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DucksRMagical Joined: 28 December 2006 Posts: 2535 Location: Going through LeakyCon withdrawal	Posted: Wednesday 5 May 2010 10 04 55 am    Post subject: Re: Albus potter and the Path Left Untrodden in topic:Albus potter and the Path Left Untrodden Sorry, again I forgot to update last week. But that just means two chapters this week! Chapter 33: In Dervish and Banges The atmosphere in the Great Hall the next morning was unlike anything Albus had seen before. The Hogwarts team was sitting together at the Ravenclaw table, surrounded by students from all four houses. Teddy and Tyler seemed to be in the thick of it and were loudly discussing tactics. The Australian team was sitting together at the Hufflepuff table, with a large distance between them and the Hufflepuffs. A small crowd of Australians had congregated around them. Albus decided not to join the rest of the Hogwarts team at the Ravenclaw table. Nobody was unable to play that day, so Albus's days on the team were pretty much over. To be honest, he was kind of relieved. There was just so much pressure. “I think this tournament has been good for Hogwarts,” Rose mused, “Look at everyone. Nobody seems to care who's in what house.” “It'll all go back to normal once the match is over,” Albus pointed out. “Maybe not,” Rose shrugged, “You never know.” “I don't know, Rose,” Matt said, “I don't think one year can change centuries of tradition.” “It's worth a try,” Rose said, “I think we should all try and get along.” “I don't think this has helped international magical cooperation,” John gestured to the Australian team. The Hufflepuffs sitting nearby were glaring at them. “Competition rarely does that,” Rose muttered. “Well, they'll all be going home soon,” Matt said cheerfully. Rose shot him a dirty look and then looked up at the staff table. Albus's gaze followed. The staff table was quite overcrowded that morning. There were scouts from Quidditch teams, Ministry officials including Albus's Uncle Percy, and a variety of people from Australia and New York. “Look at that witch,” John pointed to a very tall, beautiful witch with pale white skin and long dark hair. “She's Linda's mother,” Rose told them. “Is she-” John began. “Yes,” Rose whispered, “She's one, too.” “I thought so,” John said without taking his eyes off the witch. There was a loud cheer from the Ravenclaw table and the Hogwarts team began to leave the Hall. Their entourage followed until they reached the door and then they went to sit back down at various tables. The Australian team followed shortly. The excitement only seemed to increase now that the teams had gone down to the changing rooms. A few minutes later people began to leave for the pitch. The crowd at the staff table left first and the students followed. “Albus,” John said as they got up from the table, “I've got a few pairs of omnioculars in my trunk. I want to see it up close when Linda catches that Snitch.” “Let's go get them, then,” Albus replied. Rose rolled her eyes. “Meet us down at the pitch.” She and Amanda turned towards the door as the boys ran up the grand staircase. “Why didn't you just bring them to breakfast?” Matt asked. “Forgot,” John said. The castle was absolutely deserted as they made their way back to Gryffindor Tower. Albus hadn't seen it that empty during the day. It was almost disconcerting. John had to empty out his entire trunk in order to find the omnioculars. He had four pairs and handed one to each of the boys. “Let's go,” Albus said, “We're going to miss the start of the match.” Albus completely ignored the no running in the corridors rule as he made his way through the castle. There wasn't anyone to scold him anyway. The footsteps behind him told him his friends weren't far behind. Albus turned a corner and ran smack into something. He fell down onto his back and looked up, only to see that it was someone. Not just anyone either. Albus had collided with Matt's boggart. Only, it couldn't be a boggart because if it had been a boggart, it would have manifested itself into what Albus was most afraid of. At that moment, it probably would have been Willinson. The man sneered down at Albus and then smiled creepily. Albus scrambled up and turned back to look at his friends. Matt had turned white and looked far more afraid than Albus had ever seen him before, including when he had faced the boggart and when Malfoy had found out about his lycanthropy. John was looking from Matt to the man, an obvious horror on his face. Kaden was looking extremely confused. Albus turned and grabbed all three of his friends, pulling them into the nearest classroom. He slammed the door and pulled out his wand, putting every locking charm he knew onto the knob. Matt collapsed onto the nearest chair and put his head in his hands. “Th-th-that's-” “We know,” Albus whispered. “What the hell is he doing here?” John ranted, “He's got no business here!” “Why's he in the castle anyway?” Albus began to pace around the room, “If he's here to watch the Quidditch match, then why isn't he down there?” “What if he's not here to watch the Quidditch?” John said darkly. “Who the bloody hell is he?” Kaden asked loudly. Albus glanced at Matt before looking at Kaden. Matt didn't seem to have heard Kaden's question. “His name's Lubar. He's the Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures in Australia,” Albus explained, “He's the reason why Matt had to move here, amongst other things.” “He's a sick and twisted evil git,” John muttered, “What are we going to do?” Albus walked over to the door and peered out the small window at the top. Lubar was no longer in sight. “I've g-got to go to the Ministry,” Matt said, “I've got to t-tell my dad. L-Lubar, he can't be here.” Albus paced back and forth in front of the door. The Ministry. How would they get there? Brooms? No, that would take too long. They'd have to use the Floo Network, but none of the fireplaces at Hogwarts were