A Spy, A Seeker, and a Scheme
Chapter Three

It had been three days since Fudge had set Lulu Gilmore the task of finding azkabans escaped prisoner, and every evening since, the minister had summoned her to his office, demanding to know how the search progressed. Each evening the answer was the same I'll catch her sir, just give me a few more days. I'll catch her... and each evening Fudge replied See that you do. Neither one was satisfied by the interview, but neither one complained. For neither one, knew what else to say...Lulu knew that the minister didn't want details, he wanted results. Until he got them, he wouldn't be truely satisfied. That much had been apparent only five minutes before...five minutes, and all because of a frown he had sent her way as she backed out the door...

There was no way to satisfy the minister, not yet, not now. Lulu wasn't fool enough to try, even if she did feel so inclined. The truth was, she couldn't care less how the minster felt. Not so long as she retained her position as a spy. Besides, what could she tell him? Could she say that she was trying to enlist the help of several of her death eater friends? Could she casually mention that she was visting another that very night? Or that a few other death eaters would meet her there, so that they could give her their replies. The answer was no. The details were impossiable to tell. She wouldn't and couldn't try. Espically not under prying auror eyes. For even if she tried to mask the truth, an auror might sniff it out. Aurors had a knack for that...

Aurors...

Turning around on the ministry steps, Lulu couldn't help but groan. Aurors. Andres. The combination was frightening. And unfortunately the combination was hastily fighting his way through the door, a grin twisting his features, a sparkle lighting his eyes...

'Lulu, my dear. Hugs and kisses, eh?' Andres asked, winking slyly. 'But don't worry I can wait...I can wait forever. So...I heard that you were closeted with ole' Fudgie again. What does he want? Everyone has been asking...an' I said, doncha worry Lulu will tell me. Lulu tells me everything, cause she can trust me. Trust and me go hand in hand...doncha think?'

'I'm afraid that I can't tell you about it. Its private. It between me and the minster. Now, if you'll excuse me, my poor old granny will be wondering keeping me.'

'Private?' Andres demanded 'But my sweet, can't you and I share private things? Afterall I get a kick out of knowing that your alive...'

'A kick? What a good idea.' Lulu sung sweetly. Raising her leg swiftly, she delivered several hard kicks. 'That's several private things that I just shared with you. And I wager...' She continued, raising an eyebrow as he doubled over with pain 'That you don't want any more.'

With these words, Lulu sauntered away. It seemed unlikely that Andres had learned anything. Their daily meetings always ended with a kick, a scratch, or a punch of some sorts. When would he finally realize that she didn't like him? Perhaps he never would...Resolutely, Lulu shoved these thoughts to the back of her mind, and so abandoned the annoying auror. She, had a meeting to attend in Hellegrin woods. Therefore, there was no point in dwelling on Andres. The meeting, the death eaters, and Zach. Those were far more important So important, that but a minute later, Andres ceased to exist in her mind.

And so it was she didn't see. That she didn't know. Andres, had not forgotten her so easily. She didn't see the pink suit that he had magicked onto himself, or the sun glasses, or the yellow golashes. She didn't know...she didn't know the meaning.

Andres felt jealous. So Andres decided to play spy. Andres began to form a scheme. A scheme to win his fair ladies heart.

And Andres followed her.
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'She'll go tommorrow. DO YOU HEAR THAT? YOU'LL GO TOMMORROW!' Zach yelled, gazing furiously at the ceiling above him.

Thump. Bang. Crash. Thump. Bang. Crash. Thump. Bang...

'DOG DAMMIT! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON UP THERE?'

Crash. Thump. Bang. Crash. Thump. Bang. Crash

The cycle repeated endlessly. Endlessly...for hours...on end...

For the hundreth time that night, Zach sighed. He regretted allowing the girl to stay more than he had when he had first decided to let her. The girl caused more trouble that she was worth, more trouble than he could handle. He didn't care how pathetic she appeared, he wouldn't let himself. Ever since she had crossed his doorstep, chaos had reigned. After being in his house for less than two hours, she was already treating it as her own. Already...

