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Post by Gilderoy Lockhart on Mar 21, 2011 17:19:15 GMT
*He was becoming a little overwhelmed by the number of fans appearing at once. Though he was never one to shirk from recognition, he felt the need of the young woman was more urgent at this particular moment.*
Of course I will help.
*He held out a bent arm, suggesting that Angelina take it for support. As he waited for her, he turned to the new arrival.*
Many apologies, no autographs today. My services are required.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 21, 2011 17:30:20 GMT
I'm not here for you autograph, Mr. Lockhart. *He said quietly.* I have long been waiting to talk to you...
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Post by Gilderoy Lockhart on Mar 21, 2011 22:21:53 GMT
*That certainly sounded ominous. Fans might want to talk to him, but they would also want an autograph. Anyone not wanting one must not be a fan, and might therefore be an angry ex colleague. Lockhart definately had no time for that sort of thing.*
On second thoughts...
*He patted Luna on the back.*
You seem to be doing all right here yourselves. I'll let you get on.
*He flashed his pearly whites and in a moment, he dashed off down the road.*
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 21, 2011 22:25:18 GMT
Not so fast, Mr. Lockhart. *He said sharply, and grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.* Just a quick word...
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Post by Angelina Johnson on Mar 23, 2011 2:27:02 GMT
** Angelina seemed quite concerned now, not only of the possible Dementor nearby, but who on earth this man was, and why he needed to speak with Lockhart so urgently.**
Why on earth would he need to speak with a crazy man who has escaped from St. Mungos?
** She had her suspicions.**
** Even though she was extremely curious of the two, but what she really needed to do was to get away from these two, and the possible Dementor that was trying to suck the life out of her, literally.**
** Angelina's voice got very low so only Luna could hear.**
Where do you suggest we go?
**She had glanced back quickly at the stranger and Lockhart, and then back to Luna. **
I really don't trust that man over there with Lockhart, then again, I don't really trust Lockhart either at the moment seeing as he is a crazy lunatic that escaped from St. Mungos.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 23, 2011 6:53:05 GMT
*Looks at Angelina.* Are you all right, miss? *He asked friendly, his eyes scrutinized her with a worried look.* My name is Rydiger von Heap, and I'm a Law Enforcer. You should go back to the castle. *his voice was low and gently.* It dosn't seem like it's a good idea to swagger around here nowadays. *He pulls out a small chocolate from his pocket.* Share this when you come up to the school again, believe me, it's not often that chocolate works to disease or discomfort, but against the dementors, then it actully helps, strangely enough.
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Post by Dementor on Mar 23, 2011 11:17:32 GMT
*One of the wizards had fled, but there was still a small crowd that were providing sustenance. It remained in the shadow, out of sight, not daring to venture into the open. It could feed from where it was, and did not wish its prey to flee.*
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 23, 2011 16:07:33 GMT
*He looks over his shoulder.* You better hurry, miss. *He said genly.* I don't belive dementors can be trusted.
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Post by Angelina Johnson on Mar 25, 2011 21:49:13 GMT
How on earth is chocolate going to help?!
**She was starting to grow very frustrated.**
**Seeing as nothing was going to help the matter any better, she had began to just continue on her way.**
**Even though she had no idea who this Von Heap man was, but she knew he was up to know good at all.**
** As she had broken away from the small crowd brewing, her thoughts started brewing.**
I know he's up to no good I just know it...
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 25, 2011 22:44:23 GMT
"Very Well, then. Buy a chocolate on your way to the castle. it helps on less serious Dementor influence or attacks." And then, he apparates.
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Post by Angelina Johnson on Mar 26, 2011 2:58:49 GMT
** Angelina was quite confused, why would he figure her to be school- age? **
** So she had kept on walking, heading for anywhere that was nice and warm and comforting from this unseasonal chill that she had kept on experiencing. **
** Just as she was trying to continue her way, there was an eerie breeze that had begun to blow. **
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Post by Dementor on Mar 26, 2011 11:02:32 GMT
*The Dementor felt its prey slipping away from it. It had to act quickly. It flew into the air and began to give chase on the girl.*
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Post by Angelina Johnson on Mar 27, 2011 1:26:47 GMT
** Just as she thought that everything was actually alright, she finally knew that she was in major trouble.**
** People that were on the streets at the time began to scream in panic and fear, possibly making the situation worse.**
** Angelina had began to run as fast as she could, trying to escape the Dementor.**
** She was gaining ahead of the looming dementor, before she tripped.**
** Even though there was nobody near her; she had began to think the worst thought she could have ever thought.**
What have I done? Better yet, who wants me out of the picture?!
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Post by Luna Lovegood on Mar 27, 2011 12:31:44 GMT
*Luna, who had been distracted by what she thought was an obvious and severe wrackspurt infestation in Lockhart's brain, and possible nargles in the other man's shoes, returned her attention to Angelina when the two strange men were gone, and was alarmed when she could no longer see her*
*Calls out*
Angelina!
*Runs down the street toward Angelina, and feels as though a bucket of icy water has dropped on her when the Dementor appears, and flies after her friend*
Oh no...!
*Points her wand with a shaking hand, and tries to remember everything Harry had taught her about casting a Patronus, but can't seem to come up with a good enough happy memory*
Ex... Expecto Patronum!
*Silvery mist flows from the tip of her wand, but nothing more substantial than that*
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Post by Dementor on Mar 27, 2011 12:42:42 GMT
*The misty Patronus hit it and caused it to reel back a little.*
*Not quite enough to scare it away completely, but suitable reason to keep its distance.*
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