A/N: *PAR comes out and sits down*
So, wondering where I've been?
Why I haven't posted in two weeks?
What I've been up to?
Well, I'll tell you. I am very happy to report that after two weekends of work, my little corner of the world (where I live) is a little bit cleaner than it use to be. I'm very pleased with myself.
*Hand goes up in the back*
Yes?
*Reader stands up* Sooooooooo, what you're telling us is that you haven't posted in two weeks........., because you were cleaning your house?
Yeah. That's pretty much it.
*PAR gets dragged out back and is promptly slapped around with a lot of wet noodles*
Seriously, I'll tell you straight up, folks, this is not the best thing I have ever written. But I will defend it by saying this was without a doubt the hardest chapter for me to write. And once you read it, decipher it, then play it backwards on your old record player, I think you'll understand why.
Trying to get the point across in this chapter was a BUGGER! I could have worked on this thing another year and not gotten it down to what I wanted. But hopefully, it's understandable. If not, I'll be glad to write a summary for you.
Also, folks, I didn't have a lot of time to spell check this, so bear with me on this.
And as always,
Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Folks, let's face it. Call it for what it is. Plagiarism. Plain and simple. But it's a fun, naughty little plagiarism which hurts no one and many enjoy. And for that reason, and not money, do I put in seemingly endless hours for your entertainment. All I ask in return is a small alter, a few candles...the usual.
Chapter Thirty: It's Really All A Bit Confusing
From the castle, Katlin hurried as quickly as she could back to the Black estate. There was only one person she felt could handle her old lover if things got messy. But how to get him to agree to meet with her in private was the problem.
Katlin carefully worked the problem over in her mind as she made her way back to the house. By the time she arrived she felt she had a fairly well laid out plan ready.
Easily vaulting the fence, she quickly altered her appearance from anything even close to the one she currently wore, and began making her way through the woods around the house. She didn't even try to be clandestine about it. Orion had too many traps set up that worked at catching those who were trying to sneak towards the house. The way to avoid them, she had learned, was to move past them like you knew they were there, but just didn't care.
That got her past the more static of his traps.
But it was the more versatile one that she would have trouble with.
The one she feared the most.
And the one she had come to meet.
As soon as she had past the last of the traps she knew of, she heard a noise off to her side from a denser part of the woods. An old fear seized her. One she had never been able to control. Even though she knew what was coming, and had a plan to deal with it, she still couldn't seem to quell the fear that rose up as a second sound grabbed her attention.
Soon the noises were coming from all around her. She was surrounded. She could tell by how the sounds moved. But she kept moving towards the house.
Present a threat. That was the only way to get her target to show itself.
Within a few minutes, she saw the first of them, coming from out of the cover of the trees. A tall figure in black robes. She didn't have long to study him as a second, third, and fourth soon joined him.
Katlin quickly reverted back to her more familiar appearance. But the figures approaching her seemed to care very little for her sudden change as they continued to approach her, wands drawn and pointed at her.
"Bo!" Katlin cried out, raising her head and shouting at the sky. "Stop this. I'm Katlin. You know me. I mean no harm. Stop this now!"
Katlin seized hold of her fear as best she could., trying to force it down and stay focused on the task at hand.
'Don't attack.' was what Orion had always told her. To Bo, this was only a game. He wouldn't really hurt her. He just wanted to scare her.
Good job.
Katlin fell back against a tree as the four figures continued to advance on her. Her fear was rising up again. If she didn't stop this soon, she wasn't sure what might happened. Instinct, likely, would take over for her, and she would attack. The one thing Orion said would put Bo into 'full defense mode' as he called it. Like the other traps, if you didn't act guilty, most of the spells protecting his house were benign to you. But if you fought back or attack them, that was when the trouble started and he was alerted to the problem. And the last thing Katlin wanted was to have Orion alerted to someone being on the grounds. Let Bo tell him later. She didn't care then. Soon she wouldn't care about anything involving that man anymore.
But this she had to do. She needed her ally.
"Bo! Stop!" Katlin cried out again. "I'm Katlin. I mean you no harm."
The figures continued to advance, wands drawn.
Katlin closed her eyes. Don't look and it wasn't as frightening.
But still, she knew they were there. Real enough to her. She felt her knees give way under her as she sank against the tree. Her hand involuntarily went for her wand. The fear was winning. She had to put a stop to this. And she had to do it now.
