Just because We're Old

Flint listened as his friends argued over stealing the quenns jewels. "Technically Ozzy I'm a muggle Agent." he said laughing. "I can't deal with you personally so I'm in for stealing jewels." he said drinking the final drips of his coffee. "Hell it's been so long since I pulled off something like that I don't know if I remember how. However I do remember something like that being reported in just a few months ago," he eyed Michael and grinned. "Any ideas who might've done it?" he asked them, continuing to grin.

"Hey, nothing beats the retriver boys! Although German Sheppards come close that's for sure." he said, bringing his own dog Pokey into the conversation. "Enchanted or not, Mikey needs a dog of his own!" he said laughing. "That way we could charm the dogs to look like wolves and sent them loose on Diagon Alley. Of course we'd train them to not bite people. The FBI has special sites for dog training, it's better and longer lasting than magic." he told them.

"You cave too easy Ozzy, and you never specified by how much Mikey. But the deal is done, now Rob could easily cheat you out. Gotta think my friends, gotta use your heads." he grinned. "Ah, well we all learn from our mistakes...and man I've really bin out of the loop." he scratched his soul patch. "You say the word Ozzy and I'm in Knocturn within seconds and the shop is gone beyond repair in the hour." he told him seriously. "I know things not everyone does, muggle wise and wizard wise. But I'm always up for mischieve," he added in a lighter tone.

"Don't mention fudge unless we're actually doing this!" he said grinning. "I'll grab a boggart from my closet and we can head over to Honeydukes! I just need a wooden box and possible a giant fishtank." he said stifling a laugh. He was using an excited tone.

"Nah, just a box and a great big jar," Robert said. "I've got a jar in my cellar. Probably the box too. Don't remember if there's a boggart down there or not. Hm...I'd best find that out before the kids from next door go exploring down there and find it by mistake if there is one down there. The neighbors have two young boys, a first year and a second year. They're both fairly resilient but I doubt if Wilson has taught either of them how to deal with a boggart yet. Anyway, I say we do this thing.

"And then we can hightail it over to Flints for steaks tonight for dinner," Michael said. "And by the way, I put those back, Flint. I'm not sure why those reports are still carping about that."

"Well, now that does sound like a rewarding day. You've missed out on how domesticated Mikey is getting, Flint. He cooked a truly wonderful dinner the other night. Authentic Indian curry. Real five star gourmet stuff. Do you bake too, Mikey? You're becoming a wonderful househusband...."

"Wash your mouth out with soap," Michael said, choking on his firewhiskey. "Both of you. No women and no dogs. A cat, well, maybe. He can take care of himself."

"I'll send you one of Kate's pygmy puffs," Robert laughed. Michael just snorted indignantly.

"Seems to me I heard it that your daughter married a labrador, anyway," Michael said to Robert.

Robert sighed, rolled his eyes, and cast a dry look at Flint, temporarily ignoring Michael. "Animagus. And before you say it, my new granddaughter is an animagus too. Yes, it appears she may have unfortunately inherited that from her father. Hey, we're just glad Khaat didn't turn out to be completely out of Remus's mold. And she could have, especially after he nipped at me that one time when I got too close to him. I suppose that never qualified enough as a bite to really transfer his curse.

"At least the only thing Khaat seems to have inherited from my brother's part of the Lupin family tree is his personality. She got her mother's good looks. She is a beautiful girl. And, well, I'm not sure what she got from me..except probably her healing skills. You'll be surprised, Flint. I think the last time you saw Khaat, she was a little blond girl with freckles across her nose, trailing along with Remus every place he went. She truly is an amazing woman now. That was his doing. He'd be proud of her. "

He went on to give the nutshell version of Khaat's brief and catastrophic relationship with Rob and how, despite being bonded to each other, their marriage had failed because Rob had been dishonest from the start. He told them how Rob's neglect and abuse of Khaat, combined with his revelation about his true evil nature and his illegal potions empire had cost Khaat her pregnancy, nearly had killed Abbey, and had nearly cost Khaat her life. Robert's anger had not abated over that. Much as he dearly loved Abbey, Robert had a rage towards Rob Dent that would not easily be put out. He told them Rob was now a Death Eater and had somehow endeared himself back into Hogwarts. Robert had continuously been tempted since then to either going to continue to swindle Rob out of every cent he ever made or was going to continue to blow up Rob's labs. One or the other. And if his friends were willing to help, he was all for it.

"Please Ozzy, don't mention jars!" he said shivering and chuckling. "I still haven't forgiven you for those days as a bug. I can't even remember what we did to deserve it!" He looked out the window, they were perfectly seated so they could see Honeydukes. It seemed to die down slightly, however it would be a crime to let all this planning got to waste. And nobody would even suspect them as to who did it. He began to smirk evily, or mischieviously however you want to put it. It was mischief with his pals, but when it was with the Death Eaters it was Evil.

"I was only joking Mikey," he said his smirk growing even bigger. He was still looking out the window. "However the last report we got of stolen jewels was when we did it. The queen just stopped reporting them after that I suppose. I've stolen a few myself actually, how do you think I could afford such lovely clothes?" he said laughing. "Oh has he, well he should bake a pie then for tonight! It's bad to come empty handed!"

Flint listened to them and the story about Khaat. "Well hurry Ozzy, get the boggart and the glass with a lid." he said using a different term for bottle.

"Oh, yes. The grasshopper and the caterpillar. That's right. I don't remember what you did either now. I'll have to try to remember. I was fairly aggravated with you both, though. Alright, " Robert said. "I'll be right back." He apparated out, and apparated onto the backside of Honeydukes where his friends would not see him. He bought several pounds of candy, a mixed batch of the students' most popular choices, and tossed it in his leather shoulder bag. At least if they were going to prank some students, he felt he needed to make it right with them. He wanted to kick himself. He had gone soft. Well, his friends would think so. He wasn't telling them he'd bought the candy for the students. They didnt need to know that.

