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A Talent for Death
All The Wrong Places at All The Wrong Times
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Rita Skeeter Special Correspondent on the Darker than Dark Angel Disappearances; standing outside a shabby wizarding home in my custom pink pygmy puff coat. According to undisclosed informant in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; four wizards and one witch were hit with killing curses. It will come as no surprise to our readers that each bore a Dark Mark. And...dear readers get this, the wand used appears to be of dubious origin. My source was unable to confirm whether the wand was handmade, foreign or had it's magical signature altered. What I can tell you with any surety is that this is the first case of killing curse being used. More on this outstanding story as it unfolds." Must be a copycat, I don't use the killing curse. "Further to my inquiries. Dark Angel, be a dear and send us an owl. We need to have a one on one, my place or yours...." Hermione huffed. "Rita Skeeter has cotton wool for brains. Honestly that's just...ugh." Copycat assassin?
This sparked a renewed interest in the Dark Angel topic. Theories flew at the Gryffindor table that morning. Ginny wagged her eyebrows at Hermione as she darted a glance toward Snape at the teachers' table. Hermione only laughed out loud. "So Hermione what brought you lot back to the castle so soon?" Before Ron could object, Hermione pushed the platter of rashers out-of-the-way and leaned across the tabletop to Ginny. Hermione told Ginny what Ron said to garner Snape's attention. Both girls laughed raucously.
There was a scuff on stone. "Ms. Granger I know you like showing your brain off but showing your knickers is really across the line." Hermione pinked and Ginny literally looked like she suffered a brain haemorrhage.
Sitting down quickly smoothing down her skirt. "Sorry Sir, I'll take more care in the future." Hermione could tell Snape had moved on when Ginny winked at her. Hermione wanted to talk further. "You're as red as a pomegranate. Speaking of which come with me I want to talk to you, you troublemaker." She grabbed a pomegranate from the fruit bowl and lead Ginny out of the Great Hall.
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"He seems to be in all the wrong places at all the wrong times these days. Are you sure you told me the truth about that letter you wrote." They sat in a spacious window seat, Hermione cracked open the pomegranate with a severing charm. "Well?" Reluctantly she handed Ginny half of the jewel-bright fruit.
"Yes, I told you the truth about what I wrote." Ginny looked away quickly.
"What did you neglect to tell me then?" Hermione warned.
"Damn, don't kill me. I dotted your 'I' with a little heart." Ginny winced waiting to be hexed.
"Ginevra Weasley, I'm going to get you back for that. You just wait." Hermione dug into her fruit. "Merlin, I'm not going to catch a break today." Ginny heard what Hermione saw. Snape coming down the hall. "Quick hide your fruit." Making sure her skirt wasn't hiked up. "Transfiguration class we learned this new wand movement to help facilitate human transformation."
"Detention, both of you. This is neither the Gryffindor common room, nor is it the Great Hall were food is to be consumed. You two are bound and determined to get into trouble so your detentions shall be served separately. Which days do you have rounds Ms. Granger?"
"Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Sir." Hermione recited.
"Then your detention shall be served with me tonight straight after dinner. Ms. Weasley your detentions will be served Monday and Tuesday." Ginny was just about to object. "Ms. Weasley the letter I receive bearing Ms. Granger's signature is a forgery and I know which Gryffindor sent it. Monday and Tuesday after dinner. Now remove yourselves to your common room."
They scrambled out of the window seat. "You told didn't you?" Ginny asked in a harsh whisper.
"No, but I bet you're going to enjoy your detentionS." Hermione needled.