Summoning up every last ounce of her courage left, Katlin pulled herself sharply back to her feet and confronted the figure directly before her with a pointed finger.
"Bo, stop this now!" She demanded in a surprisingly unwavering voice. "I haven't time for your games. I need to talk to you."
The figure before her looked stunned for a moment. The abruptly, it vanished, taking its cohorts with it.
Left in the aftermath of the vanishing figures, stood the familiar mass of black robes. Katlin managed to dispel her growing fear and force a small smile by imaging what the boggart might look like if he would allow her to dress him in something less frightening. Like blue robes, for a change.
"Now, that's better." Katlin said through her smile. "You were being very naughty continuing your game as long as you did. You knew who I was. You just wanted to play."
Orion had given her a crash course a few weeks prior on how to deal with his enigmatic boggart. And dealing with Bo was all in how you talked to him, Orion had explained. Treat him like you would a small child. Reprimand him gently, praise him loudly. That was what worked best. And over the past few weeks, Katlin had, in fact, spent a good deal of time with Bo, learning how to communicate with him. She figured that for Orion that was the last challenge to their relationship. Would Bo accept her as a permanent part of Orion's life ?
At first things had gone slowly. Katlin couldn't quite dispel her fear and Bo couldn't quite get the hang of having another person about who he could just 'talk' with. Orion was his friend. His contact with the outside world. The only one he seemed to need. The rest was just for playing with.
But now there was suppose to be another. Someone else he was suppose to relate to as just another person. Someone who was to be listened to, not just played with.
For Bo it was getting all very confusing.
Something Katlin seemed to instinctively understand and worked it to her advantage in the relationship. She never pressed the boggart, always taking things very slowly with him and backing off quickly if he ever seemed to be getting overwhelmed with this new person being brought into his life. A scene that played out like any good three year old having a temper tantrum. Things would be progressing smoothly, as Orion would stand in acting as translator for Katlin when she talked to Bo. But inadvertently she would do something, or say something that, for whatever reason, Bo didn't take to well. Usually it was her refusal at times to answer some of his questions. With little warning the boggart's whole composure changed. His gestures became more pronounced and agitated. At times Katlin had even seen him stomp his foot and cross his arms over his chest and refuse to speak to her anymore.
'A typical three-year-old', Orion would chastise him with.
But Katlin always tried to make peace. Whereas Orion advocated for allowing the boggart some time to 'decide to behave properly', Katlin tried at such times to smooth things out with him. To make him understand why she wouldn't answer a question, or do what he asked. Sometimes it worked, other times she found herself being led out of the cellar by Orion while he explained to her that Bo was just getting too agitated to continue.
'It's all in how he lives', Orion had explained to her the first time he had led her out of the cellar on one such occasion, when she had protested leaving the boggart alone and seemingly angry at them. 'Bo, for whatever he is, was brought here by my family. It's not his home from what I can tell from him. It's too 'solid' he says. Too many barriers. And he gets frustrated by things being so different. But mostly by those around him. Sometimes by what we tell him that he can't understand, and other times just by what we do. We don't behave the way he thinks we should sometimes. We do things he doesn't understand and give no reason for them. And when things get to that point, all he really wants is to be alone. Think of it as an 'information overload' for him. He just needs some time alone to sort things out.'
Whatever the reasoning, the cure seemed to work every time. Whenever they returned to the cellar, the boggart was by then his usual passively happy self and no mention was ever made by him of the previous incident.
And this time the calm approach worked its magic on the boggart. The figure under the robes slouched slightly under her gentle chiding, but just as quickly turned back to her and ran through a quick series of gestures.
Katlin followed the movements with undivided attention. One of the things that seemed to aggravate Bo the most was asking him to repeat things. She wasn't sure why this particular request sat so badly with the boggart. But usually she couldn't get in more than three requests before he got frustrated with the whole thing.
"Bo," Katlin answered him in the soft, comforting tone she had found he seemed to like hearing her use best, "you have to go slower for me. Please."
It wasn't what you said, Orion had instructed her, it was how you said it. She wouldn't ask him to repeat himself, but just to go slower.
The boggart seemed to consider the request, then carefully repeated the gestures, though this time much slower.
"Ah." Katlin breathed with a sigh of relief. "What am I doing out here?"
The boggart nodded.
"Well, I wanted to talk to you , Bo."
The boggart pointed towards the house. But Katlin shook her head.
