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Post by Vivian Astley on Jul 9, 2004 18:26:36 GMT -5
She jerked her hand away and googled at the young man before fleeing the scene leaving him to Dumbledore's tender mercies.
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Post by Jeffrey on Jul 9, 2004 21:06:24 GMT -5
Not knowing what to do, Zack stared in fear at the gargoyal. Should he go up and meet the headmaster who'd understand better than anyone what exactly was wrong with him? Or just run away now while he still could? Something was definitely wrong. He'd never been bald before. Or had he? Gosh... life sucked being him.
Finally, he figured maybe he'd just be better off seeing Madam Pomfrey if not for Professor Dumbledore himself decending the stairs regally.
"Oh shit... oh God, oh God, oh God..."
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Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 3, 2004 13:38:52 GMT -5
Dumbledore sighed as he watched the stuttering boy on the stairs below.
"What happened Mr. Davinski?"
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 3, 2004 13:47:38 GMT -5
Zack (or was it this bald stranger?) cowered backwards. Anything could happen now. Seeing the calm stare of Dumbledore seemed to losen some inhibitions they both felt they had, as the suddenly both began to talk at once.
"Professor Dumbledore! Who the fuck are you man? Something's wrong and I better show up at the Mint Hotel before the deadline for pressregistration, otherwise, I can't stop it or control it, it's like there are other people in here that don't know I'm part of the drug culture that must be represented as well. Help... please..."
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Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 3, 2004 13:54:54 GMT -5
Dumbeldore smiled sadly and gestured for him to enter his office.
"I'm afraid there's nothing we can do to get rid of the people."
Seeing the despondent look he quickly pressed on, "But there is a potion that should make them easier to control. Only you can get rid of them(or prevent forest fires *giggle*)"
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 3, 2004 14:05:16 GMT -5
"I... I see... but... uh... Professor... I can't help thinking that I know these people... personally! But they're so pushy. I can't stop them. They generally do it when I... I'm bored or in trouble... Why? I need to understand, Professor! I don't want it to happen like that again. I mean... look at me! Look at me!!! I am standing outside, right now. And the man said that you'd be open... and you're closed..."
The rapid change of coherancy was punctuated by the slow progress from that tall, lanky, foul-mouthed man to one with considerably more hair, but a similar frame, structure and foul-mouth.
"Now you'd do well to fucking answer my questions or get the fuck out there to open that fucking restaurant so I can meet my associate, or there will be some fucking consequences to deal with, savvy?"
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Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 3, 2004 14:20:01 GMT -5
"Mr. Davinski, I can see how much this is troubling you. And as I said before there is a potion that should help silence them. At least during class. And as to them coming out when your in trouble I think they act as your defence mechanism. They come out when you don't want to face the problem."
*He grabbed a vile full of purple liquid and handed it to him.*
"Here drink this before you leave. This should be strong enough to get you through the day. When you need more see Professor Snape. He has a batch of it ready for you."
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 3, 2004 14:24:21 GMT -5
"However did you fucking know of my predicament? Professor, that's not me, but really, how did you know this is what it is? St. Mungo's didn't even know..."
Zack grasped the bottle and glanced fearfully at the headmaster. He didn't yet drink it, wanting his questions answered.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 3, 2004 14:39:47 GMT -5
*Peering over his half-moon spectacles, Dumbledore sighed.*
"There was a girl about 50 or more years ago who had the same problem. She too had gone to St. Mungos and they couldn't find anything wrong with her either. So she came to me."
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 3, 2004 14:43:17 GMT -5
"And all you could do was offer her this potion and send her on her merry way..." Zack whispered. He knew wasn't going to like the outcome of this conversation, but he needed it. Ever since Glen so long ago... Glen?
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Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 3, 2004 14:52:07 GMT -5
"In some sense yes I did. And she has had to take the potion every single day since then. But no one has seen her happier."
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 3, 2004 14:55:38 GMT -5
"I remember happiness... But I remember something else too. That brought equal happiness but... was probably something I shouldn't have. I want to know it, I do. I think... I think it was that psychologist..."
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Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 3, 2004 15:14:48 GMT -5
*Raises an eyebrow*
"The psycologist made you happy?"
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 3, 2004 15:20:09 GMT -5
"What? No! Would you like to choose a side before helping me?"
He was like a chameleon changing with his moods. He was back to the form he'd taken in DADA.
"There was happiness before the psychologist... He took it all away. AND I CAN'T REMEMBER IT!!!"
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Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 3, 2004 15:27:28 GMT -5
"Do you remember the psycologists name? Never midn that, this potion should bring you as close to happiness as anything can."
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