Conspiracy Club

[SIDNEY MARSHALL]

Sid was so excited he could barely contain himself. In fact when he went to visit his sour puss brother, Fletchy, he almost hugged Tybalt; before he hissed at him and Sid remembered why he never liked that cat in the first place. Since Sid was apart of the Order of Phoenix, Dumbledore had given into Sid's vivid imagination and allowed him to start a Conspiracy Club for the students at Hogwarts. He was informed that notices had been put in all the common rooms to let the students know all about it and its meeting time and place: Hogsmeade, The Three Broomsticks-above the bar. 2 o'clock on Saturday, food and drinks provided.

With a skip in his step he made his way from the apparation point to the cozy restaurant. Ah Rosie. Devishly woman she was. Always with a sly grin on her face. She was around Sid's age or maybe a tad older but was she ever funny and cute to boot. "Ello Rosie." He tipped his fedora forward, flashing her a smile.

"Oh," She swat her dishrag at him playfully, "Mista Marshell its good to see ya again. We set up the room for your lil' club and once everyone is 'ere I'll send up the food and drinks."

"Thanks Rosie, ever so kind of ya. Could I get a bottle of Butterbeer. While I'm waiting?"

"Course ya can." Rosie turned around and popped open a bottle before handing it to him. "Say, 'ow's that brother of yours doin. I got his first book ya know, it was wonderful. He still with that girl because if not 'e is pretty handsome. Not that your not handsome as well, but he speaks so well it makes a girl melt to the floor."

Sid could barely chuckle so instead he took a sip and checked his pocket watch. "I only have a few minutes to make sure I have everything set up Rosie. Good seeing you again." Sid made his way up the stairs, a sign clearly pointed up to them that read: CONSPIRACY CLUB. Hogwarts Students Only. He smiled proudly as he looked around the room.


Signs with Dementors, Sharks with lazors, Dinosaurs, Pixies, and many other creature posters decorated the room. A large board was there so that it would scribble down important notes as he spoke them and he had his bag of items that one must always bring; no matter what. Now he just needed students.

[NYMPHADORA TONKS]

“Krystal! Krystal! Krystal! Krystal!” Tonks was yelling as she sped down the corridor, searching for her best friend. Scrunched slightly in her hand was a piece of parchment, which flapped as she ran. More than once, Tonks knocked into groups of students, who responded by throwing her dirty looks or yelling abuse her way. At one point, she even scared a poor second year Ravenclaw by shaking her by the arms, screaming “HAVE YOU SEEN KRYSTAL?” She didn’t usually treat her youngers this way, but excitement had completely taken her over, so she was no longer in control of her actions.

She took off once more until she finally skidded to a halt at the entrance of the Ravenclaw common room. “A man had twelve toothpicks in front of him. He took one away. Now he had nine in front of him. How is this possible?” it asked her; to which she just stared at it dumbfounded.
“This is a matter of life and death, and you are asking me about toothpicks!?” This was Tonks own way of saying that she didn’t have a clue as to what the answer was; and that her mind was on far more important things. She straightened out the piece of parchment that was in her hand, and reread it carefully. Panic soon swept over her once more, for she had less than 15 minutes to get to where she needed to be. Desperate times, called for desperate measures; so she stuck the poster [for that’s what the piece of parchment was] onto the entrance, and scribbled her own personal message for Krys at the top of the page. It read;

Krystal. Searched everywhere for you. Gone to this meeting. Come! Love Tonks, xo.

She then proceeded to run all the way to The Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade, telling everyone she passed that if they saw Krystal, to send her this way. When Tonks finally burst through the Conspiracy meeting room doors, she was 10 minutes late. She looked around, panting, expecting to see many punctual eyes staring at her, yet she was shocked to find the place was practically deserted, bar one person. She recognised the man, having seen him only once before, it was on that day she had nicknamed him ‘Alps’ whilst playing a silly game with Alice. “Sorry. I’m. late.” She said between breathes. She could have sworn that there would have been more interest for this kind of thing, but as it were, so far, there was only the two of them.

