Title: "Mysral Order"
Chapter Four: Scolding Scrubs
Author: Cryla Moorin
Line: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter and Ginny, Draco and Arachnia, Fox and Dragon
Bast and Ry stared at the messy hall that lay, mayhap innocently enough, but loomed malevolently as a testament to the enormity of their punishment. Broken bottles, rotting and pungent herbs, spilled potions, layers of caked on grime, blood splattered on the walls and floors and even the cieling, unable to assimilate anymore of the monstrosity, looking towards each other, they yelled in unison, "Oh, the Horror!"
Dragon smirked. "Get a bucket, Bast. Ry, the scrubs are under the table. Get scrubbing!" With that he walked out, leaving the new Gryphindors to thier fated task.
"Come on, Ry. We better get started."
"Ok." Grabbing thier brushes, she returned, handing her brother one.
They decided to tackle the walls, first. Beginning to accomplish this, Bast applied the water and soap, before picking up both of his brushes, helping Ry scrub. They continued like this for over an hour, before Ry murmured, "Wax on; Wax off."
Bast snorted. "True, it is just like that. Ry, what possessed you to do that at dinner?"
"I was trying to show Harry a hidden part of himself."
"Meaning you were matchmaking, again. So, the dagger?"
"Was only an illusion. Had it been the real one..." Sha trailed off, shrugging.
"He would have been dead. Since, it embedded itself into his heart."
She looked at him, sheepishly. "Rac, brought the illusion to her, in order to clear his mind and told me not to meedle in the affairs of the Weasley Cannon."
"The infamous Weasley temper, yeah, I would warn you about that, too. She is rumored to even scare Dad on occasion." His tone was conspiratal.
"Only Mom can frighten Dad." Disbelieve evident in her tone. "Wanna bet? 5 galleons to the winner: Ginny is the afore mentioned, by Mom and Dad, Weasley Cannon."
"You're on. Prepare to lose." They were grinning from ear to ear, as they began scrubbing with renewed vigor.
Chapter Four: Scolding Scrubs
Author: Cryla Moorin
Line: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter and Ginny, Draco and Arachnia, Fox and Dragon
Bast and Ry stared at the messy hall that lay, mayhap innocently enough, but loomed malevolently as a testament to the enormity of their punishment. Broken bottles, rotting and pungent herbs, spilled potions, layers of caked on grime, blood splattered on the walls and floors and even the cieling, unable to assimilate anymore of the monstrosity, looking towards each other, they yelled in unison, "Oh, the Horror!"
Dragon smirked. "Get a bucket, Bast. Ry, the scrubs are under the table. Get scrubbing!" With that he walked out, leaving the new Gryphindors to thier fated task.
"Come on, Ry. We better get started."
"Ok." Grabbing thier brushes, she returned, handing her brother one.
They decided to tackle the walls, first. Beginning to accomplish this, Bast applied the water and soap, before picking up both of his brushes, helping Ry scrub. They continued like this for over an hour, before Ry murmured, "Wax on; Wax off."
Bast snorted. "True, it is just like that. Ry, what possessed you to do that at dinner?"
"I was trying to show Harry a hidden part of himself."
"Meaning you were matchmaking, again. So, the dagger?"
"Was only an illusion. Had it been the real one..." Sha trailed off, shrugging.
"He would have been dead. Since, it embedded itself into his heart."
She looked at him, sheepishly. "Rac, brought the illusion to her, in order to clear his mind and told me not to meedle in the affairs of the Weasley Cannon."
"The infamous Weasley temper, yeah, I would warn you about that, too. She is rumored to even scare Dad on occasion." His tone was conspiratal.
"Only Mom can frighten Dad." Disbelieve evident in her tone. "Wanna bet? 5 galleons to the winner: Ginny is the afore mentioned, by Mom and Dad, Weasley Cannon."
"You're on. Prepare to lose." They were grinning from ear to ear, as they began scrubbing with renewed vigor.