"No. Not at the house. Out here. I wanted us.......I wanted it to be just you and me."
The boggart stood still for a moment, then made a gesture with his robe-covered hand of a small circle.
Katlin sighed again and sat down on a log behind her. Bo mimicked her, choosing a small stump as his chair. Well, this was going better than she hoped for so far. He was willing to listen to her.
Now the problem was what to tell him so he would understand.
"Bo," Katlin started carefully, "you know how............Orion...or I tell you something.....and it confuses you sometimes?"
The boggart nodded.
"And when that happens, you prefer it if everyone just leaves you alone for a while, so you can sort things out on your own?"
The boggart nodded again.
Katlin smiled as she took a slow breath. "Well, something like that has happened to me, Bo." She went on. "Someone told me something; something that has...confused me a great deal."
The boggart went through a series of pronounced gestures.
Katlin followed each movement, then shook her head. "Well, that's part of it." She replied. "But Bo, sometimes.....time alone.......that isn't enough to make things right. Sometimes, what you're told is so confusing for you, all you want to do is just forget it. Do you understand that?"
The boggart made no move, but Katlin would have sworn she could practically smell the smoke as the boggart filtered through what she was telling him. Or trying to tell him. One thing Katlin had found out about the boggart early on was that no matter how hard she tried, surprisingly, he was not easy to lie to. She thought, in fact, he could probably teach a few Aurors how to properly read people. She had tried over and over again to sneak a lie past him, trying to decipher some tone or movement or gesture as to how he picked lies out so accurately. But the talent seemed to be a purely natural one to him. Especially with her.
"Bo," Katlin tried again, "this thing I was told...it wasn't a good thing."
The boggart interrupted her with a quick gesture. Katlin barely caught it in time to translate it in her mind.
"Well," She said slowly, thinking over her answer carefully, "sometimes people tell you things carelessly. They don't think how it's going to effect you. They tell you with good intentions. But it doesn't come out that way for you. And what they tell you changes your whole world. And once it's changed, you can't go back to the old one. Not unless what that person told you........you could just erase. Forget it completely. Do you understand that?"
The boggart nodded.
"That's what I want to do, Bo." Katlin explained to him. "What I have to do. I want to go back to the way things were. But in order to do that I have to forget what this person told me. And I met an old wizard tonight who said he would do that for me. Make me forget what I was told. Do you understand that?"
Bo slowly nodded.
Katlin was pretty sure he didn't get the whole picture yet. And she wasn't looking forward to the time when he did.
"Bo, in order for this spell to work, I have to let go of everything connected to what this person told me. And that would mean........forgetting some things that, although I may not want to, and it may hurt to not have them in my life anymore, there is really no choice."
The boggart stared silently back at her.
"One of the things I have to let go of, Bo," she told him gently, "is my life here."
The boggart stared at her silently, but then made a small, slow gesture in front of her.
Katlin watched the form take shape at the tip of his hand. But before he was even halfway through it, she knew what the question was.
Katlin turned slowly back to him. "Yes." She answered his silent question. "Orion is one of the things I have to forget."
Bo made another small gesture.
Katlin paused before answering. She honestly had to think about what to say to that particular question. But finally she shook her head at him.
"It doesn't matter what I want." She replied. "It is simply what has to be. Sometimes you don't have a choice, Bo. Or at the very least, of what you have to choose between, neither selection is very enticing. So you have to pick the least painful one for everyone."
The boggart made a quick gesture that she barely had time to catch. But slowly she nodded with a sad smile. "Yes. That is what this is for me, Bo. I have to choose what hurts everyone the least."
The boggart stood silently in front of her. Katlin could tell just from his stance she wasn't getting through to him completely. And she had no way of knowing just how much the boggart really understood and how much he was just placating her by telling her he understood.
But it didn't really matter, she told herself. She didn't need him to understand completely. Just enough to agree to do what she ask.
"Bo," she went on, wanting to move quickly away from the last subject and get to the real purpose of the meeting, "I need you to do something for me."
The boggart made a quick, single gesture. One Katlin knew well enough to be able to decipher no matter how quickly the boggart made it.
"Bo, Orion is more likely than not going to be unhappy about this decision. And he'll want me to change my mind about it."
The boggart suddenly got to it's feet and, bouncing all the while, went through a series of gestures.
