TBAY! ESE!Bill

[olivierfouquet2000]

No: HPFGUIDX 85650

An obviously nervous stranger enters the Royal George, trying to reach 
the barstool without attracting too much attention, his black cloak 
undecorated except for a brand new PARTY LINE badge.

"Hey, are you sure you are allowed here ?" yells a formidable-looking 
man, seated at a table, looking him suspiciously,
"this is an adult place, you do know it, don't you ?"

"I am a grown-up !" retorts the man, blushing violently.

"Oh yeah ? How come I have never seen you here then ?" asks the old 
man, standing slowly to impress the newcomer by his size. "What ships 
are you in anyway ?"

"Er... I try to stay on shore, whenever I can" says the young man.

"Ah, never been on board ! I think you'd better leave before something 
unpleasant happens to you, my dear" the old man says in a mock baby 
voice.

The young man looks around, alarmed, looking for someone he could know. 
"I have an appointment here," he babbles desperately.

"Leave him alone, you Old Fart" a confident voice suddenly says. 
"Besides, you are not Bellatrix, only she has a right to use a mock 
baby voice here." Standing upright at the end of the barstool, a 
red-haired woman in a long brown trench-coat looks directly at the man. 
The newcomers runs quickly towards her.

"You are Erin, aren't you ?" he asks obviously relieved. "I am here to 
discuss some BB GUN material" he whispers.

"Don't be so shy, Olivier" Erin shouts. "George has already posted an 
official BB GUN bearer, said people would feel more comfortable if 
everyone knows who is armed. Do you want to join? I happen to have one 
on me for you right now," she says, withdrawing a gun from under her 
trench-coat.

"Er... thanks, I think I will wait you have a little more canon to add 
to it" Olivier says. "Besides, something is embarrassing me."

"That I have noticed," interrupts Erin, pointing at the still suspicious 
old man. "I don't think you would have made it without me."

"Certainly not, but that's part of the problem see" says Olivier. "It 
is my first trip here, and I don't want to make mistakes."

"What do you mean ?"

"Well, let us look at BB GUN. So Bill swears and annoys his mother, 
even though he should have grown-up by now. He wears dragon-leather 
boots (a bit flashy if you ask me) and a fang earring. He is so cool 
and so attractive (even Fleur falls for him, and I can tell you, it is 
not every day a French girl falls for a red-haired Brit). Following 
you, I would add he has some kind of curse-addiction. I mean, who wants 
to work as a curse-breaker in Egypt ? Molly wouldn't let Ginny enters 
in all the Pyramids. So here is a man working daily in place plagued by 
curses worse than being possessed Voldemort. And he's even enjoying it !

- 'No one at the bank gives a damn how I dress as long as I bring home 
plenty of treasure' -

Robbing ancient wizards from their treasure is obviously his idea of 
fun. So here you have a rebellious youth, fascinated by curses and with 
a dubious sense of morality, maybe permanently traumatized by the loss 
of a younger siblings. The evil Weasley if I ever met one !"

"Gee, you didn't want to speak, but once you have started you can't 
shut it" grumbles the old man.

"See, see" says Erin, trying to force the GUN in Olivier's hand.

"But, Erin" says Olivier in an uneasy whisper, "you have red hair, you 
love guns and canon, you wear a trench-coat and you even admitted you 
had a lot of friends like Bill.

These "would be the "Goths", the "alternative" people, the "Trenchcoat 
Mafia" types--the ones who "istened to Marilyn Manson back when he was 
cool.  If you had a poem to write in English class, theirs would always 
be about death. Often very smart people, but bitter.  The very people 
who might think an Evil Overlord was Ever So Cool. Yes, I had tons of 
friends just like Bill." 

Are you an evil Weasley too, Erin ?"


All the best, Olivier