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Rejection slip.

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posted on Jun, 18 2014 @ 01:30 AM
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Nicest rejection slip my writing attempts ever got was for this spin off attempt...

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posted on Jun, 18 2014 @ 01:33 AM
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a reply to: Greywolf13A
Well, Chief...I wanted to read it...but - I'm not a member on Facebook, and refuse to become one...as numerous others on this site are/not...
If you could give a little more...I will be terribly appreciative!
Thanks.



posted on Jun, 18 2014 @ 01:42 AM
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originally posted by: WanDash
Well, Chief...I wanted to read it...but - I'm not a member on Facebook, and refuse to become one...as numerous others on this site are/not...
If you could give a little more...I will be terribly appreciative!
Thanks.

Here's a copy and paste of half. You can thank me later.
Let me know if you want the rest...

RE:
James William Booth.
Chief of Security.
TO: Ministry of Magic .In reply to:
REQUEST FOR INFORMATION UPON OUR NEW SECURITY OFFICER, THIS TRANSCRIPT OF HIS HISTORY AND RECALL TO OUR SCHOOL IS HEREBY FORWARDED. UPON COMPLETION OF OUR EXHAUSTIVE INVESTIGATION, WE FOUND NO ONE BETTER SUITED FOR THE JOB.

ALBUS DUMBLEDORE,
HEADMASTER, HOGWARTS SCHOOL
OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY.

THE BOLT OF BLUE-WHITE ENERGY CRACKLED THROUGH THE AIR IN THE BACK HALL OF THE STADIUM. JAMES WILLIAM BOOTHE BARELY MANAGED TO PARRY THE SHOT WITH HIS WAND, AND SUFFERED A GLANCING BLOW TO HIS RIGHT THIGH, GOUGING THE SKIN AS IT RIPPED HIS TROUSER LEG.
“THIS IS GETTING OUT OF HAND, FAST! GOT TO END IT, QUICKLY!” HE THOUGHT.

THE DUEL HAD BEEN GOING ON FOR BUT MOMENTS, YET IT SEEMED LIKE CENTURIES TO “J-DUB.”
HE’D BEEN CHASING SIR LOUIS D’ATROIS SINCE HIS EARLY MORNING DISCOVERY OF ATROIS’ PLANS TO UNDERMINE THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC, AND REPLACE IT WITH THE DARK COUNCIL, SO LONG FEARED BY ALL J.W. KNEW. WITH THE INFORMANT, WHO ARRIVED AT HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF MAGIC THAT DAWN, WAS A JOURNAL, OUTLINING ATROIS’ PLANS THAT THE TEACHERS OF THE SCHOOL WERE EVEN NOW COUNTERING. ONE PARAGRAPH, HOWEVER, ESCAPED THEIR ATTENTION, PROMPTING DEPUTY PREFECT BOOTH, FOURTH YEAR UNDERSTUDY OF ETHICS, TO ABANDON HIS ASSIGNED POST FOR THE FIRST AND ONLY TIME IN HIS YOUNG AND UN-EVENTFUL LIFE.
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BOOTHE HAD BEEN, IN MOST CLASSES, A MEDIOCRE STUDENT AT BEST. TWO SUBJECTS STOOD OUT, HOWEVER, MARKING HIM AS THE YOUNGEST UNDERSTUDY OF THE HEADMASTER TO DATE. ALBUS DUMBLEDORE HAD NOTED J.W.’S SKILL IN WOOD SHOP, AND ALMOST PERFECT MARKS IN ETHICAL APPLICATIONS OF MAGIC AT LARGE, AND QUICKLY BEGAN TUTORIALS, AIDED BY PROF. SNAPE, HEAD OF HOUSE SLYTHERING, IN THE WAY OF THE DARK LORDS, PREPPING J.W. FOR A FUTURE IN THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC, ENFORCEMENT DIVISION.
NEUTRAL OF ALIGNMENT, BY NATURE, J.W. HAD THE ABILITY TO SEE THROUGH BOTH SIDES OF A COMPLAINT, AND IN MOST CASES, TO DETERMINE THE ROOT CAUSE OF A DISPUTE, LEADING HIM TO BE PICKED AS AN ASSISTANT TO MADAME HOOCH AS ASSISTANT REFEREE AT THE SCHOOL’S QUID DITCH MATCHES, A DUBIOUS HONOR AS BOOTH GOT FRIGHTFULLY AIR SICK ON A GOOD DAY.

