Order Only: Terry
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alt_siriusWell, we found him.
Merlin. Hermione, your friend is certainly one stubborn little cuss. He wouldn’t come with us, no matter what Frank and I tried to tell him. Though, to be fair, I think we might have convinced him to go, but we were interrupted.
Let me back up and tell it in the right order.
So, first, last night, Frank and I arranged to ‘borrow’ the cart with Carrow’s food deliveries and Frank got us in with only a mild Confundus. I caught Terry’s scent just about immediately once we came through the gatehouse, and then we saw him walking on the wall. We headed straight up there.
He recognised Padfoot and I’m pleased to say he seemed genuinely happy to see me - but then he got very nervous about seeing Frank. Of course, Frank was polyjuiced. We ducked down behind the wall and I transformed, and introduced him to my companion. Frank reminded him about having met him before - something I’d quite forgotten about - and we added that we’d both been responsible for kicking Carrow’s teeth in last year. At last he visibly relaxed in front of us - and then we noticed what was wrong.
He’d been beaten. Savagely.
We healed him as best we could - my guess is that he had ruptured something internally - and Frank had to rebreak one finger so we could set it properly. I don’t mind telling you it crossed both our minds to go and find Carrow then and there. Must have shown on our faces because Terry immediately told us not to pay Carrow another visit. He also wouldn’t settle until we put some glamours on the wounds to make them look like they were still healing at a normal pace. Frank set them to fade over time and that calmed him down considerably.
He apologised to me - to me! - for not coming with me that day when I tried to rescue him, the day Carrow left the school. He stammered something about Alecto hurting Hermione. I guess they’ve brainwashed him pretty well on that score. Frank and I told him he shouldn’t have worried about that, that we’d never have let them hurt her. Showed a little pluck then, he did, and asked how we’d have managed that.
Well, that gave Frank the opening to give him the portkey - though we also offered that he could come with us right then and there, if he wanted. He shook his head, said Carrow’d already taunted him about some kind of tracking spell. Frank pulled out his wand to check, and the bastard hadn’t been lying. He’s done something to Terry - blood magic, I think, and it keeps tabs on the kid.
We gave him the portkey anyway, told him to hide it, and told him about our friends in Sherwood forest, so he can find them if he needs to do. The tracking spell’s a problem, but Frank and I figure we’ll know if he activates the device and we can make sure that if Carrow follows, he’s never coming back. (I also reminded him that the tracking spell might not hold if he can master the Animagus transformation. After all, changing seemed to break a few enchantments placed on me when Bellatrix was on my tail.)
Well, Terry got a funny look and he showed us a bracelet round his wrist. We hadn’t noticed it until he pointed it out - and that’s after running two checks over him for health and then that charm - but he told us his friends made it for him. (And he looked sidelong at Frank when he said it, Alice; I’m sure he meant to include Neville in that statement, but didn’t want to admit it straight out.) He showed us the bead that conceals where he keeps his wand and said he could get another one to hide the portkey.
‘Sounds like you have some good friends,’ I said.
‘Yeah. The best,’ he told us. Then another one of those sideways looks, this time at me. “I've kept your secrets. And I've kept their secrets. The thing is...some of them are starting to be some of the same secrets.’
While I was still trying to decide what to say to that, Frank asked what he meant. Terry talked about keeping his wand hidden and learning magic and such.
‘But my loyalties to you don’t conflict with my loyalties to them,’ he added.
I gave his shoulder a squeeze and told him no, I didn’t think they did.
I think he was about to say something else, and Frank and I were gearing up to try again to get him to come with us right then and there, but just at that moment we heard Carrow give a massive shout for Terry to come attend him. He transformed in an instant - fear, first, and told us to move, not to get caught - and then somehow he made himself look stupid, vacant and a little dead inside. I guess he’s had to learn how to mask his real cleverness over the years with that murdering son of a bitch.
There wasn’t any point arguing with him, not with Carrow bellowing that he’d have Terry’s head on a platter if he didn’t jump to. I reminded him to keep practising and transformed back to Padfoot. All we could do was complete the delivery and bring back the cart.
Luckily, the pub where we got it has a fully stocked cellar. Frank and I are agreed on the single best way to spend the rest of this afternoon. It’s that or talk our way back into that castle to thump Carrow again, despite what Terry asked us.
Merlin. Hermione, your friend is certainly one stubborn little cuss. He wouldn’t come with us, no matter what Frank and I tried to tell him. Though, to be fair, I think we might have convinced him to go, but we were interrupted.
Let me back up and tell it in the right order.
So, first, last night, Frank and I arranged to ‘borrow’ the cart with Carrow’s food deliveries and Frank got us in with only a mild Confundus. I caught Terry’s scent just about immediately once we came through the gatehouse, and then we saw him walking on the wall. We headed straight up there.
He recognised Padfoot and I’m pleased to say he seemed genuinely happy to see me - but then he got very nervous about seeing Frank. Of course, Frank was polyjuiced. We ducked down behind the wall and I transformed, and introduced him to my companion. Frank reminded him about having met him before - something I’d quite forgotten about - and we added that we’d both been responsible for kicking Carrow’s teeth in last year. At last he visibly relaxed in front of us - and then we noticed what was wrong.
He’d been beaten. Savagely.
We healed him as best we could - my guess is that he had ruptured something internally - and Frank had to rebreak one finger so we could set it properly. I don’t mind telling you it crossed both our minds to go and find Carrow then and there. Must have shown on our faces because Terry immediately told us not to pay Carrow another visit. He also wouldn’t settle until we put some glamours on the wounds to make them look like they were still healing at a normal pace. Frank set them to fade over time and that calmed him down considerably.
