Yay! An update!!! Okay, I promise I will have the ships starting in this chapter, and you may not like them. There WILL BE SLASH. That means BOY ON BOY RELATIONSHIPS. If this disgusts you, or is against your beliefs, or you are incredibly immature, TURN BACK NOW! That said, on with the show! (This is it!)
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"This first part is mosly used for studies. I train a few of the recruits here, the ones that will be running the tests later on, and the others are only shown this room twice. Once in the initial tour, and then once again when they have to take the tests. The tests themselves range from human reaction to new healing spells, endurance, and IQ. If there is something that we need to know, one of these rooms has a test for it." Draco recited, as if he had done this many times before.
He walked down a flight of metal steps, and the group followed. He stopped right in the middle of a circle of computers, and such, all facing the inside. There were seven people there, each working two machines. The looked up when the group entered, but got right back to work. "This is the nerve center of the scientific part of out little operation. Since the Ministry finally admitted to He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, we have a lot more funding than we did, and the Order, though still quite secret and exclusive, has combined forces with them. Basically, they give us all the money and man-power, and we run the show. The best part is, no one outside of the heads of the departments knows who the other centric members are. Therefore, it can't be traced back. The tracer would just end up going in circles. Lavender has seen to that." The girl in question smiled widely, and raised her eyebrows at him, flirtatiously. Spike averted his attention back to Draco, who was now walking on.
He walked into a small room, and once everyone was inside, he pulled the door shut. As soon as it was latched, Spike felt the floor lurch, then it felt as if everything was moving by very quickly. When it lurched to a stop, Draco swung the door open. Spike didn't know what he expected to see, but Army-style barracks was not one of them. The room was grey, with a grey floor and ceiling as well as the walls. The metal bunk were black, with olive green bedclothes. In between each bunk, there were two tall wooden cabinets. Underneath each bunk, there were two footlockers. That was the only thing in the room that stood out. Each foot locker was a variety of colors. Most were Red, Blue, and Yellow, but there were also Purple, Green, Orange, and one or two Pink ones. Spike had to ask about that.
"The trunks are used to divide the new recruits into groups. We want them all to get used to working with people they don't know, but have to trust, so we made sure that we split up the Slytherins, Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, Beuxbatons, the few Durmstrang, Mount Queso, and the West Arithmanaden. Each different group has a different color. And besides that, most new recruits use their own school trunks, as well, it really doesn't matter." Spike nodded, still feeling lost. All he wanted to do was get in there, kill some old sot, and get his Buffy back. His simple plan was getting very, very, complicated.
"Now, you won't be in here with the others, so you don't really need a tour of this area. Out that a way is the locker rooms, and the pool room. This door here is to the mess hall, and that one over there is out to the grounds. I don't suppose you'll use that one much, will you. Now, we'll go to your quarters. Then, since it's on the way to our mess hall, well hit the stockrooms, and armaments." He turned, and went back into the funny little moving room. This time it didn't seem to take as long, and there was a much gentler stop. The door opened to show a long hallway, with brown carpet, paneled walls, and several heavy, dark, mahogany doors.
Draco walked to one, and simply turned the knob. It swung open easily, and he stepped in. Spike followed, but the others stayed in the hall. The inside was the perfect room. It appealed to all of Spike's senses. It was dark, and dank, without the mustiness of a crypt. It even smelled of vanilla, Buffy's signature scent. But the biggest plus were the thick, heavy, black drapes over the windows. The windows themselves were very tall, and wide, and Spike reckoned that he would have one hell of a view, come nightfall.
"Once you're outfitted with all the Order gear, all you'll have to do is turn the knob to get in. Anyone without the requisite gear will be burned very badly." Spike saw Draco smirk at the mental imagery this brought around. Once Spike had looked around for a few minutes, Draco led him back out. He said "This is my room, and next to it is Ron. On the other side of it, the Great Harry Potter. Across the hall from there, Granger, then Ginny Weasel. Lavender, Seamus, then Professor Dumbledore." The last door on this side is the go-levator. You just get in, shut the door, and say where you want to go. Last door on the other side is, well, just don't go in there. Not a very nice place." Draco's eyes darted to said door, and Spike could sense the tension level rise. As for the others, they had gone varying degrees of pale, and some were shifting rather uncomfortably.
"What is it, then. Go on."
Ginny spoke up, when everyone else busied themselves, and Draaco stared pointedly at her. "It's kind of a security system. I suppose you wouldn't think so, but I find it rather brutal, myself. I had to, though, or else I wouldn't have put it here." She didn't seem to want to say it. "Okay, say someone had actually found there way up here. A dark wizard, or something of the like. Some one need simply to open that door, then get the bloody hell out of there, and the problem would be solved."
"So...what *is* in there?"
"Oh, umm...there are a few hippogriffs, a small, but impressive acromantula, a mountain troll, two Fyarl demons, a mess of Cornish pixies, and um...fourrabidvampires."
