Okay, ff.net is back up today, but it told me not-so-politly by jamming up my whole compe so that I needed to re-start it that the log in would be un-availible for another two days... so that would make me right when I said b4 that this site would be down until about Monday...I think I said that in the last chapter..or maybe that was in another one of my stories...it doesn't matter. I was still right. GO ME!!!!
In my nice spiffy free time that I had in place of reading other peoples stories, I have decided the Ships for this story...some of you will like them, some hate them, others will be completely impartial. Whatever. I will introduce them, throughout this chapter. Enjoy!!
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They finally got done studying the maps, passing tham all around, turning to the black haired one to get parts straight, and then finally turning to Spike, as though he was an afterthought. The old man spoke first. "Mr. Bloody..."
"Actually, I've been going by 'Spike' for the last hundred years." Spike said, rudely.
It didn't phase the old man. "Spike, I am Professor Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts, Head of The Order of The Pheonix. These are the other Head members of the Order. Please, all of you, intruoduce yourselves."
The first to stand was the brown haired girl. "I'm Hermione Granger, Intelligence."
Harry Potter. I do the map work." The black haired boy stood, as the brown haired girl sat.
Next up was the red haired boy, and Spike got the feeling that these three were inseperable. "Ron Weasley. Strategy." He said proudly.
"I'm Ginny Weasley, and I'm in charge of security. You'll have to see me later, to be outfitted."
The last two stood at the same time, and with a glare at the other, the girl spoke first. "I'm Lavender Brown, and I'm the head of Enemy Surveillence. I can find out anything, about anyone." She smiled at him, and winked, whick he found slightly disgusting. The girl had to be about 17 to his 100. Of course, Buffy was with the poof and she was only 15 to his...never mind.
"I'm Seamus Finnigan, and I do weaponry. You'll mostly be working with me, as you're probably more used to muggle weapons than magical. Since our enemies are the opposite, we try to play their weaknesses. Oh, hey! With your strength, I got this thing that I want you to try...none of us can hold it steady enough to be accurate, but maybe *you*..." Seamus was interrupted.
"But you won't spend all your time with them, rest assured." Draco stayed sitting, but everyone turned their attention to him anyway. Now Spike was sure that he liked the boy. "I'm in charge of Recruiting and Basic Training. I also have a bit of Financial Backing." The way he said it assured them all the he had a *bit* more than a bit of the backing. "You'll be with me as well, helping train the recruits. Not that there's very amny of them." He frowned deeply. This was obviously a point of worry for him...possibly because he was in charge of recruiting.
"Before we show you the grounds, do you have any questions?" It was the old man again. This was all a bit overwhelming still, and Spike said the first logical thing that came into his mind...well, somewhat logical.
"What's with all the doors and traps getting in here? It took us nearly ten minutes just to get in. What if there was an emergency?"
Ginny smiled. "That was all mine. The first was the blades and stunners...I had to do that one so the name could be easy enough to remember. All sorts of baddies came through one time, and I installed those so we wouldn't have to chase them through the maze. The second is the maze, and the walls change. Only one led by a specially charmed necklace can get through it. Next comes the magic keyhole. It looks normal enough, but it uses a simple muggle bar code reader. It reads this tiny band that's around the middle of the wand. It's charmed to bland with the wand's color, so that you'd never see it unless you knew it was there. Fourth is the secret password...Milky Way, this week...and you've got to say it to a certain crack, or else you'll open a door right into our prison cell in the basement. Next is the trick step, though I'll admit I didn't so that one on purpose. Then comes Fawkes. She's my favorite. You have to rap three times on the right side of her painting, then three handles slide out of the bottom. You'd think that you have to grab a certain handle, but really you push on the top. Fawkes will then fly out, and if you say the right password, she'll fly you over the bottomless pit. Wrong password, and she'll drop you into it. This week's is 'Hallo, Fawkes. It's just past burning day, isn't it?' Than, it's just the regular door. The funny thing is, if you knock on it, it'll suck you through." Through this, the girl waved her hands to animate what she was saying, and she went through a range of emotions, from disgust at the blades, wonder at Fawkes, and pure joy at her creation.
