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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Aug 2, 2006 11:04:26 GMT
(continuation of "The Guild the second gathering")
Boggleworth now Henry hurtled down the streets of hogsmeade, skipping over ruts and puddles in the road, and bounding over barrels and cavorting over crates.
this is how it used to be! What fun!
if you say so!
Henry chanced a quick glance over his shoulder and glared seeing Vandesar still giving chase.
don't worry we'll loose him
Henry dodged between students not giving Vandesar a clear view to use any spells.
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Post by Gabriel Vandesar on Aug 2, 2006 11:20:19 GMT
Vandesar's heart was racing hard, blood pumping up and down his neck to his head in great draughts so that he could hear it loud and clear like drums. All other noise seemed to be block out, as if he were underwater. The atmosphere seemed echoed and muffled. In his mind's eye he could still see the frozen image - the boy, his hands covered in blood, Death Eater after Death Eater slummed against the wall, bleeding on the stone floor - their faces all too familiar...
The Unspeakable snapped back to reality. Children and adults of all shapes and sizes milled about before him, going this way and that without order or thought or consideration for anyone trying to get anywhere. He swore loudly at a man and his daughter, and quickly barged past them. For a moment he spotted the boy bobbing away in the distance, and without hesitation he flew after him, knocking and punching people as he went.
His wand was held firmly before him, ready to attack when the time was right. He saw the boy turn left down a snicket up ahead. Perfect, he thought.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Aug 2, 2006 11:32:20 GMT
Henry kept running easily outpacing and increasing the gap. He hurtled down an alleyway
know anywhere to go? asked Henry frantically
Shrieking Shack I'll give directions keep straight on, watch out for that cart
Henry lept over the cart steadily increasing the gap
so who is this guy?
just the person sent to get me, he was good, almost too good!
great stuff, so we're in deep trouble then? turn left now
Henry dived down another alleyway then seeing a drain pipe scrambled up it with the skill of a lad who had done it many times before. He was now perched on the edge on the thatch of an ancient house. He scrambled along disturbing a few pigeons who cooed and flew away.
wow you're skilful!
I know!
Hoping he wasn't making too much nose he got to a window then gingerly but carefully prised it open, then slipped through...
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Post by Gabriel Vandesar on Aug 2, 2006 11:47:28 GMT
Vandesar rounded into the snicket, cursing as a cart blocked his way. He could no long hear the boy's footfalls as he had done before. The man pulling the cart muttered an apology, and Vandesar slipped past him silently, stepping lightly along the smooth cobbles. A small trail of steam poured from a broken pipe, water dripped down from a recently drenched flower box a few windows up. Everything was a little too quiet. Even if the boy was three streets away, Vandesar would be able to hear him. Was he hiding down here?
Vandesar walked slowly to each door near him, pushing to see if it were locked or being held shut. A harrassed looking witch staring out of a window quickly closed her soiled lace curtains. Looking up, the Unspeakable spotted pigeons flying about trying to find a place to land. They looked at though they had been disturbed. He strode to the other side of the alley, standing directly below. It was then that he spotted the fresh grasping marks smeered into the grubby old drain pipe next to him - someone had recently climbed it.
Pointing his wand at himself, Vandesar uttered a brief spell, and he was suddenly floating elegantly up towards an open window. He willed himself forward and stopped in front of it. Inside stood the boy.
"Caught you." Vandesar smiled darkly, flying in through the open window, his wand pointed at the boy's head.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Aug 2, 2006 11:58:23 GMT
Henry had entered a small quaint bedroom which barely managed to fit a four poster bed of all things,
well there's no accounting for taste
He heard the Unspeakable's movements below and knew his time would be up soon he looked around hoping for some inspiration, he found it grabbing an chamber pot from under the bed.
lovely and full
that should do nicely
Then he saw Vandesar at the window smiling cheekily he said with a wry grin "Oh I don't think so!" he then threw the contents of the chamber pot hitting Vandesar full on. Laughing he lunged for the door sprang into a thin corrdior and instead of using magic to lock the door he pushed a small wardrobe in front then ran towards the open window at the end of the hall. Out of the window there was a washing line strung across from one house to the next
perfect. Henry took a running jump as the door of the bedroom was being opened, then slid down the washing line into the crowded street below with a laugh.
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Post by Gabriel Vandesar on Aug 2, 2006 12:10:51 GMT
The pot flew at him, and Vandesar raised his eyebrows as the yellow liquid rose from the center. He waved his wand, and a mild shield charm sprung up around him, protecting him from the disgusting waste. The prospect of being covered in urine though had been enough for Vandesar to loose his concentration upon the boy, and by the time the shield was down, there was already a large purple wardrobe blocking the doorway - and the boy was no longer in the room.
