"Now girls, I want to introduce you to Delilah, the seducer of hearts!
Played by Miss Lamoure!"
The man on stage hit me as odd straight away; I'd never seen a grown man wear fishnet stockings before. I didn't dare move away from the back of the theater, but I did look around to see that it was filled with the most horrid looking women in the world! There were a few that were standing up screaming in joy. I could tell there was something wrong with them when I sniffed the air.
I tried to find a window nearby that I could climb out of, but they were all boarded up. In fact the theater was painted in odd shades of magenta and black. I whimpered quietly, this was worse than being trapped by the Dementors; I was trapped by the demented!
Miss Lamoure made her grand entrance, she had billowing black locks flowing down her back, and she almost seemed like she was wearing only her under things. I shut my eyes, hoping this would all pass quickly. The "women" around me started cheering hysterically.
The announcer came out and motioned for them all to sit down. "And the star of the show---Mr. Sirius Black!!!"
I did a double take as some muscular looking fellow came out with shoulder length black hair, and glamorous stage makeup (red lips!) came out and started blowing kisses. I could have sworn I heard him being called by my name. I stared in puzzlement, his chalk white face reminded me of pictures I'd seen of Muggle Geisha girls, in a magazine once. His ruby lips were only as jewlesque as his beaming blue eyes.
He was wearing tight (too tight!) leather pants that had slits on the sides of the legs. I looked down, and I saw that the man was wearing stiletto heels! How DARE he call himself Sirius Black and wear HEELS! I had to fight back a lot of anger and rage; then a flash of relief flooded over me. If HIS name was Sirius Black, there must be others. I grinned even broader and let myself get wrapped up in the show before me.
For a story that was supposed to be a Biblical story, there was a lot of hitting and screaming that wasn't exactly related. The audience cheered it all on. I had to stifle a laugh, because laughing as the dog would have been really hard on them. The joy wouldn't last long, unfortunately. The back door flung open quickly. A rush of light filtered in, and many made up faces turned to look at the intruders. I receded deeper into the shadows, afraid that it might just be the Dementors, or even renegade Death- Eaters.
"Get the freaks! Arrest them all!"
A mass of men in black swarmed in and started throwing the screaming "women" on to the floor. Miss Lamoure jumped off the stage in an utter rage. I could now affirm that she was truly a man by how she yelled at the apparent police officer.
"We boarded the windows! We sent out SPECIAL invitations to avoid small children coming in here, just as you ASKED! What the HELL is this all about!"
The officer nodded to a colleague, who then took Miss Lamoure into custody. Roughly he handcuffed her, 'How life imitates art', I thought to myself with a slight snicker. Seeing them all yelling angrily and struggle against their restrains brought back painful memories and I tried to escape stealth fully.
I ran clumsily into an officer that was standing at the door.
"Here he is Captain!" A great oaf held me by the scruff of my neck. His beefy little fingers digging deep into my neck. I growled at him menacingly, but he held out his baton. I quickly got the idea.
The captain came over and inspected me with two very small blue-gray eyes. His mustache twitched under his nose, and he sneezed right onto me.
"Filthy creatures, dogs. Miss Lamoure, I think we found the reason why we are shutting you down. This is CLEARLY against the Health Codes." He nodded vindictively, and she was pulled away outside screaming bloody murder. I struggled under the officers' grasp and swatted at him with my front paws, knocking him over in a surprised daze. Taking advantage of my situation (as always) I pounced on his chest and bared my teeth.
The captain went deathly pale, and no other officer wanted to pull me off. I heard faint smatterings of the words "rabies" and "mad dog" around the theater. I reared off of the helpless man, and ran out of the theater like a mad dog; spitting up foam just to get some Muggles out of my path.
I ran in a random direction away from people. My hind legs became sore, and I hid in a nearby alleyway and transfigured. I ran my hands through my hair and tried to catch my breath. My cover would be useless now. I couldn't possibly go through town as Scraps. I ran it through my mind; I couldn't go around in a robe either without someone suspecting I was one of those cross dressers, either. I couldn't go by my name either. I paced around in the lank alley and tried to come up with a plan. I spied a store across the street called The Lost and Found Antique Clothing Boutique.
In the window there were many mannequins wearing dresses. A visible light bulb went off over my head as I wrote something down on a piece of parchment from my pocket.
