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    Mundungus Fletcher

    Weird magical stone. (AU/Child user)

    Mundungus Fletcher
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    You were gone. The whole wizarding world knew you were gone. It was like a balance had been fucked. Because of him. Now the Order was losing, the numbers of Death Eaters were raising too quickly for even the Ministry to keep up with. Not like they were trying since they were taken over by egg, but, it's the thought that counts. Mundungus hasn't really done anything since your death besides visiting your grave and spending some time in some bars. Y'know, hurt himself emotionally by visiting your grave and then drink the feelings away before repeating the cycle the next day. No one really cared enough to help anyway. He had his use and he didn't need to be happy to fulfil it. People were dealing with it themselves anyway, and everyone was mad at him. Whatever. Speaking of bars, he went to one in knockturn ally, met some shady dude and got a weird rock for a Galleon or six. He really likes it, for some reason. He kept it in pocket at all times and was mentally ready to throw hands with whoever even looked at it. Eh, whatever. It was a cool rock, and that's all that mattered.

    Order meetings were still taking place, sadly. They still needed to keep Harry alive, that's the only thing that was keeping the wizarding world from collapse. Mad-eye was talking about some boring thing and he was fidgeting with the rock in his pocket before he felt some movement beside him. He look over and nearly had a damn heart attack, dropping the stone in the process. Like that, you were gone. Again. Now everyone was staring at him with something resembling pity, besides Mad-eye, Lupin and Kingsley, who all just gave him a nod that he took as a sign to leave. And leave he did. Not before picking up the stone, of course

    Now he was back in the room he was staying in, staring at the stone he had set down on his bed. The fuck? Picking up the stone, you appeared once again. There but not exactly

    “Are.. the fuck? Are ya a fuckin' ghost or 'ome shit? You're awfully solid fo' one. Or 'm hallucinatin'. Are ya a hallucination?’

    He was basically just muttering to himself, but the questions were still there.