Furiously Vandesar blasted the heavy wooden object with his wand. It burst into flame and splintered into a thousand pieces right before his eyes, and he wasted no time in letting the debrid settle before he was out into the corridor. An old man in a nightgowl and pointed hat was staring distraughtly at Vandesar. "Move, old man!" the Unspeakable shouted, knocking the frail pensioner back into his room. He just saw the boy's leg vanish out of a window ahead. He raced towards it, skidding to a hault by the window.
Amazingly the Hufflepuff had sailed his way down a washing line - and was already lost.
Vandesar stood still for a very long time, his wands gripping the window frame, the wood slowly snapping under his grasp. It had been that boy - he knew it. He had no doubt in his mind of who he was! And the boy clearly remembered too.
You were my one mistake as an Auror, child, he thought bitterly to himself. I shall fixed it as the Unspeakable I am!
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Aug 2, 2006 12:59:07 GMT
Henry landed heavily in the middle of the hustle and bustle of wizards going about their daily lives. He crouched so he couldn't be seen from above then began to creep away, dodging in and around the throng of bodies knowing he wouldn't be spotted easily he carried on down the main street. he thought of taking his robes off but saw a bunch of loud Hufflepuff third years ahead, he strode towards them and joined there group going along with their conversation
"ah yes the term's nearly over indeed, and no I think mustard is the best!" and when he judged the time was right he dived into a shop. It was a small cafeteria with very few customers
"can I help you sir?" asked a doddery old lady behind the counter
"no ta!" replied Henry pushing his way out the back.
ok which way now? he asked as he entered the back garden, he clambered over the fence into a cramped alleyway beyond. Landing in a puddle water spattered his robes.
nice one, we've lost him
for now
ok let me take over
if you're sure, but when e's around let me take control
....ok Boggleworth then re-gathered control over his body. Trudging down the alleyway he kept to the backstreets and wound his way around to the Shrieking Shack demanding an explanation from Henry...
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Post by amy3 on Aug 2, 2006 13:06:30 GMT
Nick stepped out of the pub, his head pounding. The sunlight was a shade too strong, and the crowd a tad too loud, but he was able enough to see the Hufflepuff he knew as Boggleworth crouching along between bodies. He looked distressed yet excited at the same time, and Nick watched him curiously as the disappeared into a cafe with a bunch of other students. "Funny person..." he thought drunkenly to himself.
He was about to shuffle off into the crowd himself, when he saw the unpleasant blonde man once me - jumping down from a high window. "Oh bloody hell." he mumbled.
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Post by Gabriel Vandesar on Aug 2, 2006 13:12:10 GMT
Vandesar could no longer hear the boy's footsteps. They had completely vanished amoung the noise of the high street. He'd landed below the window causing a few heads to turn and look from him to the window in amazement. One of his ankles did indeed hurt, and he cursed, knowing that was a sure sign he was getting too old for this job. He looked at his wrist watch and realised that he'd completely missed his meeting with his colleague. He started towards the pub, hoping that the man had not already left.
That was when he spotted the Slytherin boy. Grinning, he grabbed him before he could run off. "If you don't want me to hand you over to some lowly ministry body who would love to give you a reprimand, then I suggest you do me a little favour..." he whispered in the boy's ear, suddenly realising that with the help of the Slytherin, the Hufflepuff was not completely lost yet.
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Post by amy3 on Aug 2, 2006 13:28:13 GMT
Nick entered the tea show, his brow prickled with sweat. The fear Vandesar had so easily installed in him had quickly sobered him up, and now he was desperately scanning the tea shop for Boggleworth. A large old woman was staring at a door into the back of the shop, baffled. That door was Nick's best bet, and so he ran through it. If he did not find Boggleworth for Vandesar soon, then he'd be in a lot of trouble...
He arrived in a small courtyard that had been made into a garden. The fence before him was wobbling slightly, and Nick realised Boggleworth must have bolted over it. He followed in persuit - and just in time caught the Hufflepuff vanishing up ahead along the alley. "He's going to the Shrieking Shack." Nick said, speaking into the tip of his wand. Vandesar did not reply, and guessed he was already on his way.
