A/N: Sorry it's taken me a few days to update, I have so much homework it's
untrue! I should be able to get another chapter up after this, because I
have the computer to myself tonight! Yay!
Many thanks to a pal of mine from the Slytherin Common Room, Reenie O'Dwyer. Reenie, trust me, you will love this chapter! (Oh, and how's the shrine coming along?!?)
A.M.R.D. is an acronym for Accidental Magic Reversal Department. It appears in Book 3, to go and sort out Aunt Marge. For all the Americans reading this, I think you would call the Boot of the car the Trunk of the car. It's the bit at the back where you can store stuff, anyway. Apologies if I ever use slang that anyone doesn't understand, just let me know and I will try and explain!
Thanks for sticking with me.
Escorts to Azkaban
Rene glanced again out of the window, and saw two figures get out of the car. They weren't Dementors, and she breathed a huge sigh of relief. The one got out and opened the boot of the car, and began looking for something, while the other...rushed, almost at a jog to the castle. Glancing at her watch, they were not late, but he seemed in an awful rush to get there. She came away from the window, and went to open the big solid oak door. The door was being frantically knocked before she got there, and pausing again to wonder at the reason for the rush she unlocked it. What she saw gave her the biggest shock of her life.
"Ed?"
"Suprise!" He smirked, and kissed her as if they had not seen each other in years. "Did you miss me?" He asked playfully, not letting her go.
"Of course, but...what the hell are you doing here?" She said, taking a step back. Happiness and confusion don't go well, and it was nie-on giving her a headache.
"It's our job to fill you in on Azkaban on the way!" He stroked her face gently, like he always did. "I missed you so much, you know that?"
"Me too." She held his gaze for a moment. His eyes were warm and inviting, and she wanted nothing more than to be able to stay there, but it was a long trip. He stepped inside, and picked up her bags, despite her protests, and started out the door.
"Rene! Wait!" A familiar voice called down the stairs. Her father, dressed in his usual tailored white shirt and black cloak with red lining, appeared at the top of the stairs. He rushed down and over to her, with the deepest scowl on his face.
"Goodbye, Dad." She smiled, the corners of his mouth twitched upwards, but only slightly.
"I want to know when you get there. And anything that you don't like. I'll talk to that idiot Fudge..."
"Dad, I'll be fine, and if there is anything wrong, *I'll* talk to Fudge! I'll let you know when I get there, I promise."
He sighed, and kissed her on the cheek.
"Goodbye. And you," He turned with a sharpness that alarmed Ed, glaring right at him. "You look after her. Understood?"
"Yessir. Don't worry, I will sir." He flashed back, his eyes wide in what could only be described as fear.
With a final wave, they walked out of the door. Ed carried the two large cases, and Rene, her small overnight bag. It was pleasant being out in the snow, and it crunched cheerfully underfoot. All of a sudden, her heart was lifted again, happy at how nice it was to see one of her best friends again.
"How's Severus? Still single?"
"He's great, and no. Not single."
She arched a suspicious eyebrow.
"Oh?"
"I think her name is Reen, not sure what it's short for...yes, Reen O'Dwyer. She works at the Ministry too, in the A.M.R.D." They began to get nearer the car, where the second figure was still pottering about in the boot of the car.
"Well, what's she like, this Reen? What does he think?"
Ed smirked playfully again.
"Why don't you ask him yourself? Oi! Sev!"
And the figure stood up. Rene would have noticed if she had seen just how black and billowing the figure's robes were. Glaring plainly and with more cold than the snow around them at Ed, Severus then turned to Rene. He smiled warmly, and held out his arms.
"Sev!" She yelped, and gave him a huge hug. "I missed you!"
"And I missed you. How are you?" He let go of her and began to help Ed get the cases into the back of the car.
"All the better for seeing you. Why didn't you tell me that it was you coming?"
"Well, we couldn't!" Ed chuckled as he handed the second case to Severus. "It would have meant 'letting an outsider get hold of information about the work of the unspeakable magicians.' We had to learn all the rules off by heart, parrot fashion." He muttered, as an afterthought.
"Plus the fact that it was *far* more amusing to let it be a suprise to you." Severus continued, walking round to the side of the car, while Ed shut the boot tight and got in the opposite side. "Ladies first!" He smiled, opening the door for her. "However, the moment you step into the car, you are officially an employee of the British Ministry of Magic, Defence Against the Dark Arts, branch Azkaban. We can tell you everything, so long as you swear you don't tell anyone."
"Would I ever do such a thing, Severus?" She replied, feigning an insulted manner. She stepped elegantly into the car, which was, in typical ministry fashion, furnished with every luxury. She was sat in the middle of the two of them, on a large black sofa, with a coffee table in front of it. There were various collections of Ministry hand books and manuals on a bookshelf opposite them, and next to that a small but impressive fireplace.
"You like it, princess?" Ed smiled, seeing her scanning the place.
"It'll have to do, I suppose." She sighed, grinning back. They began to move, and Ed busied himself with sorting out some hot chocolate, and she turned to Severus.