hooked up, as far as Albus knew. “We're going to have to get to Hogsmeade,” Albus said, “You wait here. I'll get my Cloak and the map. Then we'll sneak into Hogsmeade and Floo to the Ministry.” Matt nodded. “You guys don't have to come. You can go to the match.” “Are you mental?” John exclaimed, “That bloke out there is probably worse than Willinson. We're not letting you do this alone.” Albus nodded in agreement before waving his wand and undoing the locking charms. He cautiously looked out into the corridor before leaving. It was empty. Much to Albus's relief, both the Cloak and the map were right where he'd left them. He shoved them into his robes and ran back to the classroom. Matt, John, and Kaden were all talking quietly. Matt didn't look any less scared, but at least he didn't seem to be in shock anymore. “We're not all going to fit underneath it,” Albus said as he unfolded the cloak. “You three get under it,” John said immediately, “I'm tallest so I'll take up the most room anyway. Plus, if we meet up with Lubar again, I'm the best liar.” Albus couldn't argue there. Both he and Matt were horrible liars and Kaden still hadn't gotten over his inability to keep secrets. “You take the map, then,” Albus handed the map to John, “We've got to get to the one-eyed witch statue on the third floor. Albus threw the Cloak over himself, Matt, and Kaden, and the three of them followed John out of the room. The corridor was still empty, much to Albus's relief. John set a very fast pace and he was soon quite a bit ahead of Albus and the others. Albus couldn't say anything, though, as it would give away his presence. Instead he tried to run as fast as he could while making the least amount of noise possible. The boys made it down the two flights of stairs necessary to get to the third floor and arrived at the statue without seeing anyone. Albus pulled the Cloak off of them and stuffed it into his pocket. With a quick tap of his wand, he statue's hump opened and the boys climbed inside. Albus lit his wand and took off down the small passageway. Matt, John, and Kaden followed suit. “Why did Kendrick let him in?” John asked as they ran, “Doesn't he know what he did?” “Yes,” Matt answered, “I don't think Kendrick knows he's here.” “What did he do?” Kaden asked. “You don't think he came here to see you?” Albus asked Matt, “I mean, remember when Killigan saw us that one time and he seemed so interested in finding you?” “Of course I do,” Matt muttered, “And it really wouldn't surprise me if that's why he's here. But I'm betting there's another reason.” “What did he do?” Kaden repeated, a bit louder. “Why else would he be here?” Albus asked, “The match?” “Maybe, but I'm betting it's got something to do with Linda,” Matt replied, “I don't know for sure, but it seems too coincidental for him to be here just to see me.” “What did he do?” Kaden shouted, “Why would he want to see you?” Matt stopped running and wheeled around to look at Kaden. “It's a long story. Lubar's got a grudge against my dad, one that he obviously still has even though we haven't lived in Australia for six years,” Matt paused, “He passed a bunch of laws against werewolves and I wound up having to transform with a bunch of other werewolves. It was bad.” Matt resumed walking and didn't elaborate on the subject. Kaden didn't ask him to. “What's your dad going to do about it?” Kaden asked. “I dunno,” Matt shrugged, “Maybe talk to Kendrick or something.” There was no doubt in Albus's mind that Matt's dad would be able to get Lubar to leave Hogwarts, possibly even leave the country. Albus had known little about Mr. Eckerton prior to this year, but now he knew that you did not want to be on his bad side. When it came down to it, Mr. Eckerton was the one who had Balladanis sacked. The passage finally began to rise until it came to an abrupt stop at a knotty wooden door. Albus pressed his ear to the door, but heard nothing. He carefully pushed it open, wincing as it creaked. Seeing nobody in the storage room beyond, Albus beckoned his friends forward. The room was dimly lit, enough for Albus to see a huge amount of boxes littering the floor. On the far wall he could see a fireplace. The boys climbed over the various boxes and stood in front of the fireplace. Albus located a small sack of Floo Powder and then lit a fire. He turned to his friends. “You can't Floo directly into someone's study at the Ministry. We're going to have to go to the Atrium,” Albus told them, “I'll go first, you follow.” Albus took a handful of powder and then handed the bag to Matt. He tossed the powder into the fire and stepped inside, shouting “The Ministry of Magic!” Albus stumbled out of a different fireplace seconds later. The Atrium was nearly deserted, save for a few wizards striding towards the lifts, clearly too busy to notice Albus. Matt landed rather ungracefully on the floor. He picked himself up, brushing stray ash off his robes. “Place is deserted,” Matt said as he looked around. “It's a Saturday,” Albus pointed out, “Does your dad work Saturdays?” “Yeah,” Matt nodded, “At least mornings.” John was next to step out of the fire, doing so more elegantly than Matt had. He stood in front of the fire, staring around at the Atrium. His eyes rested on the Fountain of Magical Brethren. “This is more fancy than I imagined,” John said. “Bloody hell!” Kaden shouted as he fell out of the fire, “This is the Ministry?” “Yes,” Matt said quickly, “But we haven't got time to explore. Let's go.” Albus followed Matt towards the desk in the front of the Atrium. There was an old wizard leafing through a copy of the Quibbler, oblivious to his surroundings. Albus almost thought they'd be able to sneak around him, but he looked up just as they were about to pass. “Where do you think you're going?” he asked and then his eyes rested on Albus, “Albus Severus Potter. Why aren't you in school?” “Er,” Albus began, a little unnerved that the man knew who he was. Matt stepped in front