He should have been smart enough to keep her out, should have been but hadn't. Hadn't, and now she was driving him swiftly insane.

The worst part of it was, that hadn't actually done anything wrong. She might delight in cracking his cape like a whip, she might request (in a demanding tone) that he cook her dinner, and she might not have the grace to thank him. It was ill manner yes, but not wrong. An ordinary person might not mind, so why did he? He didn't...not quite...it was the noise that drove him mad. The thumps and the bumps and the crashes that kept coming from his rooms. Sounds of chaos, and he hadn't heard a peep from her. The very idea was enough to make him uneasy, the actual action drove him mad.
Thump. Bang...

'IF I HEAR ONE MORE SOUND, I'LL...' Zach cried out, waving his spatula at the ceiling.

'SHUT IT VAMP! I'M A DANGEROUS CONVICT ESCAPED FROM PRISION! SO, BE CAREFUL WHO YOU MESS WITH!' The girl shouted from somewhere overhead.
Sighing, Zach returned his atttention to the skillet, and the food within. The girl was incorrigable, and a liar too. Escaped convict? The idea was ridiculous! But, even so, he still had to finish up her dinner. Though wether it would be edible was another matter entirely...

Having been dead a while, Zach didn't really remember much about cooking, or even wether he had learned how before. Magicking up a skillet, a spatula, some basic ingredients, and a pot was easy enough, but after that, the rest was greek. Something was wrong...but what? The egg, which he had cracked into the pot of boiling water? No...that had to be how you boiled an egg. Nobody in their right mind would leave the shell on...The bacon in the skillet which was resting on a bed of blackened fries? Perhaps that was it...but how would you fry a peice of bacon on anything but a french fry? The salad, which every now and then he threw up into the air (struggling to catch all the ingredients)? No...that had be be right! But, what was wrong then? Maybe he was a better cook than he thought...maybe...

'He-LO, vampie!'

Zach jumped, as the girl suddenly slid down the banister, landing easily on the kitchen floor. The sight of her almost made him choke with horror, for one of her activiteis became immediatly apparent. She had been messing with his clothes, cutting them up...and she was wearing their remains! A new pair of black dress robes, had been dismembered, so that part of them served for a skirt, while another pair had gone torn apart to make a long purple top. The a gem studded gold bat buckled (from his belt) had been threaded onto a chain and braided into her long hair. And she hadn't even asked!

'Your a theif, stinking werewolf.' Zach sneered

'I said, He-LO!' The girl sung 'In polite conversation the proper response is Hey there beautiful or Man, you make me ache just lookin at you. Not your a theif. Didn't your mother ever teach you that? Luckily, I'll overlook your rudeness, for now. Just remember, I'm a dangerous convict! You don't want to push me too far...'

'Really?' Zach shot back 'And I'm Vlad Dracula.'

'You are?' The girl asked incredulously 'But...you were staked, weren't you?'

'No...'

'Bhram Stoker that you were.'
'He did?'

'Yes, he did.'

Zach stared at the girl, feeling confused. 'So, Bhram Stoker told you that he staked me? Did he say when?'

'Why don't you read the book and find out?'
'He wrote a book about me?'

'Yes, he did.'

'About me, Zach Black?'

'No, about Count Dracula. And you said that...'

'I'm not Dracula, I'm Zach.' Zach informed her cooly. It appeared that the girl had deliberately been making fun of him! Well...she'd sing a different tune when she ate her dinner...

'You really can't make any sense can you?' The girl asked, flouncing over to a chair as she spoke. 'Wheres my food?'

'Its here, my dear.' Zach told her sweetly, shoving the plate under her nose as he spoke. Smiling, he savoured her horrified expression as she stared at the contents. Gingerly, she picked up a slice of bacon, sniffed it, took a little bite, and then screamed. Before he could even let out a cry of truimph, she was running up the stairs, as though the devil was on her heels. It served her right for cutting up his clothes...

'I only turned the egg pink.' A voice behind him commented 'Extreme...who was she anyway?'

