Black Saturday

Outro 13

'Rahal!'
The whole group stopped mid-step and aboutfaced. Behind them stood another elf woman, this one donning a suit that did not appear at all to be from Navia. The way the dark-chrome thing glowed screamed 'cyberpunk'. Her hands in her battlesuit's pockets, she strode forward with a sadistic grin.
Rahal sent the girl her own. 'Well well well! Well well well well well! If it isn't Balsa Reika.'
'You've got some nerve stinking up Morgunstjarna will your murderous arse.'
Reika lacked Rahal's babyface and gothy black hair, instead having a short, sharp, hot pink pixie cut with a flair half covering her right eye.
'What's her problem?'
'Just follow me, don't worry about it. Leave these two alone.'
'Eni!' Luna shouted. 'Be safe!'
Rahal cocked her head over her shoulder and blew the girl a kiss. 'Don't cry for me, Moonshine.'

After they exited the alley and found themselves in a flower-filled plaza, Hermione asked again, 'Seriously, what was her problem? Who was that?'
Solomon looked back. 'That was Basla Reika, another noble high-elf. Those two have a history with each other, and I won't bore you with the details. I'll assume Adeus Rahal tipped her off that Eni's back in town.'
Before them stood Ron, chomping on a sweet. He walked out with a dwarf, the one known as Poxhart.
'We saw the whole thing,' he said. 'Why is everyone here such prats?'
Luna answered, 'Eni told me it's because of a dark lord who destroyed the world.'
Poxhart spoke up, his voice simultaneously gruff and nasally, saying, 'Aye, you're referring to Kyaman Bol'Yaga. Christ, it's been a long time since I heard anyone with the balls to say that name around these parts.'
Solomon said, 'You should know by now that they're unused to this world. Of course, we should give them our thanks for making sure their own world doesn't descend to such incredible lun... Hrmm, insanity.'
Poxhart dragged a sack across the stone plaza and pulled out one of its contents. 'Now then... Ronald 'n I 'ave been getting down to some basic triestic druidry. I presume you have a Black Saturday?'
'Rahal has it.'
'Napalm wine, then?' This time, Solomon pulled the flask from his pocket and handed it to Poxhart. The dwarf pulled the cork from the top and took a whiff. 'Whoof! Putrid. One of the best concoctions I've seen yet.'
'We spent hours getting it right,' Harry said. 'Hermione did most of the work, I mean.'
'As usual.'
'Right, then! What else... Ah, yes— the blood of the fairest maiden!' Poxhart approached Luna, grabbed her hand, and pinched her finger. The girl flinched, and Poxhart let a single drop of blood fall into the flask. 'Now all we hafta do is wait for Rahal to return.'
Luna sucked her finger, and Solomon leaned upon a well's wooden frame.
'Harry,' he began. Harry looked up. 'You're proficient at using the Patronus charm, correct?'
'You've already asked this.'
'Well now it's important.'
Harry paused. 'I can make one. Why do you ask?'
'This is what Rahal planned. This is all her doing. We have the napalm wine, and she's got the Black Saturday.'
'But that's a forbidden potion!' Hermione said. 'If you cross the two, you'll have the power to raise the dead.'
Solomon sucked on a freshly lit cigarette fag. 'Take it up with Eni.'
And right as he said that, Rahal dropped to the ground from a nearby rooftop. She pressed the whole group to a wall just under an awning, and as soon as footsteps upon the rooftop came and went, she stepped back out into the moonlight.
'Brilliant evening! Absolutely brilliant!'
Hermione grabbed Rahal. 'We're not helping you do anything arcane.'
'Anything arca— what are you on about?'
Solomon facepalmed. 'The Black Saturday, Eni. Don't play dumb.'
'Oh, right. Yes, yes, that's not my intention.' She yoinks the vial from Poxhart before the dwarf realized what had happened, pulled the black rose from behind her ear, crushed its petals, and sprinkled it into the napalm wine. The moment the petals hit the potion, they disintegrated into violet flames. 'This does have Luna's blood, yes?' Luna, still tending to her minor wound, nods. 'Alright then. I summon... Harry Potter!'
This sent shockwaves throughout the group, and Harry screamed, 'What?'
Silence.
'Um, Harry? I sorta need you. Like, right here. Get your wand out.' The silenced filled with awkwardness. He walked forward and fumbled with his wand. 'Now, dip it into this bottle.' He obeyed, and allowed the thick and gooey black wine coat the tip of his wand. 'And finally, aim it towards the sky and summon a Patronus.'
Ron whispered to Hermione, 'Poxhart explained to me what's going on. All that's going to happen is—'
'Expecto Patronum!'