Knowing the Marauders

Teaching Trixie A Lesson

Chapter 19: Teaching Trixie A Lesson
-Bex p.o.v.-

There was a loud pop as we landed right outside of Tom's property. The only thing that kept us from actually being on his property was the large iron gate that surrounded his yard.

The only difference, from the last time I had visited, was the fresh blanket of snow on the grass. It made everything look different.

"This way," Rosier pushed the gate open with a high pitched screech sounding in the air. He frowned at the noise, "I'll have to oil that sometime." He muttered to himself.

I nodded in thanks, stepping around him and onto the stone path. We walked up the pathway, leading straight to Tom's front door.

Rosier pushed the door open easily, gesturing me inside the house. He followed me in, hanging his cloak up on a small rack by the entrance.

"Are they in the meeting already?" I asked curiously, looking in the direction of the dining room doors.

"Yes, they are all in the room, waiting for your arrival." Rosier informed, smiled slightly at me.

"Alright. I'll be right down, I just need to drop my bag off in my room." I told him, dashing up the large staircase, to the familiar room. The king sized bed was covered in a different comforter, it wasn't the same black with gold markings as it had been the first few times. This comforter was green and silver, standing out against the light gray walls.

I tossed my bag and jacket on the bed, landing on one of the many pillows propped up against the head board. Taking a quick glance around I noticed that the curtains were pushed open, showing a view of the back yard, a small servants house in the background.

"I'm back," I bound down the stairs, to Rosier's side. He stood at the bottom, waiting to escort me into the dining room, where the meeting would be held.

"Ready?"

"Ready." I grinned, follow after him, down the hallways of the large house.

Rosier opened the doors, blocking me from view of the Death-Munchers, announcing me to the many people in the room. "Miss. Dumbledore has arrived." He held the door open wider so that I could be seen, allowing me to pass by him.

"Thank you." I smiled gratefully at him, entering the room.

All of the Death-Munchers stood, bowing slightly at the waist to me. I nodded in greeting at them, acknowledging them and gesturing for them to be seated.

"Hello Love," Tom stood from his seat, striding towards Rosier and myself. "I trust Rosier took care of you, nothing happened? Your trip was good?"

I giggled slightly, "yes, Rosier was perfect." I held onto Rosier's arm. "The trip back was rather peaceful, the train moved seamlessly, getting back in record time. Rosier picked me up, as promised, apparating straight here."

Tom looked at Rosier for confirmation.

"Yes. Everything went perfectly fine. Nothing happened," Rosier nodded, just as stiffly, as he was standing, pin straight.

"Good." Tom looked satisfied, happy with a job well done.

"Go ahead and sit Rosier, you must be exhausted." I grinned at him, pushing him towards his seat, the one next to where I would be sitting.

"Exhausted? Why would Rosier be exhausted?" Tom questioned, raising an eyebrow to emphasize his curiosity.

"He has to deal with me," I giggled, "I'm not the easiest person to please. I basically attacked him in a hug on the platform and wouldn't quit asking him questions when we were walking to the apparation point. I'm sure he's very tired of dealing with me."