by Phoenix in the Ashes » Friday 20 January 2006 7:34:05am
It was extraordinarily unfortunate for John that he was talking to Morphena Dumbledore.
The son of Albus the Wise.
The same boy, it was rumoured, that was known to have recently passed with 16 OWLs, all Outstanding.
The same boy that, it was rumoured, could hit a golden snidget with sparks from over a kilometre of hill away.
The same son that was rumoured to have a number of different prophecies written about him in the Department of Mysteries.
It was even more unfortunate for John Holmes that he had inherited absolutely none of his father's patience.
Morphena pointed his wand at John, and screamed:
"AlakaZAM!" John jumped a mile high, a tad prematurely. A few sparks jittered out the end of the wand.
Morphena and Steph were in a fit of laughter.
John scowled, and drew his-
"Expelliarmus!" Morphena cast lazily, and John's wand flew out of his hand.
Morphena casually flicked his wand, and summoned it from the floor. He examined it calmly.
"Don't go getting any ideas, Jerry," he said slowly in that aggravating patronizing voice that Morphena simply loved to give anyone whose wand he was holding. "Maybe this is why people don't like you, you immature little prat."