How To Best Get Rid of A Pink Demon Toad
"Hmmm. That is strange. Walden is late for breakfast," Mulciber observed as he poured his morning coffee, frowning slightly. "He is hardly ever late for breakfast. I wonder what could be the matter."
"He's probably over-slept, given that he was still grumbling and shouting about something last night," Dolohov replied, looking up from the latest copy of the Daily Prophet, which was still pouting bile and propaganda and nothing about Hogwarts kids getting tortured by a teacher.
"Would not surprise me to be honest," Amycus commented, eyes still on the Dark Arts book in front of him.
Right on cue, Walden Macnair marched into the breakfast hall, face like thunder, carrying a giant bucket. "Shut up, Amy, I didn't oversleep! I was just gathering these!"
The relatively quiet breakfast table and atmosphere was soon met with a downpour of tiny, square photographs; Death Munchers and werewolves alike moved their plates out of the way in order to avoid getting one of the photos in their food. Very soon, the table was practically covered to the last inch in the small polaroid photos.
Thalia began tittering. *It's raining photos! Praise Python, it's raining photos!* she began singing.
Voldemort stopped sipping his smoothie with a frown. "Walden, what are thossse?" the Dark Lord inquired.
"Potter and his friends answered my letter with these, my Lord," Macnair answered immediately, sounding curiously like he was about to explode at any given moment. "Everyone, have a look. I warn you, you may lose your appetite to eat your breakfast so please carry on if you still want to eat. Amy, Alecto – you need to see this one in particular."
"Stop calling me Amy!" Amycus grumbled as Macnair approached him and his twin sister, fishing another picture from his robes. Macnair handed the photo to Alecto, who was frowning in confusion.
"Mr. Mupples, what is it? What have you got there? Whatever is the matter?" Bellatrix frowned as Mr. Mupples rolled over to her with one of the photos. There was an angry face drawn on his etch-a-sketch. A very angry face; murderous even. When Mr. Mupples reached her, he dropped the photo on her empty plate.
Bellatrix picked it up; possibly for the first time in a long time, her eyes began widening.
I must not tell lies. Those were the words etched into the skin of the hand pictured in the photograph. Bellatrix's dark eyes were blazing dangerously. Mr. Mupples then started nudging the back of the photograph. Voldemort's lieutenant took the hint and turned it around.
Harry Potter, Gryffindor – age last year, 15
Every single window in the grand room immediately began to crack simultaneously, causing everyone to flinch. A few of the nicer waves in the room too suddenly began to crack. "THAT FILTHY, HALF-BLOOD LEECH HURT MR. MUPPLES' PAPA!" Bellatrix shrieked, eyes practically dancing with fire. "SO THIS IS HOW SHE HURT THE KIDDIES! I AM GOING TO ENJOY HEARING HER SCREAM!"
There was now an axe and chopping block drawn on Mr. Mupples' etch-a-sketch. It was perhaps this outburst from Bella that had the rest of the Death Eaters, Fenrir and his pack, Voldemort, Nagini and Thalia dive into the pile of photos on the table as well. It was Alecto, however, who was next to explode; she had just recovered from the shellshock of seeing her poor nieces' scarred hands.
The windows started to crack further and the grand mirror was split in half.
"THAT ILL-DRESSED NIGHT HAG HURT OUR FLORA AND HESTIA!" Alecto wailed, shoving the photos quickly in a shocked Amycus' face. "I WILL SMASH EVERY SINGLE ONE OF HER KITTY PLATES! I WILL TURN ALL OF HER CLOTHES YELLOW OR ORANGE! I WILL REPLACE ALL OF HER KITTY PLATES WITH DOG ONES!"
Nagini and Thalia were just as furious at the photographs.
*This poor excuse of a walker does not deserve to breathe! She harmed the hatchlings!* Nagini spat.
*I say we find a way to carve 'I must not harm hatchlings' into her own skin and see how she likes it!* Voldemort had not heard Thalia be this angry in a while, and he would never admit it to another living soul, but it scared the heebies-jeebies out of him.
But Voldemort, after seeing too many of those scarred hands of children – including Slytherin children – found that he was just as incensed as his snakes and his followers. The Dark Lord was aware he had done many unspeakable things in the past; most had been done with good reason. But making someone use a Blood Quill in an effort to torture them and perhaps debilitate them?
Not even Voldemort would ever countenance doing something that. It was unnecessarily cruel. The Dark Lord continued to quietly seethe away. His Death Eaters, however, continued to voice their displeasure.
Amycus's own countenance contorted with rage at the photos, especially the one of Flora and Hestia's hands. "I say we feed the Umbridge woman to a Gringotts dragon."
"Good idea. I say we feed her to the Ukrainian Ironbelly that guards the Lestrange Vaults," Rabastan, who had just looked at a total of six photos, suggested, eyes dancing with sadistic intent.
"That is dragon abuse," Rowle sneered.
"We don't want to give that poor dragon a stomach ache," Rodolphus agreed, eyes still fixed on the photos in front of him.
"I think I am going to use this woman for some new spells I have been designing," Dolohov sneered, eyes dark with murderous intent.
"Yes, Mr. Mupples, we should send one of my potions! Or perhaps a cursed piece of jewellery! Ooooo, yes indeed, Mr. Mupples, one of my ugly dresses would be a good idea!" Bellatrix cackled.
"How … how did this happen?" Crystal Holland could barely believe what she and her pack were looking at.
"This, wolf, was done with a device known as a Blood Quill," Macnair explained darkly. "They are usually reserved only for signing official documents and are only meant to be used once. If used extensively, though … well, you see the results."
"Oh my God, this is disgusting," Hannah had to push the photos away from her, eyes dancing with tears. She was not the only one looking a little peaky – more than half the Greyback pack looked either set to cry or set to faint. The only one who looked relatively well was Fenrir, who was not as conflicted about what he was seeing. He had seen worse.
Mulciber was currently being kept in his seat by Jugson and Travers; the older Death Eater looked set to march to the Floo Network and risk Azkaban to march into the Ministry and Crucio Umbridge into St. Mungo's. Steam was practically coming out of Mulciber's ears. "I say we summon some fairies and find a way to lock her in the Otherworld!"
*Oooo, we can sell the woman for more rats! Now that is an idea!* Thalia lit up.
*Indeed. Severus is useful; this woman – isn't,* Nagini concurred readily.