Katlin frowned at the statement. "No, it is not a good thing!" She stated a bit harsher than she meant to. But she quickly amended her tone. Getting angry would not help her reach her goal. "Bo, I need you to listen to me for a moment. And try to understand."
The boggart assumed such a pose that Katlin was sure if he was a regular person with a face he would be leaning forward, staring at her with wide-eyed anticipation.
"Bo, do you know what a Deatheater is?" Katlin asked. She didn't really expect an answer. She had often asked the boggart things of this nature, which he usually ignored. But to her surprise, this time the hooded head nodded in answer. It also made her a bit cautious about her next statement. What if Bo didn't like Deatheaters?
"Bo, do you know that I am a Deatheater?"
For several very long seconds Katlin waited for some response. But finally the boggart moved, extending his hand and pointing a robe-covered finger at her arm. Katlin subconsciously covered the mark with her other hand as she waited to see if the boggart would do anything else. But Bo only lowered his hand eventually, and appeared to wait to see what else Katlin had to say.
"Bo, you understand that Orion is an Auror? And that Aurors and Deatheaters.....don't get along very well?"
The boggart made a series of gestures, finally ending by clasping his two covered hands together in front of him as he stared expectantly at Katlin.
"Well, yes," she agreed, "Orion and I do get along. But Bo, once the memory charm is done, and I don't remember Orion anymore, what do you think would happen if we ran into each other then? What do you think would happen?"
The boggart thought for a moment, then made a series of gestures leaving very little open to interpretation.
"And that's what the situation will be, Bo, if the old wizard does the memory charm and I run into Orion after that.' Katlin tried to explain. "I won't know him. I'll just see an Auror. Not someone I used to know. And.....I might hurt Orion. Do you understand that?"
The boggart quickly nodded.
"And I don't want to hurt him, Bo. Not for anything in this world. But....he's a stubborn man. And he is likely to try and come after me. He'll want me to change my mind."
The boggart again went through a series of gestures. Each one agonizingly slow even to Katlin, as though he wanted to make sure she didn't miss anything. When he finished, Katlin frowned at the question. They had already been through this.
"Bo, it's not a question of what I want, or what Orion wants. It is simply the way things have to be. All I am asking of you, is to make sure Orion doesn't try to come after me. That he stays away. Because if he doesn't, and he gets too close, I will try to hurt him, because I won't remember him. Do you understand?"
Bo paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.
"And will you do what I asked then? Will you make sure he doesn't come after me?"
The boggart made a small series of gestures, which Katlin smiled at slightly.
"Well, 'trying' is all I'm really asking, Bo. We both know what Orion can be like when he gets an idea in his head. And if he tries to come after me, you tell him what I told you here tonight, all right. I won't be mad if you do. Maybe he'll understand if he hears that I don't want him to interfere in this in any way."
Katlin waited to see what the boggart would say to her request. For a very long time he seemed to simply stand and ponder the request she presented to him. But finally he stirred in a series of gestures again. Katlin watched the elaborate designs, sighing to herself halfway through them. She had seen them twice before already and she couldn't understand why the boggart kept coming back to this particular question.
"Bo," Katlin explained again, trying to keep her tone conversational against her rising agitation at the boggart's seeming refusal to understand the concept she was presenting to him, "we're not going to go over this anymore. Now, this is not an easy decision, nor is it one I want to make. But it's one that I have to."
The boggart seemed to think the statement over, then made a small, slow gesture in front of himself with one hand.
"I don't know." She replied softly. "Part of why I need this time, Bo, is to decide that. But right now I don't know if I can come back. Things.....they're just too confused for me right now."
The figure slumped under its robes again.
Katlin gave him a sympathetic smile. "Hey, I'm not leaving you." She told him. "And it isn't that I wouldn't want to come back."
The boggart's head suddenly snapped back up as he stared at her. Apparently she had said something he liked. A sudden flurry of gestures followed as Bo tried to communicate with her. But Katlin found herself only getting every other word. And when she put them together it didn't make much sense to her. All she could gather of his words was something about her not having to leave.
Katlin shook her head at the statement. "No, I have to go, Bo." She replied. "You just do what I ask, All right. You keep Orion safe."
The boggart paused for a moment, but then slowly he reached out towards her, moving slowly closer to her until his hand rested gently against her cheek.
At first it was all Katlin could do to fight back the urge to duck away from the hand. The boggart had never once tried to touch her. She had, in fact, never seen Bo touch anyone. Not even Orion. He hovered. He followed. He circled. But he never touched anyone. And she wasn't at all sure of what to expect from the touch.
