Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2015 15:28:36 GMT -5
THE DAILY PROPHET ---------------------------------------
"Today's article dictates both a great discovery and a possible concern."
"Trolls of a different sort capable of speech?" "Many injured, but none dead! Finally, something we can be thankful of. Had it not been for Professor McGonagall . . ." "The Ministry will look into this to assure history will not repeat itself. Sources say they may have come from the Forbidden Forest. Centuars not pleased with the news . . . " "Could they be hiding something more?" "Is Umbridge part squid?"
A female member of the group rolled her eyes at her and rightfully told Elladora that she ought to have her priorities checked out, another piped in saying she was far too narrow-minded to consider anything else, and all these silent comments made her suddenly seem very self-conscious, but her pride would brush it off like a sharp breeze to a flame. "Lumos." She almost sang, this time to herself, and from the very tip of her wand emerged a pale blue light. She normally would have defended her own ways with a rather immature comment, but nothing would shake her focus on the job, except for maybe certain sounds. They really couldn't take a joke. She took in a deep breath and explored the Forbidden Forest with her best poker face. She was terrified. Still, she couldn't back out now. Not with them present anyway. Besides, some of her old professors were here!
After an hour of investigating with the others, she decided it was best to improvise as there had been no results. She cleared her throat very softly, directed the tip of her wand to her lips and closed her eyes. She needed to concentrate deeply for this. She embraced the quiet before calculating her next move. Within just minutes the other wizards and witches went into a major panic as Whitney Houston's best hit tore pierced the silence. "AND I," belted the source, "WILL ALWAYS LOVE JOU-OOOUUUU!" The leader of the group slapped a hand over her mouth and asked her rather roughly if she wanted to get them killed.
"Jou interrupted the show like it was a good thing," she whined. "But, no, I do not want jou all to die a painful death. In fact, what I'm doing is bringing whatever is there to us. If jou repeat the same thing over and over again - expecting there to be different results each time, then jou crazy, man." She pulled away and placed her hands on her hips, expressing her disdain. Just when she was basically going to get her ass handed over to her, the same troll from earlier appeared before them with a deep frown. Elladora's mouth dropped to the floor as her superior used her for a shield. The witch wriggled out of her robe, leaving him with nothing but his wand and her personal belonging.
"Maldito perro!" she hissed, gripping at his hair. As the two did the tango amidst all the insanity, the others were flung across the dastardly woods, leaving very few of their allies standing. The troll and their friends only stopped to witness the comical scenery. Elladora's head was found buried deep into the man's armpit as she flailed and struggled to escape the brutal assault. "Jou're peeling my paint very, very bad! The stench is unbearable! Por favor! Mercy! Why jou no use Powder Fresh? AUXILIO! AYUDAME!" her cries continued until she found her legs waddling in the air. She arched an eyebrow, though completely immersed in his fragrance, and blinked the best she could. All she could hear was screaming as he finally released her. She fell on two people, squishing them as she did, wondering why her fall wasn't as painful as she imagined it to be. Before she could say anything, one of the professors knocked the monster out. The giant landed on its own tracks, which led to what she had been looking for. The frazzled woman grinned madly and followed the steps, ignoring those who called out for her to come back. She was high on ambition as she imagined there would be more of them. But what she found was far from what she even dared to dream.
It was another world.
One not her own.
Woah.
"Giant house-elf?" she asked to nobody in particular as she spotted the most beautiful being she had ever seen in her life. Second to maybe Joel, of course, but that was a different story. She was, vulgarly put, mind-fucked. Weren't house-elves supposed to look more like furless puppies?