Voldemort was rather tempted by this suggestion.
"Balthazar, the fairies would return her by the end of the week," Yaxley pointed out with an ugly sneer.
Avery Senior, who had been quietly plotting his own revenge plan, then lit up. "I say we use the Muggle 'magic' tricks to scare the woman into St. Mungo's."
"None of these make that woman suffer!" Bellatrix and Alecto wailed in unison. Mr. Mupples had a gallows drawn next to his chopping block at this point.
It was almost at this exact moment that Teddy Ruxpin appeared next to Mr. Mupples. "Getting hurt is not very nice. Did you get hurt?"
"Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no," Lysander Avery had his head in his hands. "I swear I locked that bloody box this time with almost fifty Locking Spells!"
Narcissa had been going through the photos in front of her, seething quietly; her eyes danced dangerously. Her fellow parents were also very red in the face. Lady Malfoy's jaw clenched. "I am going to write to Draco tonight and get some more information."
"Agreed," Lord Nott concurred immediately.
"I hope that Daphne could also shine some light on this matter," Lord Greengrass sighed in disbelief. "Good Merlin …"
"Well, clearly the children knew how to help themselves – they put their hands into Essence of Dittany," Rookwood spoke up for the first time; the Unspeakable had been shocked into silence with what he had seen. He pointed at the photos. "Look. The scars are not as bad as they should be."
The scars were quickly examined again.
"You're right," Mulciber conceded quietly.
"What's that, Mr. Mupples? The Mudblood Granger was responsible?" Bellatrix translated as her plushie bobbed. "So the filthy Mudblood has a good brain! Good to know."
Voldemort soon drew the group's attention back onto the matter of Dolores Umbridge's punishment. "Corban, you will be in charge of sssneaking a few of Madam Umbridge'sss giftsss into her office."
Yaxley paled but nodded curtly. "Yes, my Lord."
Much to the Dark Lord's surprise, Thalia sat up fully. *Send me as well, Tom! Corban is not as sneaky as I am.*
Both Nagini and Voldemort frowned.
*Thalia, you don't know your way around,* Nagini pointed out.
*Corban can show me!* Thalia argued. *You can't go, Nagini. People know what you look like. No one knows what Thalia looks like! Send Agent Thalia on the case!*
Voldemort found he couldn't argue with that. Plus, Thalia was small enough to be unassuming and no one in the Ministry knows that she exists. It could work.
*Very well,* Voldemort agreed. He turned to Yaxley, who had been watching with a pale face. "Corban, take Thalia with you."
Yaxley did not look too happy about this, but nodded. "Of course, my Lord."
The young ball python slithered across the table, then up Yaxley's arm and into one of his robe pockets. At this point, Bella, Antonin and several of the werewolves went to gather some things for Yaxley and Thalia to deliver to the Senior Undersecretary. While he watched, Voldemort had already decided he was going to send a Howler to both Severus and Minerva regarding the children's scarred hands.
Once the atmosphere had calmed down a little, young Izzy turned her solemn attention onto Lord Malfoy, who was sitting shellshocked in his chair. "Mr. Malfoy, why do you make your elves work late? They should be in bed by a certain time or they can't work, you know."
The comment took everyone off guard. Lucius blinked a total of ten times and then frowned at the wolf. "I do, little miss. They are meant to be in bed by ten until summoned," Lord Malfoy replied. He frowned. "May I ask why you think I make them work late?"
"Because three of them were out of bed," Izzy replied simply as she sipped her orange juice.
"Three of our elves were out of bed?" Narcissa could barely believe her ears.
"Yes," the werewolf confirmed again.
Macnair froze for a moment and then tilted his head at the child. "How do you know three of the elves were out of bed?" he asked carefully.
"Because I saw them, sir," Izzy answered with a small sigh. "I heard them when I needed to go to the toilet."
-Flashback-
Izzy and Lady Flopears snuck out of the room she shared with two of the ten-year-old wolves, Phoebe and Sophie, and padded down the corridor in the direction of the nearest toilet, carefully tip-toeing to make sure that she didn't accidentally wake anyone up. Phoebe was always cranky if woken too early; the full moon approaching made it worse.
There wasn't much noise coming from the other rooms apart from snoring until Izzy heard voices.
"-all the study cabinets are full. Good job, Winky! Kreacher should have filled all the pantries. Kreacher bad elf!"
"Kreacher will not give filth to Miss Cissy and Miss Bella. Dobby is the bad excuse for an elf."
"Kreacher will follow instructions or Dobby hit Kreacher with a shoe."
Izzy padded to the toilet, shaking her head. Lord Malfoy was still getting house elves to do the stocking at night. This was not good at all. The young wolf did her business and then went back to her room.
"Kreacher will leave bottles in the library," the girl elf stated grumpily.
"Winky does not get to tell Kreacher what to do."
"Yes, Winky does," the girl elf replied primly. "The young Master said so!"
Izzy felt too tired to continue to try and listen, so she went straight back to bed.
-Flashback ends-
"As I said, they were doing midnight work," Izzy finished.
Lucius was paler than freshly fallen snow; Narcissa and Bellatrix were exchanging a knowing look. Izzy was extremely confused by this reaction.
"Sir, what is it?" she wanted to know.
Lord Malfoy did not immediately answer. He simply jumped to his feet and ran out of the room while simultaneously screaming, "those elves were not miiiiiine!"
Everyone watched him bolt out of the room in utter complete confusion; Voldemort could not even find it in him to get annoyed that his former favourite had left the room without offering an explanation to what he meant.
"Those elves were not his?" Beynon repeated in disbelief.
"Kreacher is the Black Family elf," Narcissa explained quietly. "Dobby was one of ours until Lucius was tricked into setting him free by none other than Harry Potter himself when he was just twelve. Lucius came home in a strop that day."
Most of the Death Eaters lit up at hearing that.
"What? More than usual?" Rabastan snorted.
"Winky was the Crouch Family elf," Dolohov added with a frown. "She was one of the reasons Barty did not completely lose his sanity, every time he was forced to go back home for the holidays."
"But why would all three of those elves be here, and under whose orders?" Yaxley wanted to know.
"Well, I suppose we can ask that children that too," Mr. Bulstrode, who had finally managed to pull his eyes away from the photos in front of him, pointed out.