[SIDNEY MARSHALL]

The clock struck one minute past two. No one. No one had come. Sid felt his heart rip into shreds, but maybe they got held up. What if they split into pairs. NO ONE SHOULD EVER SPLIT IN PAIRS. Not unless they had a good reason to. Which honestly, why not just walk over in a group if you were going to be in a room with them. Sid refused to believe that no one actually didn't want to come.

Five minutes later and Sid wept a tear. Rosie had practically asked him, well not practically basically told him that he was wasting his time by waiting around. Sid couldn't possibly believe this was true and sent her out of the room. Pacing. Pacing. This is what was keeping the tears held in him. Would he just be alone, talking to himself about the dangers of the underground world alone. I mean gezz...he knew this already. He wanted to teach.

Sid would have called Fletchy up but Fletchy was either pissed out cold or would just laugh at him. Yes, his brother loved him. Yes, his brother was kind to him. Yes, his brother believed in mostly everything he said. Except two things: That his cat was evil and that conspiracy's were real. He's father knew that conspiracy's were real as well as his life partner Rocky. But when it came to conspiracy's Fletcher was like their....mother. Awful stuff really.

Ten minutes later and he heard a door. "Rosi-" But it wasn't Rosie. It was....by George it was....a STUDENT! A student he had seen before. Clapping his hands together he exclaimed, "Excellent. No matter the time at least you should up. Next time I will just make the meeting for three. Perhaps that time is more suiting when discussing such things. He gestured around. "Grab a seat. Do you know of anyone else joining us, or are we the brave ones; tackling on the great beasts of the world?""

[NYMPHADORA TONKS]

Tonks nodded along as Alps spoke, but every time she opened her mouth to say something she was cut off by his rambling. She could tell he must be excited, but then again, so was she; so she could hardly blame him. She lost count of the amount of people she had cut off when trying to find Krystal. Finally he paused, whether it was to allow her to speak or just to come up for air, she wasn’t sure; but she jumped at the opportunity to get a word in. “Ah, well! I tried to find my friend Krystal, that’s why I was late. If she finds my message; then I’m sure she will come along. This is right up Krystal’s street, this is.” She said this a little louder than necessary, almost to the point of shouting, but she wanted to make sure that she got her point across if he tried to start speaking again.

She looked around the room slowly; trying to decide which would be her best option for seating. It was quite a hard decision, since often Krystal, and her trusty clip board, was in charge of the options. In the end, she decided on the chair closest to the door; just in case this conspiracy was one big conspiracy in itself. She couldn’t rule out the possibility that this was some government scheme to round up all the conspiracy believers [or truth see-ers, as she liked to call them] and silence them once and for all! That’s why she chose the seat closest to the exit and clutched her wand under her robe; just in case she needed to make a quick getaway. Or even worse than that; what if this man wasn’t Alps at all? What if it was a robot! A robot that had chosen a face Tonks would recognise, but not a face Tonks knew so well that she would be suspicious should they have started acting differently to their normal selves. Tonks had to be careful about these things; she didn’t want no bot-buddy trying to give her some kind of virus!

One thing she was certain of was that as long as there were some more conspiracy fighters to come, she would be safe; so she decided she would solidify her claim that Krystal was coming. It was too late to warn her if she was coming, but then they were best at fighting these things together anyway. “Yeah, Krystal will definitely be coming. I left messages EVERYWHERE! There’s no way she would miss this. In fact, I expect she will run through that door at any moment.” Tonks stared purposely at the door, as if Krystal might run in, right on cue.

[KRYSTAL MARIE HARGREAVES]

Waking with a start Krystal looked around the library. "Really? I fell asleep right here and no one woke me up?" Slightly annoyed she gathered her books and parchments stuffing them in no specific order in her bag. Getting up she looked around the library grimacing at a few yuongers snickering at her sleeping. Shaking her fist at them she walked briskly out of the library fully intent on finding Tonks asking her where she had been. Walking for a few minutes she noticed people trying to get her attention telling her to go to the Three Broomsticks. Thinking it some joke she made her way back to the common room. When the portrait started to ask, a note caught her eye. 'Conspiracy club?' She thought to herself ignoring the portrait's annoyed tone and repeating of the question. "Awhh shove off!"

