Disclaimer: I own nothing except the extended Dolan family and Hound's
Hollow (including all of its subsidiary locations). The rest of this stuff
is property of its proper owners. I'm a broke college student who writes to
pass the time before classes. (I really do write between college classes.
in the halls, in the café, in the labs, and in the library.)
One day, while sitting in the groundskeeper's garden, up to the elbows of his robe in tomato plants, Patrick noticed that the blurs were moving in a more frantic than usual fashion.
"Something must be happening," the wizard surmised.
He inched closer to the edge of the garden to get a better view of what was happening. He had gone all the way to the fence of the garden before stopping himself.
Suddenly, each of the blurs began entering the Forbidden Forest. They seemed to be making for its center.
As, one by one, the blurs disappeared from his sight, Patrick thought, "Great, they're leaving. What now?"
He didn't want to lose sight of the blurs, lest he was unable to find them again, but he also knew that entering the Forbidden Forest was...well, forbidden.
Sighing, Patrick got up and brushed himself off. A decision had to be made, and it had to be made quickly.
"Well, it is the lesser of the two evils, I guess," Patrick mused as he made his way into the forest.
The first thing the red headed wizard became aware of was that he was breaking one of the most basic of Hogwarts ground rules. He was breaking a rule that he had been taught since day one at Hogwarts.
He knew he should be a little nervous, nervous about getting caught and getting punished for his actions. Instead, he was kind of excited and slightly impressed by his own daring. He didn't think he had it in him to break the rules at school.
"So this is why James and his friends do this so often," Patrick mused, with a bit of a mental chuckle.
He kept walking, trying to be as stealthy as possible, staying just behind one of the blurred creatures.
He followed them to a very large, old gnarled looking tree. The tree was mostly dark brown trunk and branches. Unlike the lush vegetation around him, this tree had no leaves or flowers on any of its branches. It looked like it was either dead or dying of some sort of tree illness. It appeared to the red headed wizard that the blurs were moving into and out of the tree.
With several hours of daylight left, Patrick settled down behind some very large rocks. He figured that he was very well hidden and could sit and try to puzzle out what exactly was going on.
Moments later, something behind Patrick caught his attention. He had the strangest feeling that he was being watched. The red headed wizard turned around and came face to face, nose to nose, with one of the blurred creatures.
It had very long black hair, pointed ears, and quite tall. It, because he couldn't decide whether the creature was male or female, was wearing some type of oddly shaped armor and was brandishing a Muggle weapon.
The creature said something to Patrick in a very melodic voice.
"I'm sorry," the wizard said, very slowly, pronouncing every single syllable, "I don't understand."
The creature looked at Patrick with a puzzled expression on its face.
It finally spoke, saying, "Why have you been following us?"
"I was just curious. I've been watching all of you do whatever it was you were doing at the edge of the forest for the past few weeks," the wizard, nervously, replied.
The knight, or whatever is actually was, called out in its own language.
An old man answered the call. Though he didn't look like the knight he spoke and appeared to understand the language it spoke. The two talked for several minutes, with the knight gesturing to Patrick every once and again.
The old man said something to the creature in a very commanding voice. The creature disappeared faster than Patrick's eye could comprehend.
The old man, then, turned his attention to Patrick.
"Come; let us get you back to the school. I know you shouldn't be out here," he said, in a grandfatherly sort of voice.
One day, while sitting in the groundskeeper's garden, up to the elbows of his robe in tomato plants, Patrick noticed that the blurs were moving in a more frantic than usual fashion.
"Something must be happening," the wizard surmised.
He inched closer to the edge of the garden to get a better view of what was happening. He had gone all the way to the fence of the garden before stopping himself.
Suddenly, each of the blurs began entering the Forbidden Forest. They seemed to be making for its center.
As, one by one, the blurs disappeared from his sight, Patrick thought, "Great, they're leaving. What now?"
He didn't want to lose sight of the blurs, lest he was unable to find them again, but he also knew that entering the Forbidden Forest was...well, forbidden.
Sighing, Patrick got up and brushed himself off. A decision had to be made, and it had to be made quickly.
"Well, it is the lesser of the two evils, I guess," Patrick mused as he made his way into the forest.
The first thing the red headed wizard became aware of was that he was breaking one of the most basic of Hogwarts ground rules. He was breaking a rule that he had been taught since day one at Hogwarts.
He knew he should be a little nervous, nervous about getting caught and getting punished for his actions. Instead, he was kind of excited and slightly impressed by his own daring. He didn't think he had it in him to break the rules at school.
"So this is why James and his friends do this so often," Patrick mused, with a bit of a mental chuckle.
He kept walking, trying to be as stealthy as possible, staying just behind one of the blurred creatures.
He followed them to a very large, old gnarled looking tree. The tree was mostly dark brown trunk and branches. Unlike the lush vegetation around him, this tree had no leaves or flowers on any of its branches. It looked like it was either dead or dying of some sort of tree illness. It appeared to the red headed wizard that the blurs were moving into and out of the tree.
With several hours of daylight left, Patrick settled down behind some very large rocks. He figured that he was very well hidden and could sit and try to puzzle out what exactly was going on.
Moments later, something behind Patrick caught his attention. He had the strangest feeling that he was being watched. The red headed wizard turned around and came face to face, nose to nose, with one of the blurred creatures.
It had very long black hair, pointed ears, and quite tall. It, because he couldn't decide whether the creature was male or female, was wearing some type of oddly shaped armor and was brandishing a Muggle weapon.
The creature said something to Patrick in a very melodic voice.
"I'm sorry," the wizard said, very slowly, pronouncing every single syllable, "I don't understand."
The creature looked at Patrick with a puzzled expression on its face.
It finally spoke, saying, "Why have you been following us?"
"I was just curious. I've been watching all of you do whatever it was you were doing at the edge of the forest for the past few weeks," the wizard, nervously, replied.
The knight, or whatever is actually was, called out in its own language.
An old man answered the call. Though he didn't look like the knight he spoke and appeared to understand the language it spoke. The two talked for several minutes, with the knight gesturing to Patrick every once and again.
The old man said something to the creature in a very commanding voice. The creature disappeared faster than Patrick's eye could comprehend.
The old man, then, turned his attention to Patrick.
"Come; let us get you back to the school. I know you shouldn't be out here," he said, in a grandfatherly sort of voice.