"Indeed," Voldemort agreed readily. "But for now, we continue our busssinessss. Yaxley, disssmisssed!"
Yaxley bowed lowly, and with Thalia safely coiled in his pocket, went to execute the Dark Side's revenge plot against one Dolores Umbridge.
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Scarhead,
You must have been cursed by some kind of primeval entity to think that sending those Boglins and Pet Monsters to us was ever going to be a good idea. Because of you I had to spend an embarrassing amount of time sleeping on the sofa in my room instead of my own bed because my wife was more concerned about the feelings of a plushie than her own husband! I will never forgive you for introducing us to Mr. Mupples and his friends; I hope the Dark Lord kills you slowly and painfully.
Regretfully I was not permitted to send you an owl that was thought to be possessed by the spirit of a girl's dead nanny; Augustus really does like to ruin my fun. He has been semi-adopted by a young werewolf and it has affected his bloody mind! I was also not allowed to buy an owl that could not shut up, because that is mean to the other residents in the Owlery. So I decided to send you this useless sleeping owl instead.
I hope it makes your Hedwig lose feathers with jealousy and-or confusion.
Rodolphus Lestrange
P.S. The Rubix Cubes were bloody annoying, so that is another thing I wanted to get you back for, you little shit.
Harry was still smirking at the letter, even though this was around the fifth time he was reading it. Most of the castle was still asleep but the Boy-Who-Was-Up-Early-After-Spending-A-Surprisingly-Peaceful-Night-Without-Nightmares was in the Owlery getting to know his new feathered friend.
Yesterday, Colin and Dennis had come back with the letter and saying that Hedwig and Jehoshaphat had made a friend in a new sleeping owl, and that Hedwig wanted the letter around its leg to be given to Harry. As it turned out, it was a retaliation 'present' from Bellatrix's stressed-out husband.
The Brown Fish owl was indeed a Mr. Sleepy Feathers. It never opened its eyes, not even when several of the owls in the Owlery tried to screech and hoot at it to wake it up. Harry didn't know why, but it was actually rather cute. Rookwood probably didn't dare mention that to Rodolphus in case the eldest Lestrange had a nervous breakdown! The son of Prongs cackled at that prospect.
But there was a very important matter Harry had to attend to: naming the owl. A name associated with sleep would be fitting, but Hypnos was just too easy. Paralysis could be fitting, considering the owl was just seemingly in a permanent state of slumber. The Boy-Who-Loved-Weird-And-Wacky-Names-For-Shit briefly considered Aurora before he discovered the owl was a male. So Harry decided to go back to Gods of Sleep names.
Morpheus was a pretty good one.
Besides, the name got the owl to twitch slightly, which Harry already counted as a win.
As per custom, Harry decided to quill a thank you letter to Rodolphus. The issue was, Hedwig was not back yet from her photo delivery mission – for some reason – and Harry frankly did not trust some of the Hogwarts owls with delivering a letter to a Death Eater without them hooting about it to a member of staff.
Plus, Pigwigeon was too small to make the journey to Malfoy Manor, which meant that left only one candidate left. The newly named Morpheus. Harry wondered if it was even possible for a semi-permanent sleeping bird to deliver mail but he decided to try and risk it anyway. He tied the letter around the owl's left leg and said, "OK, Morpheus, I have no idea if you can hear me, but I need you to deliver the letter I just put around your leg to Rodolphus Lestrange at Malfoy Manor. Can you do that for me?"
There was a moment of uneasy silence.
"… Hoot … Hoooot…" came the slurred reply from Morpheus.
"I suppose I am happy with that answer," Harry decided, biting his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing.
The next thing he knew, his new Brown Fish owl friend spread its wings and took off into the air – all the while still asleep – and didn't so much as crash into the wall of the Owlery as he did so.
Harry stood still on the same spot in shock for a few moment's more, blinking in disbelief. Once he recovered, the Boy-Who-Knew-That-Rodolphus-Had-Picked-Out-A-Really-Strange-Owl shrugged to himself and turned around to leave the Owlery.
It was at this precise moment that there was a CRACK!
Dobby, Winky and Kreacher stood before Harry, with Dobby and Winky looking pleased with themselves and Kreacher scowling away like a child who had been sent to the principal's office.
"Mr. Harry Potter, sir!" Dobby and Winky chorused in unison. "The mission was successful."
"The pantries were stocked with the Muggy alcolhol," Dobby continued. "The study cupboards as well." He then glared at Kreacher. "Kreacher tried to pull nasty tricks and did not do the job properly, but Dobby and Winky sorted him out."
"Traitor elves defiled the sacred space of Malfoy Manor. Traitor elves made Kreacher come with them into a shop full of filth," Kreacher growled at him. "Dobby and Winky lucky Kreacher was not permitted to put them in their proper place."
Winky turned to Harry fully. "Dobby, Kreacher and Winky bought the Muggy drinks in a Muggy shop with a Muggy metal buggy. Dobby got the bottles while Winky pushed and Kreacher tried to break the bottles like a bad elf. Winky put an end to that behaviour, sir!"
"Well done, Winky," Harry praised, eyes gleaming.
Winky continued. "While Dobby, Kreacher and Winky were shopping, Winky saw Master Rabastan Lestrange with a werewolf-"
"Young Lestrange was with a filthy half-breed!" Kreacher seethed. "Kreacher had to wash eyes out with soap."
"You should wash your tongue with soap too while you're at it," Harry growled. He then turned to Winky while Kreacher mumbled incoherently under his breath. "Continue Winky."
"Master Rabastan and Mr. Werewolf saw Dobby, Kreacher and Winky, sir, and Mr. Werewolf saw that Dobby struggled with putting bottles on the counter and that Winky could not hold the metallic buggy still," Winky continued. "Mr. Werewolf helped with packing and paying, sir. Then he and Master Rabastan left. Dobby, Kreacher and Winky waited until everyone was asleep, sir, and then went to work."
Harry smirked to himself. So Tyler Reed and Rabastan went out shopping together, huh?
"Well done, Winky. You too, Dobby. You did well. Kreacher, you will continue to do as they say!"
The three elves nodded – Kreacher more curtly than the other two – before the three of them disappeared with a POP!
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"Do you think our Lord will allow me to chop that woman's head off?" Macnair asked with a malicious grin as he, Rookwood, Rabastan, Reed and Lysander – who was trying to escape from Teddy Ruxpin for a bit – went out to begin their Gatewatch duties. Roden, Beynon and Holland were already perched on their spot on the wall.
