“Have you had enough, George?”
[Lucy asked in a bored tone. Her rapier bending slightly as she leaned against its hilt.]
[“Who is this George you speak of, young female Muggle?” With a distinct twang from the microphone, George lunged forward, holding out a rubber stick swaying in all directions.]
“Oh come off it! You’re an Agent! Not the boy-who-cried-wolf.”
[“It’s lived, Luce. Lived!” Lockwood emphasized, stepping into the kitchen in long lilac robes trailing behind him with his long silver beard brushing the tiled floor.]
[An audible very Lucy-sounding groan emitted from the mic]
“Lockwood!"
[“I must say,” Lockwood/Dumbledore continued as though he hadn’t heard Lucy. “these robes are very comfy. I wouldn’t have thought Amazon had fine clothing quality. Excellent job, Harry.”]
[“Thank you,” the Boy-Who-Lived bowed.]
[“It’s no wonder wizards favor them; I reckon we could seal up more Sources if we each wore these to our missions.”]
[“We’d be a lot quicker if we wore something easier to move in.” Harry Cubbins nodded in agreement.]
“I am not walking around town in my night gown. Thank you very much.” [Lucy huffed stubbornly]
[A creak of the door came, followed by a delicate sound of a bell and a cheerful bark that sounded like it came out of a paper cone]
“Oh not you too, Doyle!”
[ACD barked happily, mistaking her exasperated tone for one of excitement]
[“You look bewitching, Arthur!”]
[“Absolutely stunning.”]
[Lockwood/Dumbledore bent down to pick the dog/owl up]
[ACD's tail wiggled excitedly and he barked again, not letting the paper beak hinder his eagerness]
[“How did you manage to find a set of dog wings for Conan?” Lockwood/Dumbledore asked, tugging on the feathers attached to ACD’s sides.]
[“You won’t believe the things you find on the Amazon.” George Potter said with solemn reverence.]
[Lockwood/Dumbledore chuckled, his long silvery beard quivering with him]
[“I like the Gryffindor scarf, Professor. Very nice touch.” The Chosen One complimented, pulling back as he wiped ACD’s drool off his glasses, smudging the lightning bolt scar in the process.]
[“Yes, thank you."]
[Lockwood/ Dumbledore peered at the Golden Boy's forehead]
["Harry, your scar is rather poorly drawn.”]
[“It’s Lucy’s fault; she didn’t want to draw so I had to do it myself.”]
“Hey!” [Lucy protested and let out an ‘oomph’ as Lockwodo dropped ACD on her lap just as she was about to get up]
“I refuse to take part in this nonsense! Now if you don’t mind,” [A small yelp and a soft whimper came as ACD landed on the floor] “I’d like to go back to practice.”
[“Hogwash!”]
“Ahh... I believe the correct word is Hogwarts.”
[“That too! Come, Harry. We musn’t let She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named get away!” Lockwood/Dumbledore exclaimed, charging onwards with his own rubbery magic wand.]
[Two sets of footsteps stomped past the microphone followed by a gentle clinking of ACD’s bell and the swish of Lockwood/Dumbledore’s beard]
[Lockwood/Dumbledore’s voice echoed from the basement asking Lucy to bring down the crisps and sodas]
“Alright! I’ll be down in a moment.”
[With a defeated sigh, You-Know-Who juggled as many bags and bottles as she could carry and resigned herself to never mention that she hadn’t read any Harry Potter books to anyone ever again.]
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Author's Note
Hellooo again!
yes, it's been terribly long. I just havent gotten around to writing I guess ( you could probably tell hahaha) but yeah, it's summer here and I plan to spend my days writing and eating and sleeping. Basically what I'd do any day hahahaha
I'm also rereading the entire HP series to be topped off with a 24-hour HP movie marathon and the result, well.. umm.. haha that fic up there. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy your summer!!
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