Post by Karlynne on May 11, 2005 17:19:38 GMT -5
Title: The Richly Pure Society
Summary: A story involving Albus and Minerva and others.
Rating: Multi-syllable words inside. This story should be considered age appropriate for those capable of pronouncing them.
Warning: Riddle inside and the answer is not revealed although my eight year old figured it out.
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Minerva’s lips touched a particularly sensitive spot behind my ear and I couldn’t stop the quiver that raced through my body. It’s a rare individual that is fortunate to find a woman half as wonderful as my Minerva.
Goosebumps spread across my arms and the thrill of whispery soft kisses floated across my neck. We had finished our work for the day and in true Minerva fashion she had transformed into a tabby cat and launched herself onto my lap. I feigned ignorance to her intentions as she settled on her haunches and began washing nonchalantly. This was completed quickly and she gracefully turned clockwise three times before stretching elegantly and lying across my thighs. Generally she faces the same direction I do when sitting on my lap. She wants to see everything I see but today she faced me and was staring mischievously at one spot on my lap.
She wore a Cheshire grin that contrasted with her cuddly image. I can only imagine that the twinkle in my eye grew brighter. I stroked her fur and petted her in the manner she preferred. I glanced out the window. It was after three and there was more than enough time to enjoy a little afternoon delight.
A sleek paw had begun swatting my hand and she playfully kneaded a responsive part of my anatomy while she pranced on my lap. Any time she is near that particular area my body is on alert and this time was no exception. She knew my body as well as her own and within seconds had transformed to human form again. I held her on my lap while she wiggled and got comfortable. I don’t have to tell you that Minerva’s squirming had me in a state of anticipation. I was enjoying her ministrations to my neck and jaw when a soft knock sounded at my office door.
I was in favor of ignoring the intrusion on the other side of the door as my hand had found its way beneath Minerva’s robe and was traveling rather high on her thigh. Now was not the time for interruptions. Unfortunately Minerva is a dedicated worker and she was rising before I could stop her. I eased my chair closer to the desk to keep any evidence of my arousal from view and looked to the doorway.
Minerva was standing aside to allow a real looker inside.
Now, I am a committed man. Minerva is the only woman in the world for which I have any love or desire but if she hadn’t been present, I may have momentarily forgotten. Minerva is no fool though. She ushered the woman into a chair across from my desk and then took a seat beside me. Her posture told me she was firmly rooted and nothing could remove her from her station.
The woman introduced herself as Elizabeth White and felt she was in need of services only I could provide. Ms. White was classy. Her robes were of the finest quality and very tasteful. A bit conservative in my opinion but I know witches who would claim she was at the top of fashion. I was sure she turned heads wherever she went. I forced my eyes from her figure and studied her features. Blue eyes, blonde, creamy skin, all the components in their proper place and in proportion.
“It’s my husband.” She started which made me pay attention to her words. Inwardly I was groaning. Of course it wouldn’t be anything exciting. I was going to get stuck with another “I think my husband is being unfaithful” cases.
“I think he’s being kidnapped.”
I was startled to hear those words. She didn’t appear distraught so she couldn’t have witness the abduction and as of yet she had not produced a ransom note. Minerva on the other hand was rolling her eyes.
“He’s always joining clubs and organizations and it always gets him into a situation beyond his control. His latest is taking up too much of his time and keeping him away from home. I think it may be a cult.” She widened her eyes dramatically and licked her lips. This was a rehearsed ploy and I was certain it was practiced before a mirror frequently. I was certain now more than ever that her husband was fooling around and using his “club” as an excuse to remain away from home.
Mrs. White seemed to realize that I was losing interest. She removed a small bag from a pocket within her robes and enlarged it.
“I know you don’t accept monetary compensation for helping others but I thought a thousand galleons could go quite a long way in helping you help someone else.”
I smiled benignly. I could not be bought. Minerva politely coughed and I reached for the bag. Summer holidays were approaching and a week at the seashore would be relaxing.
“His newest club is called The Richly Pure Society. I want you to express an interest in joining and tell me how to get him back before I lose him completely.”
She didn’t try to conjure crocodile tears for which I was grateful. I assured her I would look into the matter and Minerva escorted her out. I quickly went into my bedroom and changed into more impressive robes. Minerva was waiting when I returned and her own robes had been changed for more expensive ones.
“If you think you’re going to what may amount to an establishment of ill repute without me, you are sorely mistaken.” Her eyebrow was arched dangerously high and I knew when to avoid an argument.
The building that housed the Richly Pure Society was located at the edge of Hogsmeade. We found it fairly easily and entered. We were met in the foyer and I explained we were interested in the organization and casually mentioned Mrs. White’s name. We were immediately ushered further inside. We were led to a table and took a seat. I barely had time to take in the posh surroundings when three people joined us, a man and two women. Not a word was spoken by the three and just as I opened my mouth to do so a waiter appeared to take our drink order. Minerva and I ordered butterbeer so we could keep a clear head.