"Unfortunately, I think our Lord may consider that death to be too quick and painless," Rookwood answered. "I definitely agree with that sentiment. That woman deserves to be put through hell."
"I think it would be fitting for her to end on Walden's chopping block, considering it is job to get rid of dangerous animals," Rabastan commented, eyes gleaming with a dark, menacing glint. "Maybe I should make her a poisonous smoothie the next time?"
"That could work," Reed grinned.
"But what if none of our tricks and spells work?" Lysander wanted to know. "We can't just let this woman get away with it!"
"I doubt our Lord has any desire to let the woman off the hook," Rookwood answered with a small, evil smirk. "If none of our little potions and what-not do not work, I am sure we can find some other angle to use against her."
"Such as?" Reed wanted to know.
"Well, Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones were amongst the children scarred," Rookwood pointed out. "Elizabeth Abbott and Amelia Bones are two of the most formidable witches that the Ministry has right now. Our Lord views them as two of our greatest threats and until recently, wanted to be rid of them permanently. However, if they know what happened to Hannah and Susan …"
"Their formidable influence could be used to our advantage," Rabastan finished with a grin.
"They would have to be convinced to cooperate first," Lysander pointed out.
"I am pretty sure our photos will help with that," Macnair countered, eyes still bathed with fury. He then frowned and turned to Rabastan. "You didn't happen to catch the names of those three elves you and Reed helped, did you?"
"To be honest, I wasn't paying attention," Rabastan flushed.
"I am pretty sure their names were Dobby, Winky and Kreacher, like Izzy said," Reed answered. He frowned. "I don't understand how they managed to get into the Manor, though. I didn't smell any foreign scents last night."
"Elves can get in just about anywhere," Rookwood explained. "The only way they can't get into a place, is if they are banned by name and even then it doesn't stop them completely. They could still get into the garden or onto the roof."
"They can even get in via chimneys," Rabastan added with a grin. "Which is why so many myths that Muggles have involve elves and spirits coming in via the chimney. It was because there were Muggles who accidentally witnessed elves having to use a chimney to get into a place."
"How would you know this?" Lysander demanded.
"I read it in a book on Muggle and magical crossover incidents in the library at Hogwarts during sixth year," Rabastan admitted, turning bright red. "I was bored and had a free period, so I randomly just grabbed books off the shelf. Until now, I didn't really bother remembering much about what I read, but now I think the information might come in useful."
Lysander snorted at that but made no other remarks.
It was at this point that the werewolves' ears pricked up; Reed's countenance was soon in possession of a Cheshire cat grin. The Death Eaters lit up – the new batch of pranks had arrived!
"On a scale of one to ten, how much is Dolph going to hate his prank?" Macnair asked with a smirk.
"Eleven, most likely," Rabastan chuckled.
"Gentlemen, colours!" Reed stated.
"Red!" Lysander and Rookwood chorused.
"White!" Rabastan added.
Macnair scowled a little at the young Lestrange for taking the colour he wanted. "Brown."
Roden, Beynon and Holland had been keeping an eagle-eye out on the road and as soon as they saw the colours, turned around for a moment. "THREE WHITE AND TWO BROWN!" they chorused excitedly.
Lysander and Rookwood deflated instantly while Rabastan and Macnair looked like Yule had come early. Reed chuckled at his wizard friends.
The Muggles pulled up outside the Manor; one of them was apparently so used to coming to the Manor that he had pre-emptively rolled his window down and had greeted the werewolves up on the walls.
"Hello there, kids! We are back again!" he announced, sounding both happy, tired and relieved at the same time.
"Hello, sir!" the wolves chorused.
"Again?!" one of the UPS Muggles repeated as they too rolled their window down. "You mean to tell me you have had to find this damn place before?!"
"I swear I have gotten silver hair from the stress!" the second UPS Muggle added. "I thought that all those rumours we have been hearing going around was just complete hogwash but apparently we have just been proven wrong."
"The place is rather hidden," Crystal forced herself to concede with a small smirk. "Who are your deliveries for?"
The other windows went down and the clipboards were whipped out.
"I have a deliver for a Mr. Ted Ruxpin," came the first answer from one of the Amazon Muggles.
The three werewolves very nearly fell off the wall in surprise.
Oh no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! That freaky teddy was also getting pranks now!
Clearly the Death Eaters and Reed saw that these young adults were shocked into silence because Reed called out. "Lydia, Rhydian, Crystal – what is it?"
"TEDDY RUXPIN IS TARGET NUMBER ONE!" came the chorus no one expected.
Lysander was paler than snow in five seconds flat. "Merciful Merlin … no. Nononononononononononono!"
"For fuck's sake," Rookwood concurred readily, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Macnair chuckled. "Well, as long as Potter has done what I asked and given something that makes the thing slightly more bearable, I am all right with it."
"Issue is, Potter does what Potter wants," Rabastan reminded glumly.
"And your little wizard usually wants to make you cry," Reed added with a slight smirk.
The Muggles continued listing meanwhile.
"I have a delivery Miss N. Snake," stated one of the UPS Muggles.
"And I think I have one for her sister, because I have one for a Miss T. Snake," added the second UPS Muggle, looking extremely nonplussed.
Crystal shouted, "NAGINI AND THALIA ARE TARGETS TWO AND THREE!"
"Oh boy," Reed sighed as Rabastan paled, Lysander looked set to faint and Rookwood looked panicked. "There go our eardrums. Again."
"Thalia will be disappointed to miss her gift," Macnair added solemnly.
"I should apologise in advance, but I have a delivery for a Mr. Mupples," the Amazon Muggle who apparently had been here before informed, looking as though he was trying not to laugh.
"MR. MUPPLES IS TARGET NUMBER PEDWAR!" Beynon shouted excitedly.
"I think I am going to hide in my chambers," Lysander stated, utterly deadpan.
"OK, now I am definitely going to get some earplugs," Reed agreed.
"May I have some too?" Rabastan asked faintly.
"Rodolphus is going to have a fit," Rookwood sighed.
Macnair cackled away.
"And I have a delivery for a Mr. Rod-ol-phus Lestrange," the last Amazon Muggle added, carefully enunciating the name with a frown.
"RODOLPHUS IS THE LAST TARGET!" Roden called.
