An Intense suspenseful enemies-to-lovers plot with two of your favorite characters featured in one great book.
After Scooby passes away, Shaggy thinks all hope was lost. By a surprising turn of events, he becomes a visitor at the Hogwarts castle fro...
The basement door was plain wood with a letter slot. Daphne approached the door with outward confidence, but inner sorrow. The standard size of the door haunted the surrounding aura, giving the illusion that this twisted wood composed a Normal Door. But no, nothing about this door matched the relaxed, alcoholic feeling of this speakeasy. The atmosphere in the bar was so easy Daphne would have guessed that this was a time-warp, a portal to the 1920's, if it weren't for the appearance of Severus Snape. But this door reminded her of the socioeconomic state of the modern world, images of empty piggy banks swimming through her womanly mind and ripping away the pre-depression hope of the Roaring 20's.
The grievance this door caused to Daphne was not a burden easy to bear. She felt a mountain upon her shoulders, the pressure of the deep sea on her skull. She wanted to sit down but she stood her ground. Sitting would make her face level with the ominous letter slot. She had to stand tall and strong.
Then suddenly, the aura of capsizing weight ebbed along the shore of excitement. Pain turned into opportunity for the letter slot magically opened and squeezed out through it, came a ponderous hat.
Surprising Daphne, it spoke with intelligence. "Place me upon your head, hear my words."
Daphne followed these requests and then the hat started tickling her head and said "Hehe u have such soft hair and a flakeless scalp."
"Thanks It runs in the family," Daphne responded.
"You have been told this downstairs establishment only lets in the truest of hearts, the strongest of soldiers, and the heaviest of heavy wieght champions, yes?"
"Yes."
"Then what do you think makes you worthy to enter?"
"I was a member of the Mystery Gang."
" 'Was' ? Has the gang disbanded?"
"Yes, we have gone our separate ways."
"And you are not okay with this, no?"
"No. These were my best friends, and I want to rekindle, but now I think Scooby Doo is dead. I have reason to believe Fred Jones, a former member of my crew, resides behind this door, engaging in a mysterious relationship with a Hogwarts student, Draco Malfoy. Hat, this upsets me, and I wish it would discontinue."
"Daphne," the hat said, but Daphne hadn't told it her name yet, "Behind this door, the truth resides. Put me back through the slot and I may possibly open the gateway of your awakening; I will decide there if you are worthy to enter my domain. If you have failed the tests, the door will remain shut and you shan't see me again."
Daphne contorted the hat and shoved it through the letter slot, the flap closed with a metal snap. Then the doorknob started to slowly turn and it felt like the gears in Daphne's head were finally working again. This is destiny! I had many questions, but behind this door lie the answers. And I am ready to accept these truths, no matter the detriment nor pain. They are facts. Within these is reality. In this brawl among my thoughts, the only way to win is to lose. To stop the bloodshed is to let them bleed out. Pass away with either peace or agony, the outcome is a mirror reflecting the archway of my life. Like ocean waves rebirthing after every harsh crash, I will overcome the pain that this discovery may burden me with. Is the end or a new beginning near? Hat, I am ready to Know.
Suddenly the door swung open and the hat sat on the floor with a big smile.
"I am the Sorting Hat, and I welcome you to my home, Daphne Blake, daughter of Bartholomew and Nan Blake, member of the Mystery Gang cuh, and newfound possessor of knowledge. Please enter."
Daphne took a step forward while the Sorting Hat jumped down the stairs. Despite not seeing the room yet, Daphne could smell copious liquors and hear many songs and voices. She listened closely for Fred's voice; she wished longingly to hear what he might be saying to Draco behind her purple-cladded back. His voice she wanted, but no satisfaction was brought to her ears as she descended the stairs to the basement.
The smell of alcohol and cigars and modern drugs filled her nostrils to the brim. So much so that she capsized and fell over, but she did not let this embarrassing topple be the demise of her. Not now that she was so close she could taste the sweet sweet flavor of enlightenment: blue raspberry.
Daphne saw even more purple velvet as carpets, chairs, and couches as she descended the creaky. The flavor gushing down her gullet started to taste metallic, and her ears deduced that there must be many trumpets in this speakeasy. It was then that she noticed Louis Armstrong was playing trumpet jazz on a purple velvet stage. Many flappers were prancing about like Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen, and Rudolph. Daphne's eyes scanned every hook and cranny of the room but neither Draco nor Fred were to be spotted by her irises.
That's when the idea to Xray scan the room with her mental Twitter X chip that was implanted by Elon Musk when they met at Midwest FurFest. An odd reading occurred: it appeared to the chip that two people were hidden within the suits of others. This made no sense tO Daphne, but that only meant that there was a reason for investigation. She marched up to the people and they looked like ordinary flappers.
Until she noticed the ZIPPERS ON THEIR HEADS?!!?
This gave her flashbacks to the mystery gang days and her primal instincts took over. She leapt up onto a purple velvet table, roaring with the might of 1,000 lions, stealing the attention of every attendant in the speakeasy. Once on the table, she projected herself like a squirrel and free-fell, but her hands stayed poised to grip the zips. As she fell completely perpendicular to the purple velvet floor, her fingers completed their quest; the bodysuits of the mysterious slipped into halves. Daphne smacked into the floor and her nose started bleeding, but her mission could stop now that she was so close. aLl she had to do was pick up her head and see what was in front of her...
Behold, it was Draco Malfoy, and Fred...
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FRED WEASLEY?!?!?!??!
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