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Chapter Two: A different Kind of Wierd
Remus Lupin was annoyed. He was annoyed that Snape had told Sirius of his mission, but had not told him to wait for Lupin, his partner on the mission, he was annoyed that his friend had been reckless enough to proceed alone, he was annoyed that he had been hit by a mild hex upon entry to the houses' yard, causing him to lose consciousness for five minutes and wake up with his face painted red, and he was really annoyed that he had stepped in some kind of droppings on his way up to the house. He was also mildly concerned when the mirror he carried for the Order started flickering, telling him that Sirius needed back-up. He ran into the house, the kitchen, the fridge, and finally the tunnels where Sirius told him to go. He swung open the door, wand poised when he saw –"Sirius?"
"Yes, Remus?" Sirius was on top of a figure, a young boy, it appeared, pinning him down.
"Wha….what are you doing?"
"Holding down a prisoner, my friend. Obviously. What are you doing?"
"Why…why don't you just tie him up?" Remus asked, now aware of the many ropes lying around the two.
"I've tried. The ones I conjure won't tie themselves around her, they fly straight at her and then collapse when they get within half a meter of her. I can tie the conjured ones around her myself, but…well, she just keeps untying them. I never really tie people up the Muggle way, you know…So this is easier." He gestured to his position.
"Why doesn't the rope spell work? It should…"
"I don't know, really. None of the others worked either. Not 'stupefy' not anything." He let the girl up and demonstrated. She rolled her eyes in contempt, but knew better than to try and run again. The sparks from the wand faded away before they got within half a meter of her, a kind of misty shield appearing around her.
"Strange," Lupin murmered.