Zach turned around, startled. The speaker, was Chicklepea. Beside her stood Margo Malfoy, and Andromeda Meliflua. Less than a minute later, (with a slight popping sound) Lulu Gilmore too appeared with. All fellow deatheaters...But what were they doing in his kitchen?

'That...that was my ummm...wife, I mean ex-wife...uhhh...' Zach spluttered, horrified the minute the word wife popped out of his mouth. Why on earth had he said that?

'Widow more like. Your dead.' Andromeda commented

'I didn't know you were married! When...?' Lulu asked in confusion.

'Ex, ex wife! We were married...I died...now I think she's dead too...or something like it...Forgive me for asking, why are you here?'

'I have something to ask you...' Lulu began, drawing him into the livign room as she spoke. The others followed, nodding occasionaly at what Lulu had to say.
Zach was astonished.

He hadn't known.

There really was a dangerous convict in his bedroom, but he wasn't Vlad Dracula.

And now, it seemed quite probable: she wouldn't just stay the night.

The voices in the living room droned on. A full hour had passed, yet still Zach remained closeted with his strange friends. An hour...an hour in which Mimevas's curiousity had grown beyond endurance. More than anything, she longed to know what they were talking about. Whatever it was, she intended to find out.

They were talking about her. Stray phrases had told her as much.

'One Muggle said that all the rubber ducks (which she collects) began quacking and frying hamburgers...'

'I've never been able to figure out why the dark lord doesn't wear pink, it's such a lovely color...'

'Then another time the whipped cream began to whip the muggle whipping it...'

But why were they so interested in her? Were they after her?

She had to know more.

But, if they were looking for her, they might recognize her. They had already seen her one time too many. She couldn't risk letting them see her again. BUT SHE HAD TO KNOW! Disguise, was the only answer.

Luckily, Zach had been dead long enough to accumulate alot of junk. Too long almost...in a normal life span, people filled their attics and their garages full of things they never used. But the vamp had much longer to do this, so much longer that he had begun storing what his junk everywhere. Including in his bedroom. Most of it was useful, but some was perfect for her.

A stick on tatoo of autumn leaves, which were being chased by a frisky kitten, white dye to streak her hair, make up, clip on earrings, perfume...all of which she could use, but what had the vampire intended to do with them? Whatever it was she couldn't figure it out.

Nevertheless, she that he had them. For by the time she was done, she had changed drastically. Changed but the same...hopefully enough to evade capture, evade capture and still find out what the were talking about.
She was as ready, as she would ever be.

Bouncing down the stairs, Mimevas put her ear to the closed door of the living room. She wasn't trying to be stealthy...not yet...she was afterall a very talented eavesdropper. An artist...

'I don't know...' Zach's voice drifted through the door

'Ode to a vomitious vamp!' Mimevas muttered, just loudly enough for Zach to hear her. Taking out a pen, she scrawled the words loudly on the door. Then, she began to open it softly, slowly sticking her head inside.

A moment later, Zachs hand stuck through the crack, firmly shoving her head out.
'A vomitous vamp, who tried to eat me!' She shreiked. Forcefully pushing the door open and poking her head back inside.

'Leave-us-alone-darling-widow-of-mine!' Zach gasped, pushing her head out.

'Scene: a woodland clearing! Characters: the vamp and me!' Mimevas exclaimed in a still louder voice. Fervently, she continued to scribble on the door, while sticking her head back inside the room.

'O-U-T!' The hand hit her so hard, that she fell backwards.

'Thats it vamp...' Mimevas snarled, feeling angry despite herself. Grabbing hold of the door handle, she tugged. Apparently Zach was pulling on the other side, for it refused to budge.

'What do you want stinkin...'

'Nothing, I'll go...'

At this, the door opened, revealing a shocked vampire. Apparently, he was suprised (and suspicious) by the way the she suddenly let go of the handle. So surprised that he actually opened the door for her.

Smiling, Mimevas ducked inside before he could react. Stealth still wasn't needed, first, she had to annoy him. Annoy him enough to get him to throw her out.

