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Dumbledore
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As the sun came over the down, the sounds of horses hooves beat a rhythmic retreat from the nearest village. The Countess Rod of Havenhurst seemed half-asleep and half-awake and was humming herself a little tune. Beside her in the carriage was the Baron Morrissey of Mope. He looked quite smart in an ivory brocade waistcoat, plum-colored velvet breeches, and cream-colored silk hose. The Countess had known the Baron for some time, though only in passing. She was very often seen cavorting in court, and he was very often at home. He was a quiet chap, with lithe ankles and an interesting shape to his legs that the Countess quite liked. In fact, the Countess found him very attractive, but had not as yet indicated such.
They sat there in the carriage not speaking for several minutes when suddenly the driver pulled the horses to a stop.
The Baron seemed bored, and his thoughts were elsewhere. He barely had noticed they had come to a stop. And then the driver, a curiously small person in an ill-fitting wig, appeared in the carriage window.
"Roight! That's me off!" he said.
"What?" said the Baron. "Where are you going?"
"I've been paid to take you *this* far. If you want to go any further, I'll need more payin'!"
The baron sighed, and jerked the door of the carriage open. Of course, he didn't realize that the driver had been hanging onto the door. The driver was, in fact, only about 4 feet tall. He landed on the ground with a thud, and started screaming.
"Moider! Moider! He's tried to moider me!"
"What a scabby little man," said the Baron.
The Countess got out of the carriage and came to stand beside the baron. "That wasn't very nice! He was just a little driver! You shouldn't go around trying to kill people you wouldn't like to pay!"
The Baron sighed again, and leaned against the carriage. "No one understands me," he said.
"Well, I certainly don't," said the Countess. "I think you need to be taught a lesson."
With that, she stepped up to the driver's seat and took up the scabby little driver's riding crop...
They sat there in the carriage not speaking for several minutes when suddenly the driver pulled the horses to a stop.
The Baron seemed bored, and his thoughts were elsewhere. He barely had noticed they had come to a stop. And then the driver, a curiously small person in an ill-fitting wig, appeared in the carriage window.
"Roight! That's me off!" he said.
"What?" said the Baron. "Where are you going?"
"I've been paid to take you *this* far. If you want to go any further, I'll need more payin'!"
The baron sighed, and jerked the door of the carriage open. Of course, he didn't realize that the driver had been hanging onto the door. The driver was, in fact, only about 4 feet tall. He landed on the ground with a thud, and started screaming.
"Moider! Moider! He's tried to moider me!"
"What a scabby little man," said the Baron.
The Countess got out of the carriage and came to stand beside the baron. "That wasn't very nice! He was just a little driver! You shouldn't go around trying to kill people you wouldn't like to pay!"
The Baron sighed again, and leaned against the carriage. "No one understands me," he said.
"Well, I certainly don't," said the Countess. "I think you need to be taught a lesson."
With that, she stepped up to the driver's seat and took up the scabby little driver's riding crop...