Woo-Hoo!! Ff.net is still down, but I can't stop writing! Yay me! Anyways, Since ff.net is still down...well, at least it was while I was writing this, I can't wait for the poll results to come back...so, the mindless question from that chapter will also apply to this one. Unless you answered it...in that case the mindless question is this: Do you actually take these questions?
A) Yes
B) No
C) What questions?
D) I wanna go home!!!
Moving on...Here's the next chapter!!!
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Spike went into battle mode immediately, and used his forearm to bat the wand away. Snarling, he vamped out and began cursing all present. The old man just smiled mysteriously and said "He'll do wonderfully."
"What the sodding hell is this?"
"This is our Headquarters and that was your test. Congrats. You're in." said a cute red headed girl. She seemed a bit snobbish, however, because after she said that, she turned away, reading some thing on some scroll. She was absentmindedly toying with a bright blue ribbon.
"Yes, as Miss Weasley so eloquently put it, that was your test, and you're in. We are the members of The Order of The Pheonix, dedicating our lives to stopping the forces of evil. Well, stopping the forces of Death Eaters, to be more accurate." The old man smiled as he spoke.
"Sorry 'bout that. I couldn't tell you about that part, we're not allowed to know about the final test until it happens. It's different for all of us." Draco said, now looking at another one of the scrolls, this one with a green ribbon.
"Here, why don't I get you a chair." Said a girl with long brown hair. She smiled at him, and proceeded to use her own magic wand to literally draw him a chair. It hovered for a moment, then set itself softly on the ground to her right. She nodded her head towards it, silently telling him that it was all right. Spike figured that as long as he was here, he might as well sit. He dropped into his chair, as his vampiric features melted away.
As the last girl, the one with short blonde hair, explained something or other about maps to Draco, Spike studied the faces of each member, as they studied their scrolls. The red head girl was the cutest, with her hazel eyes. She had the blue ribbon still, and Spike reasoned that, since everyone had a ribbon of a different color, they must tie the scrolls shut. The boy on her left had black, messy hair and green eyes. He also had black rimmed glassed. He was the only one not holding his own scroll. He was pointing at things on the scroll held by the boy on his left. He had the same hair color as the red headed girl, and he had many more freckles. He had brown eyes, though, and was shredding the edge of a red ribbon.
To *his* left, was the brown haired girl. She was rather plain, with brown eyes and frizzy hair. She wasn't anywhere near what you would call ugly, though. She wasn't wearing the obvious makeup that the other girls were either. She was currently tying the orange ribbon around the ends of a few locks of hair, and she read her map. She was next to Spike, obviously, and on his other side was a boy with short, sandy-brown hair. He had a purple ribbon lying on front of him, forgotten, as he held the map very close to his face, trying to decipher something. The blonde girl had abandoned her scroll and it's yellow ribbon in favor of flirting very obviously with Draco. She was the kind of girl that Spike would see at the Bronze, hanging off of a different guy every week. She had silly purple eye shadow, which reminded Spike heavily of the air-headed Harmony.
Draco was very put-off by this, and he kept shooting glances toward the red head whom Spike suspected that he fancied, as it was fairly blatantly obvious. He was still trying to read the scroll with the green ribbon. He had the ribbon wrapped tightly around his hand, seemingly as a stress reliever. Spike silently agreed with him. Harmony's type were bloody irritating. He only put up with her as a way to piss off Buffy.
The old man had the last one, some sort of list, from what Spike could see htrough the back. It had a black ribbon. Idly, he wondered if it was some sort of way to tell each one from the other, when they were rolled up. He supposed that would only be logical, it's what he would have done. He had nothing left to wonder about now. Spike drummed his fingers. He was very bored.
After a few seconds, the sandy-haired boy looked up, obviously very agitated. "D'you Really have to do that?" He asked, in an Irish accent.
Spike looked thoughtful for a moment before turning fully towards the boy and saying "Yes." He then drummed his fingers with renewed vigor. The boy ground his teeth together, and stared at his map again, obviously no longer reading it. Spike smiled to himself. This was going to be as fun as the Scooby meeting used to be. This boy reminded him of the whelp. Thinking of the Scoobies brought back too many dark memories. Sinking into the abyss of remeberence, Spike stopped drumming his fingers. If any one cared to notice, half the table let out a sigh of happiness.
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That's all for now. I know, I know. A really short one, but I'm not sure where to take this next and it's 2:03 a.m. already. Goodnight, Buenos Noches, Adeui, Farewell, and everything else like that.
