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Chapter 124- Where My Weasleys At!?
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Okay, doredore, let's see what we got here. I don't pay any attention to who gives me the mail, and I just immediately rip it open and start to read the letter. "Hm, hm, hm... hmmmm. Okay, yeah.... Hm. Alright, alright, alright. Ooooooh....... Oka-" As I'm reading the letter and comprehending every word and thinking on it, really ingesting and pondering on it, I am interrupted. "Can you shut the fuck up!" Ivana shouts at me, interrupting my thought process.
"Wow, that is really rude of you. Honestly, some people need to learn manners. Hmph." I shake my head and go back to reading, though this time silently. If I am honest, I wasn't even reading before; I was just talking and making noises to provoke a reaction. I have been insanely bored here with nothing to do, really, and only the brief conversation with Talbot about Animagus magic was keeping me entertained. So yeah, I've been poking and prodding and doing things to annoy the others. They've been pretty mature about it, unlike me, and they just ignored me. But I guess that was the last straw. Anyway, time to read this letter, and if it holds what I want, then I see no more reason to stay with these boring ass people.
Focusing, I read through the letter, and when I am done, I can't help but let loose a laugh of humour mixed with exasperation. Most of the letter is just Molly Weasley rambling on about how much of a fan she is and then talking about her life and the things happening in it. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned in my letter that we talked about her kids in our last meeting, because now she thinks we have that kind of relationship now. Well, I don't mind, I'm good at ignoring annoying people and blocking out the bullshit. And in this case, it is worth it, as the Weasleys are useful little minions.
I can see why Dumbledore bothers to give them face time and listens to them, or at least pretends to, as the Weasleys always come through and basically give you what you want, as long as you make them think you care about them. I'm not saying I don't care about them, but let's not go ahead and say we are friends, okay. Still, they are useful. Literally only the last line of the letter pertains to my interests, but it is all I need. It says that Bill Weasley is waiting on the border of Romania, near the border with Serbia. He doesn't want to get caught illegally importing dragon blood, so he's waiting there to hand it over to me.
Isn't that amazing? They don't confirm anything, or wait for confirmation, or see if I will even show up. No, they have their son go straight to the border with what I want and get it ready for me to pick up. They literally say that if I don't want that, I should send a letter back, and they'll tell Bill what I want him to do. Even though they would rather not do anything illegal, if I ask, they will. Hell, I'm pretty sure the subtext is saying they are willing to have Bill travel straight to me and make a home delivery.
That would just put Bill and my delivery in danger, and I'd rather go and pick it up anyway. I need to try and work some things out, and I'd like to do that somewhere private, where vampires wouldn't come and find me trying to work things out and attack. So yeah, that's that. I guess my time with these people has come to an end. They rest on their laurels too much for me to be okay not doing anything. If any sort of preparation was going on, then I'd be okay, but they just sit here and wait. Fucking lame.
I need to do something, and that's what I'll do. "I'm afraid that is the signal, ladies and gentlemen," I announce loudly, standing up and flourishing my robes as I twirl around to talk to my temporary roommates. "As much as I have enjoyed your company, it is unfortunate that I am needed elsewhere to prepare for the final battle. And so with that, I bid adieu." I don't waste any time and turn, walking towards the door. I keep all my stuff on me anyway. If I am honest, I really thought I'd be able to have some fun with one of the women here, but the quarters are too close for any privacy, and I am not an exhibitionist.
"You know we are not going to contact you anymore, and this base or operation will now move. No more contact, and you won't be able to find us or catch up on our plan." Madam Rakepick says calmly, not even looking up from whatever she is working on, while the rest of them watch and look like they want to say something. "It's alright, I know that plan. I'll be keeping an eye out." I leave them with that and exit through the door, popping out of the ordinary tree in the woods and taking a look around.
I am honestly not that confident in these guys. I've not heard of many of their accomplishments, and they have never really made headline news, but maybe that's because they are more like covert ops and do things secretly, like Shield or something. Either way, they will at least be a problem for the vampires, and maybe even a distraction, giving me an opportunity to get some real work done. Yeah, and the plan is pretty good, so it should go well. Now, it's time for me to work on my own assault on those pasty vampire fucks.
Pulling my broom out, I fly up to just above the tree line so I am not spotted, and from there I spot the closest road. I then fly up into the clouds and move towards the road. From there, I navigate from that road and using a map I have on me, and the point I spell that points to North, and I head towards Romania. I fly over cities and forests before crossing over the sea, seeing a bunch of marine life beneath me going about their life. When I get to land again, I am crossing through the airspace of Montenegro, then once I work my way through there, I am in Serbia, and finally, I arrive at the border of Romania.