of Albus. “We need to go see my dad. He's the Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. It's kind of an emergency.” “Very well,” the man looked at them oddly, “Put your wands up here.” Albus did as he was told and the others followed suit. They waited impatiently as the old wizard tested their wands and then handed them back. He waved them on towards the lifts. “What's the point of that?” Kaden asked as they waited for a lift. “So if you murder anyone, they can tell whose wand did it,” Albus said bluntly. “That's cheerful,” Kaden replied. Once the lift arrived, the boys piled in and Matt pushed the number four. Nobody said anything as the lift creaked its way to the fourth floor. Matt took off at a run down the corridor after they left the lift. Albus had never been to this particular floor. It looked rather similar to the Magical Law Enforcement's floor, with nondescript sets of double doors on one side. Matt skidded to a halt in front of the only door that was single and banged his hand loudly on it. When there was no answer after a few seconds, he banged again. “Hold your hippogriffs!” called a voice from the inside, “I'm coming, I'm-” Matt's dad said as he opened the door. Mr. Eckerton seemed to freeze at the sight of his son and the other three boys. He gaped at them for a second before shaking his head. “Matt?” he asked and rubbed his eyes, as if he thought he was seeing a hallucination, “But, why aren't you in school? How did you get here? Why are you here? Albus? What are you- and John, Kaden?” His eyes rested on Matt again. “Matt? What's wrong?” Mr. Eckerton stepped aside and let the boys into his study. He shut the door quietly behind them. The study reminded Albus of his dad's. There were large windows on the side opposite the door, although the scene outside was not real, nor was the gentle rain that was pattering onto it. There was a large leather covered chair behind the huge oak desk and a few smaller chairs in front of it. Along the other two walls were shelves with loads of books. Most of them were about various magical creatures. Albus, Matt, and John took the seats that were in front of the desk while Kaden wandered around the study looking at things. Mr. Eckerton leaned against the front of his desk and looked at his son. “What's happened?” he asked quietly. “L-Lubar,” Matt said in barely more than a whisper, “He-he's at Hogwarts.” “What?!” Mr. Eckerton exclaimed. “We were on our way to the Quidditch final,” Matt said, “A-and we saw him.” “Bloody hell!” Mr. Eckerton stood up and slammed his fist loudly against his desk, “Did Professor Kendrick allow this?” “I don't know,” Matt replied, “B-but everyone else was at the match and he was just lurking about the castle.” Mr. Eckerton's face hardened. He looked just like he had when he talked with Professor Balladanis earlier in the term. “Let's go, boys,” he said darkly, “I've got to have a word with Professor Kendrick.” Albus followed Mr. Eckerton out of his study and down towards the lifts. John's walking speed was nothing compared to Matt's dad's. The boys had to run to keep up. “Where did you Floo from?” Mr. Eckerton asked once they were in the lift. “Honeyduke's,” Albus answered. “We'll Floo there now,” Mr. Eckerton replied. The wizard at the welcome desk looked at them curiously as they rushed towards the fireplaces, but didn't say anything. Mr. Eckerton handed Albus a bit of Floo Powder and gestured for him to go first. Albus stepped into the fire and shouted, “Honeyduke's!” Albus began to spin faster and faster. He saw glimpses of people's houses, shops in Diagon Alley, and a variety of other places he did not recognize. Then, out of one of the fireplaces, came a hand. Everything seemed to slow down, but Albus wasn't sure if it actually did or not. The hand grabbed him. Albus fought against it, but it was too strong. All of a sudden he was laying on a dusty wooden floor, one that was not at all like the one in Honeyduke's. Albus coughed and stood up. His heart was beating fast. What had happened? Why wasn't he in Honeyduke's? Where was he? Whose hand was that? Albus grappled for his wand and shakily held it up. He lit it and looked around the room, seeing no one. “Nice to see you, Potter,” a cold voice said from behind him. Albus jumped and turned around. There, crouching next to the fireplace with his hand inside of it, was Lubar. He looked even more creepy in the dank room than he did in Hogwarts. The fireplace glowed green and Lubar yanked his arm out of it. John came tumbling out of the fire and scrambled too his feet, looking about. Lubar muttered something underneath his breath and stuck his hand in the fire again. “What the?” John whispered to Albus, “Where are we? Is that? Bloody Hell!” “Shut up!” Lubar shouted. Albus gazed around the room. It looked vaguely familiar, but Albus couldn't put his finger on it. The windows were boarded up, but it was definitely not the Shrieking Shack. Albus doubted that was connected to the Floo Network anyway. The fireplace glowed green yet again, this time sending Kaden onto the floor. This earned another shout from Lubar, who stuck his hand in the fire again. Kaden gaped and then got to his feet and stood next to Albus. He looked absolutely terrified, even before he laid eyes on Lubar. Albus wanted nothing more than to run from the room, but he did not know where the building was even located. Plus, Lubar would probably stun him or something. Green light filled the room as the fireplace glowed once more. Albus knew even before it happened that Matt would be the one to next fall out of the flames. Mere seconds later, that suspicion was confirmed. Matt coughed and scrambled to his feet. He gasped when he saw Lubar and ran over to Albus. Lubar, finally satisfied, doused the fire and lit his wand, which illuminated his sinister face. He began to pace slowly in front of them. “Well, well, you went crying to Daddy just as I expected,” Lubar grinned manically, “I