Post by David Hunter on Nov 4, 2019 21:07:27 GMT -5
“So this is it huh?” Heather asks.
“Yep. This is it,” David says.
In the midst of a midnight hour in the midst of a macabre atmosphere against an oak tree outside the large black gates of a well-regarded school, David drinks a beer straight from a glass bottle.
Yep.
This is it.
“What were you expecting?” David asks.
“I don’t know. Not this. I would’ve them to adapt to more modern times,” Heather says.
David takes another gulp from the beer bottle.
“For starters, we’re talking 2001, possibly 1997 depending on what you take inspiration from, so it’s not that modern. And secondly, it’s traditional. Europeans like their traditional,” he says.
With a final gulp of the beer, David tosses the remains into the bush behind him.
“Can’t argue with that,” Heather says with a shrug.
David approaches the gates. They’re already open and just waiting for him to walk through.
With a final sigh, David enters.
Almost immediately after, a loud pop can be heard.
Now standing in front of David—having literally appeared out of thin air—is the wizard with a long gray bear that David met the time he stole the talking hat.
A couple more pops are heard. Behind the Gandalf-rip-off is an older woman in a pointy hat and a long-nosed My Chemical Romance fan who never grew out of the emo phase.
Heather slow floats behind David, her eyebrow raised.
“Master Hunter, I was unaware you had a spectral friend,” the older woman says in a Scottish accent that would make Merida annoyed.
“Oh? You mean Heather?” David asks.
“Wait, you can see me?” Heather asks.
“Indeed,” the emo-man utters with so much monotone I’m sure Ben Stein would roll his eyes.
“Holy shit! Heather why don’t we come here more often?” Heather asks.
Because there’s a reason this is called the ‘forbidden dimension.’
Also I don’t like you.
“Shut up Heather.”
Fuck off Heather.
“And that must be our final guest. Excellent. Minerva if you would please take Young David’s hand, we may begin this meeting in more private quarters,” the old-man says.
Minerva takes David’s hand before popping away. The old-man and emo-man are quick to join them.
Heather remains behind because she can apparate.
“What the fuck is appa—”
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That was fun. Hopefully she isn’t too angry when she catches up with us.
She’ll probably be too distracted by the other students and ghosts curious about this new face.
Maybe she’ll learn to fly low given what her outfit is limited to.
Anyway…the four bodies apparate into a fairly large office. There’s a bunch of shelves filled with books and other trinkets and a fairly small mahogany desk sitting in front of an even larger alcove of other assortments.
To the right of the desk is an orange bird in a golden cage
Above that is the talking hat.
“Oh shit, it’s the hat,” David says, more in surprise than disappointment.
No that’s my job.
“Must you be so negative?” the hat asks.
Yes.
The old man takes a seat in the wooden chair more befit to be a throne behind the desk. To his left stands the Scottish woman and to his right stands the emo-man.
Both of them glower at David, who just kinda stands there.
He looks to his left and right with his hands out.
A real John Travolta meme.
“Now that we’re all here, might I interest you in a lemon drop?” the old-man asks.
He motions to a bowl of yellow candies wrapped in a small bit of plastic.
David shakes his head, grimacing at the assumption from the question.
The old man nods, smiling at David.
“I believe that it was your employer, Mr. Silver, who requested a meeting, am I right? Tell me, for what purpose would he himself not have to be joining us?” the old man asks.
David looks around the office, glancing at the various tomes and trinkets that line the shelves.
“Couldn’t tell you for sure. I was tasked with a meeting discussing what happened with the girl. That was it,” he says.
David finds a book on a shelf. He narrows his eyes, scratching the dust off it and reading the spine.
The Catcher in the Rye
With an impressed nod, David continues his investigation.
“Knowing him he probably just didn’t feel like it,” he says.
The emo-man rolls his eyes while the Scottish woman merely scowls.
“Not to be rude or anything but can I get your names? Let me start. Hey, I’m David Hunter,” David says.
“Minerva McGonagall,” the Scottish woman says.
“You may call me Snape,” emo-man.
“Albus Dumbledore,” the old-man says.
With a snap, David points towards Albus.
“That’s where I recognize you. Mary used to always talk about you,” he says.
Albus’ grin falters a bit at this news.
Snape’s eyes widen a smidge.
Minerva doesn’t change.
“Yes…well…the dealings with Miss Poppins are often regarded as…difficult,” Albus says.
Which is another way of saying—
“I can’t deal with her so it pisses me off,” the hat finishes.