"And so, the fun begins!" Macnair stated gleefully.
The Amazon Muggle acquainted with the odd system at Malfoy Manor smiled jovially at the young wolves. "I take it we still ring the bell?"
"Yes, sir!"
The guy looked to his left colleague. "Ryan, you're closest to the bell. Ring it!"
Ryan, looking utterly flabbergasted, did as he was told.
BBBBRRRRRIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!
"They're baaaaaaack!" all the werewolves cheered as the sprinted from all corners of the Manor to the parlour.
Fenrir, who had been playing cards with Jugson, Travers, Rodolphus and Avery Senior, grinned at his ally as Avery Senior cleared the cards away. "Ready for the pain, Lestrange?"
"Shut up," Rodolphus grumbled as the rest of the Death Eaters came into the parlour. Narcissa and Lucius, who had managed to somehow find a bottle of spirits, followed the group, looking extremely resigned.
The silver orb soon floated over to the two home owners. The job of addressing the Muggles was once again left to Narcissa because Lucius was already pouring himself a glass.
"Hello, Mrs. Malfoy!" came the jolly tones from one of the Muggles Narcissa could have sworn had visited the Manor before. "We are back!"
"Yes, I see that," Narcissa sighed. "For whom are your deliveries this time?"
As usual, the listing started up again.
"I have a delivery for a Mr. Ted Ruxpin, ma'am!"
There was an ominous silence in the parlour; a few gulps from the young wolves could be heard.
*Python have mercy on us,* Nagini commented faintly.
Almost on cue, the teddy bear in question appeared to the left of Mr. Mupples.
"Today is a good day," the teddy commented.
"I disagree," Travers muttered.
"I have a delivery for a Miss N. Snake!"
Nagini perked up in an instant. Voldemort already prepared himself mentally for her badgering.
"I have one for her sister, Miss T. Snake!"
Nagini's excitement abated a little. *Tom, what do we do? Thalia is missing her present!*
*We will save them for her,* Voldemort promised.
The younger wolves were as disappointed as Nagini was.
"Awww, we don't get to see what Thalia has," Sebastian pouted.
"We will have to wait for Thalia to get back," Izzy agreed sadly.
"Waiting is so boring," Phoebe agreed.
"We could always just take a sneaky peak," Sophie suggested.
"Now, now, children," Hannah quickly seized control of the situation. "Settle. We will not look into Thalia's box."
"She's just a damn snake, Hannah," Fenrir growled. "Let them open it!"
He regretted the words almost immediately when the Dark Lord turned on him with neon red eyes.
The Muggles continued. "I apologise, ma'am, I have one for a Mr. Mupples!"
An exhausted sigh ran around the room; an excited, happy face was immediately drawn on the etch-a-sketch. Bellatrix too was giddily clapping her hands together. Even Teddy Ruxpin somehow looked happier.
"Fucking fantastic," Rodolphus growled.
"As if that plushie can't be spoilt enough," Rowle agreed.
"I have a delivery for Mr. Rod-ol-phus Lestrange!" added the last Muggle.
Heir Lestrange hung his head almost in despair at this point, his wife awkwardly petting his arm. Mr. Mupples' drawing somehow looked even happier than before.
"As was expected!" Mulciber stated happily.
"I am willing to bet it some kind of anti-stress toy or something," Avery Senior commented.
"Probably alcohol," Amycus guessed with a smirk. "Have a drinking buddy for dear old Lucy."
"Or it could be child care nonsense for Mr. Mupples," Alecto added. Rodolphus blanched at this. "Given that Potter can't be a plushie papa twenty-four hours a day."
The rest of the Death Eaters and werewolves snickered away at that.
Mr. Mupples starting bobbing again.
"What is it, Mr. Mupples? You want to play? We can play a game later – Cluedo? What … what do you mean you want to make something? We can make a new potion – Mr. Mupples, I do not understand!" Bellatrix wailed.
Narcissa waved her hand and let the Muggles onto her property, looking like she needed to go to bed straight after dinner. Voldemort quietly shared that sentiment but highly doubted that was going to be possible.
Outside, the Muggles drove their vans up the drive way and promptly began unpacking their boxes, with the help of Reed, Rabastan and Rookwood. Lydia and Crystal ended up helping the UPS Muggles delivering Thalia's gifts with one long package.
Nagini, who had forgotten which Muggle was delivering her prank gifts, got excited at seeing this. *Is that one for me or Thalia, Tom?*
Voldemort huffed. *I know I am a Legilimens, but I do not have foresight, Nagini!*
Once all the packages were unloaded – three for Teddy Ruxpin, five for Nagini, five for Thalia, ten for Mr. Mupples and twenty for Rodolphus – Reed signed the packages off and the Muggles drove off just as the boxes were being loaded inside by some of the lower rank guards and their kittens. A couple of the boxes were brought in for the two plushies, one snake and one Death Eater who were being pranked and were present. Thalia's gifts were kept out in the hall, with a couple of kittens guarding them.
Macnair brought the boxes for the plushies and Reed carried one of the boxes for Nagini because Lysander was too scared. Rodolphus glared at his younger brother as the latter jovially brought one of his boxes over to him. Rabastan happily ignored the glares that he was receiving.
"Soooo, who goes first?" Jugson asked carefully.
"I think human first, then snake, then plushies," Fenrir suggested with a smirk, earning himself a dirty look from Rodolphus.
Nagini looked affronted by this. *Snake first, then human! Filthy dog has no manners. Nagini needs to tell the Potter hatchling that Fenrir needs obedience lessons.*
Voldemort paled a little at hearing this. *I do not think that is a good idea, Nagini.*
Why not? It sounds like a good idea to me!
Oh no.
The Dark Lord's jaw clenched. Harry. How delightful that you could join us.
Boy Wonder naturally decided to deliberately ignore the sarcasm in his archenemy's tone. I know! I thought so too. The library is a little too quiet for my taste so I decided to pop in and say hello.
You are irritatingly chipper, Voldemort noted coolly. What has happened?
Oh nothing! I just had a lot of coffee this morning, was the annoyingly blasé answer from the Boy-Who-Annoyed-Voldemort-Just-By-Breathing.
Just stay quiet and watch, Voldemort stated snappily.
As you say, Captain Grumpy.
The Dark Lord chose to ignore that last comment. Voldemort drew his wand. "We will do Nagini'ssss presssent firssst," he decided.
