Prompt 26 - Transfiguration
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“Sirius, I told you not to try and put your own eyeliner on without me,” Remus told him between fits of laughter.
“You look like a sad panda!” Regulus was almost useless at this point. His laughter shook his entire frame, and he was struggling to breathe.
“Oi, sod off then!” Sirius sulked.
“Sirius, wait!” Regulus called, getting his laughter under control. “Is James there?”
“Yeah. Hang on a sec, and I’ll get him. JAMES!!!” He bellowed, not even bothering to move away from the mirror.
“What’s up, Padfoot? You alright?” Huge guffaws burst from James’s mouth once he caught sight of Sirius’s botched makeup attempt.
“Oh, bugger off, Prongs!” Sirius stormed off. He dropped the mirror on the bed so Regulus and Remus got a lovely view of the ceiling. James grabbed it up, and his face filled the glass.
“Hi, love, you alright? Hi Remus.” He waved.
“Hi,” Remus waved back. Regulus nodded.
“Is Sirius coming back?” He asked.
“Sirius, you coming back or not?” James called just as loudly as Sirius had. They could hear Sirius shuffling back into the room, and he appeared next to James, now free from his makeup.
“I found it,” Regulus smirked. “Took it right out from under Lucius’s nose.” The three of them gawped at him in disbelief.
“Where was it?” Sirius asked.
“In his library on the centre bookcase.”
“Are you kidding?! Godric, he’s an idiot.” Sirius snorted.
“Will he notice it’s gone?” Remus asked seriously.
“I don’t think so. He caught me near it, but I pretended to be really drunk, and he got me out of there, probably scared of his first editions. I used a transfiguration spell of a—on something else there and imbued it with a small amount of dark magic at the same time. I doubt Lucius will be able to tell the difference.”
“Are we meeting at Rosier House tonight, then?” James wanted to know.
“No. Both of my parents are here, and it’s late. If we go out now, it will be suspicious. Mother has meetings or something most of the day tomorrow. So we’ll meet, say, around 9? As long as the coast is clear.”
They made their goodnights, and all went to bed.
Walburga left early the next morning, and so did the boys.
They were surprised to see James, Sirius and Lily already there, waiting for them in the house.
“You’re here early,” Regulus said as he accepted a kiss from James. James shrugged.
“Sirius and I are. That one stayed the night,” He jabbed his thumb at Lily and was hit with a tickling hex. “Worth it,” He gasped.
“Come on then. Spill the beans. Why have you gathered the Thestrals at this ungodly hour?” Evan questioned, stopping Lily and James from going any further. Regulus pulled the diary from his pocket and held it up.
“I found it.” He told them. And when he explained where he found it, Barty chirped in.
“What is with these guys and being such—” Pandora waltzed over and stuffed a cauldron cake in Barty’s mouth as they all knew what had been about to come out of his mouth. He stuck his fingers up but mostly quietly ate his treat.
“So now all we need to do is destroy them?” Lily asked Regulus. He nodded. “Great, I’ll go get the venom.”
“Wait,” He stopped her. “I think we need to take them somewhere to do it. In case something happens when we try and destroy them.”
They sat for a while, thinking of places to go.
“Random field?” Evan suggested.
“If we could properly ward it. But then, if the field is destroyed, how would we cover it up?” Regulus rebutted. They kept coming up against the same problem. If the Horcruxes destroyed the area, how would they hide it?
“What about the forbidden forest?” Remus wondered aloud. “As long as we stay clear of the centaur heard and the acromantula. We should be left alone, and if we destroy a bit of the forest, it’s huge and will regrow itself over what was lost.” Sirius and James both nodded, thinking it was a great idea.
“What do you mean acromantula? Are there actually acromantula in the forest?” Barty and the others had gone slightly paler than usual at the thought of the murderous arachnids.
“We know where they are. As long as we don’t go near the nest, we’ll be fine.” Sirius waved off their fears. “We’ve been in there loads of times and never had a problem.”
“Right, it’s settled then. We meet tomorrow in the forbidden forest.” He looked to James. “Where should we actually meet?”