do love when things work out the way I expect them to.” Albus could feel Matt shaking next to him. He gripped his wand hard, debating whether to try and disarm Lubar. “Any idea where you are?” Lubar asked, “Dervish and Banges. Lovely shop, pity about the owner. Yes, a real shame.” Lubar didn't seem at all upset about what happened to the shop owner. Albus looked around the shop again and now he recognized it. “Well, let's not waste our time here,” Lubar said, “There's a few people who've been dying to see you.” Lubar snapped his fingers three times and Albus heard footsteps on the stairs. Three wizards descended the stairs and strode into the room. They lit their wands at the same time and Albus gasped when the light showed their faces. Jarrett and Quinton Willinson, along with Washburn. Three people Albus hoped never to see again. Albus swallowed hard. He could see no way out of this. As good a dueler he was, he was up against four fully qualified wizards. Three of them did not possess the skills to duel, but Albus had no idea what Lubar was capable of. “Ah, yes,” Lubar smirked, “What a lovely reunion. Unfortunately we haven't got time to chat.” Before Albus knew it, Washburn had him in a headlock with his wand pointed at his neck. Quinton Willinson had Kaden and his father had John. Matt, seeing his friends restrained, made a run for the nearest window. “Not so fast, young werewolf,” Lubar caught him by the back of his robes and wrapped one of his arms around his middle. Lubar reached into his robes with his free hand and pulled out an old tea kettle. He held it out to the other three men and each one put a free hand on it. Albus knew what was going to happen right before it did. He shared a frightened glance with Matt before feeling a jerk behind his belly button.
DucksRMagical Joined: 28 December 2006 Posts: 2535 Location: Going through LeakyCon withdrawal	Posted: Wednesday 21 April 2010 10 49 48 am    Post subject: Re: Albus potter and the Path Left Untrodden in topic:Albus potter and the Path Left Untrodden In the insanity that was last week, I completely forgot to update here. I updated HPFF, but not BaO. Sorry! So you'll get a double update today Chapter 31: Balladanis's Fate There was another Prefect standing next to the gargoyle that concealed the entrance to Kendrick's study. It was apparently his job to mutter the password to the gargoyle to allow all the students being interviewed in. He looked incredibly bored. Albus and Matt ascended into the study and found three other students waiting in front of Kendrick's closed door. A very bored looking Hufflepuff, who was probably in sixth or seventh year, Scorpius Malfoy, and much to Albus's dismay, one of those Ravenclaws they had encountered on the grounds earlier. Albus was not at all surprised to see Scorpius Malfoy there. After all, he had private lessons with Balladanis as well. However, he chose to ignore Malfoy's presence and leaned against the wall to begin the long wait. What had been the point in sending them all to Kendrick's study at the same time? They were obviously only interviewing one person at a time. Why couldn't they have just summoned Albus later, when there were less people waiting? Kendrick's door opened and a pale-faced Gryffindor first year walked out. She hurried out of the study and one of the Ministry officials motioned for the Ravenclaw to enter. The Ravenclaw was in Kendrick's study for about fifteen minutes. Then it was Malfoy's turn. He took a bit more time, but finally came out and left without so much as a glance towards Albus and Matt. In the mean time, two more students had entered. One Albus recognized as Peyton Haines, one of the Chasers from the Slytherin Quidditch team. The other was a young Hufflepuff Albus didn't recognize. Finally, after what must have been at least an hour, Albus was finally called into the room. Kendrick was not in his study. Only the three investigators were. Albus was now able to see them up close. The one who had called him into the room was quite tall and wore a menacing glare. Her robes were perfectly pressed, without a single wrinkle, and her hair was pulled into a tight bun. She reminded Albus of Minerva McGonagall. The other witch was the complete opposite. She was short and quite a bit overweight. Her frizzy brown hair stuck up at all sorts of odd angles and she had a small pair of glasses perched on her nose. The remaining investigator was a wizard and he was seated behind Kendrick's desk, a quill in hand. He looked a bit bored by the entire thing. He was gazing about the room and had the look of someone who wasn't quite paying attention. Two people who were paying rapt attention, or should he say portraits, were Dumbledore and Snape. Both were sitting straight up and looking straight at the investigators. The tall witch gestured for Albus to take a seat in front of the desk. Albus did so. “My name is Katherine Torenzo and this is Lorraine Smyth,” the tall witch gestured to the short witch, “And that is Herb Cletus. He'll be transcribing our interview.” No wonder he was so bored, Albus thought. He didn't even get to ask any of the questions. “Please state your full name, age, year, and house for the record,” Torenzo said briskly. Albus raised his eyebrows. Wouldn't they already know all of that information? “It's protocol, dear,” Smyth told him. “Albus Severus Potter, thirteen, third year, Gryffindor,” Albus answered. “Excellent,” Torenzo replied, “Now, perhaps you can tell us what goes on in an average lesson with Professor Balladanis, in your own words.” “Er, all right,” Albus said, “Well, he comes in and tells us all to stop talking. Then he'll collect the homework. Oh, and you have to get the homework in on time, no matter what. He doesn't take late work, even if you've got a good excuse. You could be sick in the hospital wing and he wouldn't take late homework. “Then he'll teach us a new spell or about some new creature. Then we'll have to perform