'What do you want stinkin...'

'Just to tell you: I'M LEAVING!' Mimevas informed him dramtically 'You've driven me up a tree and down again.' She added, sending him a significant look.

'Looks like your getting rid of your widow...' One of his guests commented.

'AND HE'LL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN! But first, I've written a song in his honor. Shall I sing it?'

'No, no, NO!' Zach spluttered angirly
'If thats the way you feel, then I will.' Filled full of delight, Mimevas began to sing.

Ode to a Vomitous Vamp,
who tried to eat me this night.

Scene: A woodland clearing
a silver brook
with trees as guant
as the vamp I met
the vamp,
(while I admired my reflection)
admired in a glistening pool...
till the foul vamp snuck up on me,snuck up on me,
in the dark of Hellegrin Woods.

Characters: The Vamp and Me
That hated fiend,
who stands near 6'foot
with rather strong features
and a dark shock of hair...
a shock
shading
his sewage like gaze.

His role: A bull,
a dancer...
No more.

What happened:

Red and black
blur-whir
round and round his head.
Up,
Down,
round and round,
OLAY!

Stumbling and bumbling
foreward (once again)
round and round his head
Backward,
Foreward,
sword striking down,
OLAY!
See my little hand?
So small,
so pale...
Flashing,
Dashing,
round and round his head.
Does he dare,
grab hold?
He dares...
villanious-vile-vampire
the swords thrown down,
the capes thrown down!
Grab hold,
grab hold...OLAY!

Zachs vampiric pallor, slowly turned pink, as Mimevas began to frisk about the room. Skipping, and hopping from place to place, she grabbed a poker, and began waving it like a sword in his general direction.

'Olay! Olay! Olay!' She cried, jumping onto the table as she did so. 'The swords thrown down, the capes thrown down. OLAY!' Bowing, she threw the poker across the room. The look of fury on Zach's face (while his friends laughed) stirred joy in her breast. Any moment now, she would be able to start her real spying. Any moment now...

Zach acted swiftly. One moment, he was choking on his rage, while the next, he was lifting her into the air.

'GET OUT 0F MY HOUSE! GET OUT!'

'Let go of me!' Mimevas screamed, waving her arms wildly through the air.

'All right, have it your way...' Zach replied.

The next thing Mimevas knew, she was falling through the air, falling into a rosebush. The vampire had tossed her out the window! How dare he?

'Every so often I have to teach my ex-wife a lesson...' He explained.

Ex-wife? That, was going to far. The next time she got her hands on him...OOOH! He was going to regret it. But, at least she had gotten what she wanted. She wanted to spy, and now she would. She had handled the situation with an artists touch, now the fun could begin. After throwing her out the window, Zach wouldn't suspect that she would stay. He wouldn't...so she would over hear everything! He had played right into her hands...

Quietly, she climbed off the rose bush, unable to keep from crying out as the thorns scratched her. Softly, she settled beneath the window. Watching, and waiting. Waiting for them to forget about her...
While she waited, Mimevas glanced around her. She had landed in the middle of a rose garden (as her butt kept reminding her). However, she wasn't alone. Another spy (doubtlessly a master) was standing a little ways off, behind another rose. He had to be a master...only a master would wear a pink suit and golashes so confidentally. Casually throwing out the word spy. Clearly, he was a genius. Only a genius would be so at ease. An ease which seemed to say 'I'm a spy.' He was so obviously a spy, that no one would suspect it...

'Well, what do you have to say? Will you help me?' A woman demanded

'I don't know...' Zach replied shiftily

Stiffening, Mimevas turned her attention away from the spy, and back toward the window. They were speaking again!

'Zach, please...these woods are close to azkaban. I think it very likely that she'll come here. Please? I need you...'

'Well...no...I don't think I fancy that...I mean...I know she's a stinking werewolf but...no...Margo...Andromeda?'

The vampire wouldn't help? Mimevas was stunned, of all things, she hadn't expected that. They were looking for her, and he refused! He would still have to pay for the rosebush though...

