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Tastes Like Chicken - B. Nonymous & Herm-own-ninny
Tastes Like Chicken.
It took Charlie Weasley thirty minutes to trek from Hogsmeade to the
threshold of the Forbidden Forest. He needed the entire half-hour to release
the tension that had built up to one single punch...
Charlie reached into his robe pocket and felt around for something. He
tapped the inside of his pocket twice, assuring himself that whatever he had
sought was still there. He began surveying places he could unload his
backpack and set up camp for the evening.
Fifteen minutes later, he had found a soft patch of ground near a small
ravine. He knelt and began to unload his now-removed backpack. He set up a
small tent - it appeared to be barely large enough inside for a single person
to lie down and sleep. Once the tent was erected, he grabbed his backpack
and crawled in.
He crawled into the bed of a small sleeping berth of a train. Charlie had
his tent charmed to resemble the train he enjoyed riding from Romania to
Germany for the Muggle Oktoberfest. The entrance was on the elevated bed, so
the inside of the charmed tent expanded downward, to a small, cluttered desk
and chair. An invocation of Lumos revealed all of these features.
Charlie climbed off the bed, sat in the chair, and removed a piece of
parchment from his pocket. This parchment was what he had felt earlier
before finding his campsite. He opened it up on the desk, and read it one
Since he had let his Weasley temper get the best of him, Charlie thought it
best that he get an early start. The only problem was that he had punched
Percy before dinner was ready. So now he had to forage around for
food. He could have gone to Hogsmeade and grabbed something at the Three
Broomsticks, but he was so used to camping on the reservation that he
instinctually chose to stay close by spending the night in the Forbidden
Charlie climbed back up into bed, and the crawled out the tent's flap. He
closed the flap, waved a locking charm on it, invoked Lumos, and then
started searching for something edible. While the forest was not yet wholly
dark, he needed the extra light to make sure he would not miss any possible
He stunned a squirrel in quick order. Charlie was hoping to find perhaps
another one so that he would not have to wake up extremely hungry the next
morning. While looking for another squirrel, something else caught his
A silver-green silhouette began growing against one of the rocks near his
tent, about twenty feet from where he had caught the squirrel. The
silhouette stopped growing and it looked about to be a foot long. Charlie
squinted briefly before recognizing the creature - a moke. Quickly he aimed
his wand and quietly said, "Stupefy". He managed to get the beam to
strike the small lizard square in the chest.
He ran over to the stunned reptile, and inspected it just to make sure he
had found a real moke. Its skin felt amazing, and it was not in any state of
shrunkenness. Charlie grabbed the lizard, and along with the squirrel,
prepared them both for dinner.
He ate outside his tent, in front of a fire. To his right, he had placed the
moke's hide. He would have someone sew it up into a small moneybag for him.
Given its size - most mokes were nine-to-ten inches, and this was one a foot
- he might even be able to get a larger bag out of it.
Charlie, glad he found food so quickly, soon extinguished the fire and turned
in for the evening. The last thought he had that night was not about his git
of a brother, but another property of the moke he had caught.
It tasted like chicken.