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Author's Note:
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Adios Amigos,
T.F.
She was bored.
And in pain.
Mostly bored though.
The thief was sitting on a tall backed wooden chair at the head of a long table in the assembly room, her arms tied around the back of it.
Her ankle had been quickly bandaged and set. She imagined they would actually fix it later, when they weren't so busy arguing and bickering with each other. Her captors were clustered at the far end of the table engaged in yet another heated discussion.
Probably about her.
She glanced around the room lazily, giving a quick yawn. It had been a tiring night.
The children were now apparently allowed in the large hall as they lay scattered throughout it, not very interested in what the "adults" were talking about either.
The twins were sitting up against the wall on a bench to her right. They would glance at each other occasionally and then proceed to conjure up toothpaste and toothbrushes to clean their mouths vigorously.
The group of three, as she was now calling them as they seemed quite inseparable, stood to the left of her in a tight circle. They were whispering to each other, always stopping momentarily to glance up at the thief and then shyly look away.
Several feet away from them was a younger looking girl, obviously a relation to the twins and nervous red-head, kneeling dejectedly over a coffee table, her robes and face stained black. She appeared to be attempting a spell involving a pen. However, every time she finished saying the incantation, the pen would merely float into the air and spray ink at her.
The thief shuffled over to the girl as the pen viciously squirted ink right into the desperate caster's freckled face.
"What are you trying to do then?" inquired the thief, scooting right next to the girl before leaning back and resting from the exhausting journey across the room.
The girl put down her wand with a sigh and delicately plucked a handkerchief, already covered with ebony ooze, off of the table and attempted to clean off her face.
"The Longotta Charm," was the muffled reply.
"Hm?" The thief had been eyeing the girl's wand longingly. Her daydream with it happened to contain turning everyone in the room into flower pots and rushing out the door while laughing manically.
"The Longotta Charm!" repeated the young girl exasperatedly, tossing the handkerchief aside. "The 'undo' spell. I'm trying to get the pen to take itself apart but every time I say 'Reconto Disparit' it squirts ink at me!"
"Well of course it's squirting ink at you," chuckled the thief, "Those aren't the words to the Longotta Charm at all!"
"Yes they are!" exclaimed the girl, "It says so right here in my textbook."
"Let me take a look-see." The girl pushed the ink spattered notebook towards her, and the thief craned her neck to look at the page.
The Longotta Charm, more commonly known as the 'undo' spell, was first employed in 1876 when Stregonie Longotta used it too deconstruct a spaghetti dish that she had made incorrectly.
The incantation for the charm is 'Re con to Di spari t'.
The thief looked back up at the girl. "Are you the least bit concerned about the spaces inside the words?"
The girl leaned her head over to see what the woman was referring to. "I thought that was the way it was printed."
"Hm. Yes, well, will you humor me?" The girl nodded eagerly. "Good put the tip of your wand right on the words. That's it. Now say, 'Reveal your secrets' and give the paper a tap."
"Reveal your secrets!" repeated the young girl, and tapped the paper lightly. She lowered her wand and stared at the page intently. Sure enough, letters faded into the empty spaces. The incantation now read: Resconsto Dinsparient.
The girl gaped at the words, her jaw dropping slightly. She quickly closed her mouth, her lips forming a tight frown as she glanced over at the twins who appeared to be foaming at the mouth, but really where just brushing their teeth yet again. The thief glanced back at them too, smiling slightly, before shaking herself and nudging the small girl with her elbow.
"Try it now," she suggested.
Cautiously, the girl lifted her wand. "Resconsto Dinsparient!" She gave the pen a forceful tap and then turned away, waiting to get drenched once more. When the expected jet did not come, she twisted back towards the pen. It hovered lethargically in the air for several seconds before gracefully taking itself to pieces. The girl smiled brightly at the pen parts before turning back to the thief, who was smiling at the excited teen indulgently.
"Told ya."
"Excuse me." The thief bent herself around the chair at the sound of the voice, trying to identify who was speaking.
Sirius had his hands thrown up in exasperation.
"Just what, pray tell, do you think you are doing?"
"Oh nothing much," she shouted back, "Just manipulating this ill-fated young lady to do my bidding, so she will tie you all to your chairs and cram waffles down your throats." The thief turned back to the young girl, "I don't care much for waffles, do you?"
Without warning, the chair, with the thief as its unlucky passenger, slid violently back over to the table, snapping her neck painfully to one side. Once it stopped at the head of the table, she rolled her neck experimentally to determine if it was still of any use.
"If I were in your position," cautioned Sirius, keeping his wand raised in a threatening manner, "I would make an effort to be a little more polite."
The thief stopped abruptly. "Polite?" She looked up at him in irritated disbelief. "You. BIT. Me. I think we've gone far beyond any niceties, don't you?"
"I wouldn't have bit you if you hadn't run!"
"I wouldn't have run if you hadn't chased me!"
They were leaning into each other's faces now, their respective volumes rising with each bout.
"You were in MY HOUSE!"
"Oh, so you're the owner of this wretched abode! Let me clue you in on a few things. One, home repair is the latest craze. Two, this place is about as inviting as a crypt and three…have you ever heard of a little thing called DUSTING!"
Sirius's not so gentlemanly reply was cut short by Remus, who dragged him back.
"Sirius, calm down. We don't know anything about her, or her possible motives. Now-"
"What! She's a thief and-"
"Did she actually try to steal anything?" asked the purple haired lady, whose name the thief had overheard as Tonks.
"She tried to steal my cloak," volunteered Harry, glaring at the thief vehemently.
"I did not!" exclaimed the thief. "I was merely borrowing it. I was going to leave it on the front door knob with a small thank you note."
"Really," nodded Sirius, sarcasm dripping off of every syllable, "Since you seem to have all the answers, perhaps you wouldn't mind telling me what a Death Eater spy was doing in my house."
The thief was about to reply, something scathing about coming to see if he was really as horribly ugly as everyone says he is, when what he said sunk in. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold the horses at the gate. Don't let the cat out of the bag quite yet, let's rewind; 'Death Eater spy'?" She looked around at the circle of anxious, none to friendly faces. "What the hell are you talking about? I don't know who you people are, what you're doing, and I don't care. I'm a thief; a damn good one at that. I'm not some kind of stooge."
"Why don't you start with telling us your name?" suggested Remus calmly.
A/N: It's amazing, isn't it? I've gone through two chapters of a story without telling you the main characters name. You know why?
Audience Member1: To heighten our curiosity about her?
Uh, no. I can't claim to be that clever. Actually, it's because I can't think of a good name for her. Therefore, I know christen the NAME THE THIEF contest. I'll announce the winner in my next chapter.
Your Obedient,
T.F.