'What about you Chick...Andromeda...Margo?'

'I'll help you catch her. But, it doesn't surprise me that you won't Zach. You have your hands full with your widow...'

'I'll help...' The voice of the girl who had turned her eggs pink rang out.

'I won't.' A third voice declined.

'Very well...'

A minute later, the room fell quiet.

'Margo, I want to tell you something...'

The one who had refused to help, still remained.

'What?'

'Look out the window...'

Mimevas gasped, as a witch with silvery blonde hair, peered down at her.

'Thats your ex-wife.'
There was a pause, then Zach spoke again, causing Mimevas to scream loudly.

'Meet Mimevas Lemqi...'

Behind A Rosebush
Chapter Four

This, is what Andres heard, while hidden behind a rosebush.

bLulu: "Her name is Mimevas...,Mimevas Lemqi...she's a Lestrange. Fudge has set me the task of finding her. She's lived with so many people, that I hardly know where to start. Espically since she has lived with any of them for more than a week."
A Strange man who Lulu's bound to be Interested in: "Really? Have you talked to any of them?"

Lulu: "Yes, I have. To a great many...'One Muggle said that all the rubber ducks (which she collects) began quacking and frying hamburgers...'Then another time the whipped cream began to whip the muggle whipping it...the list goes on...but they all ended in some disaster. The toilet paper one was the worst."

A Strange man who Lulu's bound to be Interested in: "Toilet paper? Typical..."

Lulu: "Zach, she wasn't a werewolf at that time, so theres no reason for you to sneer. Besides, I doubt that she meant to do it. The toilet paper just began to mummify everyone. It even dragged someone, and stuck them down the toilet. The toilet paper stuck them in and out all night...flushing the commode each time..."

A Strange man who Lulu's bound to be Interested in: "Did the muggles tell you anything else?"

Lulu: "This and that, nothing of interest"

Soooo...Lulu finds this insolent little pup of a foxey feather chicken cuter than an egg without the shell! Thats why she's always rejecting me...

A bizarre girl who's bound to be a bad influence on Lulu: "Certainly not as interesting as your widow, Zach."

A Strange man who Lulu's bound to be Interested in:"My widow...oh yeah...her"
A bizarre girl who's bound to be a bad influence on Lulu: "I think you said that she died? Is she a vampire? She certainly seems undead to me...'

She's insulting Lulu! She'll have to go! But...Lulu's a widow? Why didn't she ever tell me? I suppose she's heart broken...like a squirrel without its nut. Another tree between us...

A Strange man who Lulu's bound to be Interested in: "No...not exactly...she's a stinkin...a stinkin...a stinkin...ummmm-nothing!"

Lulu's nothing? HE'LL HAVE TO GO TOO!

An even bizarrer girl: "Look, look. Margo! Just go like this."

Perhaps the girl named Margo: "No...no...no..."

An even bizarrer girl: "Let me teach you, okay?"

Perhaps the girl named Margo: "No, Chick. Maybe later."

Lulu: "What are you guys talking about?"

An even bizarrer girl: "Nothing..."
So they're talking in code!

A bizarre girl who's bound to be a bad influence on Lulu: "Chicks trying to teach Margo some new dance moves."

A Strange man who Lulu's bound to be Interested in: "Ha! I know just the girl she should see..."

I can't understand this code...but I know what to do...I know...and they don't. They won't. Not until its too late...

This, is the scheme Andres made, while hidden behind a rosebush.

"Somehow I have to get my sweet away from the babies who want to suck her like a mint flavored blue lollipop. Somehow...thats my goal. I'd better write it down...

Goal: Lulu Gilmore.

Straight and to the point...perfect...

Now, my obstacles...my obstacles are those bloody babes, those freaky leather shoes...and that man...the one like a chicken egg...or was it a roosters? Hmmm...I'd better write that too.

Obstacles: Freaky babie shoes who probably wear polka dotted underwear and a man.
Now, thats well written! I don't know if I've ever written a better line. Bold and rebellius. Mickey himself (the mouse) would have been proud. He was a great man...