But the instant the cloth of the robes brushed against her skin, it was like all her fears were brushed away with it. A warm, peaceful sensation swept through her body, like the feeling just before she fell asleep at night. Nothing in the world mattered in that moment and all she wanted to do was surrender to the feeling that is pulling her into sleep.
Wrapped in that seductive, disarming feeling, Katlin suddenly heard the soft trilling of the boggart. She fought to etch a frown across her face, but couldn't quite manage it. Why would he be happy suddenly? Or perhaps the trill meant something else. Perhaps it was his only way to communicate with others. Perhaps it was his way of saying goodbye.
What seemed like an instant later, Katlin realized the feeling was gone. she abruptly opened her eyes and looked about. She wasn't standing on the grounds of the Estate anymore. She was standing next to the wall she had vaulted earlier to get onto the grounds. Checking her surroundings more carefully, she tried to remember how she had gotten there. But the last thing she could remember was staring into the blackness beneath the hood of the boggart as it leaned towards her. And then everything around her had been engulfed in that blackness. The next thing she recalled was standing where she was now.
Well, Orion had indicated the boggart knew some magic. Apparently he knew how to apparate someone. There really wasn't any mystery there. The only unanswered question for her was 'why'. Why hadn't the boggart just let her leave on her own?
Shaking her head, Katlin turned and headed towards the roadway and the anti-apparation barriers. A good part of the night was gone and she still had a great deal of work to do before returning tot he old wizard at the castle.
Q&A
nessie: I missed answering something for you last time, Dear. Yes, Orion was originally sorted into Slytherin. That went over with dear old dad like a lead balloon, who promptly grabbed Sorting Hat by its tattered brim and had a few words with the uppity little bowler, thereby getting his pride and joy re-sorted. Seeing the potential for a longer life, the Sorting Hat promptly sorted Orion into Gryffindor.
You don't think Orion tries to make everyone see things his way? I think he's a perfect Gryffindor in that respect. In every other? Slytherin.
I have huge bets riding on Hagrid to bite it before the end of the series. But then again, I'm betting just about everyone bites it before the end of the series.
Fanfiction.net has their issues, to be sure, Dear. And I have numerous e-mails to them stating my opinion of a few of their policies. However, I will still throw my vote their way for fanfiction site-of-the-year far over FictionAlley, which can't seem to get their act together to save their lives.
Mean. Vicious. Whatever. you bring up valid points, Dear. To many, I am sure Katlin's solution seems a bit drastic. But haven't you ever wondered how much easier things would be if you could just forget the things that bother you and go on from there? Life would be a lot easier. And Katlin doesn't see any other option. If she continues as things are and faces what she believes is the truth, her whole world is destroyed. So she's taking the only route she feels she can live with.
True, Katlin doesn't know that Dumbledore doesn't understand. She never went to Hogwarts, and so she doesn't know the man past what stories Voldemort has told her about him. (Very bright, very powerful, very misguided). But she isn't looking to do his autobiography. She just wants him to do what she has ask, and likely doesn't care if she ever sees him again.
Don't feel bad about the reviewing thing, Dear. This story runs about ten to one hits to reviews. What does that tell you?
Chapters are nothing, really. Its words that count (in so many ways). Or more, it's 'word counts' that matter. for me, fifty is just a sort of magic number for scaring away readers. A large part of why Family Life ended at forty-nine. What it does for this story is you'll start seeing the chapters get longer as I strive to end it before that magical number. Does that mean I will never write a fifty chapter story. No. I just don't plan it that way. But I'm not going to write a chapter forty-nine that is thirty-seven pages long to avoid it either.
Silverfox: If I were Orion, I would go about choosing my enemies very carefully in this matter. Hating Dumbledore will not get him very far.
For the fifty chapter story aversion, go see the last part of nessie's answer. It's just one of my quirks. Like that not liking to change chapter titles thing.
*Slaps forehead* Oy! How did I forget that?! Indeed, four people have out-rightly died in this story. My mistake. It was late. What can I say?
O.K., the Voldemort thing. Guys, think of it this way. Say there's someone out there who is robbing banks. And they rob a LOT of banks. Now, everyone knows they're robbing banks, because it makes the news. But how does their robbing the bank really effect you? Every body knows, very few really care, and the rest feel it's SEP.