Cheers mate.
David snickers a bit at the frown that Albus now shows.
Snape and Minerva share a glance over the old man before returning their gaze to David.
“Anyway…I believe that there is something we need to discuss,” Albus says.
David snaps once more.
“Right, Phoenix,” he says.
Again, Albus looks surprised.
“Wh-who?” he actually manages to stutter.
“Phoenix? The student of yours that I met in Phoenix? The one you let travel to another dimension unsupervised? Any of this sound familiar at all?” David asks.
Albus can only stare at the young man in front of him.
Snape and Minerva do their best not to glance at the other.
With a smirk, David spread his arms.
“Look let’s make this easy, alright? Mr. Silver took Phoenix out of her dimension at a moment nothing time-destroying would happen. He then put her back at that same moment she left. No harm, no foul, we dance, we kiss, we schmooze, we go home happy, what do you say?”
For the third time, Albus can only twist his head at him.
This time, Snape and Minerva do share a glance.
Snape clears his throat, turning back to David.
“You will have to excuse our esteemed headmaster. It is not every day he is shown such disrespect,” he says.
“And, more so, such conjecture,” Minerva adds on.
David lowers his arms, letting out an exhale.
“Albus, stay with me buddy,” he says.
The old man straightens his head before locking eyes with David.
For a moment, David feels a pull from his mind. A brief glimpse of memories from long ago. Memories locked away with another well-known witch.
Once the pull becomes stronger, David takes his pistol from his pocket and points it at Albus.
Minerva and Snape immediately take out their wands, aiming them right at David.
The man himself looks away, keeping his eyes focused on the wall.
“Yeah see it’s that kind of shit that makes this place a Forbidden Dimension,” he says.
Snape narrows his eyes, but doesn’t respond. He leaves it up to Minerva, whose curiosity has always outweighed his own.
“What…are you referring to?” she asks.
“Albus there. Good buddy Albus. We locked eyes, I started seeing shit I repressed,” David says.
Minerva turns towards Snape before they both look down at Albus. All the old man does is stare on at David.
“Did you feel a pull, as if something was dragging these memories out?” Snape asks.
“Yeah, that’s fairly fucking accurate,” David says.
Snape puts his wand away before looking down at the floor.
Minerva does the same, albeit much slower. She turns to the Headmaster.
“Albus…did you just try to legilimens our guest?” she asks.
She has a sugary sweet tone that is somehow forgotten in the amount of threat that pours through her words.
“I do believe we got off on the wrong foot. You see, David, we share a friend,” Albus says.
David turns his eyes towards the old man, maintaining his face at the wall. He does not lower his pistol.
“Tell me, how is Wuya doing?” Albus asks.
David tries to crack his neck.
However, despite as much as he wants to, he doesn’t.
With a scowl, forming on his face, he uses his free hand to place his head center and upright.
Taking a few deep breaths in and out to regain his composure, he takes one last look at Albus before putting his pistol away.
“I believe that you just broke the rules,” David says.
He fixes his t-shirt and brushes some dust off his jeans.
Albus grin turns to a scowl.
“Per the original agreement Mr. Silver had with Miss Granger, she was allowed to return to any time she wanted. She chose to return at the exact time that she left, thus causing no breaking of interdimensional law nor causing any time disruptions,” David continues.
He reaches into his other pocket and takes out a piece of paper. He unfolds it and walks towards Albus’ desk.
Minerva and Snape keep a grip on their wands as David throws the piece of paper in front of the old man.
“Furthermore, Mr. Silver had agreed to meet you to discuss any details you might’ve wanted to go over, either through himself or one of his employees. On that piece of paper is a detailed report of what occurred from her time of arrival in our dimension to her departure. It is noted by time and by detail. I encourage you to ask her yourself.”
David then takes a few steps back. Albus takes a few moments to glance at the paper, fixing his glasses as to focus more on the words, as tiny in 12-point Times New Roman as they are.
With a clap, Albus focuses back on his guest.
“Should you wish to discuss things further or agree to any further discussions, I implore you to speak further with my employer. Until then, I only hope my next visit doesn’t end as poorly. Minnie, Sevie, should you be inclined I would gladly speak with either of you in private at a future date. Unfortunately, I do not feel comfortable speaking to Mr. Dumbledore.”
“It’s…” Albus mutters. “Professor—”
“I don’t care if it’s doctor. You ever try to read my mind again I will not hesitate to blow your fucking brains out,” David says.
All three of the professors are shocked, to say the least. They all lean back, with Minerva actually releasing a gasp.
