Post by solomon on Jun 30, 2006 2:25:54 GMT -5
"It's about time," hissed a figured cloaked in a white robe to another. "What took so long? I thought that HE might have find you or something..."
"No, we ran into a problem," muttered the second man. "Goodfellow popped up and tried to apprehend our luggage."
One could sense a feeling or urgence and worry stemming from the first speaker. "Merlin's Beard... Is the knave a liability?"
"No, Mr. Solomon. Our little iron cage took care of that," grinned the second man.
"Good, good," said Marcus Solomon, Scorpius-hunter extraordinaire, as he lowered his white hood. His equally white eyes turned and looked down at the 'cargo' that had been carried by this man and his two partners. The aged auror smiled. "Welcome to Firefox University, young master Orion. You will be safe here."
The boy--well, teenager--glanced around, eyes narrowed slightly. He was in a dungeon. A corner of a dungeon, it looked like-- somewhere hard to get to and where most people probably did not visit much. The blond-haired youth looked back up and the white-haired druid.
"Safe? The last two times I've seen you guys, I have had wizards in black robes trying to kidnap me," grumbled the blue-eyed boy, standing. He was dressed as a muggle, in jeans and t-shirt. "I'm having a hard time whether or not I like you white robes over those black ones."
Solomon sighed. "Yes, yes... I understand. Unfortunately, I cannot explain to you right now, Orion. There are things that need to be done," said the auror as he removed a wand from his pocket. "I am sorry about this; it is for your own good.... Stupe-"
"Expelliarmus," yelled Orion quickly, his wand have flicked into his hand.
Surprised, Solomon barely managed to dodge the spell. He quickly reaimed his wand at the boy. "Dormitus," he whispered. The young one's eyes closed and he slumped back, asleep.
One of the wizards who had captured the boy gawked at Solomon. "H-... How did he do that? You're one of the most-qualified duelists in Europe, h-"
"Because he trained the boy, and he is by far one of the top duelists in Europe," grumbled Solomon. "Now, hush, and hope nobody heard that... We will keep the boy here until the time is right. If any student wanders into the area, stupefy them and then modify their memory. There is no way of telling who works for the Shadows, and who doesn't."
Indeed, due to the far-reaching hand of the Society, Marcus Solomon had taken extra precaution to move this treasure to Firefox. Being able to neither use the Knight Bus due to the Shadows nor use apparation due to the age of the boy, he was brought here incognito as a muggle. He would remain locked deep within the dungeons of the school, for to Marcus Solomon, the boy was the only way of ousting Count Robinson Antares Scorpius once and for all.
He continued speaking with his men before stepping over towards the 15-year-old Orion, placing him in a cell in this deep part of the dungeon. Solomon looked at the two he was leaving to guard the area. "No mistakes. We cannot lose him."
With that, Marcus began making his way out of the dungeons to help oversee preparing Firefox for the inevitable destruction that would fall upon them.
"No, we ran into a problem," muttered the second man. "Goodfellow popped up and tried to apprehend our luggage."
One could sense a feeling or urgence and worry stemming from the first speaker. "Merlin's Beard... Is the knave a liability?"
"No, Mr. Solomon. Our little iron cage took care of that," grinned the second man.
"Good, good," said Marcus Solomon, Scorpius-hunter extraordinaire, as he lowered his white hood. His equally white eyes turned and looked down at the 'cargo' that had been carried by this man and his two partners. The aged auror smiled. "Welcome to Firefox University, young master Orion. You will be safe here."
The boy--well, teenager--glanced around, eyes narrowed slightly. He was in a dungeon. A corner of a dungeon, it looked like-- somewhere hard to get to and where most people probably did not visit much. The blond-haired youth looked back up and the white-haired druid.
"Safe? The last two times I've seen you guys, I have had wizards in black robes trying to kidnap me," grumbled the blue-eyed boy, standing. He was dressed as a muggle, in jeans and t-shirt. "I'm having a hard time whether or not I like you white robes over those black ones."
Solomon sighed. "Yes, yes... I understand. Unfortunately, I cannot explain to you right now, Orion. There are things that need to be done," said the auror as he removed a wand from his pocket. "I am sorry about this; it is for your own good.... Stupe-"
"Expelliarmus," yelled Orion quickly, his wand have flicked into his hand.
Surprised, Solomon barely managed to dodge the spell. He quickly reaimed his wand at the boy. "Dormitus," he whispered. The young one's eyes closed and he slumped back, asleep.
One of the wizards who had captured the boy gawked at Solomon. "H-... How did he do that? You're one of the most-qualified duelists in Europe, h-"
"Because he trained the boy, and he is by far one of the top duelists in Europe," grumbled Solomon. "Now, hush, and hope nobody heard that... We will keep the boy here until the time is right. If any student wanders into the area, stupefy them and then modify their memory. There is no way of telling who works for the Shadows, and who doesn't."
Indeed, due to the far-reaching hand of the Society, Marcus Solomon had taken extra precaution to move this treasure to Firefox. Being able to neither use the Knight Bus due to the Shadows nor use apparation due to the age of the boy, he was brought here incognito as a muggle. He would remain locked deep within the dungeons of the school, for to Marcus Solomon, the boy was the only way of ousting Count Robinson Antares Scorpius once and for all.
He continued speaking with his men before stepping over towards the 15-year-old Orion, placing him in a cell in this deep part of the dungeon. Solomon looked at the two he was leaving to guard the area. "No mistakes. We cannot lose him."
With that, Marcus began making his way out of the dungeons to help oversee preparing Firefox for the inevitable destruction that would fall upon them.