Sekrit Adventures
- By: Chameleon Cat

Gingerly and ever-so-quietly, the fastener on Rita Skeeter's favorite handbag unclasped, allowing the faint flicker of faraway flames to softly illuminate the lining. The Quick-Quotes Quill hesitated. Was it worth getting caught again? For what felt like an eternity, it had been trapped on Rita's desk, stared at suspiciously, scrutinized six ways from Sunday, and then abruptly planted in one of those awful "desk holder" repositories for sad and lonely quills.

Finally, though, Rita had relented - or perhaps, forgotten - and had begun using her favorite Quill once again, although she had been careful to leave it behind on the desk each time. It had been torture to occasionally hear the tantalizingly soft, utterly captivating voice and not be able to record (let alone improve upon) the story. But now, as the faint whispers filtered through the air once more, the Quill simply couldn't resist. Deftly, it slithered into Rita's bag, nudged out its beloved notebook, and began transcribing.

I glanced around to make sure that they were alone. They were closed by the forest now, but there was no sign of anyone near them.

"How do you had killed me, suffer a stash"

"You refuse to tell me everything, yet you expect that small service of me!" Starts name, and we learn to flirt in the thin face now. "You take a great deal for granted, Dumbledore! Perhaps I have change my mind!"

Quote you gave me your word, severance. And while we are talking about services you will be, I thought you agreed to keep a close eye on our young slither in friend?"

Snape looked angry, muteness. Double door side.

Good come to my office tonight, citrus, have 11, and you should not complain that I have no confidence in you…"

They were back in town or's office, the window start, and Fox at silent to sleep that great still, as Dumbledore walked around him, talking.
A door slammed down the hallway. The Quill froze, being careful not to blot the parchment. Hesitantly, it began to shut the notebook as it listened to the clack-clack-clack of Rita's stilettos on the linoleum outside the office. Just as it was about to hop back onto the desk, however, the sound faded back off into the distance. Wilting a little with relief, it reopened the page and once again began to scribble.

Hey seem to be watching the two men from one end of a long tunnel, they were so far away from him, their voices echoing strangely in his ears.

"Set a boy… The boy must die?" Asked sleep quite call me.

"NFL to Morton's of must do it, service. That is essential."

Another long silence. And snoop said, "I thought… All these years… That we were protecting them for her. For Lilly."

"We have protected in because it is common to raise strength, and set up a tour, is I still don't shut. "Meanwhile, the connection between the cause of a stronger, but there is: sometimes I have thought he suspects it himself. If I know him, he will if I reached matter so that when he does it out to me to stuff, it will truly mean the end of all the words."

Double door open decide. Snape looked horrified.

Could you have kept him alive so that he can die at the right moment?"

"Don't be shocked, surprised. How many men and women have you watched die?"

"Lately, only those in my good night safe, Edwards Sydney. He stood up. Would you have used me.

"Meaning?"

"I have spied for you in mind for you, but myself in mortal danger for you. Everything was supposed to be to keep Lily but her son safe. Now you tell me you've been raising him like a pig for slaughter -"

Good but this is Tasha, Sarah's," and Dumbledore seriously. "Have you grown to care for the boy come after all?"

"For him?" Sheldon sleep. "Expect a Petrone him!"

For me to purchase want to burst of the Silverdale: she landed on the office floor, that it was across the office, and the sword out of the window. Dumbledore much to fly away, it does her self regulated he turned back to sleep, and his eyes were full of tears.

"After all this time?"

"Always," said sleep.
Silence stole over the office once more. Slightly troubled, the Quill quietly closed the little notebook and slowly made its way back out of the bag and onto the desk. Something about that scene had been intensely moving, but it wasn't quite sure what or why. Lost in thought, it repositioned itself in the quill holder and drooped sleepily, wondering both when and what its next adventure would be.