The waiter summoned our drinks then spoke very clearly to me.
“The Richly Pure Society is comprised of two different groups. The Deceptors and the Veritans. The first are liars and the latter are the opposite and only speak the truth. You may join either group but which ever you choose you must commit to speaking the truth or lie with every sentence you speak.”
He went on to explain the various punishments for those caught being out of character and after three violations; the member was removed from the society for a while.
The waiter continued. “Before you can be accepted you must pass our initiation exam. These three individuals will only speak to you once. You must determine which one is the Veritan. You only get one chance to answer.” He walked away before I could ask a question.
Minerva and I looked at each other. These three before me were accomplished Occlumens and I couldn’t find one memory or clue inside their minds. We sat there quietly until our drinks were finished and I grew impatient. Minerva and I could have been enjoying other pleasures.
I couldn’t stand the silence any longer and simply blurted out, “Which one of you is the Veritan?”
There was complete silence and I was ready to get up and leave when one of the women spoke. “I am the Veritan.”
The other two didn’t react. There was another pause. The waiter returned with more drinks when the man spoke. The waiter dropped the tray of drinks so all I heard was “I am…” So now I was in a fix. He wouldn’t be able to repeat his words.
The third person, another woman, finally spoke. “I’m the Veritan. Phillip just told you that he is but you shouldn’t believe him.” She pointed to the other woman. “Her either.”
And then just as silently as they arrived they got up and left. I narrowed my eyes. Did I care that Mrs. White’s husband wanted to spend time with these nutcases? It was a beautiful room and it was obvious that the members were well heeled. I had quickly reasoned out that Richly Pure stood for wealthy purebloods. This group would have to be investigated at greater length after I tipped off the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
The solution wasn’t hard and I would have had a nice afternoon with Minerva in the next room. I had glimpsed musicians warming up their instruments and I could just make out the edge of the dance floor. Members were beginning to pour into the room now but I wouldn’t be joining them. I was informed that the annual dues were five thousand galleons. In my business I get to hear liars every day for free. I was not going to pay for the privilege. I stood and the waiter immediately returned. I gave my answer and told him we regretted taking up their time. If we hurried Minerva and I could resume our activities before dinner. I took a few minutes to send Mrs. White an owl informing her of the steep annual dues. She struck me as the type to keep count of every knut her husband spent. I had no doubt he would feel compelled to join a different organization.
I hope you enjoyed the little puzzle and now I want to know which was the Veritan? The first who spoke? The second? Or the third? Karlie
Summary: A story involving Albus and Minerva and others.
Rating: Multi-syllable words inside. This story should be considered age appropriate for those capable of pronouncing them.
Warning: Riddle inside and the answer is not revealed although my eight year old figured it out.
*******************************************************************
Minerva’s lips touched a particularly sensitive spot behind my ear and I couldn’t stop the quiver that raced through my body. It’s a rare individual that is fortunate to find a woman half as wonderful as my Minerva.
Goosebumps spread across my arms and the thrill of whispery soft kisses floated across my neck. We had finished our work for the day and in true Minerva fashion she had transformed into a tabby cat and launched herself onto my lap. I feigned ignorance to her intentions as she settled on her haunches and began washing nonchalantly. This was completed quickly and she gracefully turned clockwise three times before stretching elegantly and lying across my thighs. Generally she faces the same direction I do when sitting on my lap. She wants to see everything I see but today she faced me and was staring mischievously at one spot on my lap.
She wore a Cheshire grin that contrasted with her cuddly image. I can only imagine that the twinkle in my eye grew brighter. I stroked her fur and petted her in the manner she preferred. I glanced out the window. It was after three and there was more than enough time to enjoy a little afternoon delight.
A sleek paw had begun swatting my hand and she playfully kneaded a responsive part of my anatomy while she pranced on my lap. Any time she is near that particular area my body is on alert and this time was no exception. She knew my body as well as her own and within seconds had transformed to human form again. I held her on my lap while she wiggled and got comfortable. I don’t have to tell you that Minerva’s squirming had me in a state of anticipation. I was enjoying her ministrations to my neck and jaw when a soft knock sounded at my office door.
I was in favor of ignoring the intrusion on the other side of the door as my hand had found its way beneath Minerva’s robe and was traveling rather high on her thigh. Now was not the time for interruptions. Unfortunately Minerva is a dedicated worker and she was rising before I could stop her. I eased my chair closer to the desk to keep any evidence of my arousal from view and looked to the doorway.
Minerva was standing aside to allow a real looker inside.
Now, I am a committed man. Minerva is the only woman in the world for which I have any love or desire but if she hadn’t been present, I may have momentarily forgotten. Minerva is no fool though. She ushered the woman into a chair across from my desk and then took a seat beside me. Her posture told me she was firmly rooted and nothing could remove her from her station.