Ripping the parchment from the wall she turned running straight towards the Three Broomsticks a broad grin playing its way onto her lips. Conspiracy club?! This was the best thing she'd heard about in months! She couldn't wait to spread her ideas about Sir Reginald and using the Box, she really couldn't contain her excitement whatsoever. Twenty minutes later she burst through the door gasping for breath looking around. Taking a quick look around she heard Tonks' last few words, something about her being here and she was right! Krystal had arrived just in time. Quickly making a heroic pose not caring to notice that only two people were in the room she smiled. "I have defeated all odds and am now here for this meeting! It must begin at once so we can start fighting these conspiracies! Who will join me?!" she said holding her arms in front of her pointing her finger around the room.

Seeing only Tonks and some guy she narrowed her eyes running to Tonks grabbing each shoulder. "Am I too late?! Please tell me I didn't miss the meeting!?" She said panicking as she looked around the empty room. "I'm only 30 minutes late! I swear I was just napping! Just resting my eyes! THIS IS SIR REGINALDS' DOING!" Shaking her fist she coughed moving over to sit down in an empty chair. "Uh, I'm Krystal by the way.. Who are you?" She asked eyeing the man suspiciously. Noticing Tonks not freaking out made her calm down a little. Tonks knew just as much as she did and if Tonks wasn't suspicious, she shouldn't be either. Relaxing a little she looked around. "Were we really the only ones that came?" She asked disappointment clear in her voice.

[SIDNEY MARSHALL]

He too starred at the door waiting for this Krystal person, as if on cue she burst in. One this was so much more magical than he thought. TWO students. Not ONE. But TWO! He could have done the snoopy dance right then and there on the spot but no they had important things to discuss. Important lessons to be learned! He was so proud of this moment he could almost feel a tear release from his eye. They were like his children and he was guiding them into the light. Not like an evil light though. No, no there was no evil here. They were the ones that were going to prevent the evil from occurring!

But looking at the girl he could see that she was panicking, he would have been as well if he had shown up late. "I'm only 30 minutes late! I swear I was just napping! Just resting my eyes! THIS IS SIR REGINALDS' DOING!" Snapping his eyes open even wider he stood ontop of a desk and shook his fist into the air. "Damn you Sir Reginald!!!!!!!"

He hopped back down and bowed, taking off his fedora then placing it atop of his head after he straightened out his back. "How careless of me. I am Sidney Marshall, Auror, Ex-Gryffindor at your service." He was duly proud of what he had achieved over the years. "Call me Sid though." Clapping his hands together he moved to the front of the room.

"Yes, you two were the only brave souls that showed up. But if there were too many here they might have been trying to sabotage us. Or they could have been trying to sabotage us by not coming. Thoughts?" He gestured to them both letting them freely answer.

[NYMPHADORA TONKS]

Finally her best friend made her entrance, and what timing she had! Jumping to her feet, she pulled Krystal into a hug. "I knew you would come!" She let go, leaving her arms to flop by her side, and listened carefully as the girl spoke, lapping up every word she said. A dramatic gasp escaped her mouth at the mention of their fearful enemy and she shook her fist, only to notice she was almost in perfect unison with the group leader. This had to be a sign! This session was meant to be. Any worries that this conspiracy could be wrapped inside another conspiracy had flown out the window, all with that fateful fist-shake.

Tonks sat back down on her carefully selected seat, and listened to what this fellow conspiracy-fighter had to say. Krystal had asked what his name was - she always asked the clever questions - and Tonks nodded her head seriously when he said to call him Sid; though she knew full well that he would always be Alps to her.

Her eyes followed Alps, as he made his way across the room, while she still kept a sneaky eye out for any robot-like gestures; just to be extra safe. When he stopped talking, once more, for their opinions, Tonks turned confidently to Krys and gave her a determined look which screamed 'I got this.'

"Both are very big possibilities Al-Sid. Though I think perhaps the Government has something to do with this! Maybe the Ministry has issued out secret warnings to anyone attending this kind of meetings!? Or it could be the work of The Man! What do you think, Krys?" She chimed eagerly, with the hope that her friend could shed some light on the situation before them.