Chapter 6
The Wolf's Bane
The door caved in easily after Greyback gave it one or two hard shoves. He marched into the room, breathing heavily and picking up different scents everywhere. He went through the shelves, for no other apparent reason than 'just because he could'. Nothing of much interest, photographs that didn't move, books with strange titles, a video camera...
But the Writer was nowhere to be found, her computer sat unused at her desk.
There was one thing slightly out of place, though. In the middle of the desk was a black mug full of something strong smelling that he assumed was coffee. It was still warm.
Greyback – being, for one, quite thirsty, and for another, not quite the sharpest tool in the shed – took a large gulp from it. After all, it was only a suspicious looking mug with unknown contents in the middle of a stranger's office. What was the worst that could happen?
He replaced the mug on the desk as he found out exactly the worst case scenario. His mouth, just like all the others, went into overdrive.
"I like karaoke! I go every Friday night!" he slapped his hand over his mouth, checking that no one had heard him.
He was alone, so he assumed no one could hear him.
"That's right! Every Friday night is Karaoke Night down at the pub and I go along!" he shouted, "and no one is stopping me!"
"Hello, Greyback," muttered a voice behind him.
"Ah!" it was a new experience for Fenrir Greyback – to yelp.
The Writer skipped to her desk and seated herself. She looked into the mug.
"It's amazing, I don't even have to be in the room anymore and you'll still do what I want," she chuckled to herself, "I am good, aren't I?"
"What'll stop me from killing you now?" Greyback jeered, "I have been ordered to kill you-"
"Just like Pettigrew, who I assume came back with no recollection of the entire incident," the Writer interrupted.
"Well, yes, but now the Dark Lord has ordered me-"
"Or Yaxley, who has been ratted out as a prancing ballerina."
"But I will not fail!" Greyback roared, "the Dark Lord has ordered your death! He has even thrown your worthless corpse into the deal, I reckon I could get a bite or two..."
"Not today, Fido," the Writer folded her arms, nodding towards the mug, "did that coffee taste at all funny to you?"
"I thought it was the Veritaserum...it was the Veritaserum, wasn't it?"
"Well...yes and no..." the Writer replied, "I did put some Veritaserum in, which explains your little outburst just now, but I also put in a fair amount of a strong sedative, which should be taking effect right about...now."
Greyback swayed, wand arm raised in one last endeavour to kill the annoying little...
Smack . Greyback's enormous body collided with the floor.
The Writer took out her wand, took his memory and stored it.
"Brilliant," she complained sarcastically to herself, "now I have to move your ugly mug off my floor."
With a sigh, she waved her wand, "Levicorpus."
Greyback floated through the doorway left when he smashed his way in, out into the corridor and disappeared from sight.
The Writer turned around, noticing something out of the corner of her eye.
Greyback had dropped his wand, so she picked it up.
"Hmm..." she thought tilting her head either side as she did, "to keep or not to keep?"
"Ah, why not?" she asked herself, "it may come in useful someday."
So she took her prize and threw it into a drawer.
Then she sat back at her computer, giggling as she typed.