In his wee cottage out back, behind the Chateau Rowle, Justin showers. He sings, while doing so...alas, it's NOT the Oak Ridge Boys' "Lucky Moon..." sadly. It's Don Gibson's "Blue Blue Day." Tomorrow morning, the Indian witch in red who he loves...whether he realizes that he does, or not...will be marrying a Gaunt; a parseltongue from the same patriline as Marvolo and Morfin Gaunt; both relatives of the late Lord Voldemort.
One time, a basilisk petrified Justin, while he was attending his second year at Hogwarts School. If not for Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor House, Salazar's Serpent would've killed him that night.
From outside, one can see into Justin's shower stall. Not directly; just a silhouette against a sepia-lit background. Justin dances a bit, in the shower, while singing. The water cascades right off of him...almost as if it wasn't even there.
From a balcony in one of the towers of the Chateau Rowle, Parvati watches on, sadly. She hates to see Justin suffer like this. (Secretly, she tells herself that she enjoys nothing more in the world, than to torment Justin the Muggle-born, and simulate cracking his nuts in front of a bunch of pureblood supremacist noblewomen...) Alas, it's in moments like this that Parvati can't help but admit, to herself, if not out loud, that she might actually love Justin enough to call off her engagement to Marcus...
Justin finishes "Blue Blue Day," and changes tracks...and tempo. Now, he sings the Civil Wars' "Barton Hollow..."
Beyond the castle wall, Ollivander Forest expands, for clicks. If one goes far enough south in it, they'll find themselves in Bulgaria.
In certain cracks between trees, that Parvati can see from where she leans, angelic rays of light rise...as does lovely music...music that makes Justin's singing sound amateur (not that Parvati means Justin any offense; then again, he MIGHT get turned on, if she faked offense...) As pretty as this music is, Parvati sighs. Once again, the veelas have found the perfect night to bring their devilish white magic to the woods of Romania...as if Bulgaria didn't have too many single guys to delude with visions of being sexually desirable...
Bulgarian men SHOULD be sexually desirable. They fought for Germany in both World Wars, and rooted for the Soviet Union in the Cold one...
Parvati deviously clutches her own pussy, at the thought of these alleged Bulgarian men... But then she sees Justin dancing in the shower, and clutches her pussy even more...
Justin's no Sir Cadogan of wizardry. But damn it, if he was, Parvati sure secretly wishes he'd rope in a flying horse, crash her wedding tomorrow, and take her by the hand, somewhere new. She won't know who he is, but she... She's with him... She's with him...
That'd make a great Avril Lavigne song, wouldn't it?
In the shower, Justin keeps singing. He's changed his track to "Boulevard of Broken Dreams," by Green Day.
Just next to Parvati, the house-elf Winkey teleports, and tugs at her gown. "Parvati Patil? Parvati Patil's chambers are ready. Parvati Patil must rise early in the morning, to marry Marcus Gaunt!"
She sighs. "Fine. I'll be right there."
Winky teleports away. Parvati stands, looks down upon the showering Justin one last time, sighs, blows him a kiss...and a bird, and a stuck-out tongue, and retires to her bed chambers.
She's just in time; after she leaves, Justin abandons the shower stall, and starts drying off.
At the front door, a badger sleeps. Justin's got him there working security. Alas, most of Justin's guests-as few as there ever are-aren't so sure how that badger is going to protect anyone when he's always like that.
In the flower beds outside, devil's snare grows. Good; it'll likely get to any intruders before Blackstone the Badger will have to...
Buck naked, Justin retires. With a simple command, all the torches and candles in the house douse themselves.
And he loses himself, in a deep darkness. A brokenhearted one...but otherwise more nourishing than having to tolerate the idea of Parvati with another man...and a Gaunt, at that.
Soon, he's forgotten all about it. He's duped himself into thinking that the problem is so far away, it doesn't even know he exists. It just doesn't matter. It's not worth shit...
He snores. It seems he needs to lighten up on those pumpkin cakes...
Outside, somebody phases right through the castle wall. Security doesn't even react.
Around the mysterious intruder, flowers multiply. The lion statue starts to move...but is soon discouraged by a wave of white magic that sweeps over the grounds...
She proceeds to the front door of Justin's cottage. The same white magic sweeps over the front flower beds. The devil's snare senses her, and starts to move...but stops, as soon as the white magic has gotten through to it.
She phases right through the front door. At her very feminine feet, the badger snores even louder than before. He doesn't even twitch.
There's a scar on Blackstone's hide...from a fight he had earlier. The intruder kisses her own hand, conjures a bandage, reaches down, strokes the badger's fur, and leaves the bandage on the scar. In a flash, the scar heals itself.
She's in Justin's bedroom. She reaches out her hand, and conjures a police cap. She puts it on her head, conjures a police baton, waves it, and cues the music.
Justin's not quick to rise...but he does. That music sure knows how to scare away the white noise enchantment he places over his chambers at night...
There's a veela in his bedroom...bearing the face of Alexandra Stan, or a house singer with a similar reputation. Similar to the same, she flaunts her fake cop attire, and performs "Mr. Saxobeat..." apparently for Justin. There's no one else in this room.
And, she does tricks for him. She wags her ass. She massages his genitals with her bare foot. She conjures bars in the vaults, and swings from them.
If Justin didn't already love Parvati, he'd be in love. It hasn't even crossed the poor boy's mind that he's being haunted by a veela...
A lot of teenage guys, in the Muggle world, have fantasies about having communiques delivered to them by cheerleaders in their hot outfits... Even so, before now that was more likely to happen to Justin's Muggle father than it was to Justin. Justin never gets hit on by girls. Even Parvati never seems to think he's worth a first thought...
Alexandra sits on the foot of his bed. She caresses his manliness, as it conceals itself beneath the bedding, and improvises a new verse to Alexandra Stan's otherwise-flawless song:
That Indian witch
Treats you like
A bucket of shit
Some good guys
Like to move on
From tyrants like her
She is not your
Saxobeat
You need a bae
Who can make you smile
(And I can,
(I can,
(I can,
(I can!)
Hey sexy gardner, dream of me
I won't be mean to you
I'll make her look like a hag
Her ass is for dragon's teeth
You are no dragon
You are a badger
And always will be...
She stands, and finishes the song as Alexandra Stan would. Justin isn't sure about how he feels about a veela who comes out and tells him that Parvati's full of shit... Then again, as devious as veelas have been, both to wizards and Muggle men, Justin can't deny there's a lot of truth in what she preaches/sings...
Once Alexandra finishes the number, she spins her finger around, and compels Justin to stand. She giggles, when she sees Justin's beans and frank...
Alas, she soon does Justin a favor...by covering them, in a ceremonial slave's skirt. Confused, Justin trades looks between the veela and his new attire.
"Wear this," she commands him, "tomorrow, at your Indian whore's wedding. Trust me; she'll NEVER see you as anything more than that!" Her eyes dart back and forth. "NO one will."
Outside, atop the wall, Estera watches, and listens. With super-hearing, she hears everything. She laughs, evilly, when Alexandra orders Justin to wear the skirt to the wedding.
"Well done, Veela," she mutters. "The real Alexandra Stan couldn't have done better. No surprise," she grumbles. "I bet she's just a Romanian bimbette, deep down inside...as much as I can't deny that 'Mr. Saxobeat' is her greatest work..."
Slowly, with seductive hands, Alexandra begins to play a lyre for Justin. It's SO seductive... But then, it runs in the veela race...