the spell.” “What happens if you don't perform it properly?” Smyth asked. “He makes you do it again, and again, until you get it,” Albus answered, “If you don't get it, he makes you go to extra help sessions.” “Has this caused distress to any of the students in your class?” Smyth asked. “Not in my class, but I've heard of other students crying because of it,” Albus answered. “Have you attended any extra help sessions?” Torenzo asked. “No,” Albus shook his head, “Professor Balladanis has never told me I had to.” “I understand you have been given dueling lessons by him, however,” Torenzo said, “Can you tell us a bit about them? What do they consist of?” “Most times he just teaches me new spells, spells that are harder than the ones we learn in class. Scorpius Malfoy is there, too, and we duel each other with the spells,” Albus explained. “You said 'most' times,” Smyth said, “What else does he have you do?” “Er,” Albus shifted uncomfortably in his chair, “One time he had us go into his pensieve.” “Did he,” Torenzo muttered, “Please elaborate.” “We watched his parents be murdered by vampires,” Albus said after a brief hesitation. He doubted Balladanis would be happy about this, but Kendrick had said to be truthful. Both Torenzo and Smyth looked horrified. Cletus was writing away furiously on the parchment. Snape was smirking and Dumbledore's face had seemed to harden. “We didn't actually see it,” Albus said quickly, “We stood outside the house as it happened. Balladanis's parents were in the house. Then we watched Balladanis, in the memory, run away from the house. He was thirteen.” “And then what?” Torenzo prodded. “We left the pensieve. Balladanis explained what we had seen-” “He didn't tell you ahead of time?” Smyth asked. “No,” Albus shook his head, “He just told us to go in the pensieve.” “Did he explain why he wanted you to see this?” Torenzo asked. “Yeah. He wanted to show us why he became a Presuler,” Albus said. “He told you he's a Presuler?” Torenzo raised her eyebrow. “Yes, he thinks me and Malfoy should become Presulers,” Albus explained. “Very well,” Torenzo said as she walked towards Albus, “I have one final question. Would you feel comfortable if Professor Balladanis continued to teach here?” Albus thought about it for a moment. Balladanis was certainly a motivated teacher and one Albus could learn a lot from. But on the other hand, he wasn't the kind of wizard Albus felt comfortable around. “No,” Albus said quietly, “I guess not.” Torenzo nodded. “Please return to your common room. You are not to speak of this interview to anyone until after the investigation is completed.” Albus got up from the chair and Torenzo followed him out of the room. She called Matt in as Albus left. Albus muttered a quiet 'good luck' to him before descending from the room. ****** “Why can't you just tell us?” John lamented as the boys sat around the Marauder's Den after dinner. Rose and Amanda were currently in the girls' dormitory with Linda, who had recently been interviewed. “I've told you a million times,” Albus said, “The Ministry witches said we couldn't talk about the interview.” “But how would they know?” John asked, “It's not like I'm going to go telling the whole school about it.” “Neither will I,” Kaden added. Albus snorted. “I'll tell you about it after Balladanis is sacked, or isn't sacked. I don't think it's going to take long for them to decide.” “He's going to be sacked,” Matt said adamantly and then turned to John, “You're not going to his extra help session tonight, are you?” “Not if I was paid twenty Galleons,” John replied, “Well, ok, maybe if I was paid twenty Galleons, but not for less than ten. What about you, Albus? Going to go to your dueling lesson?” Albus shrugged. He still hadn't decided. What he really wanted to know was whether Malfoy was going, but he couldn't very well waltz down to the dungeons, barge into the Slytherin common room, and ask. “No idea,” Albus sighed. “Don't go,” Matt said, “If you go, I'm going to start worrying about your sanity.” “Why would you want to go?” John gave Albus a strange look. “I might find out something about how the investigation is going, or something,” Albus muttered. John opened his mouth to reply, but instead turned to the door. A loud squawking noise had seemed to emit from it. “Did you hear that?” John asked. Albus nodded and got up from his seat. He walked over to the door and paused next to it. The squawking noise was repeated. One thing Albus loved about the Marauder's Den was that it was always very quiet. No noises could be heard from the corridor while he was inside. Albus rarely ever heard noises from the corridor, let alone squawking noises. Albus cautiously opened the door and instead of the bizarre bird he had expected to see, Rose was standing there with her wand out. “Finally!” she groaned, “I thought you'd never come to the door.” “Rose?” Albus asked, “What is it? Was that squawking you?” “Yes,” Rose said hurriedly, “I had to get you to come out of there. Uncle Harry's looking for you. He's waiting in the common room. I told him I'd find you.” Albus turned around and told Matt, John, and Kaden, all of whom had followed him out of the room, that he would be back soon. He had no idea what his dad wanted, but it must have been important for him to go to the castle on a day he didn't have to patrol it. Harry was sitting in one of the squashy armchairs in front of the fire when Albus arrived. Georgia and Fred were both talking with him, most likely about Quidditch judging by their excessive use of hand gestures, but stopped abruptly when Albus entered. Harry got up and met Albus near the portrait hole. “Let's talk outside,” Harry said. Albus followed him out of the portrait hole and down the corridor a little ways. “What were you up to just now?” Harry asked, grinning a bit. “Nothing,” Albus shrugged truthfully. “Well, I'm no longer a teacher here, so I won't say a word about you causing trouble, if that's what you