But, whats my plan? Something that even Mickey couldn't have thought of. I have to have one...I KNOW! I'll make everyone think that they're deatheaters! Yes, I'll bring charges against the babes, charges against the man, and charges against Lulu herself!

Afterall, everyone knows: Deatheaters and aurors are as different as bananas and oranges. Aurors are oranges with many varying layers. Deatheaters are bananas, which when they go bad, are used for banana nut bread.

All I have to do is prove how vary like banana's they are! The charges against Lulu will have to be anonymous...cause after I prove she's a deatheater, I'll ride in (like a knight on his shining elephant) and save the day!

She'll fall in love with me! I'll punish them and get Lulu! MY SWEET!

This, is what happened to Andres, while hiding behind a rosebush.

The Freshman Undersecretary
Chapter Five

Dawns quiet hush fell slowly over the woods. Dim light crept into the shadows while the waking birds began to trill. Hours had passed since Zach introduced Margo to Mimevas, and for Mimevas at leasr, those hours had been exceedingly frustrating. From the moment they first drug her screaming through the window, she had felt annoyed, panicky, and thwarted. Her intial reaction was fear, it gripped her like a steel vise. Bands of hysteria seemed to have constrict her chest, and because of the bands, she lashed out with inchorent yells. After kicking them, she burst into frenzied tears, after chucking books at them, she threatened suicide, and after breaking a few ornaments, she promised to rip them both to shreds---if they tried to return her to azkaban.

The problem was, both Zach and Margo had a huge advantage over her. They, had wands, were healthier than she (making them stronger), and didn't have to worrry about being chucked into prison. If they wanted to put her in prision, they could. It would be easy...Naturally, they assured her that the thought hadn't entered their minds, but that only made her more suspicious. Both Margo and Zach were deatheaters, that much she had figured out. His vistors had all been deatheaters...They were capable of killing. The question was, was that what they meant to do with her? It wouldn't be surprising if they felt that she knew too much...
"Curiosity killed my cat, and now its killing me!"

She didn't want to die, she wanted to live. She hadn't spent two years in azkaban only to be killed when she got out! Had she?

Another round of terror was set off by this thought, though this time, she had less control over her actions than before, and because she had less control, the situation was much harder to put down. Inanimate objects acquired a life force of their own...

Several bottles of hair dye began to chase Zach around the room, dumping their contents haphazardly onto his head. The blackened french fries began to dance around, impaling themselves on his fangs and shooting like bullets towards the dangerous direction of his nose. The eggs, adorned his head, turning themselves into the worlds first hopping hat. And the bacon sat perched behind his ears, wiggling delicately.

Margo, intiatly found the situation amusing, amusing until a bunch of markers began scribbling all over her. She didn't escape the on slaught, infact, her laughter only served to infuriate the contents of the room. Her chair began to gallop about, bucking wildly. Eventually, it sent her flying into the curtains. The curtains tossed her about, until she grew unbearably dizzy. Then, Margo found herself zooming toward an angry door. The door hit her toward another door, which batted her back toward another...a game of tennis resulted...with Margo as the ball...

Mimevas watched all the uproar without batting an eye. For her these occurences were so common, that she hardly payed them any mind. It was their fault for setting her off...luckily for them, the familarity of the situation soothed her.

An hour passed, and with its passing, Mimevas grew calm. The objects, stopped moving as suddenly as they had started. Only the chair retained a life...but so long as no one sat on it, the chair was content to curl up and fall asleep, neighing every now and then with pleasure.

The peace was restored, or at least it was for a time, and with it, Zach and Margo lost no time in pouncing on wary Mimevas, poking and examing her, as though she were a fascinating exhibit in a muesem.

"Pour pays a pinkin porridge pea piddin plastic hag led od a punk pcrap pearpoof." Zach muttered, poking Mimevas as he fruitlessly attempted to spit a french fry off his fang.