“What Miss Granger did was illegal in our dimension, but perfectly fine at the basis of yours not having any laws. Mr. Silver was very kind in offering this meeting in order to discuss finer details and I was perfectly accommodating despite you, Albus, being taken back. At no point did I present a threat or an uncomfortable feeling until you decided to take a trip into my thoughts.”
David sniffs once before turning around.
“Let Philip know if you need anything. And if you see Heather, tell her where I am. Oh…”
He turns back around, focusing on Albus, albeit slightly above his eyes.
“As for Wuya…I haven’t seen her since she walked away from helping us escape our Big Bad. So trust me…if she was really your friend…you would know she doesn’t want to be found. Good day.”
With that, David exits through the door, leaving three gob smacked teachers left in the fray.
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Once David reaches the area near the entrance, he stops. He leans against the big double doors, hesitating to actually leave.
He hears a few whispers and sees a couple of students walk by. They’re obviously hiding some bottles in their robes.
“Hey students. You give me one of those bottles I’ll let Snape know you helped me get to my ride when I passed out,” he says.
One of the kids, a male, shrugs his shoulders before tossing the bottle in his right hand at David. He catches it, giving a small cheers to the kids.
The students rush off, leaving David behind to twist off the cap of the alcoholic substance. He takes a few whiffs.
Cinnamon. Clearly some kind of whiskey.
With a shrug, David takes a chug.
He immediately starts to cough. He doesn’t notice Heather float in above him.
Once his coughing his complete, he takes another sip from the cinnamon whiskey.
“Hey Heather. How’d you find me?” he asks.
“I followed the mating call of you choking on a drink,” she says.
“Hm…” David says.
He takes another gulp from the bottle.
Hey Heather.
“Yes Heather.”
When you died, did you have underwear on?
“What?” she asks.
Immediately, her face turns read—somehow—and her mouth starts leaking blue.
She descends towards the floor, taking a seat next to David. Or as much a seat as she can due to the fact that can’t physically sit anywhere.
“So how were the students and ghosts?” David asks.
“A lot of the students were sleeping the ghosts were either way too old or way too perverted. There was this bad bitch in this bathroom on the third floor but when I wanted to get her number she started crying,” Heather says. “Then I got out of there.”
Heather Chandler: Still a Mythic Bitch in Death
“Shut up Heather,” she asks. “How’d your meeting go?”
David looks over at Heather while taking another couple gulps of the whiskey.
“That bad huh?” she asks, her eyes narrowed and voice sarcastic.
He shrugs, twisting the cap back onto his whiskey.
“Some shit was brought up and I just want to go home. Next time I come here I only hope it’s for the alcohol.”
Heather smirks, chuckling a bit at the situation.
David stands up, taking his leave.
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Back in Philadelphia, Mr. Silver finds himself looking at David, who is still sipping from that fire whiskey.
“So let me get this straight. You went there, just fine, and got in with no problems at all,” Silver says.
“Yep.”
“You were brought to Dumbledore’s office by himself, Snape, and McGonagall.”
“Yep.”
“You spoke them up like I told you to…”
“Yep.”
“…and Dumbledore tried to read your mind.”
“Yeah that’s where shit went south.”
“After that, you presented them with my addendum, to which their response was…”
“I don’t know. I left after that. Being reminded of my molestation by someone I’d consider a mentor kinda fucked me up. I got some nice whiskey out of it though.”
Mr. Silver looks at David as if he’s looking at the Human Centipede.
With another sound of swallows by David, he shakes his head.
“Right. Well, technically you did nothing wrong, so I suppose a deal’s a deal,” he says.
Mr. Silver reaches into his pocket, throwing a ticket towards him.
David catches it with his free hand.
“The Hunters present Tampa Bay Wrestling Academy Reunion Show. Brought to you by A&W.”
David looks up at Mr. Silver, who just matches his look.
“What? A&W are sponsoring wrestling shows?” he asks.
Mr. Silver doesn’t respond. He just continues to look at him.
“Alright, fine,” David says. “You have the patience of a fucking hawk. I get it. Steph and Lydia are going to be there, this is my chance to say goodbye, yadda yadda yadda.”
David stands up, putting the ticket into his free pocket. He then puts the whiskey on the counter before offering his hand to Mr. Silver. The two shake on it.
“Thank you for keeping your end of the deal. Once I’m back from this I’ll focus on being your ‘employee’ or whatever the fuck. Just…take this time to think about the fourth group alright?”