“Wait in the trees behind Hagrid’s cabin. That’s probably going to be the easiest place to gather, especially if we arrive at different times.” He looked around the room at the seven other people. “I can do this on my own, you know. You can all stay here, and I’ll go on my own.”
“What, and let you take all the glory, fuck off,” Barty smirked.
“Can’t do tomorrow, Reggie,” Sirius spoke up.
“Why not?” Sirius had nothing else to do. He’d been complaining for days that Moody wouldn’t give him an assignment.
“It’s Jamie’s birthday, and we have a date with Monty and Effie.” Regulus spun to look at James, horrified.
“I forgot your birthday.”
“Don’t worry about it. You’ve had a lot on your mind.” James consoled him.
“You guys free in the evening?” Evan asked.
“Yeah. Should be. We’re just having lunch with my parents.” James answered.
“Good. That means you can come to you’re birthday party here.” Pandora beamed at him. She grabbed Lily’s hand. “Come on, dear, let’s go catch some fairies for the lights.” And she skipped out of the room, towing Lily behind her.
“That okay, delaying a day?” James asked Regulus.
“Of course, we’ll go to the forest after.” James beamed at him and scooped him up to plant a kiss on his lips.
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La Mode illustrée, no. 13, 26 mars 1876, Paris. Toilettes de Mme Fladry, 43, rue Richer. Chapeaux de Mme Deloffre, 4, r. de l'Echiquier. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands
Toilette de courses. Jupe en faye vert Nil, sans garnitures. Tunique en cachemire de l'Inde de même couleur, ouverte par derrière et se croisant, sous une agrafe tenant à une chaîne d'argent. Grande poche-portefeuille carrée, placée très-bas. La tunique est entièrement bordée de trois lacets d'argent. Corsage avec basques, retenu par une ceinture de cuir vert, incrustée d'argent. Les lacets d'argent simulent un capuchon pointu et des revers repliés sur les manches et les basques du dos.
Toilette de promenade. Jupon en faye, nuance tourterelle foncée, garnie d'un large volant plissé que surmontent par derrière plusieurs rangées de grands plis. Tunique en livonienne, nuance tourterelle plus claire que le jupon, se boutonnant sur le côté. La garniture se compose de plusieurs biais de faye pareille au jupon et d'une frange treillagée des deux teintes. Casaque pareille à la tunique. Le devant de droite forme un angle très-prononcé, qui croise largement pour se boutonner. Plastron en faye de même teinte que le jupon; manches pareilles au corsage avec sous-manches pareilles au jupon.
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Ensemble for the races. Nile green faye skirt, without trimmings. Indian cashmere tunic of the same color, open at the back and crossing, under a clasp holding on to a silver chain. Large square wallet pocket, placed very low. The tunic is entirely bordered with three silver laces. Bodice with basques, held by a green leather belt, inlaid with silver. Silver laces simulate a pointed hood and folded cuffs on the sleeves and back peplums.
Walking ensemble. Petticoat in faye, dark dove shade, trimmed with a large pleated flounce topped by several rows of large pleats from behind. Livonian tunic, dove shade lighter than the petticoat, buttoning on the side. The trim consists of several faye biases similar to the petticoat and a trellised fringe of both shades. Coat similar to the tunic. The right front forms a very pronounced angle, which crosses widely to button. Faye bib of the same color as the petticoat; sleeves similar to the bodice with under-sleeves similar to the petticoat.
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Photograph of President William Jefferson Clinton Participating in a Briefing on Kosovo
Collection WJC-WHPO: Photographs of the White House Photograph Office (Clinton Administration)Series: Photographs Relating to the Clinton Administration
Original caption: This item is a photograph of President William Jefferson Clinton participating in a briefing on Kosovo. Participants include Secretary of State Madeleine Albright, William Cohen, George Tenet, Sandy Berger, John Podesta, Jim Steinberg, and General Henry Shelton.
The briefing is taking place in the Oval Office. President Clinton sits in an armchair. His advisors sit on couches and other chairs. Madeleine Albright in a red dress is the only woman present. Three advisors wear military uniforms, the rest are in suits. Many hold papers or pads on their laps and are taking notes. The presidential seal is visible on the blue rug.
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