[HP4GU-FAQ] Wormtail, Wormtail, why would I kill you?

[Amy Z]

ROTFL!  But how will she type one-handed?  

Ah . . . the summer breeze blows, the pages start to
turn as if under a spirit hand, they are brushed with
falling leaves, then falling snow, then:  June.  The
book falls still at page 563 (UK ed.) . . .

"Dicentra here has paid some of her debt, have you
not, Dicentra?

She looked down at Dicentra, who continued to sob.

"You returned to cataloguing, not out of loyalty, but
out of fear of your old friends:  Elkins, Eloise, all
the other cataloguers.  You deserve this pain,
Dicentra.  You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, mistress," moaned Dicentra, "please, mistress .
. . please . . . "

"Yet you helped me complete this task," said Sin D.C.
coolly, watching Dicentra sob on the ground. 
"Worthless and traitorous as you are, you helped me .
. . and Sin D.C. rewards her helpers . . . "

She raised her wand again and whirled it through the
air.  A streak of what looked like molten silver hung
shining in the wand's wake.  Momentarily shapeless, it
writhed and then formed itself into a gleaming disc,
bright as moonlight, which soared downwards, spun a
few moments in midair before Dicentra's wide-eyed
face, and deposited itself in her open CD-ROM.

Dicentra's sobbing stopped abruptly.  Her breathing
harsh and ragged, she raised her head and stared in
disbelief at the silver disc, now sitting quietly in
the open drawer, as though her computer were being fed
a dazzling LifeSaver.  She pressed the dfawer shut,
gazed at the software unfolding upon her
screen--"Dragon Speech Recognition 2003, Hungarian
Horntail Edition"--then, trembling, clicked on Message
75,001, and read its subjects effortlessly into the
database.  The keyboard crumbled into powder.

"My Lady," she whispered.  "Mistress . . . it is
beautiful . . . thank you . . . *thank you* . . . "

Amy

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