Mr. Silver nods his head as they release hands.
“Yep. This is it,” David says.
In the midst of a midnight hour in the midst of a macabre atmosphere against an oak tree outside the large black gates of a well-regarded school, David drinks a beer straight from a glass bottle.
Yep.
This is it.
“What were you expecting?” David asks.
“I don’t know. Not this. I would’ve them to adapt to more modern times,” Heather says.
David takes another gulp from the beer bottle.
“For starters, we’re talking 2001, possibly 1997 depending on what you take inspiration from, so it’s not that modern. And secondly, it’s traditional. Europeans like their traditional,” he says.
With a final gulp of the beer, David tosses the remains into the bush behind him.
“Can’t argue with that,” Heather says with a shrug.
David approaches the gates. They’re already open and just waiting for him to walk through.
With a final sigh, David enters.
Almost immediately after, a loud pop can be heard.
Now standing in front of David—having literally appeared out of thin air—is the wizard with a long gray bear that David met the time he stole the talking hat.
A couple more pops are heard. Behind the Gandalf-rip-off is an older woman in a pointy hat and a long-nosed My Chemical Romance fan who never grew out of the emo phase.
Heather slow floats behind David, her eyebrow raised.
“Master Hunter, I was unaware you had a spectral friend,” the older woman says in a Scottish accent that would make Merida annoyed.
“Oh? You mean Heather?” David asks.
“Wait, you can see me?” Heather asks.
“Indeed,” the emo-man utters with so much monotone I’m sure Ben Stein would roll his eyes.
“Holy shit! Heather why don’t we come here more often?” Heather asks.
Because there’s a reason this is called the ‘forbidden dimension.’
Also I don’t like you.
“Shut up Heather.”
Fuck off Heather.
“And that must be our final guest. Excellent. Minerva if you would please take Young David’s hand, we may begin this meeting in more private quarters,” the old-man says.
Minerva takes David’s hand before popping away. The old-man and emo-man are quick to join them.
Heather remains behind because she can apparate.
“What the fuck is appa—”
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That was fun. Hopefully she isn’t too angry when she catches up with us.
She’ll probably be too distracted by the other students and ghosts curious about this new face.
Maybe she’ll learn to fly low given what her outfit is limited to.
Anyway…the four bodies apparate into a fairly large office. There’s a bunch of shelves filled with books and other trinkets and a fairly small mahogany desk sitting in front of an even larger alcove of other assortments.
To the right of the desk is an orange bird in a golden cage
Above that is the talking hat.
“Oh shit, it’s the hat,” David says, more in surprise than disappointment.
No that’s my job.
“Must you be so negative?” the hat asks.
Yes.
The old man takes a seat in the wooden chair more befit to be a throne behind the desk. To his left stands the Scottish woman and to his right stands the emo-man.
Both of them glower at David, who just kinda stands there.
He looks to his left and right with his hands out.
A real John Travolta meme.
“Now that we’re all here, might I interest you in a lemon drop?” the old-man asks.
He motions to a bowl of yellow candies wrapped in a small bit of plastic.
David shakes his head, grimacing at the assumption from the question.
The old man nods, smiling at David.
“I believe that it was your employer, Mr. Silver, who requested a meeting, am I right? Tell me, for what purpose would he himself not have to be joining us?” the old man asks.
David looks around the office, glancing at the various tomes and trinkets that line the shelves.
“Couldn’t tell you for sure. I was tasked with a meeting discussing what happened with the girl. That was it,” he says.
David finds a book on a shelf. He narrows his eyes, scratching the dust off it and reading the spine.
The Catcher in the Rye
With an impressed nod, David continues his investigation.
“Knowing him he probably just didn’t feel like it,” he says.
The emo-man rolls his eyes while the Scottish woman merely scowls.
“Not to be rude or anything but can I get your names? Let me start. Hey, I’m David Hunter,” David says.
“Minerva McGonagall,” the Scottish woman says.
“You may call me Snape,” emo-man.
“Albus Dumbledore,” the old-man says.
With a snap, David points towards Albus.
“That’s where I recognize you. Mary used to always talk about you,” he says.
Albus’ grin falters a bit at this news.
Snape’s eyes widen a smidge.
Minerva doesn’t change.
“Yes…well…the dealings with Miss Poppins are often regarded as…difficult,” Albus says.
Which is another way of saying—
“I can’t deal with her so it pisses me off,” the hat finishes.
Cheers mate.
David snickers a bit at the frown that Albus now shows.
