeness like Harry, but he'd come to talk to Luna. "Yeah, Malfoy, what you want?" Ron asked cracking his knuckles. "I heard they were serving escargot Ron why don't you go get some and let me talk to your friend." The blonde haired boy remarked with a wicked grin. "If you're just here to insult my friends Malfoy," Luna started. "No. I ... I wanted to ask you something." "Well, go on. So you can get," Ron said. "Harry, I think I'd like to dance. This is a pretty song," Ginny said. She didn't want to be near Malfoy any longer. She couldn't stand it. None of the boys she loved loved her. "Go on Harry, I think Ginny really likes this song," Luna remarked. "Ron can you get me some punch?" "I don't know Luna, Draco's a git and ..." She put her hand on the boys arm. Ron reluctantly walked off. His eyes , however, never left Malfoy. Above them, Octavius smiled and pointing his wand to the sky, cast a spell. Teddy for his part yawned bored. Most assignments with Ottery never proved to be so boring. Where was all the action? Leaning over the side of the airship Arceus he watched down below and fell over as a bolt of lightning struck the side of the ship. "Did that idiot mean to do that?" Teddy wondered. Taking his wand out he fired at the boy who stood on the roof laughing. "Of course, I meant to do that. I'm not some amateur. Nothing and no one is going to stand in the way of my vengeance." He disapparated as at the same instant the lights inside the Hotel all flickered out. Professor Dumbledore had just walked out to go into the little wizards room as Professor Snape had just gotten his hands around Ottery's throat when the lights went out. "What the devil?" people began to cry out. "Merlin's beard this is ludicrous." None of them knew what was about to happen. AN: And neither does the author ... :o or :gasp: Next: Cookies and cream or tangerine dream ... :xd: |
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Grrr I'm psyched. Let's finish this!!!!!!!!1111 *falls asleep at the keyboard* Jiffy ... hmm ... *runs to the kitchen* Yup, I usually make their muffins or cookies, can't say I've tried their cornbread. I've had it because Kelly makes it but I've never made it. She got this other brand that uses brown sugar OMG! *dies* best corn bread ever. White too. :lol: Freaked me out. I thought corn was only yellow and brown. Onto the story! :legolasgimli: or :bnawtf: or :horse: "Luna ... I," before Draco could come to say something, whatever the devil it was he had to get off his chest, perhaps how lovely she looked, or maybe he would have asked her to a dance, offered her punch or really expensive jewelry or the likeliest which would have involved Draco feeling ashamed of his feelings and insulting her, but we shall never know dear readers because just then the lights went out. In a chapter appropriately named: :music: The night the lights went out in Georgia :music: A thousand voices in a sea of night cried out, "Lumos," but no light came for a shadow spell cloaked the room letting only the moonlight and the cities lights illuminate the dark. "What the devil's going on here, I can't turn on my wand," someone cried out. "... a spell even a first year can use ..." "Ottery get your hands off my ..." "I'm being choked ... isn't me." "Teddy wasn't invited tot his shindig was he?" From around the room lights came on at the end of wands like an army of candle lights which indeed they were and in the midst of the room on the dance floor stood Octavius. "Greetings everyone, please don't be alarmed we aren't here to harm most of you," the blaggard said laughing with the audacity of one born and bred to assume their role in life as superior to the majority. He had come from money, one of the last Blacks alive, rich and powerful his mother had raised him to believe his station in life was to lead, to avenge and to do with the world as he pleased. "We're here for only one thing, we've come to kill a pest in your midst. A blight on the wizarding world. A former Death Eater who skulks around you like a deserving citizen when in fact he's nothing more than trash, a cockroach on the cake of high society." "Amen," Ottery exclaimed, as Snape's grip slackened. "Seriously, those idiots," Blaise laughed, took a drink from his glass and signaled for the others to move. Giovanni walked quietly and without bringing too much attention to himself in the general direction of the center of the ballroom, a distraction if they were to need one, now that someone else had volunteered for the job. Also he was to cover their exits once Freddie moved in to steal the item. Freddie looked around. Ottery was in the ballroom somewhere, he had to talk to him. Had he let Blaise run the show, or had Blaise just usurped his place in his absence? Time had run out and there wasn't anything to do but to pick a side. The problem was which one? "Madison look I've got to," but she pressed a finger to his whispering lips. "Lights gentlemen, please. We're not cowards who skulk in the night, like Death Eaters." Octavius cried out and the lights went on. The revelations were begun. The painting was missing. Professor Snape was no longer wearing the Star of Azorath, and Mr. Simian was very angry at the intruders. "I hate to steal and run, my sincerest apologies Ottery, but I don't make deals with fools," Conrad Fate exclaimed laughing as he ran out the front door. "Funny, neither do I," Ottery exclaimed. Still, the loss of the star of Azorath was the greater emergency, that and the Death Stalkers presence. "Maybe we should get out of here," Madison remarked to Freddie. "I've got to talk to Ottery," the boy stubborn to the end, replied. "I'm sorry, Freddie," Madison said and disapparated before the boy's eyes. "Don't everyone start leaving, we haven't killed our guest of honor," Octavius exclaimed. "Enough of these shenanigans, nobody ruins my party except Teddy," Ottery yelled. Seamus looked at Dean and Dean looked at Seamus, "That's our cue," they said together and that's when the fighting began. "Death and vengeance on all traitors and Death Eaters," Octavius cried out. "Kill anyone who stands in the way!" Mr. Simian did not take kindly to being sneaked past so he grabbed the two closest Death Stalkers, who were easy to spot in their uniforms, and started grabbing them and swinging them around. Professor Snape the object of attack stood wand in hand at the ready. Ottery