were doing,” Harry told him, “But anyway, what I wanted to ask you is whether you were planning on going to Professor Balladanis's dueling lesson tonight?” That seemed to be the question of the evening, Albus thought. “I dunno,” Albus shrugged. “I realize that the decision is completely up to you,” Harry said quietly, “But I would advise you not to go. Professor Balladanis is under a considerable amount of stress, of which you don't know the half of. I'd say the chances are high that he may take out this stress on you and Scorpius.” “Do you know if Malfoy's going?” Albus asked. “I really have no idea,” Harry answered, “But I tend to believe he won't.” “I don't think I will either,” Albus said. “A wise decision,” Harry smiled. Harry said good night to Albus and then Albus went back to the Marauder's Den. Kaden was in the middle of showing Matt and John how to make a proper paper airplane. “What did your dad want?” John asked without looking up from the parchment he was folding. “To tell me it wasn't a good idea to go to Balladanis's lesson tonight,” Albus said as he flopped down onto the empty couch. “And?” Matt asked. “I'm not going,” Albus answered. “Good,” Matt replied. “You know what was weird, though?” Albus began, “My dad said Balladanis was under a lot of stress, most of which I don't know about. So I'm guessing it's not only the investigation.” “Weird,” Kaden shook his head, “I'll be happy when he's sacked.” “We don't know for sure that he'll be sacked,” Albus pointed out, “I just wish I knew what else he was stressed about.” “Maybe he's got to battle a beautiful woman,” John smirked, “Remember his boggart?” “His boggart!” Albus shouted, “I can't believe I didn't put that together sooner. It wasn't a beautiful woman; it was a vampire. It's so obvious now that we know what happened to his parents, too.” “Yeah, that does seem fairly obvious,” Matt agreed, “But what's that got to do with his stress?” “Probably nothing,” Albus shrugged, “I just realized it.” “You know,” John began, “This is the first Friday we've had to ourselves.” “You're right,” Albus said, “What should we do?” “Let's go down to the kitchens,” Kaden said. “And spend the night here,” Matt added, “We hardly ever do that.” They did just that. The boys snuck down to the kitchens and were given as many sweets and puddings as they could carry by the house elves. Then they stayed up late eating all of it and playing various games. Albus was even able to forget about Balladanis for a while, something that had not happened in quite a while. ****** The Ministry officials remained a permanent fixture at Hogwarts throughout the remainder of the weekend. Albus overheard a lot of students mentioning that they'd been interviewed, including John's cousin Isabelle, one of the Chasers on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, and Gabriella. Professor Balladanis did not show up at a single meal. In fact, he wasn't seen at all throughout the weekend. Nobody saw him, which raised the question of whether he was even still in the castle. Albus was hoping he ran for it. Got out before the Ministry had a chance to make their decision. Albus was more than a little nervous about going to Defense on Tuesday and hearing what Balladanis had to say about Albus's absence from their dueling lesson. It was on Monday morning that all the Hogwarts students knew a verdict had been reached. Professor Kendrick rose partway through the meal, something that only happened when something important happened. He was flanked by the two witches from the Ministry. The wizard was no longer there. The Hall immediately quieted, without Kendrick even having to ask. Albus was slightly taken aback by Kendrick's impending announcement, since there had not been a single mention of Balladanis in that morning's Prophet. “A decision has been reached about Professor Balladanis,” Kendrick announced, “Madam Torenzo will inform you of it. The Prophet has kindly agreed not to publish the article about it just yet, as I wished to inform you of it first.” “He's sacked,” John muttered, “Otherwise he'd be at breakfast.” “Good point,” Albus said. Torenzo stood up and gazed out at the students with a neutral look on her face. “Upon extensive investigation of Professor Balladanis's teaching methods and thorough interviews of selected students, the Ministry has seen it fit to remove him from his teaching position here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Professor Balladanis packed his things late last night and no longer resides in the castle. Professor Kendrick will inform you about what will happen with Defense classes for the remainder of the year. I would like to thank all of you for your cooperation during this time.” Torenzo sat back down and continued eating her breakfast like nothing had happened. The Great Hall immediately erupted into whispers, but they were quickly stopped by Kendrick. “Defense Against the Dark Arts classes will not take place until further notice. I will try and procure a suitable replacement for Professor Balladanis as quickly as possible. Until then, please use the time to study for your upcoming exams,” Kendrick said and then resumed his seat. He began to talk with Torenzo and the students voices rose in the Hall. “I knew it!” Matt exclaimed, “Best news I've heard this month!” “Yes!” Georgia shouted and then turned to Fred, “Pay up!” “Merlin!” James groaned, “Why'd they have to do that investigation so quickly?” Money began to exchange hands throughout the Gryffindor table as Fred collected and handed out Galleons. “Do you think Kendrick'll find a replacement?” John asked. “Dunno,” Albus shrugged, “No one really wanted that job to begin with.” “Glad I didn't do that werewolf essay,” John grinned. “Maybe Kendrick won't find a replacement,” Kaden said, “Then we'd have one less exam.” “That would be brilliant,” John replied. The atmosphere in the castle for the rest of the day was incredibly upbeat. Hardly anyone seemed