Spike was sorry he asked. "Right, then. Maybe the scoobies should get you to baddie-proof the Magic Box." He glanced to the side, where he could see most of the other Pheonix heads. Harry was staring at her all googly-eyed, Ron and Hermione with pride, Seamus with bored disinterest, as though he'd heard it all before, and Dumbledore with a look Spike couldn't place right off. He knew it well, but didn't know from where.
Dumbledore said "Perhaps we should save any lengthy questions until later, after the tour." He smiled. "Mister Malfoy? If you would be so kind..." He waved his hand in the direction of a pile of old boots in the corner. Spike raised an eyebrow. What the hell were those for?
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The group slammed to a halt in front of a metal staircase. The walls all around were white, and the stairs were grey. At the top, Spike could see a small landing, and a pair of swinging double doors. The group traipsed up, Draco in the lead, still holding his boot. At the top, he tossed it into a small, hole, that looked like a laundry shoot. Spike paused "Where did that go?"
The group shrugged, and looke to Dumbledore. He got a pondering look on his face, before answering. "You know...I really don't know." He nodded, than strode briskly through the doors. They all followed.
As for the scene before him, Spike could only think of one word. Initiative.
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That's it! I quit! Not really...just...No more writing until ff.net is all the way back up, so that I can hear what you want to hear. I have decided upon the ships, so I don't need anymore on that...I know I said I was going to introduce them, but I only managed to find a place for the fact that Harry likes Ginny. That, and I have (finally) noticed that Dumbledore, Ginny, and Spike are horribly out-of-character...well, not so much Ginny, except for the fact that she actually *has* a character...and she's not still falling all over Harry...Spiek is all wrong...and Dumbledore...he's just so...well, *Dumbledore* that I can't seem to write him well...ever. That said, please try to ignore it unless you have helpful suggestions. LOL... This chappie's useless poll:
Which do you like better?
A) Bottled Water
B) Sewage
C) Pickle Juice
Read? Review!
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In my nice spiffy free time that I had in place of reading other peoples stories, I have decided the Ships for this story...some of you will like them, some hate them, others will be completely impartial. Whatever. I will introduce them, throughout this chapter. Enjoy!!
$!@#^%$^&*()_(()*^&%$@#!@#!@
They finally got done studying the maps, passing tham all around, turning to the black haired one to get parts straight, and then finally turning to Spike, as though he was an afterthought. The old man spoke first. "Mr. Bloody..."
"Actually, I've been going by 'Spike' for the last hundred years." Spike said, rudely.
It didn't phase the old man. "Spike, I am Professor Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts, Head of The Order of The Pheonix. These are the other Head members of the Order. Please, all of you, intruoduce yourselves."
The first to stand was the brown haired girl. "I'm Hermione Granger, Intelligence."
Harry Potter. I do the map work." The black haired boy stood, as the brown haired girl sat.
Next up was the red haired boy, and Spike got the feeling that these three were inseperable. "Ron Weasley. Strategy." He said proudly.
"I'm Ginny Weasley, and I'm in charge of security. You'll have to see me later, to be outfitted."
The last two stood at the same time, and with a glare at the other, the girl spoke first. "I'm Lavender Brown, and I'm the head of Enemy Surveillence. I can find out anything, about anyone." She smiled at him, and winked, whick he found slightly disgusting. The girl had to be about 17 to his 100. Of course, Buffy was with the poof and she was only 15 to his...never mind.
"I'm Seamus Finnigan, and I do weaponry. You'll mostly be working with me, as you're probably more used to muggle weapons than magical. Since our enemies are the opposite, we try to play their weaknesses. Oh, hey! With your strength, I got this thing that I want you to try...none of us can hold it steady enough to be accurate, but maybe *you*..." Seamus was interrupted.