The woman introduced herself as Elizabeth White and felt she was in need of services only I could provide. Ms. White was classy. Her robes were of the finest quality and very tasteful. A bit conservative in my opinion but I know witches who would claim she was at the top of fashion. I was sure she turned heads wherever she went. I forced my eyes from her figure and studied her features. Blue eyes, blonde, creamy skin, all the components in their proper place and in proportion.
“It’s my husband.” She started which made me pay attention to her words. Inwardly I was groaning. Of course it wouldn’t be anything exciting. I was going to get stuck with another “I think my husband is being unfaithful” cases.
“I think he’s being kidnapped.”
I was startled to hear those words. She didn’t appear distraught so she couldn’t have witness the abduction and as of yet she had not produced a ransom note. Minerva on the other hand was rolling her eyes.
“He’s always joining clubs and organizations and it always gets him into a situation beyond his control. His latest is taking up too much of his time and keeping him away from home. I think it may be a cult.” She widened her eyes dramatically and licked her lips. This was a rehearsed ploy and I was certain it was practiced before a mirror frequently. I was certain now more than ever that her husband was fooling around and using his “club” as an excuse to remain away from home.
Mrs. White seemed to realize that I was losing interest. She removed a small bag from a pocket within her robes and enlarged it.
“I know you don’t accept monetary compensation for helping others but I thought a thousand galleons could go quite a long way in helping you help someone else.”
I smiled benignly. I could not be bought. Minerva politely coughed and I reached for the bag. Summer holidays were approaching and a week at the seashore would be relaxing.
“His newest club is called The Richly Pure Society. I want you to express an interest in joining and tell me how to get him back before I lose him completely.”
She didn’t try to conjure crocodile tears for which I was grateful. I assured her I would look into the matter and Minerva escorted her out. I quickly went into my bedroom and changed into more impressive robes. Minerva was waiting when I returned and her own robes had been changed for more expensive ones.
“If you think you’re going to what may amount to an establishment of ill repute without me, you are sorely mistaken.” Her eyebrow was arched dangerously high and I knew when to avoid an argument.
The building that housed the Richly Pure Society was located at the edge of Hogsmeade. We found it fairly easily and entered. We were met in the foyer and I explained we were interested in the organization and casually mentioned Mrs. White’s name. We were immediately ushered further inside. We were led to a table and took a seat. I barely had time to take in the posh surroundings when three people joined us, a man and two women. Not a word was spoken by the three and just as I opened my mouth to do so a waiter appeared to take our drink order. Minerva and I ordered butterbeer so we could keep a clear head.
The waiter summoned our drinks then spoke very clearly to me.
“The Richly Pure Society is comprised of two different groups. The Deceptors and the Veritans. The first are liars and the latter are the opposite and only speak the truth. You may join either group but which ever you choose you must commit to speaking the truth or lie with every sentence you speak.”
He went on to explain the various punishments for those caught being out of character and after three violations; the member was removed from the society for a while.
The waiter continued. “Before you can be accepted you must pass our initiation exam. These three individuals will only speak to you once. You must determine which one is the Veritan. You only get one chance to answer.” He walked away before I could ask a question.
Minerva and I looked at each other. These three before me were accomplished Occlumens and I couldn’t find one memory or clue inside their minds. We sat there quietly until our drinks were finished and I grew impatient. Minerva and I could have been enjoying other pleasures.
I couldn’t stand the silence any longer and simply blurted out, “Which one of you is the Veritan?”
There was complete silence and I was ready to get up and leave when one of the women spoke. “I am the Veritan.”
The other two didn’t react. There was another pause. The waiter returned with more drinks when the man spoke. The waiter dropped the tray of drinks so all I heard was “I am…” So now I was in a fix. He wouldn’t be able to repeat his words.
The third person, another woman, finally spoke. “I’m the Veritan. Phillip just told you that he is but you shouldn’t believe him.” She pointed to the other woman. “Her either.”
And then just as silently as they arrived they got up and left. I narrowed my eyes. Did I care that Mrs. White’s husband wanted to spend time with these nutcases? It was a beautiful room and it was obvious that the members were well heeled. I had quickly reasoned out that Richly Pure stood for wealthy purebloods. This group would have to be investigated at greater length after I tipped off the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
The solution wasn’t hard and I would have had a nice afternoon with Minerva in the next room. I had glimpsed musicians warming up their instruments and I could just make out the edge of the dance floor. Members were beginning to pour into the room now but I wouldn’t be joining them. I was informed that the annual dues were five thousand galleons. In my business I get to hear liars every day for free. I was not going to pay for the privilege. I stood and the waiter immediately returned. I gave my answer and told him we regretted taking up their time. If we hurried Minerva and I could resume our activities before dinner. I took a few minutes to send Mrs. White an owl informing her of the steep annual dues. She struck me as the type to keep count of every knut her husband spent. I had no doubt he would feel compelled to join a different organization.
I hope you enjoyed the little puzzle and now I want to know which was the Veritan? The first who spoke? The second? Or the third? Karlie
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