That will also get the complaining out of the way, he added internally, causing Harry to start chuckling.
One Cutting Charm later, the box was open and Nagini was sticking her snoot into the box, looking into it eagerly. What was in it, was video cassette after video cassette with different names on the labels on the front. They didn't look like movies at all – it just said someone's name and age. Voldemort frowned at this, especially when he heard the evil cackling of the Boy-Who-Had-Well-And-Truly-Lost-His-Mind.
The Death Eaters and some of the werewolves, especially the kids, were confused as well. Reed and Mr. Mupples, and through him Bellatrix, did know. The Beta of the Greyback pack started chuckling. Fenrir and Hannah cocked their heads at this reaction.
"Tyler? What is it?" Fenrir inquired, giving his old friend a nudge.
Mr. Mupples began bobbing madly. Bellatrix started laughing. "Oh really, Mr. Mupples? They are for Tom? … Dating candidates, you say?"
Harry already could be heard chuckling quietly in the Dark Lord's head.
Voldemort already ducked his head and Mulciber looked set to faint as the rest of the group started laughing. Nagini looked ecstatic. *The Potter hatchling has discovered potential mates. I cannot wait to tell Thalia and watch these.*
Hannah laughed. "OK, so we have had the snake! Human next!"
Rodolphus really did not look like he wanted to do this, but he also didn't dare voice his disagreement out loud. The Dark Lord had a higher tolerance level, but that didn't mean Rodolphus could not end up with more Boglins and a Cruciatus. The Lestrange heir drew his wand and opened his box with just one Cutting Charm.
Rodolphus ignored the anticipation of Bella and Rabastan next to him as he lifted out colourful anti-stress bags and bath time sets; one of them happened to be hibiscus, which was Bella's favourite. The anti-stress had everything from nice scents to stress balls one could squeeze.
"Ooooo, itty bitty Harry send you some nice things, Dolph!" Bella sang happily. "Yes, indeed, Mr. Mupples, Dolph is very lucky!"
The eldest Lestrange's jaws clenched.
"I think it is Mr. Mupples' turn next," Rabastan added with a smirk. Rodolphus' eyes blazed with annoyance.
"Uncle Basti is completely right!" Bellatrix turned giddy once more, drawing her knife and stepping up to the box. Mr. Mupples rolled eagerly over to his box. "Let us have a look to see what your papa sent!"
Mr. Mupples bobbed in agreement as Bella gutted the box. Bella swiftly began unpacking brightly coloured box after brightly coloured box with several different names: Play-Doh Magic Colour, Play-Doh Rose Garden, Play-Doh Dollhouse Family, Play-Doh Gold and Silver, Play-Doh Monster Truck and several other names that went swimming in front of her eyes.
"What in the name of Merlin's sainted sister is that supposed to be?" Amycus demanded with disgust as a few of the adolescent wolves had to restrain Sebastian, Izzy, Phoebe and Sophie from taking Mr. Mupples' present.
"Play-Doh; you build something out of brightly coloured clay, essentially," Hannah explained.
Bellatrix lit up. "Oh, so this is what you meant by creating something! That sounds indeed like fun, Mr. Mupples! We can actually build a proper gallows now."
Last but not least, Teddy Ruxpin. The attention soon turned onto the box in front of the teddy, who was once again cackling away maniacally. It was safe to say that no one dared to so much as breathe at this point, let alone move to open the box. Eventually, Macnair huffed.
"Fine! I'll do it," he stated, drawing his wand.
After all, Macnair had asked Potter to send something to make the teddy more tolerable to live with. One Cutting Charm later, the box was open. No one dared to move closer to the box in case they set off dear old Teddy Ruxpin so Macnair started lifting out the cassettes: Summertime with Teddy Ruxpin, Grand Funk Railroad for Teddy Ruxpin, Creedence Clearwater for Teddy Ruxpin, Uncle Grubby, The Story of The Faded Fobs, Tweeg and the Bounders, Teddy's Winter Adventure, The Airship, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, Water Safety with Teddy Ruxpin and The Missing Princess were some of the titles amongst the tapes. Some of them even came with a book to read along with – goodie.
"Cassettes," Sebastian gulped. "Oh boy …"
"Let's hope they work," Izzy shuddered. "My cousin's Teddy Ruxpin talked sometimes over the story …"
"HA! HA! HA!"
"Right, I say we try one immediately!" Mulciber stated firmly.
"Agreed," Macnair picked up the Grand Funk Railroad tape and immediately set to work inserting it into Teddy Ruxpin.
"Ow, that hurts! Be careful!"
*I wish Thalia was here,* Nagini complained, hiding in Voldemort's cloak – quite badly, due to her size.
*As do I,* Voldemort readily agreed.
Well, I think I have seen enough, Voldemort had forgotten Harry had witnessed everything. Thanks Voldie! See you tonight!
The Dark Lord sighed derisively. The boy was gone before he could make a petulant retort. How rude.
"Mr. Mupples, what is it – what do you mean open a window?" Bellatrix frowned.
One of the older werewolves who had been near to the windows suddenly shouted, "INCOMING!" and flung the windows closest to him wide open. Seconds later, in flew a Brown Fish owl that headed straight for Rodolphus, and promptly collided with the Death Eater.
It was safe to say the floor was soon littered with Death Munchers and werewolves struggling to breathe. Rodolphus' homicidal inclinations arose when he saw it was the Mr. Sleepy Feathers he had sent to Potter as a retaliation prank! Rookwood was already smirking at this as well.
Rodolphus untied the letter as Rabastan took the owl away from his brother just in case. The eldest Lestrange barely cared; he was too focused on the letter.
Hey Rodo,
I see life as a step parent to a plushie really is not up your alley! That's just too bad. Well, it is a good thing my friends and I are agreed that you should have some help dealing with the stress because apparently aging happens more rapidly due to stress. We don't want you looking like you're two hundred when you're forty right? By the way, thanks for the new owl. Hedwig has not come back yet and Morpheus was only too happy to deliver this letter.
Do you like the name? If you don't, you should have named him before you sent him to me! Anyway, enjoy the rest of your day – if you can.
Harry.
P.S. Are Rabastan and Reed dating yet?
The steam was practically coming from Rodolphus' ears when Bella took the letter and read it together with Mr. Mupples. Dolohov, Macnair and Rowle immediately started to laugh.
