Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the personalties and names of my characters. J. K. Rowling owns most everything. I remembered where I heard 'MacNab' from. It's from the wonderful little book 'Little House in the Highlands' by Melissa
Wiley. So I guess 'MacNab' is owned by her. Ah well, my character is still mine. Molly is mine, their personalties are mine.
One more thing, kind reviewer ^_^ I agree totally with the rest of your review, but the werewolves bit is necessary. You see... Remmy is a werewolf, so I had to have the werewolf in there to bite him, see? Sorry if I'm misreading your review, it just kinda confused me.
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Chapter two: Werewolf hunters two.
MacNab pushed his way through the underbrush with Artis Lupin at his side, both had a small bag of silver bullets in their pockets and both had their wands at the ready. The two of them used the light of the full moon to find their way, trying to attract as little attention to themselves as possible. MacNab knew that Mina didn't approve of hunting the werewolves that wandered onto the joint property of the Lupin's and MacNab's land, but his own wife was all for it. She hated the idea of a werewolf being near their daughter. MacNab had to admit that he didn't much care for werewolves being around either, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt and feel sorry for the poor beast. Trying to get his thoughts onto other things he decided to strike up a quiet conversation with Artis Lupin.
"Artis, I heard tale of ye wantin' ta bring young Remmy on this hunt?"
Artis nodded, "Yup, trouble is the misses wouldn't hear of it."
"Aye, Mina's likely righ' abou' this one." MacNab said solemnly, "She tends to ken o' wha' she's speakin'."
"Guess your right." Artis acknowledged grudgingly. "Do you ever wish Molly was a boy? So you could take her hunting?" Seeing the frown on MacNab's face Artis quickly added, "Not werewolves of course."
MacNab walked in silence for a few moments before answering, "Aye, ever now and agai'n I find mehself wishin' she were a lad, but then I say ta mehself: Och! MacNab ye foolish man, Molly's a righ' bonny lass an ye coul'na ask for be'er."
That said the two neighbors once again walked in silence.
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Remus sighed as Molly once again made the move to put the two into stale mate. The two had been playing the game of wizards chess for nearly an hour (Gobstones had quickly gotten boring.), and still neither of the two could best the other. No matter how much they strategized the result was always the same: An out and out dead draw.
"Let's go outside!" Molly suggested throwing her hands up in defeat.
Remus nodded in agreement and began putting away his two chess sets, "Sure thing. Oh can I ask ya something, Molly?"
She blinked at him for a moment, "I guess?"
"What'd ya get me for my birthday?!"
Molly quickly picked up a pillow and tossed it at Remus' head, "Wait an' see ye nosy git!"
Remus pretended to pout for a moment then they both ran outside to discover what kind of mayhem they could get into.
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Artis grimaced as they came upon the sixth animal to have had the misfortune of being targeted by the werewolf, "I hate werewolves."
MacNab looked up at him sharply from where he had been attempting to determine the werewolf's path, "Aye.... But ye'd be good ta remember tha' not all o' them are bad."
Artis made a noise that suggested he strongly doubted there were, or ever had been, any good werewolves. MacNab shook his head and continued down a trail the werewolf had made.
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"What do ya wanna do?" Remus queried as the two wandered aimlessly around the yard.
"Break into Gringotts and see if I can find the dragons that guard some of the places down there."
Remus stared at her, at the strangest moments she would make odd pronouncements as she just had and it would always knock him off balance. Usually she had a firm grip on what was and was not possible, but sometimes she'd just have a crazy idea pop into her head and would blurt it out without a second thought. This was another reason Molly MacNab was his best friend. She never ceased to make his life interesting.
"What do you want to do in the yard?" Sometimes you just had to be specific with the girl.
Molly gazed around the yard, looking for something that could possibly be worth her time and energy. "Oh, I don't know."
The two finally decided to sit on the lawn and after staring at the woods for quite some time Molly leapt to her feet.
"Remmy, I dare you to go up to the trees."
"Huh?" Remus stared at her in confusion for a moment. "What for?"