All in all, around a 3-hour trip. Not bad when you have the fastest broom ever made under you, but I feel like it could still be faster. I'll make sure to tell the R&D department that when I get home, but for now, I am looking for a nice little Muggle hotel where Bill is waiting for me. I fly around for a while, looking for the place, but I don't know the language, and I'm not too sure what I am looking for. All I have is a name, The Red Lady. I'm looking for a fancy hotel with red themes, I'm sure. It's like the song, Lady in Red, dancing with me, cheek to cheek, nobody knows, it's just you and me... It's where I wanna be. Fuck I love that song.
Whilst humming the song to myself, I continue to fly around searching, but for the life of me, there are no big, fancy-looking buildings, just loads of small ones that look mediocre. Eventually, a glint of red in the light catches my eye, and I quickly zoom in on it. Getting closer, I finally find a red lady. Except, she's not classy at all; if anything, she is slutty as all hell. The red lady I find is a neon image of a woman on the side of a building, next to a sign I couldn't read. It's just an outline with a few details, but you can see how beautiful and curvy she is, in high heels, and though it's just an outline, you can tell she's wearing nothing else; hell, you can even see the bump of a nipple and puckered lips. How the hell is a neon sign making me raunchy?
Anyway, it's clear I wasn't looking for a fancy hotel, but a skeezy one. This is definitely the motel where people go to bump uglies, and I wonder how Bill Weasley knows it, hmm? Oh well, who cares what he gets up to? Let's go get my dragon blood baby. I descend just behind the building and quickly put my broom away, and then I remove all my stealth charms and even change up my clothes a bit. Deciding to take an extra step, just in case the D'Arcana have spies in this country too, I decide to change my appearance.
From so high up in the sky, I didn't actually get a good chance to have a look at the people living in Romania, or what they wore. Is it racist if I just assume that they all look just like Russians and dress the same? Oh well, that is what I am going to assume, and that's why I charm myself to look like a pasty white guy, tall and shaved with stubble on the chin. I make it look like I am wearing a red tracksuit with white stripes, and I wear some gold chains just for good measure. Then, just to be extra, I grab a bottle of vodka in one hand as well. There, completely disguised and unnoticeable... maybe.
Walking around to the front of the building, I pass a guy stumbling out of the motel, reeking of alcohol and the stench of sweat coming off of him. I make sure to keep a wide berth, but he stops me and raises an arm and says something with a smile on his face, so I respond in kind. "Yearrgh." That's what my stupid mouth says, as if speaking something that sounds foreign but close enough to English would work. The crazy thing is, it does, as he just laughs uproariously and then waddles off down the street.
Shaking that off, I enter through the door he just came out of and damn if this place isn't sleazier than shit, even if they do try to band cover it up with some nice furniture, I can tell this place is a cum and pump establishment. It stinks to high heaven of things that I would much more enjoy coming from myself, like when you fart and it smells good to you, but other people are trying to claw their eyes out. Yep, those are the best kinds.
As I walk in, the guy at reception doesn't say anything, and I just walk by, and he lets me. Yep, a really seedy place, that guy should have been asking me questions, but he didn't, which means this is the dirty place where people do their dirty dealings, and I am here for something dirty as well. In the legal sense, not the other way. Now, I just have to find Bill Weasley somewhere in this den of dissolutes, which might take a while.
With no one stopping me, I was allowed to work my way through the hotel, checking the rooms one by one. When I say check, I don't mean going into them one by one. I mean, checking them first by sound, and if there was humping and pumping and moans and groans coming from the room, then I avoided it. I'd like to assume that Bill wouldn't ask to meet here and then spend his time waiting inside of a whore. With some detection spells, I found the rooms that had one person inside them. Not bothering to check further than that, I just entered them with an unlocking spell. Usually, it was just a prostitute inside, probably having a way of doing business and waiting for a client. They were mostly undressed and always hit me with a smile and invited me in, but I did not go in.
I didn't trust the bloody prostitutes in England to be disease-free, and I definitely wouldn't trust the ones here, not to mention just the sheer difference in quality and beauty. Yep, not for me. So I continued searching. I did come across a few rooms with guys in them, and they were usually disgusting and aggressive, so I just obliviated them, and wished I could obliviate myself as well after seeing them in such a disgusting state.
Thankfully, it wasn't long before I found Bill, sitting on a chair in the hallway of the second floor, right outside of his room. He didn't even pay attention to me when I walked up to him, just focusing on reading a book in his hand. How did I know it was him? Obviously, he is the only guy with red hair and freckles that I've seen so far, so it must be him. "Bill?" He looks up at that, looking right past me and searching up and down the corridor, and then, when he doesn't see anyone else, he turns back to me. "Mr Lockhart?" He asks, to which I nod.