The man on stage hit me as odd straight away; I'd never seen a grown man wear fishnet stockings before. I didn't dare move away from the back of the theater, but I did look around to see that it was filled with the most horrid looking women in the world! There were a few that were standing up screaming in joy. I could tell there was something wrong with them when I sniffed the air.
I tried to find a window nearby that I could climb out of, but they were all boarded up. In fact the theater was painted in odd shades of magenta and black. I whimpered quietly, this was worse than being trapped by the Dementors; I was trapped by the demented!
Miss Lamoure made her grand entrance, she had billowing black locks flowing down her back, and she almost seemed like she was wearing only her under things. I shut my eyes, hoping this would all pass quickly. The "women" around me started cheering hysterically.
The announcer came out and motioned for them all to sit down. "And the star of the show---Mr. Sirius Black!!!"
I did a double take as some muscular looking fellow came out with shoulder length black hair, and glamorous stage makeup (red lips!) came out and started blowing kisses. I could have sworn I heard him being called by my name. I stared in puzzlement, his chalk white face reminded me of pictures I'd seen of Muggle Geisha girls, in a magazine once. His ruby lips were only as jewlesque as his beaming blue eyes.
He was wearing tight (too tight!) leather pants that had slits on the sides of the legs. I looked down, and I saw that the man was wearing stiletto heels! How DARE he call himself Sirius Black and wear HEELS! I had to fight back a lot of anger and rage; then a flash of relief flooded over me. If HIS name was Sirius Black, there must be others. I grinned even broader and let myself get wrapped up in the show before me.
For a story that was supposed to be a Biblical story, there was a lot of hitting and screaming that wasn't exactly related. The audience cheered it all on. I had to stifle a laugh, because laughing as the dog would have been really hard on them. The joy wouldn't last long, unfortunately. The back door flung open quickly. A rush of light filtered in, and many made up faces turned to look at the intruders. I receded deeper into the shadows, afraid that it might just be the Dementors, or even renegade Death- Eaters.
"Get the freaks! Arrest them all!"
A mass of men in black swarmed in and started throwing the screaming "women" on to the floor. Miss Lamoure jumped off the stage in an utter rage. I could now affirm that she was truly a man by how she yelled at the apparent police officer.
"We boarded the windows! We sent out SPECIAL invitations to avoid small children coming in here, just as you ASKED! What the HELL is this all about!"
The officer nodded to a colleague, who then took Miss Lamoure into custody. Roughly he handcuffed her, 'How life imitates art', I thought to myself with a slight snicker. Seeing them all yelling angrily and struggle against their restrains brought back painful memories and I tried to escape stealth fully.
I ran clumsily into an officer that was standing at the door.
"Here he is Captain!" A great oaf held me by the scruff of my neck. His beefy little fingers digging deep into my neck. I growled at him menacingly, but he held out his baton. I quickly got the idea.
The captain came over and inspected me with two very small blue-gray eyes. His mustache twitched under his nose, and he sneezed right onto me.
"Filthy creatures, dogs. Miss Lamoure, I think we found the reason why we are shutting you down. This is CLEARLY against the Health Codes." He nodded vindictively, and she was pulled away outside screaming bloody murder. I struggled under the officers' grasp and swatted at him with my front paws, knocking him over in a surprised daze. Taking advantage of my situation (as always) I pounced on his chest and bared my teeth.
The captain went deathly pale, and no other officer wanted to pull me off. I heard faint smatterings of the words "rabies" and "mad dog" around the theater. I reared off of the helpless man, and ran out of the theater like a mad dog; spitting up foam just to get some Muggles out of my path.
I ran in a random direction away from people. My hind legs became sore, and I hid in a nearby alleyway and transfigured. I ran my hands through my hair and tried to catch my breath. My cover would be useless now. I couldn't possibly go through town as Scraps. I ran it through my mind; I couldn't go around in a robe either without someone suspecting I was one of those cross dressers, either. I couldn't go by my name either. I paced around in the lank alley and tried to come up with a plan. I spied a store across the street called The Lost and Found Antique Clothing Boutique.
In the window there were many mannequins wearing dresses. A visible light bulb went off over my head as I wrote something down on a piece of parchment from my pocket.