Who: Zacharias Smith & George Weasley When: Nov. 4, 2001, afternoon Where: Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes What: Detective Smith is on the case. Rating: PG-13, for possible dirty mouths Status: Private/Incomplete
It was high time he got out of the Ministry, it was a madhouse in there. A very disturbing madhouse. If Weasley was to blame for this Zach was going to string him up by his balls. Between McLaggen, Creevey and constant thoughts of Lavender Brown he thought he might bloody well lose his mind.
Zacharias stepped into the trick shop look around with mild irritation. He hated the whole Weasley clan, but especially George. Normally George was the last person he'd ever volunteer to interview, but right now he just need a break from people mooning about someone or other.
"Weasley?" he called out, resting on the front desk. Zach suddenly wondered if the man would have antidotes, in which case this trip would be doubly worth it. If he could just stop composing poetry to Lavender's nose he might be able to think straight and get to the bottom of this.