"Four what?"
"Rabidvampires." Ginny said in a small voice. But Spike heard it. And honestly didn't care.
"Right then. You said something about food." He looked back to Draco.
"Oh, yes. Right after the stockrooms and armaments." Those were pretty self explanatory, though Seamus did have a bit of fun explaining to Spike all about the bazooka. He recognized it as the weapon Buffy blew up Dru's Judge with, way back when. Of course, none of them knew that he was there to see it. He was supposed to have been at home, in his wheelchair. After that, he saw the stockrooms, then finally, the nicer mess hall for them. It resembled the old high school's library. It had shelves of books all along one wall, and there were only four tables. You actually got the food from a line at the left of the door. If he remembered correctly, that was pretty much the basic layou of the library. Another plus, there were no windows at all.
As they all ate, Spike mostly listened to the other conversation. At first it was just chatter about when they first came here, and other bits like that, but soon enough they broke into little sections. Spike noted that the Weasley girl was always with Seamus, and Hermione was always with both Ron and Harry, but always stood closer to Harry. Draco, on the other hand, ostracized himself from most everyone but the Weasley boy. At the moment, those two were at the far end of the table, sitting next to each other, talking in low tones. Spike listened to a bit, but cut himself off as the talk turned dirtier. He liked them both all right, even if Ron reminded him of the whelp, and didn't really want to hear this. Hermione was talking to Harry, but it was more lightly flirtatious than openly dirty. Ginny and Seamus kept touching each other's arm or leg, and holding hands under the table. He knew that, because he was sitting next to Seamus. Dumbledore was sitting at the head of the table, on Spike's other side. Lavender was all the way on the other side of Ginny, and Spike liked it just fine that way. After that, he devoted himself to his chicken wings and blood, cow's, and tried not to vamp out as the first blood he'd had in several days passed his lips.
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There ya go! Shipps! I don't think I introduced them particularly well, and I don't really like the idea of Harry/Hermione, but hey! It worked. Flame if you must, but just remember...Umm...yeah. I forgot what I was going to have you remember, so just forget about it. Here's your useless poll.
Which one of the following quotes do you like better?
A) There's always a light at the end of the tunnel. Of course, it's usually an oncoming train that's going to squash you flat.
B) You can get more with a kind word and a two-by-four, than with just a kind word.
C) If life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Then throw it in the face of the person who gave you the lemons until they give you the oranges you originally asked for.
D) Give, and you might receive. Take, and be sure of receiving.
So...Yeah..........Read? Review!
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"This first part is mosly used for studies. I train a few of the recruits here, the ones that will be running the tests later on, and the others are only shown this room twice. Once in the initial tour, and then once again when they have to take the tests. The tests themselves range from human reaction to new healing spells, endurance, and IQ. If there is something that we need to know, one of these rooms has a test for it." Draco recited, as if he had done this many times before.
He walked down a flight of metal steps, and the group followed. He stopped right in the middle of a circle of computers, and such, all facing the inside. There were seven people there, each working two machines. The looked up when the group entered, but got right back to work. "This is the nerve center of the scientific part of out little operation. Since the Ministry finally admitted to He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, we have a lot more funding than we did, and the Order, though still quite secret and exclusive, has combined forces with them. Basically, they give us all the money and man-power, and we run the show. The best part is, no one outside of the heads of the departments knows who the other centric members are. Therefore, it can't be traced back. The tracer would just end up going in circles. Lavender has seen to that." The girl in question smiled widely, and raised her eyebrows at him, flirtatiously. Spike averted his attention back to Draco, who was now walking on.
He walked into a small room, and once everyone was inside, he pulled the door shut. As soon as it was latched, Spike felt the floor lurch, then it felt as if everything was moving by very quickly. When it lurched to a stop, Draco swung the door open. Spike didn't know what he expected to see, but Army-style barracks was not one of them. The room was grey, with a grey floor and ceiling as well as the walls. The metal bunk were black, with olive green bedclothes. In between each bunk, there were two tall wooden cabinets. Underneath each bunk, there were two footlockers. That was the only thing in the room that stood out. Each foot locker was a variety of colors. Most were Red, Blue, and Yellow, but there were also Purple, Green, Orange, and one or two Pink ones. Spike had to ask about that.
"The trunks are used to divide the new recruits into groups. We want them all to get used to working with people they don't know, but have to trust, so we made sure that we split up the Slytherins, Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, Beuxbatons, the few Durmstrang, Mount Queso, and the West Arithmanaden. Each different group has a different color. And besides that, most new recruits use their own school trunks, as well, it really doesn't matter." Spike nodded, still feeling lost. All he wanted to do was get in there, kill some old sot, and get his Buffy back. His simple plan was getting very, very, complicated.
