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Saul wasn't at all sorry that he didn't still look like he was a child. Who wanted ter look like a creepy porcelain doll forever? Only Amarantha de Talone.
"How d'ya s'pose yer just gonna up an' leave with apologizing?" Saul growled. "And d'ya really think we'd just letcha go back ter yer shop, collect all yer things ya use for this time-stoppin' stuff, and be on yer merry way?"
No no. He shook his head in disgust and closed the remaining gap between them, stepping around Amarantha and wrenching both of her arms up behind her. Saul nodded to Hops and kept the redhead's arms folded tight.
"Call the MLE, Lagerty. We got ourselves a laaaaww breaker here."
"I don't have any of the potion left, sir, so I don't have any
things required for... time stoppin' stuff." Amarantha found herself suddenly being held captive by the enormous brute, who... REALLY ought to have remembered that he was crazy strong and she was itty bitty by comparison. He was HURTING her.
As for the MLE, well... she would really rather not have to deal with them. Prison didn't agree with her.
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Zephyr Hearing their exchange of words, Mordred came to understand what this shopkeeper wanted to happen. Gain more time by stealing it from others so that she can live longer. Her ways wasn’t impressive at all since she was what…more than 1,000 years old and resorted to temporarily “poisoning” her victims to lengthen her life. Not really the best way to do it given that she had more than enough time to learn the complex ways of Alchemy. “Isn’t it a bit selfish of you?” The Slytherin got out of his hiding place and joined the others. “We are not wasting our time. You are.” Mordred smirked at the girl as another shopkeeper kept Amarantha’s hands behind her. “You could have studied, Alchemy and learn to make an Elixir than come up with a sad little potion.” The boy crossed his arms in front of him and studied her. “Given that you have extended your life for more than 300 years, THAT didn’t dawn on you?” This girl must be daft, then.
Now, they were going to call the Aurors. Nice. “The man’s right. You can’t just leave like that…after what you have done. And then what? Do the same crime in another place?” What a pathetic way to escape. After all these years, it seems that Amarantha wasn’t prepared for this. The boy then turned to the man who they call Hops. “Sir, I believe we need more than an Auror to escort her back…” his words trailed off as he eyed the girl menacingly. “Perhaps, an Obliviator would come in handy…” The Slytherin smirked at her and got his wand out just in case. “You can’t turn back time and and return their memories now, can you?” Mordred sneered at the shopkeeper and smirked. “Such offense comes with a price…and I believe it is just right that they wipe out your memory…then you can leave. Forever.” The boy was tempted to do a memory charm on the girl but thought that it was best that they leave it to the Obliviators. The boy stepped back without removing his glare at the girl they called Amarantha and twirled his wand with his fingers.
"I'm not interested in getting older and living our my years as some decrepit old woman. I want to stay as I am
now. Stupid boy." Really. Quite. And terrible listening skills.
"I cannot turn back time, no, but I didn't steal anyone's memories so that is quite unnecessary. I'm sorry you fail to grasp what happened here, but if you just let the big kids handle it today, maybe something interesting will happen once you manage to perfect your reading and listening comprehension skills." And she stuck out her tongue at HIM too. Bad enough to be caught but to be accused of stupid things that she never even DID...
And it was interesting that they were so up in arms at what she did, which had no victims and really was quite harmless, but they condoned the torture she was currently undergoing AND this boy's suggestions that she have her memories stripped. That was really stupid... how would they get her confession if she couldn't remember it?
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Harold Lagerty One minute the little redheaded shopkeeper was screaming her evil plans and such at the students and the next Saul had her arms pinned and the situation under control. Hops chuckled at Amarantha before nodding at Saul. He raised his wand and swished out a large silver carp patronus on its way to the Ministry of Magic.
Some little kid suggested he send a patronus to Hogwarts and he didn't see any harm in that, the Headmaster should probably know who had been causing all the trouble this term. Another carp made it's way to the Castle. Hops turned his attention back to the other shopkeepers, ready to step in if needed.
And Hops was in on it too? Amarantha made sad faces at him, although to little effect. Why were they all TURNING on her like this? It was cruel.
Once he sent off the Patronus, however, Amarantha figured her goose was cooked. Talking of Aurors and MLE and professors went from figurative to literal. GULP.
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Zephyr Mordred had to admit that Gary had a point. The boy shrugged and leaned closer to his friend without taking his eyes off Amarantha. “I may have given her an idea, but that will be impossible once she’s locked up in Azkaban…” the boy continued to twirl his wand and it gave off green sparks. “Or maybe not at all if the Obliviators erase her memory…” Pity how this girl would live her life without knowing anything. “Or worse, she’d get the Dementor’s Kiss…” the boy leaned against the wall and continued to muse on her possible punishment.
“A Patronus? I believe I can’t make a corporeal one…” the boy shifted his attention from Gary to Hops as he cast a Patronus. “…yet.” He watched as the second one made its way back to the Castle.
“Should we bind her, sir?” Mordred asked the shopkeeper as he eyed the witch once more. Not that he underestimates the strength of the other shopkeeper who was holding her, but he thinks that they need to have all wands at the ready, in case Amarantha dares to escape. The Slytherin was more than willing to bind the witch…and if things go wrong, the others can easily set the ropes binding her on fire...
"You take a really disconcerting amount of pleasure from the idea of punishment and torture. Honestly... if anyone finds their pet has gone missing in the next few years, I hope they look to you, because you have 'future psycopathic killer' written all over your smarmy little face. I hope someone humanizes you, but... well... I won't be around to see it."
Because, you see... Amarantha de Talone had decided she was quite tired of this nonsense and it no longer pleased her to brag about her exploits to her
audience captors. It was a shame that after all these years her secret could come out, and to a group that so obviously didn't appreciate that she was so clever and resourceful and, well, lovely, but it had done her heart GOOD to be able to finally brag about it all.
And now she was bored with this. Amarantha sagged forward suddenly, which was less effective if she was more the size of the hulking beast holding her. Still, it unsettled him enough for Bunyon's grip to loosen, and before he could correct, Amarantha stepped hard on his instep and pulled herself free.
All the chatting had done ONE good thing, and that was that most of her audience had their wands lowered and their guards down. Everyone was always so willing to trust that someone else would take care of things, weren't they?
Quickly, quickly, Amarantha darted into the crowd surrounding Bunyons and Hops, hoping to avoid getting hexed because of how closely packed they all were. She reached for the nearest wand as she passed, and it was gratifying to look up into the eyes of the boy who had first caught her and ruined all her fun.
"I'll miss you most of all, my lamb," she winked boldly at him as his wand came free in her grip, and the next moment Amarantha de Talone had apparated away.