Hi guys, this is Brookeira... sadly, I thought there would be Wifi on the plane like last time, but there wasn't, so no next part came yesterday. So new part tomorrow instead.

Part 19~

Abigail did not want to hold Peter responsible for his choice in vials. She listened with pangs of irritation as Keira, Balea, Shade, and Owlgirl spoke in relieved tones about getting their abilities back.

Saint and Booksy hugged each other; their wings had been restored when they got their True Names back. Booksy was crying quietly, happily, tears pooling and running down like tiny waterfalls.

"Thanks for describing the vials," Peter said, giving the empty ones back to Somebody. 

Yes, Somebody, great job describing them.

Abigail glared at her wrist, which now read "Dachsund".

Dachsund. That was it. No context, no clues. Just Dachsund.

"Hey Peter," Abigail said, gritting her teeth, "you gave me the wrong one."

Peter looked bashful. "Oops," he said, shuffling his feet, "which one did I give you?"

Abigail said nothing. Keira took a peek at her wrist before snickering quietly.

"Stop it!" Abigail groaned, blushing. Keira was choking on captured laughter now, occasionally spewing an Irish word.

"Dachsund," Leopard read, smiling, "wow. What does it do?"

"I don't know what 'Dachsund' is supposed to mean!" Abigail sighed, walking to the vials to look for a different vial.

From behind, Abigail heard a yelp and a bark. She whirled to see a dachsund dart under the table before looking back at her, expectant.

The girls laughed, and Abigail couldn't help but smile. The dachsund darted about her legs, yapped once more, and vanished.

"What kind of name is Dachsund?" Saint cackled.

"That'd be mine," said a man with a thick Brooklyn accent.

The girls turned; a ginger-haired, stout man who had been unconscious in the cell a moment before was now sitting up, grinning.

"Name's Clyde Gared Elliot Holmwood," he said, "also known as Dachsund. Yeah, it's not a great one."

Saint looked mortified. Abigail wordlessly pulled a vial she thought could be her own off the shelf, took out a syringe, and removed "Dachsund" from her wrist. She handed the syringe to the man who took it, grinning.

"Oh, also the sky blue one, the really dark red one, and the pink one that looks like someone vomited Pepto Bismol into a vial," Clyde said. Abigail obeyed. Clyde injected them into three sleeping Forbidden's wrists. 

She injected the next True Name into her wrist. It was Cacophony this time.

She sighed in relief. "We're so sorry," she said, "dachsunds are... very important to society."

"Yeah, yeah, it's fine," he said, "planning a prison escape?"

"Maybe," Somebody said warily, "what's it to you?"

"We can help."

"We?"

"Oh, right. Girls, meet Blinky, Pinky, and Inky."

Three Forbiddens roused at their names. The first had long red hair, and she groaned and glared at the girls.

"Oi, Pinky, get off my legs," she said to a delicate, half-asleep boy with dyed pink hair. The boy daintily adjusted himself but didn't budge.

"Fine," Blinky snapped. She vanished, leaving Pinky to fall to the ground, and reappeared two feet away.

"Ouch," Pinky said, looking hurt.

"Be quiet," the last girl, with blue-dyed hair, said, "I'd like to sleep, thank you."

"You're nicknames... are Pacman ghosts?" Keira asked.

"That'd be a yes," Clyde said, "my real names Clyde, and their powers match up. We went with a theme."

"Inky? Pinky?" Saint was incredulous.

Pinky stood and smiled at Saint before flashing a burst of pink light at Saint's face. Saint yelped and reeled back, stunned.

"Did... did you just blind me?" Saint asked, feeling around blindly.

"Yes, he did. Temporarily, at least," Inky said, grinning. She stood, revealing thousands of tattoos of animals on her body. She touched her fingers to one on her back and a long, dark, whip-like tail sprouted from her tailbone. It looked to be made of crystallized ink.

"Nice ink tail," Clyde said, "I didn't know ya had that one. Where'd you get it done?"

"Vegas," Inky said, "and I used it in a heist, remember?"

"Oh yeah," Clyde said, "forgot."

"Wait... heist?" Booksy said, "are you-"

"Yeah, we're thieves," Blinky said casually, "but we're helpful."

"They have a point," Shade said gruffly, "they know how to fight, probably..."

Abigail looked at them nervously, eyeing them. Peter was doing the same, along with Booksy. 

"I guess," Abigail said dubiously.

There was a call from the corridor outside. Shade and Leopard growled.

"You run," Clyde said, "leave it to us."

"Thanks," Keira said.

Shade flew and, in one swoop, tore open the window just as the Battalion started pouring in. 

OH. MY. GOODNESS. I AM LAUGHING SO HARD RIGHT NOW I CAN HARDLY TYPE. 

Dachshund.

X. D.

(Funny thing, in a weird HP RP me and my BFF are writing, dogs are allowed as pets at Hogwarts, and Cedric has a pet dachshund named Roger!) 

Agh, what? I summoned a dacshund??