He apparated from there back to the farmhouse. He went down in the cellar and found an enormous old glass jar with a cork lid. He'd used it for a boggart once when he and Remus were a lot younger. They'd kept a boggart in it and then set it lose in the Great Hall. It had been a "weekend" project of theirs. They'd both had detention for a week. It brought a smile to Robert's face, remembering.

From there, he went hunting the cellar to see if there was a boggart there or not. He ended up being sorely disappointed. He checked his supplies and then apparated back to the pub. He walked inside, carrying the enormous glass jar with the cork. "This should do, " he said. "But you wouldn't have liked my boggart. He was really puny. Shel, is yours any better? This one was just laughable. It would not have scared anybody. Maybe we should use yours?"

"Oh for pitys' sakes, I'll just make one," Michael said.

"NO!" Robert exclaimed, laughing, "You always miscast the spell. The last time you made one, you ended up making all the muggles for miles think a tornado was coming."

"Well, at least we didn't need the ministry to clean it up," Michael shrugged. He looked at Flint. "Alright. Bring on the boggart then, Slick."

"Ozzy you're getting old. Well...it was, what twenty years ago? I don't even remember, and I hardly care. I just know I'm never going near a bug jar again. So keep that damned thing away from me when you bring it here!" Flint said. He was now looking at Mikey and Robert, at a loss for anything else to do. He couldn't drink his coffee, he could eat a spoon of sugar or something. Nah, he wasn't sure if he could take it straight. "Before we go, I dare one of you guys to eat a spoon of sugar straight!" he said laughing at the thought of one of them doing it. "Don't worry, Ozzy's a healer if one of you start to die or something. Unless it's Ozzy, we're screwed then."

And with that Robert apparated away and Flint was left with Mikey again. "Ah, now what happened? He seems different, sort of." he asked Mikey. "I've been out of the loop forever, it's amazing how much you miss when you lose contact for a few months." he said chuckling a little. The whole story about his daughter was enough for anyone to feel sympathetic to anyone, well besides this Dent kid. He was almost worried about Ozzy now, what if he did something he'd regret. Granted blowing up a lab was different, what if he killed-no Ozzy wouldn't do something like that.

"So is Ozzy still just a healer? Or has he upgraded and tooken on more than he can chew as usual?" he asked Mikey. He was unloading so many questions on him, ah well. Robert returned with a Jar and Flint moved his chair slightly out of a joke. "Almost as bad as bee's," he said looking at the jar. Flint was with Robert on stopping Mikey from making a boggart, he couldn't forget last time. "I always have one hiding in my basement somewhere. Sometimes I keep them as pets," he said grinning. "I'll be right back," he said and then he apprated to his basement.

He searched high and low for a boggart, not finding one. Eventually he found one hidding in his piano, it had been making weird noises for a while now. He had it captured in a box within minutes, and he was back with Mikey and Ozzy seconds later. "Let's go," he said letting a kiddish giggle escape his mouth.

Thaor had been cooped up at the castle for far too long; and it didn't look like the living conditions were going to get better anytime soon. Yes, Thaor was a loyal death eater, but he had been having second thoughts about it all. He was being forced to punish the students in mid-evil ways, and that was the turning point for him.

Finally he had found time to get away from the school; Thaor grabbed his emerald green traveling cloak, and walked down the school grounds, and to Hogsmeade. Where to go, where to go? he asked himself. Aha! Thaor said as he looked into The Three Broomsticks, and saw three of his old friends.

Thaor walked inside and walked up to their table. Have I missed the party? You lot look like you're about to leave. Thaor asked in a joking manner. They all looked like they were some students from school, about to go set off some dungbombs.

Whats this! A boggart? Thaor laughed. Do you remember the time we let one loose in my brothers room Rob? Thaor asked with a smile.



[OOC-Sorry for the bad post. :/ I'm off my game tonight, and didn't want to miss out on the fun]

OoC:No problem, is it Khaat's post or mine?

[OOC- Haven't seen her around for a while, you can go]

OoC:Alrighty, btw where'd you get that sig? It'll just be a short post though, don't wanna leave Khaat too far behind.

Flint noticed Thoar walk into the Three Broomsticks. He laughed outright, everyone was here now. "You haven't missed anything yet Thoar. We'll explain outside," he said through his laughter. "Basically the students are going to hate old people for a while now. And we get some candy in the process." He felt the box shake yet he maintained a firm grip on the wooden box. "And yes, we are using a boggart!"

"Hey, Boy!" Michael grinned, seeing Thaor. He'd always been the baby of the bunch, even though he really wasn't that much younger. It was just an excuse to razz him, really. "Two reasons for this, well at least two. First, we're bored. Second, I want some of the Honeydukes' fudge and I am really sick and tired of the kids in there shoving me about in the store and being insufferably rude. I want just one or two minutes at the fudge counter without some kid calling me an old fart. Besides that, we really need to get Ozzy here to lighten up," he glared at Robert, who simply raised his eyebrows at Michael as if to say, "Really? Me?"

"Yes, you, you old grouch," Michael said. "I don't know what sort of shady business you've been doing but you don't dress like that unless you're on some mission or another. Is that what has you so bent out of shape."

"You know I can't talk about that, not in here at least," was all Robert would say.

"Well, anyway, Shelly here seems to have found his boggart and Ozzy has the jar to recapture it in. You coming? I wonder how many students have had any experience with a boggart at all enough to recognize one when it isn't a class exercise. I say we go. You coming, Youngster?" he asked Thaor.