at all sad that Balladanis had left. Quite a few students asked Matt to thank his dad for them. It seemed that the only students upset by it were those who had lost bets because of it. Argus Filch was another who was unhappy. The general excitement of the castle caused him more work. Peeves destroyed the Defense classroom in celebration (Balladanis never liked Peeves), James and his friends set off a few Weasley fireworks, and then there was the general mess that was associated with students celebrating by playing outside in the muddy grass. Plus, Moaning Myrtle flooded her bathroom when a few students told her that even she ought to be excited about it. Apparently she did not agree. For some odd reason it reminded her of her death. One person who seemed incredibly excited was Linda. Linda who rarely showed any emotion whatsoever walked around the castle with a big smile on her face. Albus could only attribute this to the fact that Balladanis had taught so extensively about vampires. But he never taunted her the way he'd taunted Matt. Perhaps that was because his biggest fear was vampires. There was even a party in the Gryffindor common room that night. Rose thought it was a little ridiculous, to celebrate the sacking of a teacher, but everyone else, including Linda, thought it was an excellent thing to celebrate. “Just think,” John said, “We don't ever have to listen to him go on and on about how bad the dark arts are. I mean, we all know they're bad. We all know about Voldemort and what he did.” “And that bloody anamatek,” Matt added, “I could've gone my whole life without seeing one of those.” “What do you think he's doing now?” Rose mused. “Maybe some Ministry hired him,” Albus said quietly, “I hope it's some place far, like Madagascar or somewhere.” “Yeah,” Matt agreed, “I bet he's not even in Britain anymore.” “I don't see why he'd bother to stick around,” Albus replied, “I mean, he snuck out in the night to avoid anyone seeing him.” “Wish we could've seen him leave,” John grinned mischievously, “Would've been nice to give him a proper send off.” “I'm just glad it's over,” Rose muttered, “Maybe now you lot can concentrate on exams. And maybe the castle will get back to normal.” “Normal?” Albus raised his eyebrows, “This place will never be normal. Plus, we've got Quidditch on Saturday. It's the last match before the final.” “When's the final?” Rose asked. “Beginning of June, I think,” Albus answered, “Australia's already so far ahead that they'll be in it.” Albus, John, Matt, and Kaden all sent scathing looks at Linda, who looked down at the table. “But if we beat New York in this match,” Albus continued, “We'll be in it, too. So Wood is in full form this week. I'm practicing every night starting tomorrow.” “Oliver Wood is insane,” Rose muttered. “Insane, but brilliant on the Quidditch pitch,” John grinned, “I would love to get yelled at by him during a Quidditch practice.” “Excellent,” Albus said, “You can take my place.”
Ms. Elsewhere Joined: 13 January 2008 Posts: 881 Location: In role play game of course!	Posted: Wednesday 10 February 2010 05 39 36 am    Post subject: Re: RPG: Parst City Super Hero Role Playing Game in topic:RPG: Parst City Super Hero Role Playing Game Sam made her way to her car in the underground car park of her apartment building. It was accessed via an elevator. Sam leaned back on the mirrored wall of the elevator and stared across at her reflection. She was very annoyed at the marks on her face, even though they were mostly conceiled. Suddenly Sam started. She stood up straight and turned around ,facing the wall she had been leaning on. She looked into the mirror, studying her eyes. Then she closed them and pressed her hands on the mirror. She tried speaking internally. 'I can feel you.' she began. She waited for a response. When none came, she pressed on. 'It's like your hands are overlapping mine, your chest is pressing out from mine, pushing me forward. I can feel... you wanting to respond to me. My eye was hurting just now and I felt my had go up before I had thought to rub at it. This is going to take some getting used to. ' Sam could feel William stirring near the surface of her skin. It was eerie, kind of like what she had thought being possessed would feel like. But, it felt quite nice. Safe. Warm. Comforting. But, she was still so unaware as to how much control William could take if he chose to. If it had not been her fault that he was taken, would she be so willing to house him this way? Would she have had a choice? Still, she felt oddly connected, and wondered if it was the telepathy, or something more. The elevator door opened and the brightly lit garage came into view.
Ms. Elsewhere Joined: 13 January 2008 Posts: 881 Location: In role play game of course!	Posted: Monday 11 January 2010 08 02 35 am    Post subject: Re: RPG: Parst City Super Hero Role Playing Game in topic:RPG: Parst City Super Hero Role Playing Game Sam threw herself down the stairs a flight at a time, her power to push back practically smashing the concrete steps. She was breathing fast, her mind racing now, her hair wet with perspiration. She finally stopped in front of an exit door. Yanking it open she found it was the basement carpark. She stepped out into the cold space. There were cars everywhere, it must be a long term parking facility. Her shoes echoed on the pavement. Her breathing seemed loud. She held her breath, listened, and then looked around for an office or a box where the keys would be stored. Seeing a large metal box on the far wall, she exhaled and ran toward it. "Hey!" Someone shouted out. Sam nearly choked and she froze where she stood. Slowly she turned around and faced the slightly overweight security guard. She gawked at him. "What are you doing here? No one should be in the building today." the guard approached her, reaching for his walkie talky. When he was close enough to see Sam in the light, he stopped. "What happened to you? You're bleeding.." He