Snape and Minerva share a glance over the old man before returning their gaze to David.
“Anyway…I believe that there is something we need to discuss,” Albus says.
David snaps once more.
“Right, Phoenix,” he says.
Again, Albus looks surprised.
“Wh-who?” he actually manages to stutter.
“Phoenix? The student of yours that I met in Phoenix? The one you let travel to another dimension unsupervised? Any of this sound familiar at all?” David asks.
Albus can only stare at the young man in front of him.
Snape and Minerva do their best not to glance at the other.
With a smirk, David spread his arms.
“Look let’s make this easy, alright? Mr. Silver took Phoenix out of her dimension at a moment nothing time-destroying would happen. He then put her back at that same moment she left. No harm, no foul, we dance, we kiss, we schmooze, we go home happy, what do you say?”
For the third time, Albus can only twist his head at him.
This time, Snape and Minerva do share a glance.
Snape clears his throat, turning back to David.
“You will have to excuse our esteemed headmaster. It is not every day he is shown such disrespect,” he says.
“And, more so, such conjecture,” Minerva adds on.
David lowers his arms, letting out an exhale.
“Albus, stay with me buddy,” he says.
The old man straightens his head before locking eyes with David.
For a moment, David feels a pull from his mind. A brief glimpse of memories from long ago. Memories locked away with another well-known witch.
Once the pull becomes stronger, David takes his pistol from his pocket and points it at Albus.
Minerva and Snape immediately take out their wands, aiming them right at David.
The man himself looks away, keeping his eyes focused on the wall.
“Yeah see it’s that kind of shit that makes this place a Forbidden Dimension,” he says.
Snape narrows his eyes, but doesn’t respond. He leaves it up to Minerva, whose curiosity has always outweighed his own.
“What…are you referring to?” she asks.
“Albus there. Good buddy Albus. We locked eyes, I started seeing shit I repressed,” David says.
Minerva turns towards Snape before they both look down at Albus. All the old man does is stare on at David.
“Did you feel a pull, as if something was dragging these memories out?” Snape asks.
“Yeah, that’s fairly fucking accurate,” David says.
Snape puts his wand away before looking down at the floor.
Minerva does the same, albeit much slower. She turns to the Headmaster.
“Albus…did you just try to legilimens our guest?” she asks.
She has a sugary sweet tone that is somehow forgotten in the amount of threat that pours through her words.
“I do believe we got off on the wrong foot. You see, David, we share a friend,” Albus says.
David turns his eyes towards the old man, maintaining his face at the wall. He does not lower his pistol.
“Tell me, how is Wuya doing?” Albus asks.
David tries to crack his neck.
However, despite as much as he wants to, he doesn’t.
With a scowl, forming on his face, he uses his free hand to place his head center and upright.
Taking a few deep breaths in and out to regain his composure, he takes one last look at Albus before putting his pistol away.
“I believe that you just broke the rules,” David says.
He fixes his t-shirt and brushes some dust off his jeans.
Albus grin turns to a scowl.
“Per the original agreement Mr. Silver had with Miss Granger, she was allowed to return to any time she wanted. She chose to return at the exact time that she left, thus causing no breaking of interdimensional law nor causing any time disruptions,” David continues.
He reaches into his other pocket and takes out a piece of paper. He unfolds it and walks towards Albus’ desk.
Minerva and Snape keep a grip on their wands as David throws the piece of paper in front of the old man.
“Furthermore, Mr. Silver had agreed to meet you to discuss any details you might’ve wanted to go over, either through himself or one of his employees. On that piece of paper is a detailed report of what occurred from her time of arrival in our dimension to her departure. It is noted by time and by detail. I encourage you to ask her yourself.”
David then takes a few steps back. Albus takes a few moments to glance at the paper, fixing his glasses as to focus more on the words, as tiny in 12-point Times New Roman as they are.
With a clap, Albus focuses back on his guest.
“Should you wish to discuss things further or agree to any further discussions, I implore you to speak further with my employer. Until then, I only hope my next visit doesn’t end as poorly. Minnie, Sevie, should you be inclined I would gladly speak with either of you in private at a future date. Unfortunately, I do not feel comfortable speaking to Mr. Dumbledore.”
“It’s…” Albus mutters. “Professor—”
“I don’t care if it’s doctor. You ever try to read my mind again I will not hesitate to blow your fucking brains out,” David says.
All three of the professors are shocked, to say the least. They all lean back, with Minerva actually releasing a gasp.