NEVERTHELESS, HE QUICKLY EARNED A REPUTATION AS UNBIASED, CAUSING PEOPLE TO TRUST HIM, AND MANY TO SEEK HIS ADVICE ON PUBLIC MATTERS.
WHEN THEY LEARNED OF HIS DISCRETION IN NOT SPEAKING OF OTHERS ILL, HE QUICKLY BECAME THE “EMOTIONAL SPONGE” AND UN OFFICIAL COUNCILOR OF THE SCHOOL, ANOTHER PLAGUE TO HIM, AS HE WAS ROUSED AT ALL HOURS OF THE NIGHT BY PEOPLE SEEKING ADVICE.
THIS DID NOT TROUBLE HIM SO MUCH, AS THE WISH HE HAD SOMEONE TO TURN TO SO AS TO UNLOAD SOME EMOTIONS HIMSELF. FRUSTRATED BEYOND BELIEF, [UNTIL HIS THIRD YEAR WHEN HE MET SH’REE O’HARA, A LOVELY RED HEAD FROM HIS HOME IN DONNEGAL, IRELAND], HE TOOK UP FENCING, AND AFTER DEFEATING EVERYONE SOUNDLY, TO EXPERIMENTAL WORK ON WANDS, LEADING TO HIS PRESENT SITUATION.
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ATROIS WAS SLOWLY PRESSING HIS SPEED ADVANTAGE, TO MOVE THROUGH J.W. OUT THE DOOR INTO THE PACKED STADIUM. THE SOCCER NATIONALS WERE BEING HELD TODAY AND SH’REE WAS HERE, WITH HER AFFIANCED, A MUGGLE NAMED TIMOTHY. BOOTH HAD TO GET OFF THE DEFENSIVE AND END THIS MATCH SOON OR THE LAW WOULD BE BROKEN BY ONE SWORN TO UPHOLD IT. GOING INTO A SABER LUNGE WITH HIS CUSTOM WAND, HE PRACTICALLY SCREAMED HIS CHARM; “DEFENCE ENTRÉE!”
A GREEN BOLT SHOT FORTH AND FILLED THE SPACE BETWEEN THE OPEN DOOR WAY SEPARATING HIM FROM ATROIS. SMILING, HIS NEMESIS, A SIXTH YEAR STUDENT, TOP IN HIS CLASS, WAVED HIS HANDS SERPENT-LIKE. “ALOHMORA” SAID ATROIS. THE LOCK PICK SPELL, WHEN USED ON AN ENERGY BARRIER, PRODUCES A MOST REMARKABLE RE-VERBERATION ALONG THE SENDING PATH. HIT BY WHAT SEEMED LIKE A THOUSAND LIGHTENING BOLTS, BOOTH WAS FLUNG THROUGH THE AIR, LANDING MID-FIELD, JUST IN TIME FOR THE HALF-TIME BREAK.PART OF THE BOLT CREASED HIS LEFT CHEEK.
THE CROWD WAS LOOKING AT THE SMOKE TRAIL AND THE DISHEVELED FIGURE AT THE END OF IT. PREVIOUSLY, THEY HAD NOT SEEN OR HEARD THE BACK-HALL FIGHT, AS THE NOISE OF THEIR CHEERING HAD DROWNED IT OUT, BUT THEY WERE FOCUSED NOW.

FROM WHERE BOOTHE LAY, HE HEARD THE FAMILIAR VOICE CALL HIS NAME. LOOKING BACK, HE SAW SH’REE, TIM CLOSE BEHIND, RUNNING FOR HIM. LOOKING UP, HE SAW ALSO, THE FORM OF ATROIS, LEVITATING IN HIS DIRECTION, A SMALL BLUE CLOUD ABOUT HIS STILL FEET, 3 INCHES ABOVE THE GROUND. EVEN AS HE CLOSED THE DISTANCE, BOOTHE WAS REACHING FOR HIS SECOND [OFFENSIVE] WAND.

“THAT TEARS IT,” HE THOUGHT DULLY, WITH EVERY BONE CREAKING WITH PAIN AND FATIGUE,” NO HOPE NOW…GOT TO END THIS BEFORE HE’S IN RANGE OF HER…”

