About twenty minutes later, all of the carriages arrived in Hogsmeade; all
of the students got out and walked over to where the Headmaster was
standing. Freya, Blaise and Ryma propped themselves up against a fence.
It looked like Dumbledore was about to make some long and boring speech
about 'safety', and they just didn't feel like hanging eagerly on his every
word. like that Granger girl, whose only aim in life was to be a
pretentious, annoying little brat.
'Frey' whispered Ryma
'Yes? What is it?' whispered Freya
'If we move a couple of metres to the left, we can get into The Three
Broomsticks, without having to listen to Dumbledore and McGonagall go on
about how we're all in danger of being kidnapped'.
'Ok, you tell Blaise, and I'll drag Jack'.
The four friends carefully crept away from Dumbledore, and snuck into the Three Broomsticks. About ten minutes later, various other students began to filter in, and they didn't look quite so out of place. At this point, Jack bought a bottle out of his robes. It contained a large amount of export strength Firewhisky.
'Jack, you are my personal hero' said Freya. 'I aim to please', said Jack
He then looked around to make sure that no one was watching, and poured out a generous shot into everyone's cup. After a few shots, they were becoming quite rowdy, and the teachers on the opposite side of the bar were glaring at them.
'Maybe we should leave?' suggested a rather giggling Freya. 'Why?' Asked Jack, 'Are you worried Snapey might get angry at you?' 'No, I'm in Slytherin, he won't do anything to me, he might give you detention for a month though.' 'Then you'd be jealous', said Jack with a knowing grin. Freya and Jack glared at each other for a few seconds. Blaise looked at them both and said, 'Err..I'm going to meet Draco, I'll meet you on the way back.' 'Me too, I'm meeting up with Pansy and Miles'. Said Ryma. 'Fine,' said Freya, 'What are you up to Jack?' 'I want to go up to the shrieking shack, want to come?' 'Sure.' 'So you've forgiven me?' 'I wouldn't bet on it'. Said Freya with a grin.
Ryma left to go to Honeydukes and Blaise went to meet Draco, whilst Jack and Freya began climbing the hill up towards the shrieking shack. The air was bitterly cold, and the ground was hard with frost.
'Regretting this yet m'dear?' Asked Jack in a put-on posh voice. 'Yes, I am regretting it, I'm freezing'. 'Fie m' lady! Please, if there is anything I can do to help, I am your humble servant' 'Good,' said Freya, with a crooked grin 'You can give me your coat'. 'Er.no'.
They had reached the summit; Jack started to jog towards the left side of the hut.
'Jack, where are you scampering off to?' 'I just want to see if there is a way in, you coming?' 'No, I'll stay here. I'll look after your coat if you want?'
Jack had already disappeared around the side of the house. Freya went over to the side of the hill; she could see a group of five men approaching her. She couldn't see very well, as the sun's glare was in her eyes. Even though she was still slightly drunk, she was still wary. She started calling for Jack, but one of the men spoke,
'Miss Weasley?' He asked. Freya looked at them with a confused expression. Ok, she did have red hair, but she looked nothing like Ginny Weasley. Anyway, Ginny was two years younger than her. She then came to her senses and realised that she hadn't actually replied to them. 'Er, I think.' 'Silencio' shouted one of the men.
Quickly, one of the other men pulled out his wand and muttered a spell; Freya immediately felt cords being tied around her. She then felt as though she were in a tunnel, air was ripping around her like a tornado 'I'm being apparated somewhere' she thought. A few seconds later, she crashed to the ground. She couldn't see very much, only the sky, which was dark blue and dotted with stars. She tried to make sense of this, as she had been in daylight only a few minutes ago. The only conclusion that she could come to was that they had travelled a great distance. The group of men who had taken her transfigured their clothing, so that they were wearing white robes with masks covering their faces. They then walked over to a ridge where another figure was standing. He was tall and very thin, and by the way they were acting, it seemed like he was in charge. One of the men asked him something, and he replied,
'I'll send for him now. Be patient, we will soon know where his loyalties lie.
The four friends carefully crept away from Dumbledore, and snuck into the Three Broomsticks. About ten minutes later, various other students began to filter in, and they didn't look quite so out of place. At this point, Jack bought a bottle out of his robes. It contained a large amount of export strength Firewhisky.
'Jack, you are my personal hero' said Freya. 'I aim to please', said Jack
He then looked around to make sure that no one was watching, and poured out a generous shot into everyone's cup. After a few shots, they were becoming quite rowdy, and the teachers on the opposite side of the bar were glaring at them.
'Maybe we should leave?' suggested a rather giggling Freya. 'Why?' Asked Jack, 'Are you worried Snapey might get angry at you?' 'No, I'm in Slytherin, he won't do anything to me, he might give you detention for a month though.' 'Then you'd be jealous', said Jack with a knowing grin. Freya and Jack glared at each other for a few seconds. Blaise looked at them both and said, 'Err..I'm going to meet Draco, I'll meet you on the way back.' 'Me too, I'm meeting up with Pansy and Miles'. Said Ryma. 'Fine,' said Freya, 'What are you up to Jack?' 'I want to go up to the shrieking shack, want to come?' 'Sure.' 'So you've forgiven me?' 'I wouldn't bet on it'. Said Freya with a grin.
Ryma left to go to Honeydukes and Blaise went to meet Draco, whilst Jack and Freya began climbing the hill up towards the shrieking shack. The air was bitterly cold, and the ground was hard with frost.
'Regretting this yet m'dear?' Asked Jack in a put-on posh voice. 'Yes, I am regretting it, I'm freezing'. 'Fie m' lady! Please, if there is anything I can do to help, I am your humble servant' 'Good,' said Freya, with a crooked grin 'You can give me your coat'. 'Er.no'.
They had reached the summit; Jack started to jog towards the left side of the hut.
'Jack, where are you scampering off to?' 'I just want to see if there is a way in, you coming?' 'No, I'll stay here. I'll look after your coat if you want?'
Jack had already disappeared around the side of the house. Freya went over to the side of the hill; she could see a group of five men approaching her. She couldn't see very well, as the sun's glare was in her eyes. Even though she was still slightly drunk, she was still wary. She started calling for Jack, but one of the men spoke,
'Miss Weasley?' He asked. Freya looked at them with a confused expression. Ok, she did have red hair, but she looked nothing like Ginny Weasley. Anyway, Ginny was two years younger than her. She then came to her senses and realised that she hadn't actually replied to them. 'Er, I think.' 'Silencio' shouted one of the men.
Quickly, one of the other men pulled out his wand and muttered a spell; Freya immediately felt cords being tied around her. She then felt as though she were in a tunnel, air was ripping around her like a tornado 'I'm being apparated somewhere' she thought. A few seconds later, she crashed to the ground. She couldn't see very much, only the sky, which was dark blue and dotted with stars. She tried to make sense of this, as she had been in daylight only a few minutes ago. The only conclusion that she could come to was that they had travelled a great distance. The group of men who had taken her transfigured their clothing, so that they were wearing white robes with masks covering their faces. They then walked over to a ridge where another figure was standing. He was tall and very thin, and by the way they were acting, it seemed like he was in charge. One of the men asked him something, and he replied,
'I'll send for him now. Be patient, we will soon know where his loyalties lie.
