Post by silvertabby on Sept 4, 2007 10:12:03 GMT -5
Title:Soaking wet
Sumary:Raining night at Grimauld place, with no wands
Rating:some language, staff you usually hear at school, so...
Dislamer:Not mine
Soaking wet
The door opened and a soaking mad Eye Moody entered nr.12 grimauld place. It was 3 o'clock in the morning, so he expected to find it deserted. And, so it was. Dumbledore, who had joust aparated in front of the house came in.
'What a night!' said Moody, lighting the lamps.
'Yes...' answered Dumbledore, trying to get the cold water out of his silver beard.’ And on top of it all, we can't use our wands, the ministry, again.'
'Yea, our mission got screwed up and we only got a nice cold shower...' mumbled Moody.' I hope there's something left from dinner, I'm starving!' he said, walking towards the kitchen.
The lights were lit and Harry and Ron were looking for something to eat, apparently on one of their usual night wanderings to the fridge.
'Hm...good evening, Professors' said the two boys fibly.
'evening, Pottger, Weasley!' barked Moody
'Ah, good evening, boys!' said Dumbledore.
After hand-lighting the fire, the two wizards sat down at the old stile table.
'Everybody’s off to sleep, apparently' said the ex-auror over his mug of firewisky.
'Yes, apparently. At least they left some drinks. It came in handy, for warmth.'
'Yea, wanna see who can drink the most?’ barked Moody, after his first mug full.
They heard the entrance door being opened, then some footsteps, a noise of broken china, someone shrieking something that sounded suspiciously like' Screw the world!', than the yells of Mrs. Black.
MUD BLOODS, TRAITORS AND FILTH, IN THE HOUSE OF MY--' but another female voice took over, yelling, if possible even louder.
'SHAT UP, YOU CRAZY OLD BITCH! CAN'T YOU SEE I HAD ENOUGH ALREADY?! WANDS BLOCK, FUCKING MINISTER, BLOUDDY STORM!
They recognized the voice immediately: it was prof. McGonagall.
To be continued.
Sumary:Raining night at Grimauld place, with no wands
Rating:some language, staff you usually hear at school, so...
Dislamer:Not mine
Soaking wet
The door opened and a soaking mad Eye Moody entered nr.12 grimauld place. It was 3 o'clock in the morning, so he expected to find it deserted. And, so it was. Dumbledore, who had joust aparated in front of the house came in.
'What a night!' said Moody, lighting the lamps.
'Yes...' answered Dumbledore, trying to get the cold water out of his silver beard.’ And on top of it all, we can't use our wands, the ministry, again.'
'Yea, our mission got screwed up and we only got a nice cold shower...' mumbled Moody.' I hope there's something left from dinner, I'm starving!' he said, walking towards the kitchen.
The lights were lit and Harry and Ron were looking for something to eat, apparently on one of their usual night wanderings to the fridge.
'Hm...good evening, Professors' said the two boys fibly.
'evening, Pottger, Weasley!' barked Moody
'Ah, good evening, boys!' said Dumbledore.
After hand-lighting the fire, the two wizards sat down at the old stile table.
'Everybody’s off to sleep, apparently' said the ex-auror over his mug of firewisky.
'Yes, apparently. At least they left some drinks. It came in handy, for warmth.'
'Yea, wanna see who can drink the most?’ barked Moody, after his first mug full.
They heard the entrance door being opened, then some footsteps, a noise of broken china, someone shrieking something that sounded suspiciously like' Screw the world!', than the yells of Mrs. Black.
MUD BLOODS, TRAITORS AND FILTH, IN THE HOUSE OF MY--' but another female voice took over, yelling, if possible even louder.
'SHAT UP, YOU CRAZY OLD BITCH! CAN'T YOU SEE I HAD ENOUGH ALREADY?! WANDS BLOCK, FUCKING MINISTER, BLOUDDY STORM!
They recognized the voice immediately: it was prof. McGonagall.
To be continued.
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hoho!
