tattooedsappho (tattooedsappho) wrote in imp_inkstains, @ 2007-09-05 11:59:00 |
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at the three broomsticks...
Title: Foreshadowing I
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: G
Word count: 200
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Trelawny, Dumbledore, Madam Rosmerta & a special guest...
Author's Note: Written for Double Drabble #9 at minorhp100 (lj)
NOTE:Originally written 1/21/07
Albus smiled at Rosmerta, thanked her for the butterbeer and sat near the door. He had almost finished his drink when a strange looking woman with huge glasses burst through the doors and approached the bar.
“Madam Trelawney I presume?” Albus asked with a smile.
“Aahh, Headmaster Dumbledore. I knew if I headed toward the bar you would greet me. I apologize for being late, my Inner Eye became clouded and I needed to rest, lest I develop a headache and be unable to perform for you today.” Sybill Trelawny said mistily.
Madam Rosmerta caught Albus’ attention with a smirk, rolled her eyes and nodded toward the woman who was covered in beads and gauzy shawls.
“If you would please, I have a room upstairs were we can conduct our business in private.” Albus said, gesturing toward the stairs.
“Perfect. It is hard for me to relax my outer eyes and enter the superconscious in such bustle.” Following Albus up the stairs, she bumped into a man, causing him to drop his glass of wine. He muttered a curse under his breath picking up the fragments of glass and glaring over his nose at her through his dark, greasy hair.
Title: Foreshadowing II
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: G
Word count: 200
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Trelawny, Dumbledore with a visit from Madam Rosmerta
Author's Note: Written for Double Drabble #9 at minorhp100 (lj)
NOTE:Originally written 1/21/07
“I trust your journey was pleasant?” Albus asked, sitting at a table in a small room over the bar.
“Nothing I was unprepared for,” Sybill smiled at him, attempting to affect an air of superiority.
“Can I get you anything to drink before we begin?”
“I had a vision last night of drinking Sherry with you, so Sherry I shall order.” Sybill responded, her voice softer than before.
Albus scribbled something on a piece of paper and spelled it into an origami bird that flew out of the room. Moments later, Rosmerta appeared with a mug of butterbeer and a glass of Sherry.
“Thank you,” Sybill said to Rosmerta as the barmaid placed the drinks on the table. “I was gazing into my crystal ball yesterday and I foresaw that you would want to know my expertise and experience in the mystical realm of Divination.” She said, taking a sip from her glass.
“Yes, please tell me about them.” Albus said diplomatically, sighing to himself.
Sybill suddenly dropped her glass of sherry, slumped into her chair, lifted her head and spoke to Albus in a loud, strange voice.
“The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ...”