"I love cold cases," Dennis announced cheerfully ( Read more... )

When they were particularly stuck on some case or piece of research, Dennis went around the back of the fountain in the lobby, down the long, barely lit staircase behind it, around the corner to the left, along sixteen doors and through the seventeenth into the little garden. There weren't seats, exactly, but there was a rough and overgrown stone ( Read more... )

A long wand's tip travels further than short wand's on the same angle of turn. The length of an arc is simple maths but complicated magic. Preciseness of gesture can not be taught, only the gross mechanics of it; each individual must tailor each spell to her own style, to his own quirks, to their own idiosyncrasies. The use of a wand is not so much ( Read more... )

"That was an impressive bit of climbing," Graham said eventually.

Dennis nodded agreement, still panting for breath. They both pulled themselves up another branch, settling in against the trunk for support. Dennis sighed a rubbed his forehead on his arm.

"Phew!"

Dennis Creevey (age 12) / Harry Potter / 662 words

"--and that's why we were in the Alliance base!" Dennis finished. "It had nothing to do with us at all!"

"Does this sort of thing happen to you a lot?"

"All the time since I started travelling with the Doctor," Dennis said. "It's fun!"

Dennis Creevey (AU - Companion!Verse) / Harry Potter / 347 words

"Do I want to hear the explanation for this?" Croaker asked.

"I don't think so," Dennis said, "because usually when you ask for an explanation you make us stop half way through and--"

Emmett elbowed him. Dennis stopped talking. Croaker sighed...

Dennis Creevey (age 17) / Harry Potter / 662 words

Dennis, bored, wandered off while his father was talking with talking to the woman about the milk order for the orphanage. It was a grim, square building, surrounded by high railings. The courtyard was bare -- no fountain or even planters or anything. The room's had been modernised but they still bore more resemblance to prison cells than anything ( Read more... )

Every act of creation is an act of destruction. Magic is, after all, all about change. You crush seeds, chop roots, kill insects for their wings -- and you make potions. You bend shapes, discarding one form for the next -- and you make cups from kittens. You destroy order to form chaos and chaos to form order. Destruction doesn't have to be a bad ( Read more... )

The forest far off across the fields had a white screen at its edge.Printed on its far side was a sweeping image of cute little semi-detached houses, large "New Property Development!" and "Coming Soon!" messages and a small "Meadowsweet development paid for by the Quantex Fund" message across the bottom. Just inside that, construction workers ( Read more... )

Flitwick clapped his hands to get their attention. "Eyes front, please. Thank you. Today we're going to extend our wrapping charm to non-regular items. ( Anyone can wrap a box neatly! )