"So," She mused "Tell me all about this Reen..."
Many thanks to a pal of mine from the Slytherin Common Room, Reenie O'Dwyer. Reenie, trust me, you will love this chapter! (Oh, and how's the shrine coming along?!?)
A.M.R.D. is an acronym for Accidental Magic Reversal Department. It appears in Book 3, to go and sort out Aunt Marge. For all the Americans reading this, I think you would call the Boot of the car the Trunk of the car. It's the bit at the back where you can store stuff, anyway. Apologies if I ever use slang that anyone doesn't understand, just let me know and I will try and explain!
Thanks for sticking with me.
Escorts to Azkaban
Rene glanced again out of the window, and saw two figures get out of the car. They weren't Dementors, and she breathed a huge sigh of relief. The one got out and opened the boot of the car, and began looking for something, while the other...rushed, almost at a jog to the castle. Glancing at her watch, they were not late, but he seemed in an awful rush to get there. She came away from the window, and went to open the big solid oak door. The door was being frantically knocked before she got there, and pausing again to wonder at the reason for the rush she unlocked it. What she saw gave her the biggest shock of her life.
"Ed?"
"Suprise!" He smirked, and kissed her as if they had not seen each other in years. "Did you miss me?" He asked playfully, not letting her go.
"Of course, but...what the hell are you doing here?" She said, taking a step back. Happiness and confusion don't go well, and it was nie-on giving her a headache.
"It's our job to fill you in on Azkaban on the way!" He stroked her face gently, like he always did. "I missed you so much, you know that?"
"Me too." She held his gaze for a moment. His eyes were warm and inviting, and she wanted nothing more than to be able to stay there, but it was a long trip. He stepped inside, and picked up her bags, despite her protests, and started out the door.
"Rene! Wait!" A familiar voice called down the stairs. Her father, dressed in his usual tailored white shirt and black cloak with red lining, appeared at the top of the stairs. He rushed down and over to her, with the deepest scowl on his face.
"Goodbye, Dad." She smiled, the corners of his mouth twitched upwards, but only slightly.
"I want to know when you get there. And anything that you don't like. I'll talk to that idiot Fudge..."
"Dad, I'll be fine, and if there is anything wrong, *I'll* talk to Fudge! I'll let you know when I get there, I promise."
He sighed, and kissed her on the cheek.
"Goodbye. And you," He turned with a sharpness that alarmed Ed, glaring right at him. "You look after her. Understood?"
"Yessir. Don't worry, I will sir." He flashed back, his eyes wide in what could only be described as fear.
With a final wave, they walked out of the door. Ed carried the two large cases, and Rene, her small overnight bag. It was pleasant being out in the snow, and it crunched cheerfully underfoot. All of a sudden, her heart was lifted again, happy at how nice it was to see one of her best friends again.
"How's Severus? Still single?"
"He's great, and no. Not single."
She arched a suspicious eyebrow.
"Oh?"
"I think her name is Reen, not sure what it's short for...yes, Reen O'Dwyer. She works at the Ministry too, in the A.M.R.D." They began to get nearer the car, where the second figure was still pottering about in the boot of the car.
"Well, what's she like, this Reen? What does he think?"
Ed smirked playfully again.
"Why don't you ask him yourself? Oi! Sev!"
And the figure stood up. Rene would have noticed if she had seen just how black and billowing the figure's robes were. Glaring plainly and with more cold than the snow around them at Ed, Severus then turned to Rene. He smiled warmly, and held out his arms.
"Sev!" She yelped, and gave him a huge hug. "I missed you!"
"And I missed you. How are you?" He let go of her and began to help Ed get the cases into the back of the car.
"All the better for seeing you. Why didn't you tell me that it was you coming?"
"Well, we couldn't!" Ed chuckled as he handed the second case to Severus. "It would have meant 'letting an outsider get hold of information about the work of the unspeakable magicians.' We had to learn all the rules off by heart, parrot fashion." He muttered, as an afterthought.
"Plus the fact that it was *far* more amusing to let it be a suprise to you." Severus continued, walking round to the side of the car, while Ed shut the boot tight and got in the opposite side. "Ladies first!" He smiled, opening the door for her. "However, the moment you step into the car, you are officially an employee of the British Ministry of Magic, Defence Against the Dark Arts, branch Azkaban. We can tell you everything, so long as you swear you don't tell anyone."
"Would I ever do such a thing, Severus?" She replied, feigning an insulted manner. She stepped elegantly into the car, which was, in typical ministry fashion, furnished with every luxury. She was sat in the middle of the two of them, on a large black sofa, with a coffee table in front of it. There were various collections of Ministry hand books and manuals on a bookshelf opposite them, and next to that a small but impressive fireplace.
"You like it, princess?" Ed smiled, seeing her scanning the place.
"It'll have to do, I suppose." She sighed, grinning back. They began to move, and Ed busied himself with sorting out some hot chocolate, and she turned to Severus.
"So," She mused "Tell me all about this Reen..."