[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=Gold]Artemis “Arty” Harrington[/color][/b][/h3]
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[b][color=gold]Location:[/color][/b] Dumbledor’s Office 
[b][color=gold]Magic:[/color][/b]N/A[/center][hr]

[color=gold] “Of course, sir.”[/color] Arty said quickly, shifting on his feet as he watched everyone file out. He beamed at Mary when she said her goodbyes, sending her a not so discrete thumbs up as she filed out, and turned his improved mood on Georgina when she said she'd wait for him, happy she was feeling better than before.  He watched the others―And by others he meant the downers not in their soon to be named study group.―leave as well until it was only him and his brother left behind. When Apollo mentioned the train incident, Arty gave a loud sigh of relief and threw his arm around Apollo. 

[color=gold]“I already told him I had something!’[/color] Arty whined dramatically despite his relief. Scurrying around his brother’s back wasn’t something he had any interest in doing. In fact, he didn’t want to be scurrying around [i]anyone’s[/i] back. [color=gold] “I just didn’t want you to feel weird watching someone hand your memories over, you know?”[/color] Or a repeat of what happened on the train. Arty tried to keep his tone light and joking, keeping up the annoying brother act, but he was really worried that hearing about his memories would lead to a repeat and Arty wasn’t sure he would be able to make it through round 2. He was amazed he made it through a round 1 without incident. The flash of the blade ran through his mind and he shuddered. 

[color=gold]“Anyways Professor, here you go! One bona fide Harrington memory!”[/color] Arty pulled the bottled memory with a flourish and placed it on his desk. [color=gold] “Do you know what the…”[/color] His eyes darted to Apollo for a brief second before returning to Dumbledore, [color=gold] “Word I mentioned means?”[/color]

Dumbledore picked up the memory and inspected it, as if he could determine its contents by the naked eye. "Yes, Mr. Harrington," he answered, looking a little troubled. "There have been rumors of a dark witch stylizing herself as the Chimera... But enough of that for now. You are both young wizards and ought to at least try to enjoy your first night back. I hear the house elves have prepared quite a feast for us tonight."

[color=gold] “Yeah,we’ll do just that!”[/color] Arty replied quickly, ready to drop that subject. He really didn’t want to consider why a knife belonging to a dark witch was seen stabbing him in the chest. [color=gold] “Thank you, Professor! We’ll see you at the feast!”[/color] Arty dragged his brother out of the office and shut the door behind them, intent on completely ignoring that for now. He didn’t need the night to get any worse. [color=gold] “Okay, you go on to Ravenclaw. I need to get this looked at and then I’ll be down to eat.”[/color] His stomach rumbled and Arty gave a pitiful groan. [color=gold]“Hopefully, it doesn’t take too long.[/color]