next to him, smiled. "I hope you don't mind being bait, Professor Snape?!" the dark haired boy exclaimed. "Not if you don't mind detention the first day of next term," the Potion's Master replied. "Draco Malfoy, die!" an all too eager Death Stalker remarked coming at the boy with a knife. "I Don't think so," said Luna Lovegood. She had her wand in her hand as she turned the knife into a rubber chicken and the boy fell down struck by lightning. Luna and Draco turned to see Blaise smiling from across the dance floor. Ron, Harry and Ginny looked at each other nodded wordlessly took out their wands and started blasting away. Seamus and Dean meanwhile ran out the front door. Mr. Simian knocked over a few other Death Stalkers as people started running out, screaming, or stealing massive amounts of hors d'oeuvres. Adam for his part turned his wand on himself, changed the color of his outfit, grabbed a drink from the tray a passing Swede was holding while he punched someone else with one hand. He had only to wait for his part in the whole affair and soon it would be over and he would be free of Octavius. "Did you really think I didn't know you'd betray me," he heard a voice whisper in his ear. Before he could turn around there was a flash of green light, "Avada Kedavra!" The last words he ever heard. "Holy cow, they aren't playing!" Ottery exclaimed. "Of course not, fool. They're here to kill." Professor Snape replied as he deflected a spell with his wand and sent a curse after the fool that had dared fire at him. AN: WTF?????!!!!!!11111 is going on? Who else will die? Did Madison really just ditch Freddie at the ball? What did Conrad Fate steal? Where the devil are Seamus and Dean going? What's happened to Teddy? Isn't that Swede impressive handling a bar fight and not spilling his drinks? Ottery and Professor Snape team up? Where are my socks? Having a hard time remembering all the characters? Because I sure am! And where the devil is Clucky? Could she be the ace-in-the-hole Ottery needs or is she still just romancing the stone? Why doesn't this story make any sense? Did you remember to turn off the stove? These and other less important questions are likely not to be answered in the next post. Still, it's nice to ask them, isn't it? :P Connie: OMG! You're like my only reader now Connie, :lol: this story is so weird it's freaked everyone out of this thread :lmao: oh well, you can't make an omelette without heavy artillery. Teddy always says that. Normal people beat eggs, Teddy annhilates them. Thank you for sticking around Connie, you PWN. :glomp: And I'm not trying to scare you ... but this story is coming to a rapid conclusion ... sometime in 2010 at the rate I'm going. :lol: That's why I started killing people. Let the death tolls begin! And the answer to a very trying question: Word FAQs | Frequently Asked Questions on Dictionary.com Next Up: The answer to all those questions ... :lol: |
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I love it when you update, OttySt, but when you update THIS much - wow, just wow. I mean, it takes me days to digest ONE update, and you -- oh well, you're wonderful, Ican't complain. Iwubyou. <3 Review PROPERLY tomorrow. Because I just ate dinner, right now, and now I'm too sleepy for words. But I'm here, don't forget me. *loves on the OttySt* |
I ♥♥ (double heart) the Carpenters & My readers: Connie & Maxie you all PWN! Connie: I can't answer any of your questions Connie, though I think you've ... *ahem* spoilers suck which is why I don't drink milk past the expiration date. :lol: If you really want to know I'll e-mail you all the spoilers ... :whistle: As for my contest it doesn't start until Nov. 01 so would you please stop telling me to write my fics. :lol: Human Nature I'm at least ten pages ahead of what I've posted, if I'm being stingy with it, it's because I haven't written to it in a long while. Trust me. This ... well, this story I'm just trying to finish it so that I can turn all my energies to Human Nature. :yes: So stop telling a writer to write Connie *pets* you worry too much. :lol: I need an outlet for the energy I've got that I can't use for Nano just yet. :lol: Senorita Maxie: I'm sorry I didn't mean to exclude you. I post so often I lose track of how much time passes in the real world, I thought It'd been a week or something and ... well *shrugs* but thank you for reading. :glomp: Now the story! Which is nowhere near completion ... :xd: You said you'd be coming back this way again baby Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh, baby, I love you I really do :music: "You know Rainy days and Mondays always get me down," Teddy exclaimed as he held on to a long rope tied to the airship, dangling precariously over the top of the hotel. "I'm going to kill Blaise, then I'm going to strangle that manic otter, then I'm going to the pub." The airship Arceus was on fire, her cre were desperately trying to turn off the fires before they hit the balloon and the helium ignited, just the same a tear on the side of the balloon was leaking slowly so one way or another the airship was coming down amongst a muggle population. Conrad Fate was laughing as he ran down the street. It was a couple of blocks before he slowed down his pace. Ottery had been a fool to believe that he would make a deal with anyone. He wanted the painting, and having had Ottery run off with it under his nose had been evil, he had made Conrad look like a fool in thieving circles. The fool had even explained it, his old Mexican proverb that said, "thief who steals from a thief earns 100 years of forgiveness." Conrad would have gone along with the deal but Ottery had been holding out on him. The little bug ger had the star of Azorath, or at least he had had it until a couple of minutes ago. He laughed. "Conrad," someone's voice spoke out of the shadows of an alley. "You're crazy if you think I'm walking in there," he replied. A girl in a long white cloak appeared. She pulled the hood of her cloak down and smiled. Conrad thought to himself, "If she's pulling her hood down with her hands she doesn't have her wand out." He quickly pulled his out. "Conrad, what are you doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing love?" "I thought we had a deal." "Oh, and Ottery and I didn't just have an agreement? Love, I'm a thief not a charitable organization. I'm sorry if you can't make