Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely
Date: Thursday, June 7
Time: About two hours after dawn
Place: Spinner's End (Link takes you to description of the house.)
Characters Involved: The Pack, Pansy Parkinson, Bill Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, Ginevra Weasley (?), Dean Thomas (?), Jackson Bingley (NPC) and the Werewolf Capture Unit (WCU)
Rating: PG-13, minimum
Sunrise was fading from pink to gold, the darkened sky rapidly giving way to vivid blue. It ought to have been enough to add beauty to the most barren landscape, awe to the most jaded soul.
Beauty and lightness was not for Spinner's End. Soot and grime and years of neglect acted as a repellent to the gossamer fabric of dawn's fleeing petticoats, refusing to be touched by the slightest ghost of loveliness. Nor did such intangible trivialities bring brightness to the hearts of the men marching up the crumbling pavement, faces contorted in expressions of savage glee.
Shimmering in the midst of the grey ugliness, visible only to Magical beings, one house defied the surrounding grime and approaching human storm. Remarkable in its cleanliness, it's carefully tended garden, its freshly pointed bricks and crystal-clean windows, this little house caught the fading colours of dawn against gleaming panes, reflecting the light back like so many gems cast in the mud. Peace and contentment seemed to radiate from the building, despite the restless night the inhabitants had endured, and all the more stark for its contrast to the miserable dwellings surrounding it.
The uniformed figures approaching this house were untouched by the contrast, though they added their own, casting a dark stain of rippling fabric as they strode in unison up the few steps to the front stoop. One man, the largest of the group, stepped forward to knock on the door - a savage, fierce pounding that seemed more intent to break it down than to request admittance.
"Open up! By order of the Ministry of Magic and authority of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, open this door, at once!"
Resplendent in their crisp in their robes of midnight blue with silver piping and insignias, polished down to the gleaming shine of the heavy batons hanging at their waists - the Werewolf Capture Unit had once again arrived at Spinner's End.
Time: About two hours after dawn
Place: Spinner's End (Link takes you to description of the house.)
Characters Involved: The Pack, Pansy Parkinson, Bill Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, Ginevra Weasley (?), Dean Thomas (?), Jackson Bingley (NPC) and the Werewolf Capture Unit (WCU)
Rating: PG-13, minimum
Sunrise was fading from pink to gold, the darkened sky rapidly giving way to vivid blue. It ought to have been enough to add beauty to the most barren landscape, awe to the most jaded soul.
Beauty and lightness was not for Spinner's End. Soot and grime and years of neglect acted as a repellent to the gossamer fabric of dawn's fleeing petticoats, refusing to be touched by the slightest ghost of loveliness. Nor did such intangible trivialities bring brightness to the hearts of the men marching up the crumbling pavement, faces contorted in expressions of savage glee.
Shimmering in the midst of the grey ugliness, visible only to Magical beings, one house defied the surrounding grime and approaching human storm. Remarkable in its cleanliness, it's carefully tended garden, its freshly pointed bricks and crystal-clean windows, this little house caught the fading colours of dawn against gleaming panes, reflecting the light back like so many gems cast in the mud. Peace and contentment seemed to radiate from the building, despite the restless night the inhabitants had endured, and all the more stark for its contrast to the miserable dwellings surrounding it.
The uniformed figures approaching this house were untouched by the contrast, though they added their own, casting a dark stain of rippling fabric as they strode in unison up the few steps to the front stoop. One man, the largest of the group, stepped forward to knock on the door - a savage, fierce pounding that seemed more intent to break it down than to request admittance.
"Open up! By order of the Ministry of Magic and authority of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, open this door, at once!"
Resplendent in their crisp in their robes of midnight blue with silver piping and insignias, polished down to the gleaming shine of the heavy batons hanging at their waists - the Werewolf Capture Unit had once again arrived at Spinner's End.