She sighed as if he were the most clue less person alive, "Just to prove that you can!"
Remus rolled his eyes and stood up, "If you insist." He started to walk towards the woods then stopped and turned around to make sure she was right behind him.
Molly wasn't anywhere in sight, Remus sighed. He hated it when she did that. It was a random stunt the little girl liked to pull, she'd distract you with something else then sneak off and set up a prank. These were the worst kind of pranks in his opinion, because they were aimed at him. Remus shrugged off those thoughts, deciding that it wouldn't be as much fun if he didn't get a joke played on him occasionally.
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"Should we split up? 'Tis fresh both o' these trails." MacNab gestured toward both trail that lay before them.
It was the same as many choices of the kind. Go along the right fork and hope you picked correctly, or do the same with the left fork. Their only other choice was to risk the dangers of splitting up.
Artis frowned and looked along both trails, there wasn't a way to tell which one would lead to the werewolf.
"Let's split up." He said with a sigh, "Shoot up sparks if you come across the werewolf, and I'll be there as quick as I can." MacNab nodded and without another word walked down the left path. Artis' face set determinedly and he struck out along the right path.
MacNab walked resolutely down the path he had chosen, using every bit of self-restraint he possessed to keep from muttering aloud. What Artis had chosen to do was a bit dangerous for his taste. Taking on a werewolf together was reckless, but to tackle one alone...
The big man stopped dead in his track after a good ten minutes of walking. Up ahead, clear as daylight to the experienced werewolf tracker, were the telltale tracks that told of the werewolf's whereabouts. The creature had gone this way, true, but then it had turned around in an attempt to throw them off. MacNab muttered something under his breath and took off back the way he had come.
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Remus squared his small shoulders and walked across the yard to the edge of the trees, he bit his lip nervously and reached out to touch one of the lower branches of the dark forbidding trees. Quick as a flash something darted out of the trees and closed firmly around his arm causing the now terrified boy to let out a frightened yelp.
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Artis was nearing the end of the path he walked as well, but there were no signs of the werewolf turning around as there had been along MacNab's chosen path. Artis could just see where the path started to come to an end, quietly he pulled the pouch of silver bullets from within his cloak and prepared to cast the enchantments on them that would 'cause them to zip off at high speed much as they would have if shot from a muggle gun. A frightened cry reached his ears and for a split second he took his eyes off of the tall grass to look towards the source of the sound. That second was all the creature within the grass needed. It's bright amber eyes narrowed and a low growl could be heard as it sprung from its hiding place and toward Artis Lupin.
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*Dies* Cliffy! Double cliffy! Augh! Are there two werewolves?! Did Remmy just receive the bite in his own backyard?! Is Artis going to be okay, will MacNab get there in time to save him? Where is Molly? Oh the suspense! ;__; Mweeh, Remmy! Black! Finish this up while I have a panic attack about the fate of Artis and Remmy!
Mr. Padfoot would like to inform all reviewers that he finds the nickname 'Remmy' highly amusing and will use it for Mr. Moony as much as humanly (and inhumanly!) possible.
Mr. Moony would like to comment that if Mr. Padfoot goes through with his plans, that certain parties shall be forced to take measures to prevent it that would be most grievous indeed.
Mr. Padfoot would be wondering what those measures might be. (Not that he's worried or anything... *coughs* )
Mr. Moony would be forced to reveal Mr. Padfoot's acute fear of felines.
Moony! I am not afraid of cats!!! Errmmm... Mr. Padfoot would like to see you prove these facts.
Mr. Moony would like very much if Mr. Padfoot would look behind him at that feline.
*Spins around* O_O'
Mr. Moony believes he has proven his point.
Shut it Moony.
Sore loser.
Insufferable blackmailing git.
Black-mail....... interesting choice of words, Sirius 'Black'.
*shoves the boys apart* The authoress would like to apologize for the lack of judgment she showed by allowing those two to do the end credits of chapter two. She hopes that her reviewers shall forgive her for such a grievous error.