A) Yes
B) No
C) What questions?
D) I wanna go home!!!
Moving on...Here's the next chapter!!!
%$$#@#%$#^&%&*%(&)^)^&*(^&%$(@%$!@#$
Spike went into battle mode immediately, and used his forearm to bat the wand away. Snarling, he vamped out and began cursing all present. The old man just smiled mysteriously and said "He'll do wonderfully."
"What the sodding hell is this?"
"This is our Headquarters and that was your test. Congrats. You're in." said a cute red headed girl. She seemed a bit snobbish, however, because after she said that, she turned away, reading some thing on some scroll. She was absentmindedly toying with a bright blue ribbon.
"Yes, as Miss Weasley so eloquently put it, that was your test, and you're in. We are the members of The Order of The Pheonix, dedicating our lives to stopping the forces of evil. Well, stopping the forces of Death Eaters, to be more accurate." The old man smiled as he spoke.
"Sorry 'bout that. I couldn't tell you about that part, we're not allowed to know about the final test until it happens. It's different for all of us." Draco said, now looking at another one of the scrolls, this one with a green ribbon.
"Here, why don't I get you a chair." Said a girl with long brown hair. She smiled at him, and proceeded to use her own magic wand to literally draw him a chair. It hovered for a moment, then set itself softly on the ground to her right. She nodded her head towards it, silently telling him that it was all right. Spike figured that as long as he was here, he might as well sit. He dropped into his chair, as his vampiric features melted away.
As the last girl, the one with short blonde hair, explained something or other about maps to Draco, Spike studied the faces of each member, as they studied their scrolls. The red head girl was the cutest, with her hazel eyes. She had the blue ribbon still, and Spike reasoned that, since everyone had a ribbon of a different color, they must tie the scrolls shut. The boy on her left had black, messy hair and green eyes. He also had black rimmed glassed. He was the only one not holding his own scroll. He was pointing at things on the scroll held by the boy on his left. He had the same hair color as the red headed girl, and he had many more freckles. He had brown eyes, though, and was shredding the edge of a red ribbon.
To *his* left, was the brown haired girl. She was rather plain, with brown eyes and frizzy hair. She wasn't anywhere near what you would call ugly, though. She wasn't wearing the obvious makeup that the other girls were either. She was currently tying the orange ribbon around the ends of a few locks of hair, and she read her map. She was next to Spike, obviously, and on his other side was a boy with short, sandy-brown hair. He had a purple ribbon lying on front of him, forgotten, as he held the map very close to his face, trying to decipher something. The blonde girl had abandoned her scroll and it's yellow ribbon in favor of flirting very obviously with Draco. She was the kind of girl that Spike would see at the Bronze, hanging off of a different guy every week. She had silly purple eye shadow, which reminded Spike heavily of the air-headed Harmony.
Draco was very put-off by this, and he kept shooting glances toward the red head whom Spike suspected that he fancied, as it was fairly blatantly obvious. He was still trying to read the scroll with the green ribbon. He had the ribbon wrapped tightly around his hand, seemingly as a stress reliever. Spike silently agreed with him. Harmony's type were bloody irritating. He only put up with her as a way to piss off Buffy.
The old man had the last one, some sort of list, from what Spike could see htrough the back. It had a black ribbon. Idly, he wondered if it was some sort of way to tell each one from the other, when they were rolled up. He supposed that would only be logical, it's what he would have done. He had nothing left to wonder about now. Spike drummed his fingers. He was very bored.
After a few seconds, the sandy-haired boy looked up, obviously very agitated. "D'you Really have to do that?" He asked, in an Irish accent.
Spike looked thoughtful for a moment before turning fully towards the boy and saying "Yes." He then drummed his fingers with renewed vigor. The boy ground his teeth together, and stared at his map again, obviously no longer reading it. Spike smiled to himself. This was going to be as fun as the Scooby meeting used to be. This boy reminded him of the whelp. Thinking of the Scoobies brought back too many dark memories. Sinking into the abyss of remeberence, Spike stopped drumming his fingers. If any one cared to notice, half the table let out a sigh of happiness.
@#$%$#^)_**_()^&*(^%$#@#!@#%$^%$^&())&*_^*#^$
That's all for now. I know, I know. A really short one, but I'm not sure where to take this next and it's 2:03 a.m. already. Goodnight, Buenos Noches, Adeui, Farewell, and everything else like that.