I'm getting so emotional, this being the last time I'll be talking to you! Anyways, enjoy!
This chapter was written by: Encre Quill(Sorry, I forgot on Encre Quill's last chapter!)
"Stay away from her, you creep!" I muttered, only loud enough for him to hear me. The drunken man stared at me for the longest time.
"Watch your tongue, whelp." He finally said. I took a step back. Did he just call me a whelp? Who says that anymore? How dare he? I thought to myself. This guy's looking for a fight.
"You watch yours, blackguard!" Suddenly there was a hand on my shoulder. I looked back to find that it was Sirius
"Don't you know who this is?" He whispered.
"No. Do you?" I replied in a whisper.
"Yes, it's Alan Butterfirt! The Death Eater! Don't pick a fight." He said. Butterfirt suddenly stood up from his chair, knocking it backwards.
"Don't you know who I am?" He asked in a near shout.
"No." I lied.
"My name is Alan Butterfirt, the great and powerful Death Eater!" He shouted, then he hiccupped. I laughed. I tended to do that to people. Laugh at their names, that is. Butterfirt's face contorted in anger.
"How dare you!" He pulled out his wand, but I already had mine out.
"Incendio!" I yelled my favorite spell. A large cloud of flame shot forward from my wand and encompassed Butterfirt. Witches and wizards were running in every direction, trying to escape from the battle. "Incendio! Incendio! INCENDIO!" I continued to shout over and over. When I had finally stopped, Alan Butterfirt was nothing more than a charred husk.
"Can I have some butterbeer now?" I asked.
"You idiot! You set the Three Broomsticks on fire!" Sirius yelled. He was right, the building was on fire, vacant except for Rissa, Sirius and me.
"Let's get out of here!" Rissa exclaimed.
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