the distinction. This really is going to hurt you more than it's going to hurt me." "You can't, I'm all alone and defenseless," she cried. "I expected more bravado from you Madison, pity. I can't have you leading Ottery and his goons to my lair, and while I normally don't like doing this I will in your case, Avada Kedavra!" There was a bright flash of green light in the city of lights. "I don't know how you idiots got in here in the first place," Mr. Simian exclaimed as he had two Death Stalkers in a head lock one in each arm, "But I can assure you. I'm bouncing you, which is what I do with trash." Slamming their heads through the hotel wall he left them dangling there unconscious. "Mr. Simian, please." Ottery exclaimed. "I'm going to lose my deposit," Ottery cried out. "Is that what you're worried about St. Catchpole?" Professor Snape asked as he cast a shield spell to protect the boy and himself. "Why are you following me? Can't you see me running from you? It's you they're trying to kill. This isn't going to plan at all." Ottery complained as he fired a bat bogey hex. "Where is the headmaster? Is he safe?" Snape asked. "The last time I saw him he was trying to avoid Mary Hart, that woman is a vulture. Seriously. Freedom of the press shouldn't extend to harassment." Ottery deflected a spell then another, then another as quick as he fired them he swatted them aside. He wasn't the real target, Snape was but he was busy attending to other attacks. They were standing back to back Ottery and the Potion's Master. "Snape, I think we're in the middle of a trap. That's Octavius. Dang that kids good. Let me get a shot off ..." Suddenly, Ottery was struck by a flying goblet, it distracted him enough to cause him to miss and the stunning spell slammed into him sending him crashing into a table. "I've got you now Snape!" Octavius cried out. "How I've waited for this you traitorous ..." Crack! Out of Professor Snape's wand a giant whip lashed out, with a flick of his wrist he'd whipped the boy across the face silencing him. There was no look of pride or smugness on Professor Snape's face. There was no joy in his life, he'd long since resigned himself to being one of the living dead. "Madison! Madison! I can't believe I trusted you ... I can't. I can't ..." Freddie was angry to say the least. So when he got struck by a stray spell and he fell over he was not any happier. Quite the contrary he was angry, and while he fell down human he stood up as a werewolf. "Grrrrrraaaaaaaaaargh!" He screamed tearing off his clothes. There was pain and anguish in the werewolf howl that followed. "Holy fritters!" Giovanni exclaimed that wasn't in the plan. Blaise what are ... Blaise? Blaise?" Giovanni turned to search for his companion but he was nowhere to be found. "Oh great. We've been had. Draco!" "Your father was a Death Eater, therefore you're a Death Eater by association." "That's ridiculous. Any excuse will serve a tyrant." "I didn't know you read Aesop, Draco." Luna exclaimed. "There's a lot about me ..." "Look at me when I'm fighting you!" the Death Stalker exclaimed firing hex after spell at them. Luna deflected them while Draco fired spells back but neither of them seemed very interested in the fight, at least not half as much as they were in their conversation. "Blaise where did you go you useless sod." Giovanni cried. "I'd worry more about your fate little boy," a voice cried out. Giovanni turned in time to see Laura. He smiled as he ran to hug her, when suddnely he felt a knife at his side. "What the ..." he stepped back. "Laura ... I ... I'm ... I didn't ..." he fell to his knees. "That's not Laura," Prince exclaimed picking up the boy's wand with his teeth. "Revelacion!" In an instant the girl that had looked like Laura turned into a stone statue. "It's a golem." "Then stop it." Giovanni exclaimed. "Why do I always have to do everything around here?!" Prince exclaimed dropping the wand. "What? Seriously? I'm bleeding here ..." Giovanni cried out. "Excuses, excuses with you." Prince cried out turning his back on the golem. "Look out!" Giovanni exclaimed and threw himself over his friend as the golem pointed her wand at the cat. "Avada Kedavra!" Looks like a lot of deaths in this one ... but seriously I'm having a hard time keeping up with all the characters this way I can weed them out, slowly. Points to Connie for guessing that it was Octavius who killed Adam and that Conrad ran out with ... wait you didn't :lol: well you were close. ;) MOre twists than a roller coaster. Promise. Night night Maxie :hello: Post to your story ... you need to play catch up :lol: ;) Next Week on Whooping Love: Daydream Believers (you're thinking this whole fic was a dream? That old escape? Maybe :shifty: ) & Homecoming Queens (:erm: Ottery goes all Carrie, wtf???!!!!) Read it and find out. :rotfl: |
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Seriously, let's finish this! *puts on writing cap* "Ah, forget this. Who wants to live forever?" Teddy said, pulling out a cigar, lighting it and letting go of the rope. Besides it looked like they were having fun down there. The brown haired boy came falling down, wand in hand and smashed through the glass top dome window of the hotel. Ron seeing something coming through the ceiling quickly fired a wind spell to keep the glass from falling on the guests. Harry seeing that Ginny was right where Teddy would fall launched himself at her, knocked her over and out of harms way as they both went slidding on the slippery dance floor knocking a few people over along the way. Now a golem isn't a living thing, therefore firing a death spell at it will not kill it but the force of the spell is so strong that it doesn't leave the thing unharmed, as Giovanni soon found out. As he lay over his cat Prince he waited for the killing spell but it was not the golem who had sent it. Seeing a bright flash of green he suddenly felt his back pelted with rocks as the creatures head exploded over them. "Well, that was close," Giovanni exclaimed. Prince's muffled reply came from under him and the boy stood up. "Sorry pal." "I should kill you ..." Prince replied, while Giovanni grinned sheepishly. Elsewhere in the ballroom the Swede was knocking heads having decided to drop the tray with the drinks, actually he'd thrown it as a boomerang and knocked out an Australian Death Stalker. Fighting and punching and kicking, the Swede made his way to Mr. Simian. "Looks like we're not winning," he said to Mr. Simian who didn't understand because he didn't speak Scandanavian. "You know, I should probably learn Scandanavian," Mr. Simian remarked. The Swede nodded. They looked at each other and smiled both of them having had the same thought and then they said together, "Fastball special." Laughing, Mr. Simian picked up The Swede and flung him across the room a Octavius. Ottery was just standing up when he saw the tall, muscular blonde headed man coming at him. "Oh snap! Things really aren't going to plan." Before he could say anything else someone else knocked into him and threw him to the ground. And while Ottery went slamming back into the ground, The Swede went crashing into Octavius. It was just at that instant that Professor Dumbledore decided to walk out of the bathroom and found the room dimly lit, on fire, a complete mess and the band wasn't playing. "WTF?????!!!!