"Jeff grinned at his boss. "Did that in the hallway. When we're done here, I'll go advise the Ship." I..." the General started, but thought better of ...t. He had learned to give Colonel Matthews free rein when he (the General) gave Jeff an assignment. He wasn't sure how Matthews planned to use the Ship on this assignment, but he wasn't going to say anything against it."And Colonel, like I said before, make it look like an accident. We've tried him in absentia. This bastard isn't going to be sent. Commander McGraw, have Gunnery Sergeant Major Browne march them in please."Sally McGraw walked quickly to the double doors of the ornate conference room with an expanding sense of curiosity. She opened a door and stood in the doorway."Gunnery Sergeant Major, The Queen requests you march them in please."There was a quiet conversation while Sally opened both doors to the sound of the shuffling of feet. Then there was the whip crack of commands more suitable for a parade ground,"Party, shun!. You will just be like your whore mama and have 17 illegitimate children who will most likely end up on welfare or in prison, just like the rest of you kids who dropped out of school. Nobodies." Fuck you, Aunt Carol, I said in my head and most likely out loud. That bitch never knew when to shut her pie hole except to chew her food. At least she gave us that. So here I sat on the same stool as last evening nursing my scotch, extra neat. Extra neat. What the fuck does that even mean? A man sat. About half-way up the spiral staircase we passed another Weasley, Percy. Charlie stopped and said, “Perce, I’m gonna be a bit late for the Feast. I just caught McLaggen here... Well, if anyone asks about us, just tell them we’ll be there as soon as I’ve dealt-out Cormac’s punishment.” I could tell that Charlie’s younger brother was dying to ask a bunch of questions and Charlie figured the same and said, “Thanks, Percy.” Charlie then turned and started up the stairs again. I gave a quick.