Why is Katlin so well known? She's been driving the getaway car, so to speak. In other words, if Voldemort is there, usually, so's Katlin. So she's getting just as much press coverage.
Bo understands a lot more than people give him credit for. And yes, he understands the importance of a wedding and the potential results of the institution. Mostly in how it benefits him.
Well, you got to see how Bo would react to that.
Tracie: I'm very pleased you like my stories, Dear. Always good to know there's a reader out there somewhere.
As for the 'who's bitten the dust since page one' issue, I have been adequately chastised for not knowing my own story very well.
Skahducky: Is Katlin going to go through with the Memory Charm? So far, it looks that way.
Dumbledore would not put such a fail-safe into the charm. That would be betraying Katlin's faith in his doing what he promised to do and letting the decision be her's.
Hints as to why Sirius and Orion don't get along? All but one of the three has been mentioned, Dear. They just weren't spelled out.......with accompanying pictures. But if you wish; one, Orion was sorted into Slytherin, Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor. House rivalries apparently run right through families as well. Two, Orion dated Arabella first. Sirius dated her last.
So what's the third one? With a little thought, you could figure it out. Or just wait for Family Relations. Leave it to Harry to get right to the point with his 'Uncle'. Care to stew about it until then? I'll help you out a little. What is it Orion does for a living? And what does that job curtail? And 'no', it has nothing to do with Sirius going to Azkaban. This took place long before that.
Happy hunting.
Sweets: I'm with you, girl. I love the holidays, but I am glad when they are over.
Graduation? Way to go, girl. Hang in there. It is worth it.
Voldemort may have ways of finding things out, but only is he's looking for it. What are the chances, knowing as little as he currently does of the real situation between Orion and Katlin, that he would even remotely think Katlin would ever go to Dumbledore for help?
But yes, Katlin did take a very big chance going to Dumbledore just the same. But she was also very desperate.
Our dear potions master is currently a spy.
You're not completely out of the ballpark, Dear. More like its a grounder and you're running after it. You're on the right track with Snape, and his role does figure into the story briefly.
Will she listen to Dumbledore or go back to Voldemort? Why is there a difference there? Dumbledore (to my knowledge, but we know I can be quite wrong, despite having written this thing) never suggested to Katlin leaving Voldemort. (Go ahead. Tell me I'm wrong. I'm getting used to it.) Orion has that market covered very well, thank you. Dumbledore is currently only interested in helping Katlin through her crisis. Then maybe we'll discuss of few of those life choices.
FAMILY LIFE
penny: Listen, not offense meant here, Dear. I really appreciate the reviews and the time you took to submit them. But Dear, did you have nothing else to do on January 6th or so? Were you snowed in that day, Dear? I mean, you took on three of my stories in one day. That's seriously impressive, Dear.
Anyway, again, thank you for taking the time to review.
The summary thing was actually not my idea. I saw it done in another story ages ago and thought it was very cute.
I write in detail? Could you notarize a letter to that effect and send it to my editor? He swears the worst thing I do is write details.
Awww, come on. Poor Snape has enough to contend with with Lupin. He doesn't need it from the students as well.
I owe you for tissues? That's easy, Dear. I have stock in Klennex.
What Does Every Fifteen Year old Boy Want? was one of my better chapters. But again, as I have stated before many times, Chapter Eleven is and always will be my favorite not only because of the content, but because that was the first thing I ever wrote as a fanfiction.
Mr. Padfoot: I'm very glad you enjoyed that, Dear. I felt that was missed by a lot of people. Glad to see someone commenting on it. Thank you.
DIAMOND
Penny: So sorry it's still snowing, Dear. Or whatever is keeping you indoors. But it is working to my advantage, isn't it?
I do love our favorite little werewolf. So sorry he looks like spell fodder for Book Six. Still, I do love putting him in a room with Snape. The dialogue is just so easy to write.
SIRIUSLY BORED
Penny: STILL snowing, Dear? Honestly, I'd complain. Well, I would if it weren't that keeping you indoors gets me more reviews. So........., let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
Glad I've kept you amused for the week.
FEVER
Wynjara: The name played heck with my spell checker, Dear. Just thought I would let you know.
Snape and Lupin are two of my favorite characters to put in a room together and just let them have at it verbal-wise. Lupin as a character plays very well off of Snape's dry sense of humor.
Reviews are as of 01112004.
And for all my Jewish readers out there,
Oy! to the world.