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Nearly Headless Nick's Story



Chapter 6



*Meanwhile back at the ranch, er, stable, After a decent nights sleep we find our ragged band of knights gathered around a tethering post listening a very large and official looking man, Nick approaches.*

Sir Nicholas was still pondering the outrageous behavior of the fiery young women he had set his sights upon, when he noticed his men gathered around a tethering post and listening to a very large and official looking man.

"Ah! Sir Nicholas! Good man, come here old fellow!"

The very large and official looking man bellowed as he clapped his hand on Nick's (A/N I know I've called him sir Nicholas over and over again throughout the whole story, but I'm tired of typing it) shoulder, nearly dislocating it.

"Good man! Now all of you have been called here because there is trouble brewing, right here in Valliwood. There is trouble sulking 'round the corner, trouble seeping up through the floor boards, trouble creeping-"

At this point, Nick was growing tired of listening to this very large and official looking man.

"Get on with it man!"

Nick snapped at the very large and official looking man.

"Yes, yes quite right,"

The very large and official looking man looked rather embarrassed as he muttered this, but he regained himself.

"The trouble of which I speak is more dangerous than the stealthiest of bandits, swifter than the wind, and more deadly than a thousand plagues. What is this trouble you might ask? Well, I'll tell you what the trouble is."

The very large and official looking man paused dramatically. All the knights leaned in, eager to hear what this trouble could be. But the very large and official looking man seemed to be lost in a daze, and only several cleared throats, shuffled feet, fake coughs, and one shouted "WELL?!" from Nick seemed to awaken him.

"Right, well our trouble is."

The very large and official looking man started to paused yet again, but thought better of it.

"Witchcraft."

Thoughts flew all around Nick's head as this disturbing realization hit him. Witchcraft? What did he mean? Did they have the slightest idea how to catch witches and wizards? This was not a comforting thought, because as you may have forgotten, our dear Sir Nicholas himself attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and it seemed now his alma mater might get him in quite a bit of trouble.

"We have had several illnesses through our stables and crops are dropping dead. We have never seen the like in all our years."

The very large and official looking man said importantly.

Nick could have laughed out loud, this was no act of witchcraft, but merely sloppy farm work. No self respecting witch or wizard would waste his or her time killing cows and corn, and these people wouldn't know a witch if she flew right in front of their faces playing Shortbumps*. He was safe.

"Alright gentlemen, keep your eyes open and answer to me if you see anything funny.

The very large and official looking man sauntered off and most of the other knights wandered away grumbling about being sent on this goose chase and whether it would ever amount to anything.

But Sir Nichols stayed back looking at the inn where he could see Leila washing dishes with a passion and an angry look in her pretty ice blue eyes. As he watched, a plan formed in his mind. Maybe he could use this hysteria to his advantage.

With a smirk on his face he looked in his cloak pocket where a short piece of wood, about seven inches (seven inches, oak, containing a single dragon heartstring from a Swedish Shortsnout) and he began to walk slowly toward the inn.