The statue of the one-eyed witch never looked quite so terrifying as when
Chester appeared from behind her ugly backside after escaping from The
Three Broomsticks and the gang of wayward Death Eaters. The paintings in
the hallway made a run for it as Chester emerged, and even Madame Rosmerta
had had quite enough of a poor chap for one night.
Madame Rosmerta- Well Chester, I'd best be going, there's no one watching the bar for me - Merlin only knows what those punters have been getting up to in my absence.
Chester- Well thanks for your help, maybe one day we'll meet again.and I'll be able to repay you for your kindness *he smiles a dorky grin and winks at her*
Madame Rosmerta- *mutters under breath* And maybe I'll settle down with a troll.
They part ways and Chester starts to walk down the corridor. Sobs are heard in the distance, and Chester shudders as he thinks of poor Snowy's plight. He rounds the corner and happens to bump straight into our auburn haired King of Katastrophe (sic) Sebastian, his face a dashing scarlet colour from exhaustion and embarrassment, which sets off the colour of his hair quite spectacularly.
Sebastian *in an irritated fashion* - Excuse me, I am trying to get to somewhere.
Chester- Er, sorry.
Sebastian looks him up and down critically.
Sebastian- I've never seen you around before
Chester- Well I've never been around here before. I'm supposed to be going to see a man called Bumblebore.
Sebastian ponders for a moment..
Quite a long moment..
Then he hits on an idea.
Sebastian- Wait, that must mean.Dumbledore! I know the way to his office- If you want to go *he says shyly*
Chester- Yes please.
In each other Sebastian and Chester see the kindred spirit of the maltreated earnest fool.
Sebastian- I'm Sebastian Snape by the way.
Chester- I'm Chester B Humpledincker. Wait, did you say Snape? As in.
A voice - Me.
Snape is behind them standing with Elsie (who, as soon as Snape's attention is off of her, begins to file her talons in a bored manner).
Snape- He, I'm unfortunate enough to say, is my nephew. I trust everything went well this morning Sebastian?
Seb *stammers*- Of course uncle.
Snape- We managed to dispose of the Death Eaters with no problem and then came after you Chester.
Elsie- We?!? Ahem, I mean I am most grateful for all the help you have given me kind sir, it is beyond what a girl with no property and only a slender ankle to her name can repay.
She bats her eyelids helplessly. Snape stares wistfully into her eyes. Chester clears his throat meaningfully. Snape snaps back to attention. Authors apologise for generous use of short sentences but feel that, from a writer's perspective, and given artistic freedom to do whatever they damn well want, these add to the tension to the scene.or something.
Snape- Well, to Dumbledore's office. And quickly.
He turns, his black cloak swirling in a malevolently majestic manner, and begins to hurry down the corridor. Elsie, Chester and Sebastian hurry after him.
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DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE
Dumbledore is seated behind his desk, waiting in contemplation. Fitzwilliam is leaning against a pillar, half concealed by the shadows, his arms folded in a silent cool sort of way. Orlando is sitting on an armchair with his legs up on Dumbledore's desk, sucking on some fizzing whizbees (bless his li'l cotton socks).
Suddenly the door bursts open in an unexpected fashion as doors are apt to do in such stories.
Snape swoops in to the room.
Snape- Headmaster, I have very important news for you.
He smoothes back an oily black lock that has unattached itself from the rest in a bid for freedom and a life without grease, his face a glorious rictus of self-importance and pomposity. A second later, Elsie, Chester and Sebastian arrive.
Dumbledore- No doubt. Do tell us all.
Snape looks at Orlando derisively. Orlando smiles at him in a benign, if very charismatic, way.
Snape- I think that this is best heard in private sir.
Dumbledore- It's quite all right, Severus.
Snape spies the figure of Fitzwilliam concealed in a convenient patch of gloom in which he happens to be standing.
Snape- But what about him? No doubt a bad sort lurking in the shadows.
He turns around and sees Fitzwilliam properly for the first time.
Snape-You!!
Fitzwilliam- *quietly* Hello Severus.
Snape looks utterly livid, his mouth open in a gaping fashion. The effect culminates in the sense that you would know what a goldfish (albeit a mutated black one with a penchant for ill will) would look like angry.
Orlando looks up at him puzzled.
Orlando- What's the matter? Aren't you going to say hello to your. *pregnant pause that seems very meaningful, everyone waits with bated breath*
Orlando- *coughs* Sorry had to swallow my fizzing whizbee there *everyone gets exasperated, then the air fills with anticipation again.* Your.
Orlando-*another even more pregnant pause (I'd say 8 months gone at least)* Sorry, sorry, it's stuck in my throat. *he makes a noisy coughing sound*
By this time everyone is becoming irritated and stops listening.
Orlando-.Your brother?