DRAWING OUT HIS “SHORE- PATROL” HE AIMED AT ATROIS USING A TWO HANDED GRIP, SHOULDER HIGH, NOT HIS USUAL INSTINCTIVE ALIGNMENT FROM THE HIP. KNOWING HOW HE’D LOADED THE MUGGLE’S TOOL WITH A MIXED LOAD OF MAGIC AND ORDINARY ROUNDS, HE AIMED ACCORDINGLY. THUMBING BACK THE HAMMER, HE AIMED OFF THE WIZARDS’ RIGHT EAR AND LET FLY THE FIRST SHOT…
A MOTH BALL SAT ATOP A MIX OF FLASH AND FLOO POWDER IN THE CHAMBER, AND THIS MIX IGNITED WHEN THE HAMMER SNAPPED DOWN ON THE BRASS PERCUSSION CAP UNDER IT. THE RESULTING FLAME SENT THE MOTH BALL FLYING OUT THE 5-INCH TUBE, AND PAST THE WIZARD, GLOWING BRIGHT SCARLET. CONCENTRATION BROKEN AS HE FLINCHED, D’ ATROIS GRINNED.
“SO, M’SEIU. REDUCED TO MUGGLE FIREWORKS, CIE NON? SAD. BUT STILL, I WIN, FOR IF I CANNOT POSSESS THIS MOST LOVELY OF WOMEN, FOR MY QUEEN, NONE SHALL.”

BOOTHE WAS THUMBING BACK THE HAMMER FOR HIS NEXT LOAD, THE ONE HE REALLY WANTED, EVEN AS TRIOS SPOKE. EVEN THEN, HE WAS TOO LATE. TWIN BOLTS OF RED FIRE SPRANG FROM D’ATROIS’ HANDS EVEN AS BOOTH ADJUSTED HIS AIM TO CENTER THE BARREL ON HIS TARGET.

SIGHTING, HE PULLED THE TRIGGER, AND ANOTHER POWDER FLASH SPARKED FROM THE BARREL, AND A SMALL, GLOWING SPIDER FLEW FROM THE END OF THE COLT NAVY PISTOL. UN WRAPPING ITS LEGS AS IT HURLED THROUGH THE AIR, BY-STANDERS SWORE THEY HEARD A SOUND LIKE A SMALL CHILD CHEERING ON A SWING, AS THE ROUND FLASHED PAST. (THOSE CLOSEST ABSOLUTELY SWORE THEY HEARD LAUGHING, AND A REQUEST TO “DO THIS AGAIN”.)
ATTACHING ITSELF TO ATROIS’ FACE, THE LEGS BEGAN TO GLOW, AND A WEB FORMED AROUND THE WIZARD’S BODY, PINNING HIS ARMS AND GAGGING HIM. EVEN AS THE WIZARD FELL, BOOTH ROLLED AND LOOKED AT WHERE SH’REE NOW LAY.

BOTH BODIES SMOKED SLIGHTLY.

WEARILY FEARING THE WORST BOOTHE HOLSTERED THE COLT AND STAGGERED TO THE STILL FORMS. THEY WERE CLOSE AND FACE DOWN ON THE TURF, BUT, MIRACULOUSLY, STILL BREATHING.
KNEELING BOOTHE SUMMONED HIS LAST ERG OF ENERGY. HIS GRANDMOTHER HAD BEEN FROM AMERICA, A FULL BLOODED CHEROKEE INDIAN, AND LIKE THE WIZARDS OF HIS HOME PUT FAITH IN THE LAND.

” EARTH, MOTHER. SUN, FATHER, HEAR MY PLEA.
IN LIGHT OF NOON, BY DARK OF NIGHT,
LET NO HURT ESCAPE MY SIGHT.
WITH JUSTICE, SURE, AND MIGHT OF STEEL,
TAKE THESE WOUNDS, AND MAKE THEM HEAL,”

edit on 6/18/2014 by Kangaruex4Ewe because: (no reason given)



posted on Jun, 18 2014 @ 01:43 AM
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a reply to: WanDash

ok, let's see...usb drive is...a Ha ! back in a flash..



posted on Jun, 18 2014 @ 01:51 AM
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a reply to: Kangaruex4Ewe

docs.google.com...=h.tdd4ema5vn9w



posted on Jun, 18 2014 @ 01:52 AM
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a reply to: WanDash

Still getting used to the Acer c-7 and it's methoods..



posted on Jun, 18 2014 @ 01:55 AM
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originally posted by: Greywolf13A
a reply to: Kangaruex4Ewe

docs.google.com...=h.tdd4ema5vn9w


This link takes me to a page to sign into my google account. I am not sure if that's what you wanted or not. Just thought I would let you know.



posted on Jun, 18 2014 @ 01:55 AM
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a reply to: WanDash

sent a pm w/link...see if that works..



posted on Jun, 18 2014 @ 02:13 AM
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a reply to: Greywolf13A
Thanks ...and to Kangareux4Ewe!
Will ingest and get back...later.



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