TBAY: All these kids with Inv. cloaks

[Melody <Malady579@hotmail.com>]

No: HPFGUIDX 51891

Melody woke up groggy and stretched in her bed.  For some reason she
felt like she got no rest last night.  She turned over, and it took
her two seconds to realize she was lying in a puddle of mud.

"CINDY!!!" she yelled as she jumped out of her bed and landed two foot
and wobbly on the floor.  Amazing how mud can jog your memory like that.

She torn off the comforter, marched down the stairs, and to the
kitchen to find the captain rummaging through the safe house pantry.
She looked up, her hat askewed from hitting the shelf, and smiled.
"Hi, Melody.  So glad you are up.  We need to discuss this
invisibility cloak business."

"Where is Sneaky?  I need Sneaky!" Melody breathed flailing the large
comforter about.

"Want a pop tart?" Cindy offered cheerfully helping herself to a packet.

"Here I am Miss," Sneaky called sliding into the kitchen.

"Sneaky there is mud all over my comforter.  Can you get rid of it or
something?  And *don't* give me that look.  I was not the one trudging
my dirty boots all over the bed," Melody growled as Sneaky took the
comforter between her two fingers and dragged it away.  "And no *pink*
this time.  And no cute kittens.  I want a nice dark plaid or a royal
blue feather comforter."

"Oh you are not a morning person at all," Cindy commented pulling
glasses out of the cabinets. "Here have some orange juice."

Melody heaved herself onto a bar stool and took the glass gratefully.
 "I *would* be ok if some people would of let me slept last night."

"Well I was too excited," Cindy said leaning against the counter
appraising the safe dark granite counter top.  "See- you found
something interesting.  And I worked out that I think all dark law
enforcers have one of those things.  In fact, it is issued."

Melody sat back in the stool, happy now orange juice is pulsing threw
her veins, and blinked a bit at the captain.  "Cindy, I think you have
a point."

"I do?" Cindy said looking up at Melody.  "Well that was easy."

Melody leaned forward and placed her empty glass on the bar and
reached for a bagel.  "See, what I forgot last night was that there is
another rich, pure blooded family that has yet to produce a
invisibility cloak."

Cindy took a bite of pop tart and said thickly, "The Malfoys?"

"Yep," Melody nodded.  "Seems *they* would have one too, yet Draco
never brags about it.  He never even comments about Harry's even
though he knows Harry has one.  He never struts around because he has
one and yet never sulks because he doesn't.  It is like his father
can't buy on.  They are restricted."

Cindy dusted off her hands and reached for an apple from the bowl now.
 "So then we have these issued inv. cloaks for people that would need
it in the line of duty.  People like the Longbottoms.  See.  Mrs.
Longbottom must have used it to shelter her son from the DE's on their
own fateful night."

"Oh bother," Melody said scowling.  "Who cares about Neville?"

"Who care about Neville!?" called out a booming voice that startled
the captain and Melody.

"Elkins, you *still* there?" Cindy called back amused.

"Yes, I am still here.  How do you get out of this blasted room?"
Elkins' voice asked.

"You could try the door," Melody suggested wondering how it is that
she came to such company as this.

"Oh yes, well...I just figured it was locked," Elkins' voice explained
stumbling over her words.  A minute later she came striding into the
kitchen.  "Morning all."

"Elkins, what did you want last night?" Melody asked as she rested her
head on the bar top.

"Oh, to say Neville disappears a lot.  Narratively speaking," Elkins
explained as Cindy tossed her a banana.  She poured herself a cup of
coffee.

"So you are thinking that Neville is hiding an inv. cloak in his robes
or something?  He is just playing this 'game' of his?" Melody asked
looking up at Elkins.

"Well it is possible, but I was really wanting to kick around some
ideas and come raid your fridge," Elkins shrugged.

"Yeah me too," Cindy smiled and took another apple.

"Ok," Melody sighed.  "We can shift this to Neville if y'all wish.  I
rather liked my James viewpoint, but this is interesting, I guess.
What *possible* situation could JKR write that has Gran giving Neville
the family invisibility cloak?"

"Do you really want to ask that?" Elkins asked.

"Gives way too much imagination freedom, Melody," Cindy said.

"True enough, but I cannot see Gran *ever* finding a situation where
she would say that Neville needs that inv. cloak," Melody shrugged.
"Sure I can say his parents had one.  Maybe even his family since they
too apply to this pure blood idea.  But, why would Neville *ever* need
one of those.  He can already not find things.  He does not need an
invisibility cloak laying around to cover things up."

Cindy and Elkins though were busy slicing a fresh loaf of bread and
buttering it for the toaster.  Melody just shook her head and head
back towards her room to take a shower.  She paused though and looked
back.

"Didn't you say last night Elkins that you always like it much better
when it turns out that people screwed up big time than you do when it
turns out that they were actually being very clever and getting things
right all along?" Melody asked.

Elkins looked up, smiled, and nodded.

"Doesn't Barty Jr. fit that clever bill rather nicely though?"


Melody