"I think Dolph's prank backfired," Rowle commented.
"Dolph is going to have to try again," Macnair agreed giddily.
"Shut the fuck up," Rodolphus growled.
"Dolph, I think you should actually use some of that bath stuff tonight. It might help," Dolohov decided to risk a curse or two with that comment.
Heir Lestrange promptly stormed out of the room after that comment, laughter following him close behind.
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Corban Yaxley was on one hand surprised and on the other hand dismayed at how easily he had managed to smuggle Thalia into the Ministry with him. Only his wand was checked at entrances; not even his pockets were searched. If they had done, the security wizards would have found cause to summon half the Auror department. But that did not happen; it really was no wonder that the Dark Lord was quickly gaining the upper hand on the Ministry.
Yaxley made his way to the first floor, where he knew the Senior Undersecretary's office was located, ignoring any glares from rivals and enemies and casual greetings from allies and neutral parties. Thalia hissed contently the whole way.
*So nice and warm … a lot of noise, though,* she commented to herself. *The walkers should also get some better music for in their strange boxes that go bing. Or get some better opera singers.*
Yaxley ignored the snake as he strutted his way down the corridor as though he belonged there. That is until he stopped in front of the desk that belonged to one of the more low ranking typists. The young woman in question – an unassuming girl with dark hair and dark eyes – looked up momentarily from her work, looking slightly annoyed.
"Mr. Yaxley," she stated civilly. "What can I do for you?"
"Is Ms. Umbridge in her office?" Yaxley wanted to know. "I was told that there was an issue she wished to discuss with me but I have not been able to attend to it until now."
The typist frowned. "Ms. Umbridge is on her lunch break at present, sir. If you wait inside for half an hour I am sure she will be back soon."
"Thank you," Yaxley responded as civilly as he could manage and breezed into the Senior Undersecretary's somehow-unlocked office. It was almost as though this woman was pretty sure no one would be foolhardy enough to break into her offices.
The office was a blizzard of pink, as usual – and not the pretty kind. Even the salmon pink dress Potter had sent Narcissa was prettier than the shade of pink that decorated the walls, carpets, curtains and furniture. Morgana, even the woman's freaking sugar was pink somehow! The kitty plates all started mewing at him in greeting.
Yaxley already wanted to vomit. He took a few deep breaths and then opened his pockets. "All right, Thalia – to work."
*It is mission time for Agent Thalia!* the young ball python hissed excitedly, her body coiled around several of the dubious potion bottles as she slithered down to the floor. *Sneaky snake, Thalia is a sneaky, sneaky, sneaky snake! Thalia will put one bottle here … replace the milk … replace this one … maybe hide one in a cupboard … yes, good idea…*
Yaxley watched the young snake work in fascination after hiding Bella's strangle gown in one of Umbridge's closets. Thalia was soon back for Antonin's latest spell craft, which was a rather pretty lioness statue. The ball python put the statue cleverly with a bunch of other kitty statues that she had spotted on top of one of Umbridge's more frilly-decorated cabinets that was full of glass vials that contained Yaxley-dared-not-think-what.
Must be baby tears, Yaxley thought to himself derisively. Or the blood from her own students.
Either one would not really surprise him.
"-Mr. Yaxley is waiting to see you, ma'am," Yaxley heard the typist say.
The Death Eater blanched. Thalia darted as quickly as she could for the underside of the cabinet she was currently on, and not a moment too soon because the door opened and in walked the pink demon toad herself. Curly hair fixed with an ugly bow and dressed in the most heinous shades of pink.
"Ah, Corban Yaxley! This is a pleasant surprise," the woman stated in a false sweet tone that made Yaxley's stomach turn quite violently. "I see that someone has finally decided to take my little problem seriously."
She gave a girlish giggle that Yaxley really wanted to hex her for.
"Indeed, ma'am," he forced himself to answer. He knew he had to distract the woman so Thalia could make her escape; if anything happened to that snake, the Dark Lord would forgo the Boglins and simply put Yaxley under an extensive Cruciatus. Thus, the Death Eater gathered what little courage he had. "However, it wasn't made all too clear what the precise problem is."
Umbridge sighed dramatically. "Well, then! I will enlighten you. Come this way. Would you like a cup of tea?"
"No thank you," Yaxley responded tensely as he was forced to sit down into one of the ugly pink chairs. He knew very well that if he drank anything given by her that he would not be able to keep it in his stomach.
While Yaxley distracted the ugly pink thing, Thalia carefully assessed the best path back to Yaxley without being detected. She didn't dare to talk to herself out loud, just in case the demon toad had supernatural hearing, so internally debated instead.
Going straight is not a good idea … to dangerous. Hmmm … going behind Yaxley would put Agent Thalia in the line of sight of the target … not a good idea either. Perhaps Agent Thalia should go behind the target? Yes, that could work …
The young ball python began to carefully snake her way towards the back of the ugly pink office, making sure to stay as close to the wall as she could possibly manage. That was one of the only good things about so many cabinets and bookcases and furniture in one room; Thalia had enough hiding places and soon, she found herself staring at the back of Umbridge's head. Thalia took a deep breath and then started the treacherous journey towards the desk. The young ball python then contemplated going under the desk, but knew that she risked brushing up against the pink beast so decided to go left to the side of the desk and then slithered up Yaxley's chair and into his robes from there.
They must have had some kind of guardian that day – be it Merlin or Python – because Umbridge continued nattering away, not noticing a single thing; even with all of Yaxley's distraction tactics.
Yaxley already decided he was going to treat himself to one of Lucy's new drinks and a bath once he got back to Malfoy Manor.
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The one thing that no one at Hogwarts had foreseen that day – except perhaps Professor Trelawney for a moment, but as usual no one took her seriously – was an influx of owls that arrived at dinner. Jehoshaphat and Hedwig were amongst the parliament, and they had immediately flown over to Harry, who looked like he had just won a mountain of chocolate to bribe Remus Lupin with in the future, with two letters. Morpheus was with them, still asleep with a letter too. The rest of the owls went straight for Draco, Theo, Daphne, Blaise, Pansy, Millicent, Gregory, Vincent, Snape, McGonagall and Dumbledore. While Dumbledore looked amused, especially after Trelawney fainted into her soup, the others did not.
Especially at the fact that the envelopes containing their letters were red and smoking. Howlers.
