The dread balloon, conclusion.
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pauraque_bkRound I: Dolores Umbridge
Round II:Vernon Dursley
Round III:Cornelius Fudge
Round IV:Bellatrix Lestrange
Round V:Albus Dumbledore
Round VI:Lord Voldemort
Round VII:Peter Pettigrew
And so there were two.
The sun had fallen to dusk on the horizon before them. The clouds were a brilliant red, which might have been lovely if the situation were not so dire. Percy was sure he could see land ahead, but at the rate they were falling, they would never make it. Wormtail was crouched on the basket wall, whiskers twitching.
There was only one thing to do.
'Sca-- I mean-- Peter. Come back a minute.'
The rat hesitated, but jumped to the floor, and out of the shadows again came the fat little man who had saved Percy's life.
'It's... ironic, you know,' said Pettigrew anxiously, casting a mournful gaze out at the sea. 'First time I ever got left out of anything... for not being heavy enough.'
Percy didn't know how to answer that. Instead, he pulled a straw from the wicker of the basket-side, and broke it into two pieces, one long, one short. He put his hand behind his back for a moment, and then offered the straws to Pettigrew in his fist.
'It's the only fair way,' he said.
Pettigrew hesitated for what seemed like a minute or more. Then, at last, he closed his eyes and pulled a straw.
The short straw.
Pettigrew swallowed hard, but whatever misgivings he might have had, he seemed to have already resolved them in his mind. With a final, watery-eyed glance at his old master, he transformed, clawed up the wall, and jumped into the sea.
What happened then seemed quite improbable -- perhaps the most improbable thing to happen in a day full of notable improbabilities.
The balloon began to rise.
Percy had a long, quiet evening alone to consider how he would explain himself when he returned to land.
Fin.
I hope you all had fun; I certainly did! Now, I've got one last post-game poll for you all. (Check all that apply.)
[Poll #400096]
Round II:
Round III:
Round IV:
Round V:
Round VI:
Round VII:
And so there were two.
The sun had fallen to dusk on the horizon before them. The clouds were a brilliant red, which might have been lovely if the situation were not so dire. Percy was sure he could see land ahead, but at the rate they were falling, they would never make it. Wormtail was crouched on the basket wall, whiskers twitching.
There was only one thing to do.
'Sca-- I mean-- Peter. Come back a minute.'
The rat hesitated, but jumped to the floor, and out of the shadows again came the fat little man who had saved Percy's life.
'It's... ironic, you know,' said Pettigrew anxiously, casting a mournful gaze out at the sea. 'First time I ever got left out of anything... for not being heavy enough.'
Percy didn't know how to answer that. Instead, he pulled a straw from the wicker of the basket-side, and broke it into two pieces, one long, one short. He put his hand behind his back for a moment, and then offered the straws to Pettigrew in his fist.
'It's the only fair way,' he said.
Pettigrew hesitated for what seemed like a minute or more. Then, at last, he closed his eyes and pulled a straw.
The short straw.
Pettigrew swallowed hard, but whatever misgivings he might have had, he seemed to have already resolved them in his mind. With a final, watery-eyed glance at his old master, he transformed, clawed up the wall, and jumped into the sea.
What happened then seemed quite improbable -- perhaps the most improbable thing to happen in a day full of notable improbabilities.
The balloon began to rise.
Percy had a long, quiet evening alone to consider how he would explain himself when he returned to land.
Fin.
I hope you all had fun; I certainly did! Now, I've got one last post-game poll for you all. (Check all that apply.)
[Poll #400096]