Nick sprinted after Boggleworth, hoping not to be seen.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Aug 2, 2006 13:36:30 GMT
Boggleworth didn't lessen his pace he knew there was still a very real chance of being followed, he wouldn't stop intill he was safely tucked into his own bed tonight, though somehow he doubted that would even happen. He felt a sense of forboding when he neared the Shrieking Shack
we're in very deep trouble aren't we?
yup as deep as you can get, all the down to hell in fact
man life was so good!
Boggleworth approached the Shrieking shack at jog now
"smogious" he muttered as he began up the hill towards it.
Instantly the whole area for a few hundred metres was covered in thick grey smoke.
that might stop 'em for a bit!
I doubt it!
pessimism will get us nowhere
well obviously we'll escape an ex-aurour it's just so simple all in a days work
Boggleworth ignored Henry's sarcastic comment and went round to the back of the Shrieking Shack, finding the rotted planks on one low window, he used his boot to kick the rotting wood away. Dragging himself through he gazed around trying to get his bearings in the perpetual gloom, dust had been disturbed when he entered and he knew anyone following even a dunce would be able to follow those.
Now just for the tunnel!
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Post by amy3 on Aug 2, 2006 13:43:44 GMT
Nick groaned loudly, out of breath. There had always been a small slope leading up to the Shrieking Shack, a worn path between the trees the fastest way up. But now thick grey smoke clogged the air, coiling slowly. It did not help that there was no breeze today. Nick stood on the spot for a while, looking around hopelessly. He would have to run through - this smoke could not be shifted magically.
Pulling his jumper up over his nose, he closed his eyes and began to dart up the hill, the smoke seeping through his jumper and getting to the back of his throat.
He coughed and spluttered as he emerged, relieved to see he was right in front of the Shrieking Shack. "Right..." he thought. This Hufflepuff was making life extremely difficult for Nick, as was the Unspeakable - and Nick did not like to be messed around. Some planks had been torn from a low window next to the front door, and climbing inside, Nick could see footsteps punched into the dust - leading towards a trapdoor in the floor. Nick raised his wand to his mouth. "Inside the shack, you'll find the footprints to the passage." he wheezed.
Nick jumped down the hole, plunging into darkness. That Hufflepuff was his...
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Aug 2, 2006 13:49:32 GMT
Nick had jumped right down into Boggleworth's upraised fist knocking him unconcious.
that's him done with! laughed Boggleworth
just get moving
Then Boggleworth looked at the crumpled form on the dirty wet ground seeing just a lad. But he didn't have time to stand around he quickly sped down the passage crouching low bumping his head several times on the celing making clods of dirt crumble off. He began to breath heavier but hoped that at least if he made it to hogwarts he would be somewhat safer.
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Post by Gabriel Vandesar on Aug 2, 2006 14:43:43 GMT
Vadesar jumped down into the hole in the wooden floor, almost landing on Nick. He stepped to one side and leaned forward slightly, studying the Slytherin. He was not too hurt - his nose was bloody, but that was all. He would survive. "Useless," Vandesar muttered. He knew that if the boy had not been so drunk then he would have been alert enough so as not to jump down into a dark hole when someone could easily be waiting down it.
Abandoning Nick, Vandesar sprinted along the passage. It was long and dark, and he had to duck in places, but he refused to light his wand or make too much sound. There was no way he was going to have the same fate as the Slytherin.
He came into a small space, and a shaft of light above told him he had reached Hogwarts. He hoisted himself up, and found that the thing blocking his passage was a witch - a very ugly witch - and he was far too big to squeeze past. Slipping back down, he stood back and raised his wand. There was the monsterous noise of stone imploding, and the path was clear.
He climbed out of the dirty passage into the lit Hogwarts corridor. A few feet away was the Hufflepuff. "Stop running - you know who I am!" he shouted, very close to loosing his temper. For Vandesar, he had been quite calm and rational up until now.
"Petrificus Totalus!" he raised, flicking his wand. Boggleworth became rigid where he stood. "Who are you?" he demanded, knowing Boggleworth was able to speak with this variation of the spell.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Aug 3, 2006 16:19:42 GMT
Luckily Boggleworth had a few good friends in this castle, (yes it's true!) one who looked very similar to him in fact, at least from behind, and he'd kindly agreed to hold up the ministry official.
So the real Boggleworth was a few hundred yards further down the corridor pelting his way towards his dorm, reaching a secret passage that would quickly transport him to his dorm he stuck his finger up the nose of a particulary evil and disgusting large troll. The pot belly stomach then rolled away and Boggleworth jumped inside sealing it shut. Making his footfalls less loud he then proceeded back to his dorm.
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