"Now, you won't be in here with the others, so you don't really need a tour of this area. Out that a way is the locker rooms, and the pool room. This door here is to the mess hall, and that one over there is out to the grounds. I don't suppose you'll use that one much, will you. Now, we'll go to your quarters. Then, since it's on the way to our mess hall, well hit the stockrooms, and armaments." He turned, and went back into the funny little moving room. This time it didn't seem to take as long, and there was a much gentler stop. The door opened to show a long hallway, with brown carpet, paneled walls, and several heavy, dark, mahogany doors.
Draco walked to one, and simply turned the knob. It swung open easily, and he stepped in. Spike followed, but the others stayed in the hall. The inside was the perfect room. It appealed to all of Spike's senses. It was dark, and dank, without the mustiness of a crypt. It even smelled of vanilla, Buffy's signature scent. But the biggest plus were the thick, heavy, black drapes over the windows. The windows themselves were very tall, and wide, and Spike reckoned that he would have one hell of a view, come nightfall.
"Once you're outfitted with all the Order gear, all you'll have to do is turn the knob to get in. Anyone without the requisite gear will be burned very badly." Spike saw Draco smirk at the mental imagery this brought around. Once Spike had looked around for a few minutes, Draco led him back out. He said "This is my room, and next to it is Ron. On the other side of it, the Great Harry Potter. Across the hall from there, Granger, then Ginny Weasel. Lavender, Seamus, then Professor Dumbledore." The last door on this side is the go-levator. You just get in, shut the door, and say where you want to go. Last door on the other side is, well, just don't go in there. Not a very nice place." Draco's eyes darted to said door, and Spike could sense the tension level rise. As for the others, they had gone varying degrees of pale, and some were shifting rather uncomfortably.
"What is it, then. Go on."
Ginny spoke up, when everyone else busied themselves, and Draaco stared pointedly at her. "It's kind of a security system. I suppose you wouldn't think so, but I find it rather brutal, myself. I had to, though, or else I wouldn't have put it here." She didn't seem to want to say it. "Okay, say someone had actually found there way up here. A dark wizard, or something of the like. Some one need simply to open that door, then get the bloody hell out of there, and the problem would be solved."
"So...what *is* in there?"
"Oh, umm...there are a few hippogriffs, a small, but impressive acromantula, a mountain troll, two Fyarl demons, a mess of Cornish pixies, and um...fourrabidvampires."
"Four what?"
"Rabidvampires." Ginny said in a small voice. But Spike heard it. And honestly didn't care.
"Right then. You said something about food." He looked back to Draco.
"Oh, yes. Right after the stockrooms and armaments." Those were pretty self explanatory, though Seamus did have a bit of fun explaining to Spike all about the bazooka. He recognized it as the weapon Buffy blew up Dru's Judge with, way back when. Of course, none of them knew that he was there to see it. He was supposed to have been at home, in his wheelchair. After that, he saw the stockrooms, then finally, the nicer mess hall for them. It resembled the old high school's library. It had shelves of books all along one wall, and there were only four tables. You actually got the food from a line at the left of the door. If he remembered correctly, that was pretty much the basic layou of the library. Another plus, there were no windows at all.
As they all ate, Spike mostly listened to the other conversation. At first it was just chatter about when they first came here, and other bits like that, but soon enough they broke into little sections. Spike noted that the Weasley girl was always with Seamus, and Hermione was always with both Ron and Harry, but always stood closer to Harry. Draco, on the other hand, ostracized himself from most everyone but the Weasley boy. At the moment, those two were at the far end of the table, sitting next to each other, talking in low tones. Spike listened to a bit, but cut himself off as the talk turned dirtier. He liked them both all right, even if Ron reminded him of the whelp, and didn't really want to hear this. Hermione was talking to Harry, but it was more lightly flirtatious than openly dirty. Ginny and Seamus kept touching each other's arm or leg, and holding hands under the table. He knew that, because he was sitting next to Seamus. Dumbledore was sitting at the head of the table, on Spike's other side. Lavender was all the way on the other side of Ginny, and Spike liked it just fine that way. After that, he devoted himself to his chicken wings and blood, cow's, and tried not to vamp out as the first blood he'd had in several days passed his lips.
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There ya go! Shipps! I don't think I introduced them particularly well, and I don't really like the idea of Harry/Hermione, but hey! It worked. Flame if you must, but just remember...Umm...yeah. I forgot what I was going to have you remember, so just forget about it. Here's your useless poll.
Which one of the following quotes do you like better?
A) There's always a light at the end of the tunnel. Of course, it's usually an oncoming train that's going to squash you flat.
B) You can get more with a kind word and a two-by-four, than with just a kind word.
C) If life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Then throw it in the face of the person who gave you the lemons until they give you the oranges you originally asked for.
D) Give, and you might receive. Take, and be sure of receiving.
So...Yeah..........Read? Review!
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