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Club Catastrophe...

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We decided to hold the recruitment meeting at the Hogs Head pub. Hermione's great idea was to hold a sort of class, run by Harry, to teach specific students defence. It would be held in complete secrecy, and I knew that Hermione would put a very nasty curse on whoever blabbed about the group.

I had never been to the Hogs Head pub before- I had been to Hogsmeade a couple of times, but most of the time I was in the sweet shop, buying sweets for myself and my family back home (I got a very angry IM from Annabeth and Calypso complaining about the sugar (suga) highs their boyfriends went on). So it was a surprise to enter such a dirty, smelly, and completely dodgy pub.

I wondered why the young students were allowed to enter a pub. Isn't underage drinking banned in England (or Scotland, which is where I think I am right now) as well as America and definitely Argentina (again, please, don't ask, I had a really bad incident there with a redhead spy with no personal space). I wanted to order some fire whiskey, which I had gotten a little bit addicted to but realised this probably wasn't the time to be drunk. 

I started getting second thoughts about the place- there was hardly anyone here and it would be awfully easy for someone to overhear us and tell the toad. But it was too late now. 

We sat down, and Harry ordered a butterbeer for everyone (sounds revolting-but trust me, it's not). As I sipped mine out of a dirty jug, I listened to everyone asking about Harry's encounters with Voldewarts. I didn't speak at all, but I could feel the occasional set o eyes on me at all times. Just as Harry was explaining about Cedric or whatever, I heard a high pitched hissing sound that I had hoped to NEVER hear again. 

"Ssssssssurender half-blood, ssssssso we can take the boy to our massssssssster."

"EVERYONE UNDER THE TABLES NOW! GET DOWN!" I pulled out my sword and looked around for where the Dracanae were. I spotted them a dozen of them slithering inside the tiny pub. 

I jumped onto the table, and jumped between each, slashing my sword across the reptile women. They put up quite the fight, protecting themselves with shields (which my sword cut through like butter but slowed down the attack), and dodging my swings. I eventually reduced them to just one, who was grinning maniacally.

"Thankssssssss for the lesssssssssonsssssssss on how you fight, puny half-blood. My massssssster will be very pleassssssssed." I cut off her arm and beheaded her, and just as I had anticipated, left the arm as spoils of war. I picked it up and put it in what I call a 'shadow vault', which is a place in the shadows I can access that keeps my belongings.

Harry was the first to get up from under the table. "What the HELL was THAT?!" He yelled.

I shrugged. "An attack?"

The rest of the kids got up from hiding under the table; some rubbing their foreheads as if they had bumped them. "What was...it...?" said one.

"A monster," I replied truthfully.

"But what kind?"

"An evil kind." I was not in the mood right now. I needed to get back to Dumbledore.

"Why did it call you Half-blood?"

"Because I'm a half-blood." I sighed.

"Yeah, but how could it be talking to just you? A bunch of us are Half-bloods..."

"I don't know."

"Why did you have a sword?"

"Why shouldn't I have a sword?"

"'cos it's dangerous!"

"And...?" I glared at the boy who asked the question, who flinched back (probably wetting his pants).

I pulled out Hermione's paper, which she had made with my help for interested members to sign, and wrote my name quickly on the sheet. I gave her an annoyed look, and shadow travelled back to the castle in Dumbledore's office, where the man himself was bending over a large bowl of silver liquid.