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "Lumos Maximus!" he cried out lighting the room. Seeing the situation he took his wand and with a swing of it created a tornado in the center of the room, a magical wind that extended magical tendrils and picked up one by one the Death Stalkers leaving them all neatly tied up and in a pile in the center of the room. "Oh my gosh," someone exclaimed. There were tears and people started to come out of hiding, while others put down their wands to pick up drinks. The ballroom was a mess. From where he was sitting on top of Ottery drinking Teddy said, "Wow, Otts, you sure know how to throw a party." "I'd like to throw it at you, right now!" the dark haired boy exclaimed. "Get off of me!" "You're cute Conrad, but did you think yours was the first death spell I'd ever had to avoid?" Madison replied laughing. She'd ducked and kicked her leg out throwing the boy off his feet and making him lose his wand. "Don't let your opponent get too close to you." "You witch!" the boy exclaimed but by then Madison was standing over him her wand at his face. "You really are a sore loser, aren't you Conrad?" She tisked tisked him and said, "Accio star." Out of his robe pockets came the Star of Azorath as expected into the girl's hand. "And just to make sure you're not going to be a bother, incarcerous" With a wink and a smile she was gone. But down the street from the hotel muggles were screaming in fright as a werewolf ran down the streets of Paris tearing everything asunder in a love struck rage. Next Up: The wrap up or seriously this has long gone enough ... :faint: |
To many things to quote, so I'll just pick a few things to comment on. Ron was clever with his wind spell to protect everyone from the glass. I'm so glad Giovanni didn't get killed. Mr. Simian and the Swede make a great team, although they don't speak the same language, they think the same. Conrad's not as smart as he thinks he is. Good for Madison for being as clever as she knows she is! Poor Freddie! Poor Madison? (not a question for you to answer, I'm just thinking) Teddy did good not to make a single explotion. I love Dumbledores magic! He's so awsome! |
Cheer up Sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean to a daydream believer ... At my suitcase by the door My taxi's on it's way here I can't take it anymore Lately you've forgotten What loving me is about Well,now you've got five minutes To figure it out You've got five minutes To tell me what I've needed to hear You've got five minutes To get me to believe you're sincere That's not much time to change my mind It'll take a miracle no doubt And you've got five minutes To figure it out :music: Now: The Stunning Conclusion to ... ah forget it. :lol: *proceeds to write another 5000 chapters* ;) Freddie rampaged through the city of Paris. A werewolf is a large angry creature when out of control, a large furry slathering angry brute of intense strength and ferocity. Under some circumstances a werewolf can control himself putting her emotions under control, but in times of a full moon night or situations were a were is put under undue stress or made angry then the werewolf's intellectual capacities will be overrun by feral emotions. This was the case with Freddie Valentine who felt himself betrayed by Madison. Surely, she had only agreed to come with him to the ball to steal the painting. What a fool he had been. That had been Freddie's thinking. Freddie the werewolf didn't care why he was angry only that he was and he wanted to share the pain. Freddie picked a car up by the rear fender and flipped it over, as people ran screaming from the street. He growled and slathered saliva all over the street and made a wolfish laugh as a group of muggle cops stood in a line and started firing at him. He howled in pain as the bullets pierced his skin. They hurt. Especially when they came back out and his body healed itself his muscles re-knitting the torn muscles. He fell on all fours and howled menacingly at them and ran after them slashing. Conrad lay on the floor cursing Madison as she watched the muggle police cars with their sirens blaring drive past her. Her bracelet made her impervious to their looks as well as their bullets, it cast an aura of 'don't look this way' or 'nothing is happening here you'd care to see' which made muggles completely disinterested in her and her actions. It was part of what made her getaways successful. But then again stealing from Muggles was easy and she only really wore it for situations like this one where she needed to beat some stupid boy out in the middle of the street. While Conrad cussed her out she got a terrible feeling and clutching the star to her heart she pulled up her cloak and started running in the direction of all the commotion. It was on the way from the hotel but clearly it was not the hotel. "It was a pleasure stealing from you, Conrad," she said as she ran. She didn't really mean it. Madison had tried to make it sound as gleeful as possible but something in her heart ♥ kept worrying her. "So, what are we going to do about this?" Prince asked his companion. The red haired boy smiled where he sat. "It sure is a mess." "Yeah, so are we actually. Only you would think to wear a white suit to a ball when everyone else is wearing tuxedos. Thank goodness subtlety was not the word of the evening." Prince remarked. Giovanni stuck his tongue out. "We'll have to sort all