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Phoenix Rising
A Harry Potter RPG
Hell hath no fury... 
24th-Sep-2006 12:35 am

Sorry for such short notice, but I’ve gone to look into Art Schools. I would have told you sooner if I had known about the opportunity before today. I’ll be back soon, don’t worry about me.



That bastard.

I got home today to find a note shoved under my door. Not delivered to me at work. Not a quick visit to say goodbye, but a short note left for me at home. I could be angry that he’s taken off without notice, especially after last night, but really I’m just angry because I know he’s lying to me. If he was going to visit art schools he would have come by to say goodbye. I’ve been giddy all day thinking about him and last night, and he didn’t even manage a goodbye. No, he didn’t come to see me because he knew that I’d see right through him. He’s a lying bastard.

Dean went to Greece. He went to Greece without me. He distracted me with his profession of love and our argument got sidetracked. I love him and he went on some dangerous mission without me! Without even properly saying goodbye!

I need answers, and there’s only one person I can think of to answer them. I storm across the hall and break into Dean’s flat again. Of course, this time he hasn’t left notes and maps laying out for me to find. I kneel down at his fireplace at Floo Harry at his house. If Dean told anyone about where he was going and what he was doing, it would be the person in charge of the Order.

“Hello?” I call.

“Padma?” Harry says as he comes into my view, sounding surprised. “Can I help you with something?”

“You can tell me where my no good boyfriend is,” I reply, “If he’s still my boyfriend when he gets back, that is.”

Harry looks a little flustered, and clears his throat. “I don’t know where he is.”

“Harry, you can stop. I know he’s in Greece, I just need you to fill in some of the holes before I bring in Ginny for reinforcement.” He sighs before launching into Dean’s plans. I’m a little surprised at the thought that went into this, it is Dean after all, but I know that the plan would be better if I was there. I hate being in the middle of the fighting, but I want to help Dean. I love Dean. If he can drag Oliver and Justin with him, I don’t know why I can’t come to help as well.

“Help me go,” I finally say.

“I can’t,” he sighs. “I don’’t know the details about how they were going. They got help somewhere else for that.”

“Thanks for your help,” I reply sullenly before pulling my head out of the fireplace. If Harry can’t help me anymore, I’ll have to find someone who can. I grab another handful of Floo powder and this time I actually step into the fireplace. “Susan’s office at Phoenix House!” I stumble out of the fireplace and am relieved to see both Susan and Lavender sitting in the room.

“Padma! We weren’t expecting you,” Susan says. “Can I help you with something?”

It suddenly occurs to me that Susan doesn’t live here anymore. Even in my anger I can realize my luck to actually finding her, not to mention with Lavender. “I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but it seems our blokes have run off to Greece.” Both witches freeze in their place and look at me as if I’ve gone mad. “I don’t know if you’ve heard anymore about this than I have, but apparently they didn’t think us capable of going with them.”

“I think this calls for tea,” Lavender says, and I admire the way her voice doesn’t shake a bit. She calls the house elf to prepare a tray, and while we wait I tell them everything I know from Harry.
24th-Sep-2006 05:47 am (UTC)
I'll kill him

No. I'll maim him, then kill him.

My mind is trying to come to grips with everything that Padma has just told us. Of course she learned all this from Harry, and I make a mental note to talk to Harry when this is all over. I'll let him live though. Wouldn't do to leave Ginny a single parent.

Hoban arrives with the tea and shoots a worried look at Susan and I before bowing and disappearing with a crack. It doesn't surprise me that the house elves know about it. It seems everyone knew what was going on besides us. Poor Susan just got back from her honeymoon and her new husband, along with his fellow idiots, have fled the country. They are so dead.

I pour tea for Susan, Padma and I and find comfort in the ritual. It calms me a bit and allows my mind to focus more on the problem at hand.

Susan is wringing her hands and Padma is staring at the dark liquid swirling in her teacup. My mind has finally wrapped around the thought of Oliver, Dean and Justin going to Greece and my heart clenches in fear.

It's like Peru... I clutch my cup in my hand so tightly, I can feel the handle digging into my palm. We lost Ernie in Peru. Oliver is in Greece chasing after that last damn Horcrux....

Those stupid prats ran off like the cowards they were with lies falling from their lips. Don't they remember what happened to Ernie? Don't they remember what happened to all of us? Nausea rolls through my stomach and I begin to tremble slightly. Visions of Oliver dying flash through my mind and I swallow back the sickness that threatens to burst forth. I won't allow myself to fall apart.

I slam my cup on the table and it shatters spilling tea onto the floor. Susan and Padma both look up at me with startled expressions.

"I don't know about you," I say forcefully. "But I'm not going to let them get away with lying to us."

