Disclaimer: I still don't own it. Well, one character is sort of mine... but you'll figure that out as you go.
Before me lay a huge room that glowed red. There was a gigantic mahogany desk there. One hundred drawers. I pulled the ring of keys from my pocket. "Thank you, Neville." I whispered. I approached the desk carefully. I did not sit down in the massive chair before it, not that I didn't think about it. One hundred keys, one hundred locks, no indication which key went to which lock. I would be there for awhile.
Needless to say, the first key I tried in the first lock did not work. Imagine that. I continued to try keys... for say, 5 more minutes before I found the key for that drawer. Opened it, and o wow, the paper wasn't in there. I did, however, find the blueprints to Malfoy Manor... that would be useful. I took a bit of muggle tape out from the pocket of my robe and marked the key as '1'. Next drawer... 13 keys later, that drawer popped open. Four candy canes. Mmm... a bit suspicious, but ok. I left them there and marked the key. I moved to the next drawer. Another 54 keys later, that drawer also popped open. An infinite number of ink bottles, in all colours. I marked the key and moved on. I sighed. Next drawer... God knows how many keys later, that drawer relinquished its contents... A box of gumdrops.
This went on for... say 10 drawers. I was beginning to wish my hardest for a portable CD player and a CD recording of Artemis Fowl.
From these 10 drawers, I pocketed one odd looking object, probably a tracker by my best guess, an array of dragon scales, and a moonbeam. The rest of the stuff was just junk. Apparently Malfoy and his cohorts had quite the sweet tooth. Or maybe they just couldn't think of anything else to put in the ONE HUNDRED drawers in the ONE HUNDRED drawer desk they ordered.
The next ten drawers took longer. They were filled with papers, each of which I had to examine carefully in case of hidden messages or plans. Most of the papers were just spells ripped out of books. One looked particularly interesting, written in what looked to be Briton, that darn province in the north of France. Curious, I stuffed it into my pocket.
To my surprise, on the 25th (maybe 26th??) drawer, I opened it (it's key being the second to last on my ring) to find a small animal that began cursing at me. I shut the drawer. That had thrown me, to say the least. I opened the drawer a crack and peered in. A leprechaun??? The miniature man continued cursing at me. I waited, assuming that he would run out of curses, but to my surprise, he continued, I assumed in several different languages. I decided to interrupt, "Pardon me, sir," I said. The man stopped and looked up at me.
"I'm listenin'" He scowled out in an Irish drawl.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"I should be askin' ye that, trespasser!"
"And so you should, be asking, that is, but since I asked you first, I find it only fait that you answer first." I stated.
"Fair? Fair! Ye know nothing about fair! Fair ain't being stuck in a box, now is it, lassie? No! It ain't! I've got a lot to tell ye about fair!" And the small man began to curse again.
"I can help you out." I said.
"Oh yeah, and how ye gonna do that? There's a dragon, ye know that?"
"I know that. I had to get here somehow." I said.
"And how ye plannin' on gettin' back out, aye missy?"
"I don't intend to get eaten by the dragon, if that's what you're asking." I told him.
"Oh ye don't, aye? Well how do ye plan on get me out of 'ere?" He asked.
I nearly suggested he ride in my pocket, but my knowledge of leprechauns led me to believe he'd rather stay in the drawer than suffer such indignantly. "You can ride my shoulder?"
"Thru dragon flame? I pass on that, thank ye lassie."
"We're not going to have to worry about dragon flame, trust me."
"I don't even know ye!"
"Alright, you don't trust me, that's fine. But I'm going to close this drawer. I'll let you think on it and I'll come back to you." Before he could say anything back, I pushed the drawer shut. Only another 75 or more to open. What joy. Wish I had some rum to help me last.
As I opened the next few drawers, I wondered who might come looking for Mr. Malfoy, only to find blood on the carpet and Draco in a death-filled sleep. I wondered how long I had been there, and why, of all things, Malfoy kept sweets in his desk. Twelve different coloured candy canes and 14 gumdrops later, I had a thought: Maybe I should take one of each back with me to old HQ for examination. Malfoy did not seem like the type with a sweet tooth to me, more like a death tooth.
The number of keys on my chain was beginning to dwindle. I only had about thirty-six left. I was also several dozen sweets, three odd looking objects, dragon scales, 4 moonbeams, an invisibility cloak and a spyglass richer. It didn't really matter when I found that darn piece of parchment, just as long as I found it. I would have to open all those drawers anyway. I was on the 87th drawer when I came across a virtual goldmine. Hundred, maybe thousands, of miniature gold coins, all in this one drawer. What to do? Pocket it? Leave it? It would be impossible to take all of them... so I took a small sample, as I had from the other drawers.
Finally, a candy shop later, I came to the last drawer. The last key. I tried the lock. It would not twist. The key didn't even fit. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run around and throw someone out a window. Why didn't it fit??? WHY???
