Xenith
" 'Any path that narrows future possibilities may become a lethal trap. Humans do not thread their way through a maze; they scan a vast horizon filled with unique opportunities.' " ~~~DUNE~~~
Chapter Five
"Fred! George! What are you two doing here?" Mr. Weasley exclaimed as he entered his office, a large pile of parchment in his arms; surprised at finding his two sons sprawled on the ground. Chris was still standing, having used Portkeys often enough to not fall on the landing.
"Hallo Arthur." She said opening a cage that Mr. Weasley already had in his office.
"Chris! Today's the twenty-ninth?" he asked. "Oh, I've lost track of the days." He rubbed his temples, slumping into his desk chair.
"You've met before?" Fred asked.
"The Jameson's have been working with the Ministry for ages. They've just perfected their breeding program a few years ago . . . but I suppose you two already knew that."
"Basically."
"So, where's the dragon?" Mr. Weasley asked, rubbing his palms together as Chris fixed the card onto the cage door.
"He's in there."
"What? There's nothing there."
"He's a chameleon dragon. I told you that Arthur."
"Oh, yes I forgot."
"When it's asleep it turns pink!" George piped up.
"It doesn't turn pink." Chris said superiorly. "It gets a pink _tinge_."
"Oh." George said, but he was almost immediately distracted by a sharp chirping coming from the cage. Chris made the same sort of chirping noise back at the cage as she dug around into her magically expanded trouser pockets.
"Are you talking to him?" Fred asked as she pulled out a pair of dark goggles and set them on top of one of the piles on Arthur's desk.
"Yeah---er---we've breed an understandable language into hybrids and some of the pure breeds. It's incredible, really, the things that they talk about. Completely worth learning."
"What'd it say?"
"He thinks your office smells odd." She answered, an impish smile playing across her face. "We've got to go." She said looking at her watch. "Nice to see you again Arthur."
"I suppose we'll be seeing a lot of each other though. Molly's told me you've moved in next door."
She nodded, taking Fred's hand, Fred hanging onto George, and then grabbed the pitcher.
They were gone in an instant.
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" 'Any path that narrows future possibilities may become a lethal trap. Humans do not thread their way through a maze; they scan a vast horizon filled with unique opportunities.' " ~~~DUNE~~~
Chapter Five
"Fred! George! What are you two doing here?" Mr. Weasley exclaimed as he entered his office, a large pile of parchment in his arms; surprised at finding his two sons sprawled on the ground. Chris was still standing, having used Portkeys often enough to not fall on the landing.
"Hallo Arthur." She said opening a cage that Mr. Weasley already had in his office.
"Chris! Today's the twenty-ninth?" he asked. "Oh, I've lost track of the days." He rubbed his temples, slumping into his desk chair.
"You've met before?" Fred asked.
"The Jameson's have been working with the Ministry for ages. They've just perfected their breeding program a few years ago . . . but I suppose you two already knew that."
"Basically."
"So, where's the dragon?" Mr. Weasley asked, rubbing his palms together as Chris fixed the card onto the cage door.
"He's in there."
"What? There's nothing there."
"He's a chameleon dragon. I told you that Arthur."
"Oh, yes I forgot."
"When it's asleep it turns pink!" George piped up.
"It doesn't turn pink." Chris said superiorly. "It gets a pink _tinge_."
"Oh." George said, but he was almost immediately distracted by a sharp chirping coming from the cage. Chris made the same sort of chirping noise back at the cage as she dug around into her magically expanded trouser pockets.
"Are you talking to him?" Fred asked as she pulled out a pair of dark goggles and set them on top of one of the piles on Arthur's desk.
"Yeah---er---we've breed an understandable language into hybrids and some of the pure breeds. It's incredible, really, the things that they talk about. Completely worth learning."
"What'd it say?"
"He thinks your office smells odd." She answered, an impish smile playing across her face. "We've got to go." She said looking at her watch. "Nice to see you again Arthur."
"I suppose we'll be seeing a lot of each other though. Molly's told me you've moved in next door."
She nodded, taking Fred's hand, Fred hanging onto George, and then grabbed the pitcher.
They were gone in an instant.
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¸..· ´¨¨)) -:¦:-
¸.·´ ·´¨¨))
((¸¸.·´ ..·´ -:¦:- tbc -:¦:-
-:¦:- ((¸¸.·´*