this mess out later, I've got someone I've got to find." "She's at the airport, her flight leaves in about fifty minutes. It's all the way across town though and ..." "What? Who are you talking about?" "Laura. She's got tickets. If you run really fast you might be able to stop the plane before it leaves or not let her get on it." Prince looked at his friend with a gleeful smile. Giovanni hugged him. "Time's running." "You coming with me?" Giovanni asked. The cat nodded and climbed onto the boy's shoulder. As Giovanni stood up, Mr. Simian pointed him out to a group of aurors. Ottery started screaming, "I want to talk to you red!" "Sorry, Otts, maybe laters?" the boy grinned mischievously dropped a super stink bomb and started fleeing. Prince neglected to point out that he had friends in customs who would hold Laura from boarding the plane until they arrived. Elsewhere, Blaise cackled. He had the painting. Sure he had lost the Star of Azorath, Conrad had betrayed him as well, but then that meant he didn't have to share the money from the sale of the hideous thing. He couldn't believe Ottery was in the painting. Just the same he had gotten clean away leaving the others behind. Laura had been the perfect distraction for Giovanni, Prince had proved not to be a problem and Freddie had fallen so head over heels in love that ... well it had worked out for the best. He walked into a carriage waiting at the back of the hotel, closed the door never paying attention to who had opened the door, or who the driver was. Blaise smacked the top of the carriage to signal the driver and popped his head out the window to say, "The portal station. Ineed to be in India before noon." The boy driving tipped his hat and smiled. "Aye, sir." Blaise couldn't help thinking the voice sounded somewhat familiar but he payed it no mind. He didn't mingle with coachmen why would he know him? He pulled out a mirror from his pocket and said the magic words that would let him speak to the painting's buyer. "You got it?" came the voice from the shadows. "Yes, Macavity, I have your quaint little painting. I trust you have the gold I need." "But of course, though I still can't understand why a rich little boy like you needs gold he could steal from his parents more easily. You've obviously a flexible moral compass." "I need it to buy spells and such and I don't want it to be traceable. Dark objects and such trinkets. It's nothing to do with them there's no point in bringing my trouble to them. They're my family after all." "Well look at that, will you? The boy has a heart." "I have your painting that's all you need to know. I'll see you in India." "With my painting if you want to see your gold and another sunrise." "Your threats are so quaint." Blaise replied putting the mirror away. Dealing with trash and second rate villains was such a hassle. Next: The end ... no really ... |
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Chapter: An American Werewolf in Paris ... Connie: I can't tell you anything that's going on or what's going to happen Connie. I know you wouldn't have it any other way. ;) That said, seriously let's finish this thing I have a Christmas fic to write ... KellyBear: Thank you for reading. :yes: AN: All joking aside dear readers, I am working to plug all the holes in this story ... if I fail, I have mod friends who will gladly rename this: Swiss Cheese an adventure in leaky fromage and romance :P Some days it doesn't pay to get out of bed and some days you wouldn't get into a bed with someone if they paid you to. For Ottery, today felt as if the bed were on fire and he'd have to pay for it. Flaming beds not withstanding, Ottery was in a very dejected mood. "They ruined my ball, and Zac Efron didn't even show up," the boy cried. "Buck up, Otts," Teddy said, striking a match against the boy's tuxedo. "Look at it this way, at least you caught the bad guys." "That would be nice if Freddie wasn't off tearing up downtown Paris." "There's no point standing around here, then," Teddy remarked. "Let's go werewolf huntin'!" Ottery sighed. Teddy was right. Even with the ball a shambles, Mary Hart screaming that she'd lost one of her shoes, the Death Stalkers all caught, and a few dead bodies Ottery did not have time to wallow in his sorrows, not when a friend was in dire need. "Who is here who can help us?" Ottery asked. "The Swede is needed for clean up duty, so's Dumbledore," Teddy explained, "Professor Snape ..." Here Professor Snape gave Teddy a grievously menacing stare. Ottery proceeded to clamp the boy's mouth shut and answered for him, "Professor Snape has done enough for us Teds, I think he'll be heading home now to a nice cup of tea, no?" The Potion's Master dusted his robes and with a menacing glare at Ottery disapparated. "Coward!" Teddy exclaimed. "Ah shut up Teds, who else is going with us?" "Ron, Harry and me," Ginny added as she and the boys showed up. "Hey Gin, didn't know you were here," Ottery exclaimed. "Well you weren't the only one," Ginny replied softly. Ottery patted her shoulder. "Yeah, Otts, how can we help?" Ron asked. "I guess it's us against the werewolf. We better sneak out before your Mum finds us though Ron." Already Ottery was scanning the room for Mrs. Weasley but she and Mr. Weasley were so wrapped up sitting at their table enjoying each others company and drink that they would not notice their two youngest gone for a bit. "Professor Dumbledore?" Ottery asked. "I'll take care of things here Ottery, bring back Freddie all right," the Headmaster replied. The boy nodded and taking his wand out led his friends out of the ballroom. Of in a corner somewhere Luna was standing against a pillar, Draco's hand on one side of her face and talking to her. Ginny looked at them as she walked through the fallen rubble and debris. It must be wonderful to be in love and have someone love you, she thought to herself. She wondered if she would ever get to feel that herself and sighed. "Coming Ginny?" Harry asked holding his hand out to her to help her past the rubble. She nodded using both her hands to pick up her crimson velvet dress and making a point of not taking the proffered hand she walked past him. Then outside, she exclaimed, "Oh bother this!" and with a flick of her wand her dress turned into pants and a cloak. "Nice fashion, Gin," Ottery said winking. Ron looked surly at his friend but Ottery winked at him too