The Circle Completed
Concepts contributed by: Jade, Jessica Parker & Angelbot
Joe! he cried. Joe Albuquerque! Is that really you?
No, its just a disguise, said Joe Albuquerque, seating himself in a chair Harvey had just now
conjured from nowhere. So when do we get down to business?
What did you do with the real old goat? Sadie asked, gazing down at the surprisingly small
pile of items that had made up Joes disguise as the owner of the Hogs Head. She added, in a
vaguely hopeful tone, Killed him, I suppose...
Oh, hes all right, said Joe. Having the night off. I tell you though, Ive never worked so
hard undercover, not even when I impersonated a Gringotts goblin named Jigpod during the
Youve been standing at the bar all night? Spanky cried.
Well, no, the real owner isnt much for customer service himself, and I didnt want to blow my
cover, said Joe. Still, I had a lot on my hands, what with the local gobstones club making a
mess on the floor and several hags having a bachelorette party and overdoing it a bit.
Spanky pressed his hand to the side of his hooded head. You always amaze me!
Youre no bore, yourself, Joe observed. I overheard a lot of your talk about the Owlympics.
It was like being there all over again.
What! You were there? At the Owlympics? You never showed yourself!
Joe shrugged. I was undercover. You remember that really attractive Frenchwoman in troll
wrestling who was busted for wearing nose-plugs?
Spanky laughed. Dont tell me you busted her.
No, I was her. Leave it to Owlympic judges to notice nose-plugs yet overlook the fact
that I had a copy of Learn to Speak French in 10 Minutes and a half-empty flask of
polyjuice in my duffel bag. What have you been doing since we last met?
Forgetting the others, Spanky told him. Even though he kept his hood over his face, he had no
qualms about spreading a billfold full of photos on the tableIlona, the kids, himself wearing
RMB dress robes and being decorated for Special Services to the International Magical Community.
He talked for nearly thirty minutes about busting a ring of dragon smugglers in the Lake Country,
fighting a werewolf and a vampire at the same time, and catching a Deputy Head of the Floo
Regulation Panel poking his head into Muggle fires and yelling Boo! Sadie yawned.
As his narration wound down, Spanky asked Joe, What about you? Is Nigel still working for you?
Of course. He sends his regards. Hes the one who arranged security for the Gryffindor Sword
replica when it toured the States last spring. I felt I owed it to him, since he had the
presence of mind to remove the sword from Bette Noirs mansion before it disappeared. Of course,
it doesnt need the same level of security as in the old days, before word leaked out about the
real sword being in Dumbledores office. How is the old man, anyway?
Still the same, said Spanky. Outscores the rest of our tenpin bowling team every Saturday,
even with Lionel sucking on his sparemints. Hell want to see you when he knows youre around.
Joe nodded. Ill go up to the school tomorrow. So what is it you need me to do, old friend?
He said this last to Harvey, who shrugged and took a sip of his drink. For now, listen. In a
bit, go to bed and get a good mornings sleep. In a week, return to this spot where we will have
information to share and plans to make. But before we bid each other happy dreams, our friend
Merlin must give us all something to think on. For the six of us, if you all accept the job, are
going to get into a place many wizards and witches have tried to get out of. It has never
been done, except by the leave of those who guard itand if they know what we intend to do, they
will certainly never give us leave. It may be that it cannot be done. But if it can be done, it
will be done by the six of us. Now, Merlin, tell us your sad tale.
An invisible figure shifted in its seat. A mans voice hesitantly said, Mind you, it was a
miscarriage of justice, what sent me there.
I believe you, said Harvey.
Youre talking about a prison! Endora gasped. You were sent to prison, werent you? Not
Oh, no, said Harvey. Didnt I wish it was Azkaban!
What happens next? Send us your idea in 150 words or less, and tune in
next week for another installment of the Magic Quill.
If you'd like to contact Robbie (or the Magic Quill itself), you may do so