"English please Zach...not...what are you speaking: French? Romainian? Goobledegook?" Margo questioned, before turning to Mimevas, poking her, and whispering "With white hair, she could be a Malfoy..."

"Pooblepepook... Pah! I have a pinch pry on my pang. Pats a patter."

"Pooblepepook? I haven't heard of that..." Margo replied with a shrug. "But, what to do with the girl? The dark lord likes new recruits...but the dark lord won't accept her if it means losing Lulu as a spy. Spies are valuable. Yet, theres no way we can keep Lulu from catching without that happening, unless...'

Margo grinned, sharing a significant look with Zach. They had agreed on something, but what? Whatever it was, Mimevas felt extremely annoyed at not being consulted. She would complain---and loudly, but before she could, Zach had pushed her firmly into a chair, while Margo shook a bottle of white hair dye dangerously.

"She could be a Malfoy...my half sister...nobody would know..."

"Put peas pupposed a pee my half pwife." Zach growled, still struggling to remove the stubborn fries.

"What? Come a again? I wish I knew where you learned this Pooblepepook..." Margo drawled, raising her wand as she spoke.

Mimevas started, as cold water came rushing down on her head. A moment later, Margo was scrubbing the white hair dye onto her hair---the next thing she knew, she had dreadlocks (braided with colorful beads) handing past her waist. Potions, which Zach had been brewing, were forced into her hands non-stop, potions which she drunk before having a chance to think seriously on the matter. Her nails, were painstakingly painted, her wardrobe created with care, and two whole hours spent debating wether Allure or Mist was a better perfume. Zach maintained that Mist was more fragile, and therefore better. Margo argued that Allure was alluring--much more to their purpose. In the end, they agreed. Shattered Rose emphasised pain---a different sort of beauty, a beauty that was much more easily shattered. Just what they wanted.

By this time, Mimevas was hopelessly confused. Why were they helping her? And how were they helping her? Didn't they intend to tell her anything? She had a right to know!

"She's a perfect Aquilina Malfoy." Margo said with pride.

Mimevas shot a quick glance at her reflection. She was different---too different--yet unchanged. The essentials were the same, her eyes, her nose...but, certain qualities had been brought out. Her gaze seemed more expressive, her voice a trifle softer. She looked wilder, warier, and yet more vulnerable and lost than ever. Like someone in desperate need of protection.

"Phwat? Po pay! She'll be Pazura." Zach informed Margo.

"Pazura?" Margo scoffed "I'd sooner call her Flopsy..."

"M-m-m-m-MOPSY!" Zach yelled truimphantly, as he wrestled the last peice of food from his fangs.

"M-m-m-" Margo laughed "Use english, please! How about F-f-f-foxie?"

"Perfect! Flopsy Mopsy Foxie Malfoy!" Zach returned, smiling gleefully at Mimevas horrified expression.

"What on earth are you two talking about? I don't EXPECT YOU TO TELL ME." Mimevas demanded, tossing her head so that her braids made a whipping noise as they slashed through the air.

"Don't demand verbally, demand non verbally. With your eyes, with your hips, with your hands. Be arrogance. Be expectant. Let the world come to you." Margo coached.

"She can't help it, its habit...anyway Margo's going to pull a few strings. She'll tell Lucius...who'll tell Corny Fudge."

"Tell him what? I have a right to..."

"Be charming as ice."

"WHY!"

"Can you make coffee?" Zach asked.

"What?"

"I asked you werewolf wether..."

"Yes...Yes...I can...so what?"

"Good. You'll need the skill, stinkin..."

"BUT WHY FOR GODS SAKE!"

"Because..." Margo began with a smile "Umbridge is Fudges senior Secretary, Weatherby is his junior, Lulu is his sophomore, and by tommorrow, you will be his freshman secretary. I guarantee it."

Freshman Undersecretary...it sounded mad...but Fudge was a fool...the idea would catch his fancy. It was bound too...and she had no choice but to go along with it.
Flopsy Mopsy Foxie Malfoy, Freshman Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic. Insane and bold, that was why it would work