“What Miss Granger did was illegal in our dimension, but perfectly fine at the basis of yours not having any laws. Mr. Silver was very kind in offering this meeting in order to discuss finer details and I was perfectly accommodating despite you, Albus, being taken back. At no point did I present a threat or an uncomfortable feeling until you decided to take a trip into my thoughts.”
David sniffs once before turning around.
“Let Philip know if you need anything. And if you see Heather, tell her where I am. Oh…”
He turns back around, focusing on Albus, albeit slightly above his eyes.
“As for Wuya…I haven’t seen her since she walked away from helping us escape our Big Bad. So trust me…if she was really your friend…you would know she doesn’t want to be found. Good day.”
With that, David exits through the door, leaving three gob smacked teachers left in the fray.
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Once David reaches the area near the entrance, he stops. He leans against the big double doors, hesitating to actually leave.
He hears a few whispers and sees a couple of students walk by. They’re obviously hiding some bottles in their robes.
“Hey students. You give me one of those bottles I’ll let Snape know you helped me get to my ride when I passed out,” he says.
One of the kids, a male, shrugs his shoulders before tossing the bottle in his right hand at David. He catches it, giving a small cheers to the kids.
The students rush off, leaving David behind to twist off the cap of the alcoholic substance. He takes a few whiffs.
Cinnamon. Clearly some kind of whiskey.
With a shrug, David takes a chug.
He immediately starts to cough. He doesn’t notice Heather float in above him.
Once his coughing his complete, he takes another sip from the cinnamon whiskey.
“Hey Heather. How’d you find me?” he asks.
“I followed the mating call of you choking on a drink,” she says.
“Hm…” David says.
He takes another gulp from the bottle.
Hey Heather.
“Yes Heather.”
When you died, did you have underwear on?
“What?” she asks.
Immediately, her face turns read—somehow—and her mouth starts leaking blue.
She descends towards the floor, taking a seat next to David. Or as much a seat as she can due to the fact that can’t physically sit anywhere.
“So how were the students and ghosts?” David asks.
“A lot of the students were sleeping the ghosts were either way too old or way too perverted. There was this bad bitch in this bathroom on the third floor but when I wanted to get her number she started crying,” Heather says. “Then I got out of there.”
Heather Chandler: Still a Mythic Bitch in Death
“Shut up Heather,” she asks. “How’d your meeting go?”
David looks over at Heather while taking another couple gulps of the whiskey.
“That bad huh?” she asks, her eyes narrowed and voice sarcastic.
He shrugs, twisting the cap back onto his whiskey.
“Some shit was brought up and I just want to go home. Next time I come here I only hope it’s for the alcohol.”
Heather smirks, chuckling a bit at the situation.
David stands up, taking his leave.
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Back in Philadelphia, Mr. Silver finds himself looking at David, who is still sipping from that fire whiskey.
“So let me get this straight. You went there, just fine, and got in with no problems at all,” Silver says.
“Yep.”
“You were brought to Dumbledore’s office by himself, Snape, and McGonagall.”
“Yep.”
“You spoke them up like I told you to…”
“Yep.”
“…and Dumbledore tried to read your mind.”
“Yeah that’s where shit went south.”
“After that, you presented them with my addendum, to which their response was…”
“I don’t know. I left after that. Being reminded of my molestation by someone I’d consider a mentor kinda fucked me up. I got some nice whiskey out of it though.”
Mr. Silver looks at David as if he’s looking at the Human Centipede.
With another sound of swallows by David, he shakes his head.
“Right. Well, technically you did nothing wrong, so I suppose a deal’s a deal,” he says.
Mr. Silver reaches into his pocket, throwing a ticket towards him.
David catches it with his free hand.
“The Hunters present Tampa Bay Wrestling Academy Reunion Show. Brought to you by A&W.”
David looks up at Mr. Silver, who just matches his look.
“What? A&W are sponsoring wrestling shows?” he asks.
Mr. Silver doesn’t respond. He just continues to look at him.
“Alright, fine,” David says. “You have the patience of a fucking hawk. I get it. Steph and Lydia are going to be there, this is my chance to say goodbye, yadda yadda yadda.”
David stands up, putting the ticket into his free pocket. He then puts the whiskey on the counter before offering his hand to Mr. Silver. The two shake on it.
“Thank you for keeping your end of the deal. Once I’m back from this I’ll focus on being your ‘employee’ or whatever the fuck. Just…take this time to think about the fourth group alright?”
Mr. Silver nods his head as they release hands.