in a kind way and led the group down the street following the rampage left behind in Freddie's wake. Giovanni and Prince were running down a city street. Running past the lights, past the people, past the world in a blur, past a blue haired, blue eyed boy tied up on the sidewalk. "You should have stopped and helped," Prince exclaimed in the boy's ear. "What? And miss catching Laura? I don't think so." "You know, we could just borrow a Vespa, you know?" Prince suggested evilly. Coming to a sudden stop, Giovanni turned to his feline friend and smiled at him wickedly. It wasn't coincidence that next to them was a cherry red Vespa parked and with two helmets on the seat. "Look, it even has a basket on the front where I can sit," Prince said, laughing. In seconds, the cat was in the basket, Giovanni was plunking a helmet on his head and another on Prince and they were riding off in someone else's bike but this was Paris and the note they'd left explained that it was necessary for the pursuit of love and the motorcyclist could please wait and it would be returned with a full tank of gas later. Which it was. ;) "Well this is a fine mess, Ottery's gotten into," Mr. Simian complained as he swept the floor of the ballroom. "Oh, I don't know. Ther'es nothing that can't be coped, with a little help from our friends," Professor Dumbledore said as he turned and walked out. Over his shoulder he fired a spell and the ballroom started to right itself. Tables turned up, broken glass flew up and became hole over the skylight, and everything arranged itself as it was before all elegant and nice. The band started up a new song and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley walked over to the dance floor once again, happily oblivious to everything going on. For some, life was good. Madison looked all around her at the smashed cars and the broken street lights, the people huddling crying under the pouring water from the broken fire hydrant. In the midst of it all, the police trying to keep everyone away and past them a large grayish beast, with long brown matted hair, a bloody maw and angry eyes. It didn't take her long to realize that it was Freddie. "Oh my g--" French Aurors had arrived at the scene and were walking behind the police. They meant to subdue the beast. In the distance an airship was falling from the sky burning. She had to think fast. "Oh my gosh, look at that airship falling!" she exclaimed. The aurors seemed to notice it for the first time. "Someone has to do something about it, or else all of Paris will burn." "What?" the chief auror looked at her. "I'm a clairvoyant," she exclaimed. "Leave the werewolf, that airship is the real threat." "We can't possibly leave ..." Madison didn't like doing it but sometimes needs must. Silently and expertly she used an unforgivable and sent the chief of the aurors after the airship. He ordered his men after the airship and despite their hesitance they left the tiring werewolf standing in the middle of the street. The werewolf ran at the girl who was standing alone in the middle of the street. It stopped before her and growled at her menacingly. Madison did not cringe but rather slapped him hard across the face. The werewolf made to bite her then stopped when it saw her crying. Freddie raised his head up to the sky and howled. "I've got a clear shot Otts," Teddy exclaimed. "And silver bullets no less. Don't take it, Teds, that's our friend Freddie." "I'm sure he wouldn't want us letting him go on a rampage," Teddy gruffly complained, eager to try out his new werewolf killer silver bullets. "Yes, but I'm sure he'd like us to do everything we could to stop him first, no?" "Liberal, commie, namby pants," Teddy uttered under his breath still looking at Freddie through his scope. The werewolf howled at the moon and the girl cried. "I can't believe you Freddie Valentine," the girl cried. "I can't believe you'd think so little of me. Did you really think ... I wouldn't come back? Did you think I could ever ..." she let her tears fall silently. A wolfish paw brushed them away from her cheek and she ran into the beasts arms. "You idiot. Boys are so stupid." Slowly he transformed back from a werewolf into a boy and Madison was holding Freddie in her arms. He fell to his knees and she after him. "I'm ... I'm ... sorry Maddie. I ... just ... love you," he said in explanation and apology. She held him tight and he fainted in her arms. She brushed his hair away from his face and kissed it. She blushed then. He was naked. NEXT: The REAL ENDING I SWEAR! or Loose threads make a fine coat. |
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Super post Ottery, you've done a wonderful job bringing out my emotions, which is what happens to me when I read a really great book.:woot: I look forward to reading your next post, and THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! for Madison and Freddie's get together. Beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Giovanni, pure sweetness. (good for him Prince is with him) And lastly I must say again, I love Dumbledores magic. Brilliant Oh, and I am following your Christmas fic. and it looks to be another superfantabulous novel, by the tremendously talented ~Ottery St.Catchpole:yes: Catch ya later:hello: |
When in Paris do as the Parisians do or What? No Samurais? The summer was not yet done but the owls to Hogwarts were going out. The summer breezes still flowed through the green leaves of the trees, on branches where birds still sang sweetly to the squirrels who ran frantically preparing for the fall across the paved streets of the rich neighborhoods of Paris. The ball had been a raging success with everyone except Mary Hart and Professor Snape, Ottery's skills at creating 'lavish, explosive, ballroom affairs' still in tip form accord to the social pages of Paris Wizard Match! Ottery couldn't help but laugh at that as he sat on the veranda overlooking Paris. "So, what? Are we supposed to sit here and cool our heels while Blaise gets away with the painting!?" the brown haired boy exclaimed. "I have the star of Azorath," Ottery replied taking a sip of his tea. "Here, have a bagel." Teddy flicked his wand and the bagel exploded in Ottery's hand. Ottery for his part took his wand out and emptied the jar of marmalade over the boy's head. Teddy then proceeded to randomly cause objects to fling themselves at the dark haired