(Never give me six cans of soda and a blank chapter that needs to be typed ^^ I'll insert my insanity into it some way or other!)
Wiley. So I guess 'MacNab' is owned by her. Ah well, my character is still mine. Molly is mine, their personalties are mine.
One more thing, kind reviewer ^_^ I agree totally with the rest of your review, but the werewolves bit is necessary. You see... Remmy is a werewolf, so I had to have the werewolf in there to bite him, see? Sorry if I'm misreading your review, it just kinda confused me.
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Chapter two: Werewolf hunters two.
MacNab pushed his way through the underbrush with Artis Lupin at his side, both had a small bag of silver bullets in their pockets and both had their wands at the ready. The two of them used the light of the full moon to find their way, trying to attract as little attention to themselves as possible. MacNab knew that Mina didn't approve of hunting the werewolves that wandered onto the joint property of the Lupin's and MacNab's land, but his own wife was all for it. She hated the idea of a werewolf being near their daughter. MacNab had to admit that he didn't much care for werewolves being around either, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt and feel sorry for the poor beast. Trying to get his thoughts onto other things he decided to strike up a quiet conversation with Artis Lupin.
"Artis, I heard tale of ye wantin' ta bring young Remmy on this hunt?"
Artis nodded, "Yup, trouble is the misses wouldn't hear of it."
"Aye, Mina's likely righ' abou' this one." MacNab said solemnly, "She tends to ken o' wha' she's speakin'."
"Guess your right." Artis acknowledged grudgingly. "Do you ever wish Molly was a boy? So you could take her hunting?" Seeing the frown on MacNab's face Artis quickly added, "Not werewolves of course."
MacNab walked in silence for a few moments before answering, "Aye, ever now and agai'n I find mehself wishin' she were a lad, but then I say ta mehself: Och! MacNab ye foolish man, Molly's a righ' bonny lass an ye coul'na ask for be'er."
That said the two neighbors once again walked in silence.
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Remus sighed as Molly once again made the move to put the two into stale mate. The two had been playing the game of wizards chess for nearly an hour (Gobstones had quickly gotten boring.), and still neither of the two could best the other. No matter how much they strategized the result was always the same: An out and out dead draw.
"Let's go outside!" Molly suggested throwing her hands up in defeat.
Remus nodded in agreement and began putting away his two chess sets, "Sure thing. Oh can I ask ya something, Molly?"
She blinked at him for a moment, "I guess?"
"What'd ya get me for my birthday?!"
Molly quickly picked up a pillow and tossed it at Remus' head, "Wait an' see ye nosy git!"
Remus pretended to pout for a moment then they both ran outside to discover what kind of mayhem they could get into.
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Artis grimaced as they came upon the sixth animal to have had the misfortune of being targeted by the werewolf, "I hate werewolves."
MacNab looked up at him sharply from where he had been attempting to determine the werewolf's path, "Aye.... But ye'd be good ta remember tha' not all o' them are bad."
Artis made a noise that suggested he strongly doubted there were, or ever had been, any good werewolves. MacNab shook his head and continued down a trail the werewolf had made.
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"What do ya wanna do?" Remus queried as the two wandered aimlessly around the yard.
"Break into Gringotts and see if I can find the dragons that guard some of the places down there."
Remus stared at her, at the strangest moments she would make odd pronouncements as she just had and it would always knock him off balance. Usually she had a firm grip on what was and was not possible, but sometimes she'd just have a crazy idea pop into her head and would blurt it out without a second thought. This was another reason Molly MacNab was his best friend. She never ceased to make his life interesting.
"What do you want to do in the yard?" Sometimes you just had to be specific with the girl.
Molly gazed around the yard, looking for something that could possibly be worth her time and energy. "Oh, I don't know."
The two finally decided to sit on the lawn and after staring at the woods for quite some time Molly leapt to her feet.
"Remmy, I dare you to go up to the trees."
"Huh?" Remus stared at her in confusion for a moment. "What for?"
She sighed as if he were the most clue less person alive, "Just to prove that you can!"
