TBAY: Longbottoms and memory charms

[dungrollin]

No: HPFGUIDX 132350

Dungrollin looks around in surprise.  On the shore, Saraquel seems 
to be taking an interest in the new hotchpotch craft.  

Saraquel wrote:
Hey, I like that explanation of the Longbottoms state, but I don't
think that Crouch was the one to perform the original memory charm.
I think it would probably have been DD.

and later:
I'm not convinced that the Longbottoms have a big secret (well
information that DD doesn't already know) to give away. 

Dungrollin:
Well, from the alarming way it bends and creaks on the waves, the 
CROUCHING TIGER HIDDEN CAT POO is a very flexible vessel. In fact, 
in order to have a hammock reserved it's really only necessary that 
you like the name. Though agreeing with the two points above 
certainly help.  Have a drink.


Dungrollin is astonished (she didn't think anyone would take much 
notice of the CROUCHING TIGER) to see a stylish MINISUB pull up 
alongside, with a thunk. "Careful," she mutters, "I can't take too 
much jostling, or I'll fall apart."

A familiar voice, that of Mooseming, calls "Parley!" Dungrollin 
leans over to get a better look. 
"What ho, Mooseming!"

> Mooseming is not empty handed however, the Sailor's Code 
> demands fair exchange, only Captain Dungrollin can decide 
> if her goods are acceptable. What does she store in her 
> hold to tempt such an esteemed skipper? Nothing. She comes 
> only with the travellers standby, a story.

Dungrollin listens to the tale with interest.

"...In the future Neville will learn that Harry is the chosen one 
and he is not, that Harry is the reason his parents were attacked, 
they suffered because of Harry and not in defence of their own son.
Neville may become resentful he may, provoked by a latent Imperio,
betray Harry.

"This is the cargo onboard MINISUB:
Mind Imperioed Neville Inspires Sleeper Underdog Betrayer."

Will Captain Dungrollin crack open the Bubbly and await Hurricane Jo
in the company of Moosming, or must she sink in shame, submerged and
sober (a terrible fate me hearties)? 

"It's rather good, isn't it?" remarks Dungrollin (please, this is a 
very informal craft, no need for titles). "And sobriety is for the 
weak of liver.  Have some Champagne, I didn't manage to get through 
it all."

Mooseming's eyes brighten as she accepts a glass, while noting that 
Dungrollin has moved onto the Firewhisky, and that her eyes keep 
returning nervously to a Dumbledore-shaped hole that has been 
incompetently taped up. Dung looks jealously at the nice collection 
of genuine BANGs Mooseming has assembled.

"I certainly can't see any holes in the MINISUB, though it's not 
really compatible with the CROUCHING TIGER.  Perhaps we should set 
up a flotilla, all the Longbottom/Memory Charm theories huddled 
together for the storm.  Someone's bound to survive, and we can all 
hop on board as our theories are sunk, one by one." 

Dungrollin swigs again at the firewhisky.  Her words are becoming 
slurred. "...Or are you all going to hide in the harbour?  Call it 
arrogance, call it foolhardy, I'm staying right in the middle of the 
bay, waiting for the lightning! Iss an adventure, innit?"

Dungrollin
Nothing is ever a complete failure; it can always serve as a bad 
example.