Chester gasps, Elsie raises her eyebrows and Seb swoons with a faint mutter of "Fetch me my smelling salts". As no one rushes to catch him, like an autumn leaf breaking loose from a particularly unattractive oak tree he flutters and falls to the ground.
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Madame Rosmerta- Well Chester, I'd best be going, there's no one watching the bar for me - Merlin only knows what those punters have been getting up to in my absence.
Chester- Well thanks for your help, maybe one day we'll meet again.and I'll be able to repay you for your kindness *he smiles a dorky grin and winks at her*
Madame Rosmerta- *mutters under breath* And maybe I'll settle down with a troll.
They part ways and Chester starts to walk down the corridor. Sobs are heard in the distance, and Chester shudders as he thinks of poor Snowy's plight. He rounds the corner and happens to bump straight into our auburn haired King of Katastrophe (sic) Sebastian, his face a dashing scarlet colour from exhaustion and embarrassment, which sets off the colour of his hair quite spectacularly.
Sebastian *in an irritated fashion* - Excuse me, I am trying to get to somewhere.
Chester- Er, sorry.
Sebastian looks him up and down critically.
Sebastian- I've never seen you around before
Chester- Well I've never been around here before. I'm supposed to be going to see a man called Bumblebore.
Sebastian ponders for a moment..
Quite a long moment..
Then he hits on an idea.
Sebastian- Wait, that must mean.Dumbledore! I know the way to his office- If you want to go *he says shyly*
Chester- Yes please.
In each other Sebastian and Chester see the kindred spirit of the maltreated earnest fool.
Sebastian- I'm Sebastian Snape by the way.
Chester- I'm Chester B Humpledincker. Wait, did you say Snape? As in.
A voice - Me.
Snape is behind them standing with Elsie (who, as soon as Snape's attention is off of her, begins to file her talons in a bored manner).
Snape- He, I'm unfortunate enough to say, is my nephew. I trust everything went well this morning Sebastian?
Seb *stammers*- Of course uncle.
Snape- We managed to dispose of the Death Eaters with no problem and then came after you Chester.
Elsie- We?!? Ahem, I mean I am most grateful for all the help you have given me kind sir, it is beyond what a girl with no property and only a slender ankle to her name can repay.
She bats her eyelids helplessly. Snape stares wistfully into her eyes. Chester clears his throat meaningfully. Snape snaps back to attention. Authors apologise for generous use of short sentences but feel that, from a writer's perspective, and given artistic freedom to do whatever they damn well want, these add to the tension to the scene.or something.
Snape- Well, to Dumbledore's office. And quickly.
He turns, his black cloak swirling in a malevolently majestic manner, and begins to hurry down the corridor. Elsie, Chester and Sebastian hurry after him.
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DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE
Dumbledore is seated behind his desk, waiting in contemplation. Fitzwilliam is leaning against a pillar, half concealed by the shadows, his arms folded in a silent cool sort of way. Orlando is sitting on an armchair with his legs up on Dumbledore's desk, sucking on some fizzing whizbees (bless his li'l cotton socks).
Suddenly the door bursts open in an unexpected fashion as doors are apt to do in such stories.
Snape swoops in to the room.
Snape- Headmaster, I have very important news for you.
He smoothes back an oily black lock that has unattached itself from the rest in a bid for freedom and a life without grease, his face a glorious rictus of self-importance and pomposity. A second later, Elsie, Chester and Sebastian arrive.
Dumbledore- No doubt. Do tell us all.
Snape looks at Orlando derisively. Orlando smiles at him in a benign, if very charismatic, way.
Snape- I think that this is best heard in private sir.
Dumbledore- It's quite all right, Severus.
Snape spies the figure of Fitzwilliam concealed in a convenient patch of gloom in which he happens to be standing.
Snape- But what about him? No doubt a bad sort lurking in the shadows.
He turns around and sees Fitzwilliam properly for the first time.
Snape-You!!
Fitzwilliam- *quietly* Hello Severus.
Snape looks utterly livid, his mouth open in a gaping fashion. The effect culminates in the sense that you would know what a goldfish (albeit a mutated black one with a penchant for ill will) would look like angry.
Orlando looks up at him puzzled.
Orlando- What's the matter? Aren't you going to say hello to your. *pregnant pause that seems very meaningful, everyone waits with bated breath*
Orlando- *coughs* Sorry had to swallow my fizzing whizbee there *everyone gets exasperated, then the air fills with anticipation again.* Your.
Orlando-*another even more pregnant pause (I'd say 8 months gone at least)* Sorry, sorry, it's stuck in my throat. *he makes a noisy coughing sound*
By this time everyone is becoming irritated and stops listening.
Orlando-.Your brother?
Chester gasps, Elsie raises her eyebrows and Seb swoons with a faint mutter of "Fetch me my smelling salts". As no one rushes to catch him, like an autumn leaf breaking loose from a particularly unattractive oak tree he flutters and falls to the ground.
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