brought the walkie talkie up to his mouth. "Hey Jamie, there's a woman down here, looks like she's been beat up. Just came out of the building." He let the reciever go and only static returned. He held it down again. "Jamie do you copy?" Static. The man put his walkie talkie back onto his belt and went to remove his gun. "Don't." Sam reached out her hand to show she meant no harm. He pulled his weapon anyway and fired. A long stream of electricity flew out of the weapon - it was designed to knock her out. Sam saw it all play in slow motion and managed to throw herself to the floor before the stream hit her. Instead the charge bounced off the wall behind her in a shower of sparks. She rolled to the side, stood up, and pushed out at the guard, knocking him off his feet. She waved her hand and allowed the man's head to be knocked just the right way to knock him out. She raced over to check that he was okay and then removed the keys and walkie talkie from his belt. She jogged up the middle of the carpark, rolling the keys in her hand and trying to find a car to use. But then she was compelled to simply leave the garage, so she turned to her left and pushed through an emergency exit. There, on the street was William, down on one knee, his hands on his head. "William!" she screamed, and ran to him. From the rooftop above, Sam could hear a sickening crack, and she turned to look in time to see the whole edge of the top of the building crumble and fall down toward them. She reached out, slowing it's asent until it hung suspended in mid air. Then she flung her hands to the right, tossing the stones to the ground several meters away from her and William. The crash shook the ground, and William fell over. Sam moved to assist. She wrapped her arms around him and then tilted her head up to the rooftop again. The dust was clearing, and the Pusher stood, small and still, on the edge of what was left of the rooftop. He stepped out and dropped, landing like a cat on the ground in front of them. Sam swallowed hard and layed William down flat. She stood up and held her hands out, ready to fight.
FortisUmbra Joined: 18 August 2009 Posts: 243	Posted: Wednesday 30 December 2009 08 35 09 am    Post subject: Re: RPG: Parst City Super Hero Role Playing Game in topic:RPG: Parst City Super Hero Role Playing Game William was at loss of what to do standing there amazed that there was a telepath walking along the roof above him. The telepath had a perfect shield around their mind. a wall of impenetrability. William could still feel Sam's mind, which broke within seconds. Once the telepath had intruded into Sam's mind the wall of protection surrounded her mind too. Then William heard something. It was small and he could only just hear it in his own mind. It was Sam calling his name. William had to see what was happening. He quickly found a cowering old man in one of the building and had him run across to the window and look down on the scene that lay before him. All that William and the old man had time to see was Sam fleeing across the roof and down a set of stairs. Quickly retreating from the old man's mind William enveloped Sam’s mind. Not taking control but protecting it from the telepath who had just started to attack Sam. William quickly notified Sam that he was present but had time for no more as the telepath launched his first attack. The pain was excruciating and it was all William could do to hold on. It was as if a hundred hot knifes had been driven into William's skull. William prepared himself again but instead of waiting he mentally through himself at the telepath on the roof. William was tired and he hoped that the telepath would soon leave but until then William was in for the fight of his life.
Ms. Elsewhere Joined: 13 January 2008 Posts: 881 Location: In role play game of course!	Posted: Monday 21 December 2009 08 54 05 am    Post subject: Re: RPG: The Six Wizards in topic:RPG: The Six Wizards Inu could barely contain himself as he left the room for a moment. He covered his mouth, smothering a growl. This was not the werewolf developing in him, oh no. This was her, and it was blowing his mind how she was NATURALLY like this. She was born this way, and has been nursing this part of herself her whole life. Inu wanted to play with everyone like they were small, defenseless creatures. He had to hunt, and soon. He concentrated on his breathing, and managed to control himself. He had to eat, so he returned to the kitchen. "Sit down, ladies. Yuki will prepare us some breakfast. " As he said this, there was a loud crack, and Yuki was there. "Yes master, you want some breakfast? Forgive me, I have not served you as yet!" Yuki groveled. Inu smiled. "Not to worry, with all the coming and going, you have done very well. Please make us a full breakfast. Eggs, bacon, pastries, porridges, fish, .. all of it. Spare nothing. " Inu set the task and then sat down at the table again. "I will clear this," he said, and gathered up his potion making equipment. He moved them to a display table against the wall and then sat down at the table, taking in the company with his eyes. Yuta, Ouki and Neko were each uniquely beautiful and deliciously dangerous. His senses were so heightened he allowed himself a minute to really notice their scents, their particular sounds, the swish of long hair, the crunch of gel on another. He was actually enjoying the idea of killing, not just for the end game of a the rage that came with being a werewolf, and not just for his own sadist desires, but for this new found intensity that was as true to his core as his own heart pushed blood to the rest of his body. He wanted to surgically disect. He ached to break the mind of his prey. His every thought was ticking over with ideas of how to kill in the cruelest way. He diverted his thoughts to random faces he had crossed and got lost in his daydream. A crooked smile crossed his lips, but his thought were soon interupted by someone speaking.