Accomplishment 2

Teddy Lupin stepped out of the inn with a spring in his step. Someone’s pet cat had hissed at him (probably because it didn’t like his hair) , but he ignored it. It tried to leap at him but with a suave move, Teddy managed to avoid it. The cat fell into a dumpster.

Teddy was happy. Softly he sang to himself:

“Gloomy days turn bright and clear,
Every time you come to me,
And tell me that I shouldn’t fear,
Fear my own destiny…”

He was getting nearer to a decrepit looking building. It was a tall and narrow brick building. The windows were boarded up and most of the glass panes were either shattered or missing. To passerby it might look abandoned.

He stopped in front of the door whose green paint was peeling in many places. Strangely, the door knob was a brass one shining like new.

Casually Teddy fumbled for his keys in his jean pocket.

“Coz I know in the end you’ll be mine,
And everything, oh everything will be just fine.”

Finally he extracted a ring with numerous keys. He selected a medium sized key that was painted a bright blue and inserted it into the key hole. The brass knob liquefied and covered his hand.

“Cobain.”

With this the metal oozed away from his hand and morphed back into a knob. Teddy turned it and stepped inside.

The inside of the building was dark and damp. A few dead rats littered the floor here and there, but Teddy didn’t seem to mind. Graffiti dominated the dingy walls, and there were no furniture. The place seemed to reverberate a bit as well. A faint sound grew gradually louder as Teddy walked though the narrow hallway. He pushed open the double doors at the end of it.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”

Teddy had stepped into an
In the middle of the room was a tall, skinny man with long dirty blonde hair dressed in nothing but tight leather pants screaming into a wand . After a long shriek, he wagged his tongue.

“That’s been done, you know,” Teddy snorted.

“I bet it looks better on me,” grinned the shirtless man.

“Oh, I don’t know about that.”

“You have a song for us then?” A dark-haired man in black robes muttered as he flopped onto a sofa.

“Seth. Is that any f***in’ way to treat our good friend Teddy ‘ere?” the blonde retorted.

“Pardon my heinous manners.”

“Don’t mind the git, Teddy.”

“No prob, Dirk. And yes, Seth. As a matter of fact, I DO have a song.”

Teddy strolled over to a corner, picked up a guitar, sat on the floor and started to sing.

“Gloomy days turn bright and clear…”

When Teddy finished, he looked up at the two expectingly. “Well?”

“It’s… happy,” Dirk commented hesitatingly.

“That’s it? What a ton of bull! You sound like a damn pansy. Perky as a schoolgirl,” Seth sneered.

“I DONOT!”

“Ted, let’s have a little talk,” Dirk put an arm around Teddy and let him out to the other side of the room. He let out one big sigh and said: “What happened to the pain? The darkness? The grit?” His blue eyes widened with concern.

Teddy swallowed, “Well, I don’t feel awful ALL the time, you know…”

“Its not Hex Bandit material. Remember ‘Hippogriff Alley’ ? ‘Shut in the Banshee’ ? Your FIRST song that we played, ‘Curse You Back’ ? Those songs were bloody f***ing brilliant!”

“I… I…” Teddy wrenched away, “I’ve been happier lately.” He stared at an old poster of the Weird Sisters on the wall.

“No. Be happy when we’ve finally won the Battle of the Bands next Friday TO WIN A SPOT FOR THE INTERNATIONAL WIZARD BANDSTAND.”

“I can’t force myself to feel depressed just so I could write a song!”

“C’mon you stubborn arse! FINALLY, we have the chance to accomplish something great,” Dirk begged, “This could be our big break.”
Seth walked towards them from across the room. His cold grey eyes gleamed malevolently.

“And I thought you had talent, Lupin.”

“I do,” Teddy muttered stoically.

“Then stop writing songs that are dumb enough to make a boyband want to drop their knickers for you.”

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Ginny Potter pinned up her long red hair and inspected herself in the mirror. She had been trying on different hairstyles and numerous dress robes in order to pick what she would wear for Victoire’s coming out party. ‘Make up Spells and Charms’ was propped up against the vanity.

She frowned at her reflection. She found that she still looked quite young, though her hips had been getting wider after each pregnancy.

“You look like a leprechaun threw up on you.”

Fred Weasley, was leaning against the door with a mischievous grin on his face.

“Fred you git! Thank heavens I am dressed!”

Her older brother strolled over to the closet and picked out a yellow polka dotted dress.

“How about this?”

“Who are you and what have you done with my brother?” Ginny whispered accusingly.

“What? I can’t help out my one and only sister when she’s seriously in need of assistance?” Fred gasped in mock-concern, “What is that green stuff around your eyes?”

“Never you mind. What are you doing here?”

“Lovely room sis,” announced Fred. He dropped the dress on the floor and sat on a chintz chair, “Aunt Muriel’s been eager to help decorate eh? Alright, alright. I’m here to make a proposition. Of the financial kind.”

“What?”

“I’m planning a new business venture. I was wondering if my lovely quidditch star sister would be willing to participate.”
“What kind of business venture?” Ginny slowly walked to a chair near him and sat down.

With a loud yawn, Fred leaned back against the chair and smiled contentedly.

“Flying shoes.”

“Huh?”

“WINGED SHOES. To make you fly.”

Ginny’s jaw dropped. My brother’s gone insane.

“No sister. I have NOT gone insane as you think,” Fred stood up produced an object that looked like a laptop.

“Isn’t that one of those computer things?”

“It looks like a computer. But it is powered by magic,” Fred grinned smugly, “My latest invention.” He pressed the on button and the screen flickered to life. A text box appeared, ARE YOU READY?

“Yes,” typed Fred.

BOOM!

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