"Well, well, this should be interesting," Dumbledore stated as he casually opened his.
Seconds later-
ALBUS TOO-MANY-NAMES-TO-LIST DUMBLEDORE,
HOW DARE YOU ALLOW THAT WOMAN UMBRIDGE ANYWAY NEAR THE STUDENTS! I WISH I COULD SAY THAT I AM SURPRISED BUT CONSIDERING YOUR TRACK RECORD WHEN IT COMES TO PROTECTING VULNERABLE CHILDREN, I REALLY AM NOT!
I WONDER HOW MANY – IF ANY – CAME TO YOU FOR HELP AND YOU SIMPLY SENT THEM ON THEIR WAY!
WE WILL DO WHAT YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE!
The words were still echoing around the Hall when the Howler sent itself up into flames, which curled themselves into a not so subtle Dark Mark that had caused more than half of the students to pale dangerously. Even Flitwick looked like he was about to topple from his seat.
"Oh dear," Dumbledore looked extremely glum at this point.
"Oh dear?" McGonagall paled. "That was a Howler from You-Know-Who and all you have to say to that is oh dear?!"
"Minerva, I think we should concern ourselves with our own Howlers," Snape stated grimly, already internally bracing himself as he reached for his own. He was fully aware that all eyes were now on him, especially as the golden seal on the back of the Howler was broken.
SEVERUS TOBIAS SNAPE,
HOW DARE YOU ALLOW YOUR STUDENTS – SNAKES OR OTHERWISE – BE TORTURED UNDER YOUR SUPERVISION! CONSIDERING WHAT YOU YOURSELF WENT THROUGH I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT YOU WOULD THINK TWICE BEFORE ALLOWING ABUSE TO HAPPEN!
This already sent more than half the student body gaping in disbelief. Snape's face was already pink at this point. The Howler continued.
DID YOU DO ANYTHING TO HELP? BECAUSE ACCORDING TO MR. MUPPLES, IT WAS A MUD- MUGGLEBORN WITCH OF FIFTEEN WHO DID THE JOB YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE DOING!
Hermione was in utterly disbelief at this point, as were her friends and fellow housemates. Did Voldemort … just compliment her?
I EXPECT BETTER FROM YOU AND IF I DO NOT HEAR THAT YOU ARE DOING BETTER, YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU WERE BORN!
Finally the Howler exploded into fireworks that left an effigy of a snake in the air. That left only McGonagall, who was still reeling from the other two Howlers everyone was forced to endure listening to. From He Who Must Not Be Named, no less. Who had somehow found out what had happened at the school the year before!
But how …?
Instinctively, McGonagall's eyes went straight for Harry More-Trouble-Than-James-And-Sirius-Put-Together Potter was sitting, watching the events in amusement, those verdant eyes sparkling with mirth. McGonagall braced herself as she mustered up her courage and opened the letter from the wizard who had once been a school rival of hers.
MINNIE MCGONAGALL,
I HAVE NOT BEEN SO DISAPPOINTED IN YOU SINCE YOU FAILED TO BEAT MY SCORES IN ARITHMANCY! WHAT IN THE NAME OF MORGANA WERE YOU DOING WHEN YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN PAYING BETTER ATTENTION TO YOUR STUDENTS? ANOTHER FURBALL IN YOUR THROAT, WAS THERE? I EXPECTED BETTER FROM SOMEONE WHO WAS THE YOUNGEST TRANSFIGURATION PROFESSOR IN HOGWARTS HISTORY!
WERE YOUR LIONS ACTING LIKE SNAKES AND HIDING THE TRUTH FROM YOU, AND YOU DIDN'T THINK THAT WAS STRANGE? I THOUGHT YOU WERE SMARTER THAN THAT, BUT APPARENTLY NOT! DID YOU TELL THEM TO TRY AND KEEP THEIR HEAD DOWN? THEY'RE CHILDREN! CHILDREN NEVER KEEP THEIR HEAD DOWN; WE DIDN'T!
I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON A FURBALL
With that, the letter shredded itself, leaving a gorgonised McGonagall and more than three hundred disbelieving students in its wake. It was in this creepy silence that Harry decided to open the letter from Macnair that Jehoshaphat had brought.
Potter,
Don't know when you will get this – hopefully it is after the three Howlers from my Lord – but I just wanted you to know that your photos are being taken seriously. Little Malfoy and his friends are getting a stern talking to from Narcissa and the others because apparently, they didn't say a thing about what had been going on at that sorry excuse of a school. Right now we are executing a plan against Umbridge; we have no idea if it will work, though. I will keep you posted.
Civil regards,
Walden Macnair
P.S. What the fuck is up with that bird Rodolphus sent you? It can fly in its sleep!
Harry smirked at the letter and then allowed his friends to read it while he dealt with the letter Hedwig was carrying.
Boy Wonder,
I am pretty sure you have opened the letter from Walden and heard our Lord's Howlers, so I will cut to the chase. I have sent a rather nifty little enchanted statue to the pink demon toad; I have no idea what the curse will do to her fully yet, but I can't wait to find out! I was wondering, if the curse works well enough on her, can I still pick an Order target for you?
Antonin Dolohov
Harry started chuckling.
"Something interesting?" Seamus asked eagerly as Ginny passed Harry back Macnair's letter.
"Definitely," Harry agreed with an evil grin, pocketing the third letter for later. "I can't believe I am saying this, but I wish the Death Eaters luck on this particular mission."
"Uh-oh," came the collective chorus from the Council of Pranks; most were grinning though.
Umbridge was not going to see this mayhem coming!
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Oh boy! It's about to begin! Will the Death Eaters' plan go swimmingly or will they have to try again? What will Draco and his friends tell their parents? How will the parents' react to their confessions? Will the story tapes make Teddy Ruxpin more or less creepy? Stay tuned to find out!
Oh my gods, my work schedule right now is all over the place; it just isn't funny! Plus I had a stressful week and am still slightly feverish so that hasn't been helping matters. Thank you everyone for your patience. It means a lot to me!
I wish to thank the prankster-reviewers who suggested the Play-Doh for Mr. Mupples and the story tapes for Teddy Ruxpin! I also want to thank the people who suggested all the comedy stuff for Thalia. You guys are all diabolical and I love reading all your suggestions!
I will see you guys in the next moment of madness!
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