Padma's eyes take on an understanding gleam. She nods and Susan looks questioningly at me.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going after Oliver." I stand from my chair and grasp the back of it to steady me as a wave of dizziness comes over me. I shake it off. "If he thinks I'd just stay here like a good girl and wait for him, he's wrong. I'm going to help him get that damn Horcrux, then I'll kill him myself."

Susan repairs my teacup and dries up the spilt tea. "Justin should know better than this. We're all going." Padma agrees and we begin to plan.
24th-Sep-2006 05:51 am (UTC)
What is he playing at? They’re all idiots!

I run my hands through my hair trying to calm my nerves. We just got back from our honeymoon and he goes running off on a mission that could get him…

I won’t think about that…he won’t end up like Ernie and Hannah!

“Did Harry give us a place to start?” I say as I start to pace.

“Not really. It took some persuasion to get him to tell me what he did,” Padma says.

I try to think of every option I can think of.

“Susan, sit down. You’re making me nervous,”” Lavender scolds me.

I ignore her and turn to Padma.

“How about Tav and Olga? They helped the last time and knowing our other halves they’d leave from Hampshire Heath again.”

“That’s a good point, we’ll start there.”

Lavender reaches the fireplace and we all grab some floo powder to arrive at the Macmillan’s.

We step out of the fireplace to find Tav, wearing a white bottle on his head, and Olga bickering in the sitting room.

“Sando aqua monsters have got to have brains that are smaller than a Rhamphorhynchus!” says Olga with her arms crossed. She’s sitting cross-legged on the coffee table amid a bunch of small toys. “Just look at their anatomy! It’s month is way too big for the size of its head, there’s no room for a brain-”

“You have to help us,” Lavender says approaching the pair who abruptly stop.

Tav hastily snaps opens the eye and mouth holes of the white bottle that must be a helmet and stares, open-mouthed. “Uh, oh,” he whispers, casting Olga a worried look. This just confirms my suspicions that the boys where here and that Tav and Olga helped them with the Portkeys again.

Olga raises an eyebrow. “We do?”

“Yes,” Lav says, then adds, “Please.”

“We can’t,” Tav says, looking nervous and obviously lying.

“Why not?” asks Padma with her hand on her hips obviously irritated.

“Uh, because we don’t know anything about Greece?” says Tav hopefully. He snatches up one of the miniature toys on the table next to Olga and holds it up. “Olga and I are just here to have an intergalactic war with our Star Wars and Star Trek armies.” He begins to dance a hairy thing that looks like a Demiguise up Olga’s arm.

“Get Chewbacca off of me,” says Olga. “I can’t handle hairy creatures that don’t speak human!” She begins to intently study her hands and refuses to look at me no matter how hard I try to get her attention. I think that she’s fighting some internal battle and trying to keep from saying anything.

“You are alone at Hampstead Heath on a Saturday evening doing this?” I ask disbelievingly.

“Yes?” volunteers Tav.

Tav is really a horrible liar. Dean, Justin, and Oliver really should’ve thought this out better if they really wanted to get away with anything.

“And we’re not alone,” he adds happily. “Mistletoe is here, too!”

This is getting us no where.

Just then a house elf teetering under a tray of about a dozen drinks appears. She squeals when she spots us and nearly drops the drinks when she spots Padma. “Mistletoe is so happy that more of Master Ernie’s friends are here tonight!”

Padma leans down and asks Mistletoe point blank about Dean, Justin, and Oliver.

“Oh, yes, Master Ernie’s friends, Mr Dean, Mr Justin, and Mr Oliver were here!” squeaks the house elf.

Tav groans loudly. It echoes in his bottle helmet. And then he throws Chewbacca back onto the table.

I turn to Olga and plead, “Please. I don’t fancy losing my husband when we just got back from our honeymoon, or my daughter her father.”

This seems to work, cause Olga’s face softens some. “Okay, they left about two hours ago,” she concedes as Tav begins to say to her in a very loud whisper we can all hear that they were supposed to keep the fact that they helped Justin, Dean, and Oliver configure a Portkey to Crete a secret.
24th-Sep-2006 05:51 am (UTC)
Padma looks like she could hex Dean to into next week and Lav begins to tap her wand hotly on her palm, muttering to herself.

Olga waves Tav off and tells him to relax. He slumps onto the couch and takes his helmet off. “What did you need?” she asks.

“Just a Portkey to the same location you sent the boys to,” Padma says immediately.

“And a return Portkey, so I can drag Oliver back home and give him a good tongue lashing,” adds Lav, a murderous look in her eyes.

Olga plucks up two figurines from the table next to her. “The coordinates aren’t difficult, it should take Tav and me a couple of minutes, right Tav?”

“I’m not the one who told,” is all Tav says. “I know nothing of this. I will disavow any involvement.”

Olga ands us the Portkeys. Before they can change their minds, Padma pockets the return one and we grab hold of the one that will take us to Greece after our idiot men.
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