boy. "Oh, yeah!" Ottery exclaimed. His shield spell deflected most of them, Ottery then wrapped the tablecloth around his friend sealing him like a mummy. :mwaha: "How'd you like thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Tiffany walked into the room clipboard in hand, rolled her eyes and would have walked out but for the fact that the boys were not done trying to spell each other. Somehow or other Teddy had gotten his wand to peek out of his wrappings and used a Levicorpus spell on Ottery. "If you two are quite done," she remarked. Ottery yelled, "Not on your life. He started it!" Teddy's muffled voice cried out something to the effect of, "It'll be a cold day in a hot place when I ..." "Expelliarmus!" Tiffany cried out disarming the boy's. She used her wand to send a sofa to where Ottery would land and proceeded to spin Teddy out of his strait jacket. "Madison returned the star of Azorath, as you already know Otts. She and Freddie are on holiday right now. The muggle authorities and witnesses have all been duly memory charmed. Reparations for all the damages are coming out of Conrad Fate's considerably long pockets. That boy has a vaster fortune than Gringott's. Conrad, however, is missing. So we don't get a reward. The money we did get from his Paris flat was, of course, confiscated by the French Ministry of Magic. Dumbledore sent an owl, "Thank you for the fun time Ottery, but next time I'm laying off the spicy burritos." Mary Hart sent you one too, but I don't like to use that kind of language, so I've put it on your desk." Teddy sat down lit a cigar and smiled at the girl. Tiffany made as if she had seen nothing and she were not actually in possession of the boy's weapons. "Giovanni and Prince sent a box of chocolates and Laura says hello." "So, everyone gets a happy ending, boo hoo. I'll cry tears later when you give me my wand back and I can conjure a hankie." Teddy replied. "What about operation: recoup revenge and resume?" "That ... should be taking place, right about now," Tiffany said as she looked at her watch. "I hate India, it's always so dang muggy," Blaise complained as the short boy waved the long fan over him. "And don't stand so close servant, you're crowding me." "Yes memsaib," the boy replied bowing and walking back. Colin fought every urge to hex the Slytherin brat. "Where is that insufferable cat, anyways?" Blaise exclaimed. The doors opened wide and a giant painted elephant walked into the room. Sitting on an ornamented palanquin on the creatures back a black cat sat. "You called?" "Macavity, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. I've got this ... horrid thing and if it's all the same I'd like to be rid of it. Did you bring the gold?" "Show me the painting the cat said from where he lounged on his palanquin. "Show me the gold," Blaise replied. "Such impudence from one so young." The cat turned to the shirtless boy next to him and the boy using his wand lowered a trunk to the floor. The boy looked oddly familiar to Blaise but as the trunk popped open and the gold caught the light from the sun his greed got the better against curiosity. "The painting." Macavity remarked and Blaise threw a large tube up to the cat. The boy caught it, opened it and unraveled the painting. "Now if you'd just let me borrow one of your boys," Blaise said. "I'm afraid I can't be doing that," Macavity replied. "Oh, yes. The unforseen betrayal. I hadn't expected that." Blaise said in a bored voice. "Boys," and from out of nowhere boys came out. The boy with the fan dropped it and pulled out a wand from his dhoti pointed it at Blaise. The boys standing behind him had their wands out as well. "It looks like a draw Macavity. My men against yours." The cat purred and the elephant moved his head raised his trunk and let the cat walk onto it. As the elephant lowered his trunk the cat's fur turned from black to white. "Nyaow!" Prince winked at Blaise. "You aren't Macavity." "Of course not, but he didn't seem to mind me borrowing his identity or this regal palace. And your men aren't your men." The boy on the elephant jumped down and Blaise recognized him as Neville Longbottom, the boy with the fan was Colin Creevy. He turned and found that his men were actually Laura and Giovanni in disguise. "What? How?" "Ottery wasn't born yesterday, Zabini." Prince replied. "No, actually he's about 100 years old," Giovanni remarked, "and he holds it well." "He also has the loyalest friends," Neville added. "Came to pic k us up a few weeks late but he remembered Colin and me back at the museum." "Well, I guess you can't win them all. What are you going to do with me now?" "Oh, I'm sure Ottery has some little favor or other to ask of you!" Prince exclaimed. "You've got to pay for playing your prank." "I'm sure I will," Blaise complained. He hated being under obligation to anyone and Ottery had a bad habit of asking for odd favors at the most inopportune times. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v6...fwhoopjpeg.jpg Aboard the newly refurbished didn't crash down in flames after all and looking especially lovely airship Arceus Madison and Freddie talked. They walked around the deck as the ship flew over the Atlantic. The sun was falling like a fiery wreck into the sea burning the ocean waters in pinks, purples, and orange sherbet. They stopped along the deck and looked out over the ocean. "I thought for sure you'd left me at the ball, Madison. I thought you'd stolen the painting or the star and you'd run off without me. I thought you were using me." Freddie confessed too ashamed to look at her. "Well, you're an idiot then. I was always working for Ottery. He's given me a chance when no one else would. He's always believed in me and he gave me his friendship and ..." she paused for dramatic effect. Freddie looked at her a little wounded. "Were you and Ottery, more than friends?" "Oh, yes." "Oh," Freddie exclaimed dejectedly. "Business partners, friends, and well almost like siblings." She laughed aloud. He also gave me lots and lots of chocolate." "Silly!" he exclaimed. "You're gonna pay for that." She laughed and he started to tickle her. "Freddie, stop. You wouldn't dare. Freddie!" she cried and ran off laughing the boy following right behind her. The Swede whistled as he remarked something from the bar. Clucky answered in the affirmative, "Cluck caaaaaaaaaaaw!" she said, fondly remembering that Chanticleer in France she'd left behind. Meanwhile in India, Seamus and Dean were lost on the streets of Mumbai where an owl was looking to drop them another owl incorrectly. "Are you sure this is where Ottery told us the trap was going to go down?" Seamus asked. Dean looked at the map. "Seriously, Seamus, I can't read Indian." Luckily for them the Patil twins were in town visiting family. They'd run into each other and there would be another whirlwind adventure for them before the summer was through. :paw1: The Ever Lovin' End :paw1: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v6...pense_jpeg.jpg AN: Any plot holes are solely the fault of my other two fics and Nanowrimo which are begging for undue attention. Loves ... :loved: |
