For the unforgotten Alexander
Walking down the pathway that led to the fortress Alastor used to call a domicile I stumbled. I fell into some
spiderweb that hung accross the floor of the marble stairway. Screaming vultures settled on my back and began to pick into my flesh.
Alastor approached and laughed. "Biosecurity", he muttered. "It's so funny I bet you twenty galleons the future
lies within it. Wizards prefer funny security measures you know ?" I didn't. I had come to Mad-Eye's house
because of business affairs. His aunt had died and Moody had inherited a little shop in Diagon Alley. It was
called "Mrs Rakeystums' Spiffy Spices". "Moody, listen up ! I got somewhat to tell you." I looked at him honestly.
"Calm down Alexander, I know my aunt died..." How could he? She had passed away only ten minutes ago.
"My Auror Instruments, Alexander". Moody seemed to read my mind. Aurors were horrible, unhonourable folks.
But we needed them. Awkward, though. I dont like making company with them. Let Albus do the social integration
I'm always saying. Let Albus take care of it. He always does. Moody took a knife out of his pocket. "I'll have to
do a routine check he said" and came closer to me, grinning like a Mad-Man. I had forgot about his eye. He'd
surely be severely angry about me. Sweat pearls floatet down the hot skin of my forehead in a slim stream.
I cried. "No one will hear you", I heard Moody say in a very nasty voice. It did not scare me. I had already woke
up.
Walking down the pathway that led to the fortress Alastor used to call a domicile I stumbled. I fell into some
spiderweb that hung accross the floor of the marble stairway. Screaming vultures settled on my back and began to pick into my flesh.
Alastor approached and laughed. "Biosecurity", he muttered. "It's so funny I bet you twenty galleons the future
lies within it. Wizards prefer funny security measures you know ?" I didn't. I had come to Mad-Eye's house
because of business affairs. His aunt had died and Moody had inherited a little shop in Diagon Alley. It was
called "Mrs Rakeystums' Spiffy Spices". "Moody, listen up ! I got somewhat to tell you." I looked at him honestly.
"Calm down Alexander, I know my aunt died..." How could he? She had passed away only ten minutes ago.
"My Auror Instruments, Alexander". Moody seemed to read my mind. Aurors were horrible, unhonourable folks.
But we needed them. Awkward, though. I dont like making company with them. Let Albus do the social integration
I'm always saying. Let Albus take care of it. He always does. Moody took a knife out of his pocket. "I'll have to
do a routine check he said" and came closer to me, grinning like a Mad-Man. I had forgot about his eye. He'd
surely be severely angry about me. Sweat pearls floatet down the hot skin of my forehead in a slim stream.
I cried. "No one will hear you", I heard Moody say in a very nasty voice. It did not scare me. I had already woke
up.