He apologised to me - to me! - for not coming with me that day when I tried to rescue him, the day Carrow left the school. He stammered something about Alecto hurting Hermione. I guess they’ve brainwashed him pretty well on that score. Frank and I told him he shouldn’t have worried about that, that we’d never have let them hurt her. Showed a little pluck then, he did, and asked how we’d have managed that.
Well, that gave Frank the opening to give him the portkey - though we also offered that he could come with us right then and there, if he wanted. He shook his head, said Carrow’d already taunted him about some kind of tracking spell. Frank pulled out his wand to check, and the bastard hadn’t been lying. He’s done something to Terry - blood magic, I think, and it keeps tabs on the kid.
We gave him the portkey anyway, told him to hide it, and told him about our friends in Sherwood forest, so he can find them if he needs to do. The tracking spell’s a problem, but Frank and I figure we’ll know if he activates the device and we can make sure that if Carrow follows, he’s never coming back. (I also reminded him that the tracking spell might not hold if he can master the Animagus transformation. After all, changing seemed to break a few enchantments placed on me when Bellatrix was on my tail.)
Well, Terry got a funny look and he showed us a bracelet round his wrist. We hadn’t noticed it until he pointed it out - and that’s after running two checks over him for health and then that charm - but he told us his friends made it for him. (And he looked sidelong at Frank when he said it, Alice; I’m sure he meant to include Neville in that statement, but didn’t want to admit it straight out.) He showed us the bead that conceals where he keeps his wand and said he could get another one to hide the portkey.
‘Sounds like you have some good friends,’ I said.
‘Yeah. The best,’ he told us. Then another one of those sideways looks, this time at me. “I've kept your secrets. And I've kept their secrets. The thing is...some of them are starting to be some of the same secrets.’
While I was still trying to decide what to say to that, Frank asked what he meant. Terry talked about keeping his wand hidden and learning magic and such.
‘But my loyalties to you don’t conflict with my loyalties to them,’ he added.
I gave his shoulder a squeeze and told him no, I didn’t think they did.
I think he was about to say something else, and Frank and I were gearing up to try again to get him to come with us right then and there, but just at that moment we heard Carrow give a massive shout for Terry to come attend him. He transformed in an instant - fear, first, and told us to move, not to get caught - and then somehow he made himself look stupid, vacant and a little dead inside. I guess he’s had to learn how to mask his real cleverness over the years with that murdering son of a bitch.
There wasn’t any point arguing with him, not with Carrow bellowing that he’d have Terry’s head on a platter if he didn’t jump to. I reminded him to keep practising and transformed back to Padfoot. All we could do was complete the delivery and bring back the cart.
Luckily, the pub where we got it has a fully stocked cellar. Frank and I are agreed on the single best way to spend the rest of this afternoon. It’s that or talk our way back into that castle to thump Carrow again, despite what Terry asked us.
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Date: 2011-07-06 08:52 pm (UTC)take terry with us see if he'd follow
be ready for him once he showed up
but we didn't have enough bloody time
and the trace might've hurt him if we had taken him along
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Date: 2011-07-06 09:20 pm (UTC)Bugger the drinking. I only have a handful
but
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Date: 2011-07-06 09:26 pm (UTC)better than bashing our heads against the wall
which was gonna be my suggestion
bring it over here
Private Message to Sirius Black
Date: 2011-07-06 09:51 pm (UTC)And Sirius, please, keep an eye on my Frank.
I know he tends to beat himself up over this sort of thing, and I hope
Just keep an eye on him, please.
Re: Private Message to Sirius Black
Date: 2011-07-06 10:09 pm (UTC)bett'rn ok
should get him looped m'roften
need supper
Re: Private Message to Sirius Black
Date: 2011-07-06 10:31 pm (UTC)Re: Private Message to Sirius Black
Date: 2011-07-06 10:41 pm (UTC)Well, lucky for you. And that hotel owner. Seeing as the most punchable things he has around him right now is your face and the walls.
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Date: 2011-07-06 09:56 pm (UTC)Sirius Black. If you are endangering your lives by ingesting some mind-altering substance, I'll have your hide. Both of you! I absolutely forbid you to do any such thing!
At least go somewhere safe first. (Tell me you have done. You're not out in some pub someplace with a crowd of people, are you?)
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Date: 2011-07-06 10:07 pm (UTC)Took room f'night.
locked. in. saving poljuce.
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Date: 2011-07-06 10:15 pm (UTC)good thing
sheets not so clean
we'll manage
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Date: 2011-07-06 10:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-06 10:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-06 10:29 pm (UTC)sorry. I know you mean
different
but I think I've got quite enough guilt for one night right now
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Date: 2011-07-06 10:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-06 10:33 pm (UTC)or nex time you can leave him to rot with that fucking maniac.
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Date: 2011-07-06 10:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-06 10:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-06 10:15 pm (UTC)like booze?
cause thats what were having.
don't worry were not gonna try and go back there and kill him if thats what you mean
wed splinch ourselves
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Date: 2011-07-06 10:21 pm (UTC)Adding tablets or capsules or anything else by the handful on top of the amount of alcohol you appear to have ingested is idiocy. Just the sort of idiocy the two of you seem to indulge nearly every time you are allowed to bludger off on a so-called mission.
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Date: 2011-07-06 10:23 pm (UTC)s'not a capsule.
Or a table. t.
s'organic. Oregano. Heh.
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Date: 2011-07-06 10:29 pm (UTC)best way to avoid goin back therre
an to bury the
whatsit
failure.
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Date: 2011-07-06 10:38 pm (UTC)Well.
Endeavour not to choke yourselves on the smoke, then. Or set off the fire wards.
Or set your bedding alight.
Dash it all. We ought to lock you up and not let you out at all ever.