Happy Trails to you, until we meet again. Da da da da da Wow Ottery, that was quite a wrap up. There's just one thing I want to ask, Ha Ha just teasing! I can't believe it's over. It's been a lot of fun, and excitment. Thanks for giving of yourself, it's been a pleasure to read this just like all your other stuff. And I still have Human Nature, and, A Christmas Carol Adventure. This really was a great one and I'll probably come back and read it again a few times. See ya over in the other universe.:hello: |
It's ... ENDED? I.. well... I really can't review, OttySt, I can't digest this. End... the end.. but - no way, me no like ends at all and... :cry: |
Your Happy Medium While I did spot a couple of grammar errors, I spotted absolutely no plot holes. I think your safe.;) I loved the ending. :love: Just let me Beta it before you close the thread, please.:whistle: Sorry I kept getting all your stories confused:blush: It should be easier to keep them straight now though :lol: As I said before, no one writes romance like you :loved: |
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I love it. I read the post where Freddie and Blaise "fight" before the party so I'm all excited :) ZOMG! it's OVA??!?!? Okay, keep the thread open...I wanna put in my final comment before it closes :lol: *selfish* |
*Whistles and is shifty* Oh what the hey ... LOL AN:I'll be back later with a zero issue :blink: that's a prequel in comic book terms :lol: maybe ... I don't know ... maybe ... :shifty: Excerpt from Freddie's Journal dated end of Summer: I wanted to go to the beach in the South of France as a way to say goodbye to the summer, but ... well, Madison is a hard girl to argue with. :lol: She did a little arm twisting, and I mean that in the literal sense, but I'm proud to say I only gave in when she kissed me. :blush: Well, not after the first one ... I'm not that weak. :lol: The boy sat at his desk thinking about what had happened at the beach in Tahiti. A little black boy came running down the beach with a coconut that had an umbrella in it, Madison payed him and took a sip. The boy stood there staring at her lithe form looking so beautiful in the sunlight and she turned and spotting him there kissed him on the cheek. "Hey!" Freddie complained. "I've got one for you too," she said and walking over to him kissed him. "Life sure is funny." "I should say," Freddie replied giggling, "But if that's funny then I'd love to see down right hilarious." Madison of course slapped him across the face, "I'm not that kind of girl," she teased and running after her Freddie picked her up and ran with her into the water. "Fredrick James St. Valentine you wouldn't ..." They were in the water laughing and splashing before she could finish. The Airship Arceus flew overhead. Ottery and Teddy in their swim trunks were standing on the other side of the rail ready to jump over it. Tiffany meanwhile in a bikini and sarong sighed and walked over to them with a clipboard in hand. "You know I could be working for Bill Gates right now or with MI6," she muttered. "Yeah, but they're not half as much fun," Teddy remarked cigar in his mouth. "Besides, they wouldn't give you a fruit basket for Christmas like I do," Ottery added nodding and smiling. "Yes, no one beats the incentives you offer, Ottery," Tiffany replied. "Like getting to wear beach wear at the beach." "Exactly," Ottery nodded. "So we doing this or what?" Teddy exclaimed, getting bored with standing around too long. "Yeah!" Ottery exclaimed. "Boys, I think I should warn you ... the waters are shark infested." "So?" Teddy asked. "Be nice and I'll bring you a fin," he winked at Tiffany. "Be still my heart," she replied. "Oh, and Ottery, before you forget, you don't know how to swim." "Wait, I don't know how to swim?" he asked. "Go and ruin the fun why don't you," Teddy remarked then pushed Ottery off the airship into the deep blue waters of the ocean below. "Go. Save him. Or I'm making the rest of your existence miserable." Tiffany threatened. "Promise?" The girl smirked and pushed the brown haired boy off the ship. Giovanni and Laura were riding on a bike, Giovanni driving and Laura sitting on the handlebars when they heard Ottery's scream and a giant splash. "Wow, the boss's got guts," Gio remarked. "He does if those are shark fins. They are right? Look at them all circling there ... wow, Ottery really is a daredevil," Laura replied. "Let's go get ice cream to celebrate the coolest boss ever." Giovanni said. "Mint chocolate chip?" Laura asked. "Yes, and for the lady Banana nut." Laura turned around and kissed the boy and the bicycle went crashing into a bunch of bushes. They laughed and giggled. Meanwhile Prince sighed and purred on the bar top of the local outdoor bar. "These kids are never going to change are they?" There was laughter and danger and funny drinks with coconuts and umbrellas and sharks and dancing and mostly fun and friendship, before an owl came in from Dumbledore asking for urgent help from Ottery and his friends. It seems the wizarding world was in trouble again. But when isn't the world in peril, no? |
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I read this AGES ago, the last update I mean, and I knowww I haven't left a review, but I love it, and I love you. Gimme some hours, 'kay? -rushes off to dress for the day- :xd: |
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I finished reading this fic! *feels immensely proud that she caught up* and it's FANTABULOUS! I'm really glad you decided to keep everyone alive :) I'll be sticking around for that zero issue! |
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