Remus rolled his eyes and stood up, "If you insist." He started to walk towards the woods then stopped and turned around to make sure she was right behind him.
Molly wasn't anywhere in sight, Remus sighed. He hated it when she did that. It was a random stunt the little girl liked to pull, she'd distract you with something else then sneak off and set up a prank. These were the worst kind of pranks in his opinion, because they were aimed at him. Remus shrugged off those thoughts, deciding that it wouldn't be as much fun if he didn't get a joke played on him occasionally.
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"Should we split up? 'Tis fresh both o' these trails." MacNab gestured toward both trail that lay before them.
It was the same as many choices of the kind. Go along the right fork and hope you picked correctly, or do the same with the left fork. Their only other choice was to risk the dangers of splitting up.
Artis frowned and looked along both trails, there wasn't a way to tell which one would lead to the werewolf.
"Let's split up." He said with a sigh, "Shoot up sparks if you come across the werewolf, and I'll be there as quick as I can." MacNab nodded and without another word walked down the left path. Artis' face set determinedly and he struck out along the right path.
MacNab walked resolutely down the path he had chosen, using every bit of self-restraint he possessed to keep from muttering aloud. What Artis had chosen to do was a bit dangerous for his taste. Taking on a werewolf together was reckless, but to tackle one alone...
The big man stopped dead in his track after a good ten minutes of walking. Up ahead, clear as daylight to the experienced werewolf tracker, were the telltale tracks that told of the werewolf's whereabouts. The creature had gone this way, true, but then it had turned around in an attempt to throw them off. MacNab muttered something under his breath and took off back the way he had come.
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Remus squared his small shoulders and walked across the yard to the edge of the trees, he bit his lip nervously and reached out to touch one of the lower branches of the dark forbidding trees. Quick as a flash something darted out of the trees and closed firmly around his arm causing the now terrified boy to let out a frightened yelp.
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Artis was nearing the end of the path he walked as well, but there were no signs of the werewolf turning around as there had been along MacNab's chosen path. Artis could just see where the path started to come to an end, quietly he pulled the pouch of silver bullets from within his cloak and prepared to cast the enchantments on them that would 'cause them to zip off at high speed much as they would have if shot from a muggle gun. A frightened cry reached his ears and for a split second he took his eyes off of the tall grass to look towards the source of the sound. That second was all the creature within the grass needed. It's bright amber eyes narrowed and a low growl could be heard as it sprung from its hiding place and toward Artis Lupin.
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*Dies* Cliffy! Double cliffy! Augh! Are there two werewolves?! Did Remmy just receive the bite in his own backyard?! Is Artis going to be okay, will MacNab get there in time to save him? Where is Molly? Oh the suspense! ;__; Mweeh, Remmy! Black! Finish this up while I have a panic attack about the fate of Artis and Remmy!
Mr. Padfoot would like to inform all reviewers that he finds the nickname 'Remmy' highly amusing and will use it for Mr. Moony as much as humanly (and inhumanly!) possible.
Mr. Moony would like to comment that if Mr. Padfoot goes through with his plans, that certain parties shall be forced to take measures to prevent it that would be most grievous indeed.
Mr. Padfoot would be wondering what those measures might be. (Not that he's worried or anything... *coughs* )
Mr. Moony would be forced to reveal Mr. Padfoot's acute fear of felines.
Moony! I am not afraid of cats!!! Errmmm... Mr. Padfoot would like to see you prove these facts.
Mr. Moony would like very much if Mr. Padfoot would look behind him at that feline.
*Spins around* O_O'
Mr. Moony believes he has proven his point.
Shut it Moony.
Sore loser.
Insufferable blackmailing git.
Black-mail....... interesting choice of words, Sirius 'Black'.
*shoves the boys apart* The authoress would like to apologize for the lack of judgment she showed by allowing those two to do the end credits of chapter two. She hopes that her reviewers shall forgive her for such a grievous error.
(Never give me six cans of soda and a blank chapter that needs to be typed ^^ I'll insert my insanity into it some way or other!)