"But you won't spend all your time with them, rest assured." Draco stayed sitting, but everyone turned their attention to him anyway. Now Spike was sure that he liked the boy. "I'm in charge of Recruiting and Basic Training. I also have a bit of Financial Backing." The way he said it assured them all the he had a *bit* more than a bit of the backing. "You'll be with me as well, helping train the recruits. Not that there's very amny of them." He frowned deeply. This was obviously a point of worry for him...possibly because he was in charge of recruiting.
"Before we show you the grounds, do you have any questions?" It was the old man again. This was all a bit overwhelming still, and Spike said the first logical thing that came into his mind...well, somewhat logical.
"What's with all the doors and traps getting in here? It took us nearly ten minutes just to get in. What if there was an emergency?"
Ginny smiled. "That was all mine. The first was the blades and stunners...I had to do that one so the name could be easy enough to remember. All sorts of baddies came through one time, and I installed those so we wouldn't have to chase them through the maze. The second is the maze, and the walls change. Only one led by a specially charmed necklace can get through it. Next comes the magic keyhole. It looks normal enough, but it uses a simple muggle bar code reader. It reads this tiny band that's around the middle of the wand. It's charmed to bland with the wand's color, so that you'd never see it unless you knew it was there. Fourth is the secret password...Milky Way, this week...and you've got to say it to a certain crack, or else you'll open a door right into our prison cell in the basement. Next is the trick step, though I'll admit I didn't so that one on purpose. Then comes Fawkes. She's my favorite. You have to rap three times on the right side of her painting, then three handles slide out of the bottom. You'd think that you have to grab a certain handle, but really you push on the top. Fawkes will then fly out, and if you say the right password, she'll fly you over the bottomless pit. Wrong password, and she'll drop you into it. This week's is 'Hallo, Fawkes. It's just past burning day, isn't it?' Than, it's just the regular door. The funny thing is, if you knock on it, it'll suck you through." Through this, the girl waved her hands to animate what she was saying, and she went through a range of emotions, from disgust at the blades, wonder at Fawkes, and pure joy at her creation.
Spike was sorry he asked. "Right, then. Maybe the scoobies should get you to baddie-proof the Magic Box." He glanced to the side, where he could see most of the other Pheonix heads. Harry was staring at her all googly-eyed, Ron and Hermione with pride, Seamus with bored disinterest, as though he'd heard it all before, and Dumbledore with a look Spike couldn't place right off. He knew it well, but didn't know from where.
Dumbledore said "Perhaps we should save any lengthy questions until later, after the tour." He smiled. "Mister Malfoy? If you would be so kind..." He waved his hand in the direction of a pile of old boots in the corner. Spike raised an eyebrow. What the hell were those for?
$^^%&@ ten minutes later(**%$^
The group slammed to a halt in front of a metal staircase. The walls all around were white, and the stairs were grey. At the top, Spike could see a small landing, and a pair of swinging double doors. The group traipsed up, Draco in the lead, still holding his boot. At the top, he tossed it into a small, hole, that looked like a laundry shoot. Spike paused "Where did that go?"
The group shrugged, and looke to Dumbledore. He got a pondering look on his face, before answering. "You know...I really don't know." He nodded, than strode briskly through the doors. They all followed.
As for the scene before him, Spike could only think of one word. Initiative.
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That's it! I quit! Not really...just...No more writing until ff.net is all the way back up, so that I can hear what you want to hear. I have decided upon the ships, so I don't need anymore on that...I know I said I was going to introduce them, but I only managed to find a place for the fact that Harry likes Ginny. That, and I have (finally) noticed that Dumbledore, Ginny, and Spike are horribly out-of-character...well, not so much Ginny, except for the fact that she actually *has* a character...and she's not still falling all over Harry...Spiek is all wrong...and Dumbledore...he's just so...well, *Dumbledore* that I can't seem to write him well...ever. That said, please try to ignore it unless you have helpful suggestions. LOL... This chappie's useless poll:
Which do you like better?
A) Bottled Water
B) Sewage
C) Pickle Juice
Read? Review!
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