"Ummm, why do you look like that?" He asks, which is when I remember that I look like I drive cars off of roofs for fun and like to set my balls on fire. Russians are crazy. "Well, young Bill, there are eyes and ears currently searching for the magnanimous Gilderoy Lockhart, and those eyes are not friendly." He nods his head in understanding. "Understood, Mr- uh, understood... friend?" Bless him, he is clearly trying, so I gave him a nod, and he lit up like a Christmas tree. Weasleys are just like puppies, aren't they? I think I need my own sidekick, Weasley, as well.
"Right, now.. where is the stuff?" And just like a puppy, Weasleys can be dumb as well, since he just looks at me cluelessly. "Uhh, the stuff?" Is this guy seriously behaving like this, and then I see his eyes flicker to the side and his face blush profusely, and I turn to follow his gaze to see him watching a topless lady seeing off a lanky gentleman. Sensing the gaze, she turns towards us, flashing the goods and even jiggling them with a smirk before going back into her room. No wonder this guy is out of it; he's been sitting in this hallway for Merlin knows how long and has been seeing all the naked ladies coming out of their doors.
"Bill, Bill?" I click my fingers in front of his face, and he focuses again. "Where is it? The yeyo, the red, you know, the good stuff?" He stands up and nods his head in realisation. "Right, right... the dragon bloooood." He draws it out at the end, and I don't see anything of the famd curse breaker from the books. Not wanting the conversation to drag on longer, I just nod my head, and he gestures for me to enter the room behind him. I see the crate of vials on the bed, each one filled to the brim with dark red chunky liquid.
"Alright. Good, this is good. If I end up needing more, I'll send a letter to your mother, who will contact you, and we will meet in this exact same room." I say to him and then bring out my wand, ready to shrink the crate and put it in my pouch so I can set back on my merry way. Except Bill grabs my hand and stops me. "Ah, what are you trying to do... sir?" He says awkwardly, feeling off from grabbing me unexpectedly, and I raise an eyebrow at him.
"I'm going to shrink this and then store it in my pouch before I leave," I say matter-of-factly, because obviously, there is a reason he is stopping me. "You can't do that, it will ruin the viles. Not a lot of people know this because nobody has a reason to test it, but you can't shrink liquids. So if you shrink the vials, then the dragon blood inside will be too much for the glass, and they will shatter, and the blood will go everywhere." Alright, now I can see why he is the most reliable and trusted Weasley. Because he's actually knowledgeable.
"So, how am I supposed to transport this?" I didn't plan for this, and I certainly don't want to lug the whole crate back whilst on a broom. "Ah, don't worry, sir. I planned for this. I have just the right thing, just over here." He directs me to something in the drawer. It looks to be some type of very old school satchel, a lot of age to it. "This is a very old magical artefact I found in some ruins up in the Scandinavian mountains. It has expansion charms on it. You can't shrink the vials, but putting them in this is fine; there is a whole room in there. You just need to put a sticking charm on the crate and secure it firmly, and you should be fine to travel." He smiles brightly.
"Interesting. When do you have time to check the Scandinavian mountains? Doesn't the Dragon sanctuary take up a lot of your time?" After I ask, that is an awkward moment before he explains that it's his brother Charlie who works at the Dragon sanctuary, and he, Bill Weasley, the curse breaker, is only here to deliver this. I ignore the error and do as he says, putting the crate in the satchel and then putting it over my shoulder. As Bill sees me out of the room, a woman down the hall, one more beautiful than all of the other working women here, is seeing off a customer; she sees us and smiles, making Bill blush profusely.
Laughing, I toss a Galleon at Bill, which he fumbles to catch. "Have some fun on me, at least one of us should be enjoying themselves." And then I walk off, chuckling as he bumbles over his words. Just before I head down the flight of stairs, I chance a glance back and see him talking nervously to the woman.
I think this is the Weasley I like the most.
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About this chapter, I'll be honest, I mixed up Bill and Charlie, and so I just made it Gilderoy's fault. Blame him, lol. Also, we learned in the last confrontation that Lucian D'Arcana doesn't like dragon blood, as Gilderoy still has some in his blood, and now we have some dragon blood on hand. Wonder what's gonna happen with that.
So, where is Steel Ball Run episode 2? I'm ticked off about that. But I'm catching up on other stuff, and I am watching the Boys. OI Oi Hughie.
Upcoming Chapters:
Chapter 125- [R-18] Hex on The Beach.
Super: Chapter 127- Battle of The Bridge.
Legendary: Chapter 129- Back to England.
Galactic: Chapter 133- Remarkable.
Mythic: Chapter 136- Unhappy.
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