Before me lay a huge room that glowed red. There was a gigantic mahogany desk there. One hundred drawers. I pulled the ring of keys from my pocket. "Thank you, Neville." I whispered. I approached the desk carefully. I did not sit down in the massive chair before it, not that I didn't think about it. One hundred keys, one hundred locks, no indication which key went to which lock. I would be there for awhile.
Needless to say, the first key I tried in the first lock did not work. Imagine that. I continued to try keys... for say, 5 more minutes before I found the key for that drawer. Opened it, and o wow, the paper wasn't in there. I did, however, find the blueprints to Malfoy Manor... that would be useful. I took a bit of muggle tape out from the pocket of my robe and marked the key as '1'. Next drawer... 13 keys later, that drawer popped open. Four candy canes. Mmm... a bit suspicious, but ok. I left them there and marked the key. I moved to the next drawer. Another 54 keys later, that drawer also popped open. An infinite number of ink bottles, in all colours. I marked the key and moved on. I sighed. Next drawer... God knows how many keys later, that drawer relinquished its contents... A box of gumdrops.
This went on for... say 10 drawers. I was beginning to wish my hardest for a portable CD player and a CD recording of Artemis Fowl.
From these 10 drawers, I pocketed one odd looking object, probably a tracker by my best guess, an array of dragon scales, and a moonbeam. The rest of the stuff was just junk. Apparently Malfoy and his cohorts had quite the sweet tooth. Or maybe they just couldn't think of anything else to put in the ONE HUNDRED drawers in the ONE HUNDRED drawer desk they ordered.
The next ten drawers took longer. They were filled with papers, each of which I had to examine carefully in case of hidden messages or plans. Most of the papers were just spells ripped out of books. One looked particularly interesting, written in what looked to be Briton, that darn province in the north of France. Curious, I stuffed it into my pocket.
To my surprise, on the 25th (maybe 26th??) drawer, I opened it (it's key being the second to last on my ring) to find a small animal that began cursing at me. I shut the drawer. That had thrown me, to say the least. I opened the drawer a crack and peered in. A leprechaun??? The miniature man continued cursing at me. I waited, assuming that he would run out of curses, but to my surprise, he continued, I assumed in several different languages. I decided to interrupt, "Pardon me, sir," I said. The man stopped and looked up at me.
"I'm listenin'" He scowled out in an Irish drawl.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"I should be askin' ye that, trespasser!"
"And so you should, be asking, that is, but since I asked you first, I find it only fait that you answer first." I stated.
"Fair? Fair! Ye know nothing about fair! Fair ain't being stuck in a box, now is it, lassie? No! It ain't! I've got a lot to tell ye about fair!" And the small man began to curse again.
"I can help you out." I said.
"Oh yeah, and how ye gonna do that? There's a dragon, ye know that?"
"I know that. I had to get here somehow." I said.
"And how ye plannin' on gettin' back out, aye missy?"
"I don't intend to get eaten by the dragon, if that's what you're asking." I told him.
"Oh ye don't, aye? Well how do ye plan on get me out of 'ere?" He asked.
I nearly suggested he ride in my pocket, but my knowledge of leprechauns led me to believe he'd rather stay in the drawer than suffer such indignantly. "You can ride my shoulder?"
"Thru dragon flame? I pass on that, thank ye lassie."
"We're not going to have to worry about dragon flame, trust me."
"I don't even know ye!"
"Alright, you don't trust me, that's fine. But I'm going to close this drawer. I'll let you think on it and I'll come back to you." Before he could say anything back, I pushed the drawer shut. Only another 75 or more to open. What joy. Wish I had some rum to help me last.
As I opened the next few drawers, I wondered who might come looking for Mr. Malfoy, only to find blood on the carpet and Draco in a death-filled sleep. I wondered how long I had been there, and why, of all things, Malfoy kept sweets in his desk. Twelve different coloured candy canes and 14 gumdrops later, I had a thought: Maybe I should take one of each back with me to old HQ for examination. Malfoy did not seem like the type with a sweet tooth to me, more like a death tooth.
The number of keys on my chain was beginning to dwindle. I only had about thirty-six left. I was also several dozen sweets, three odd looking objects, dragon scales, 4 moonbeams, an invisibility cloak and a spyglass richer. It didn't really matter when I found that darn piece of parchment, just as long as I found it. I would have to open all those drawers anyway. I was on the 87th drawer when I came across a virtual goldmine. Hundred, maybe thousands, of miniature gold coins, all in this one drawer. What to do? Pocket it? Leave it? It would be impossible to take all of them... so I took a small sample, as I had from the other drawers.
Finally, a candy shop later, I came to the last drawer. The last key. I tried the lock. It would not twist. The key didn't even fit. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run around and throw someone out a window. Why didn't it fit??? WHY???