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[alt_amycus]

Mysteries that were closed have been opened for those with the courage to dare and the eyes to see.

That which has been unpacked must be packed again.

Tidbit, see to it. I'll be leaving for Hogwarts just after luncheon.

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[alt_terry]

yes sir

[alt_terry]

uh . . . sir, when you say you'll be leaving for Hogwarts, you mean both us, don't you? even if your boot doesnt have anything to pack

[alt_amycus]

I don't know.

[alt_terry]

sir, sorry, sir? you . . . you dont know? boot doesnt understand, sir.

[alt_amycus]

I mean I haven't decided yet.

[alt_terry]

sir? you . . . you mean boot might not go back? but why??

[alt_amycus]

What's this? Is the tidbit sitting up and questioning his Master then?

Is this what a week of being away from my personal supervision has done to you?

[alt_terry]

sir, no sir! boot just meant -- oh, boot just doesnt want to be away from your side!

[alt_amycus]

Want? Whatever gives you the uppity idea that a mudblood's personal wishes has anything to do with what his Master decides to do with him, hmm?

Perhaps Master is growing a little weary of you. Ever thought of that?

[alt_terry]

I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up to No Good

Bloody hell. Not go back to Hogwarts? He'd really leave me here??

[alt_terry]

Sir, please! its just . . . who could look after you better than boot? boot knows all the ways to please you best, doesnt he? hasnt your mudblood always served you well?

I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

[alt_gredforge]

don't worry Professor, even if he left you here, we'd make our dad come and get you, and at the very least you would be away from him.

[alt_amycus]

Oh, no need to worry about that. You'd serve me well by serving the cause of science, see.

All sorts of notes I've got about you, tidbit. Going back years. Malfoy brought it to mind, and Rookwood was very interested in those notes. Very interested indeed.

I think he'd greatly appreciate the chance to take over some of that note-taking himself. An opportunity like this doesn't come along too often for him.

I'd think you'd be proud to have such a great man taking in interest in mud like you.

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[alt_terry]

Could he? Could he really?

[alt_terry]

I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up to No Good

Building Seven! He's talking about Building Seven! Giving me over to that--shite!

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[alt_gredforge]

Yes he can.

And if he can't then we'll find some other way.

We won't leave you in there Professor, don't worry.

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[alt_lee]

You're stuck with us mate, we'll make sure your alright.

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[alt_lee]

Hey Gred, do you know what the legalities are, like if he leaves Terry at the camp then is he giving him up for good, or does Terry still belong to him?

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[alt_terry]

I don't--I don't know. There's a magical contract of ownership, it's between Master and the Ministry. It says I'm his property. I don't know if he leaves me here if it's in force because he's leaving me where he wants me to be, or if he'd sign it over to Rookwood. Either way your Dad wouldn't be able to do anything!

The only hope would be getting him to change his mind.

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[alt_gredforge]

Dad would be able to pull some strings or something, but don't worry to much, we'll figure something out. We're experts at finding ways around rules after all.

Hang in there Professor, hopefully we'll see you tomorrow.

[alt_terry]

sir, just--just please come back to your room, sir. boot has the fire going, and a late supper ready. Coddled eggs, just the way you like them. And the Firewhiskey is already poured out for you.

boot would do anyth

[alt_terry]

I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up to No Good

I'll convince him somehow. Somehow I will.