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round 3 overflow post

Round 3 Overflow Post

This post is for Round 3 fills only. We ask that when a round hits 8500 comments, fillers begin moving their fills to this post.

Format:
SUBJECT LINE -- Round #, short description of fic (ex: "Alex/Hank, lab partners")
--- Link to the prompt
--- Text of the prompt

--- Link to the fill
OR
--- Entire text of the fill

EXAMPLE:
Prompt: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=1038472#t2038174

Charles/Erik -- Charles is a bakery owner whose most frequent customer is Erik.

Fill: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=0139482#t4502942

Charles started off the morning the same way he always did...

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((Yes, I now have an LJ I can de-anon with! Don't bother going there at present, there's nothing on it.))

"Good morning, Auror Office, this is Auror Munoz, how may I help you?"

"I need to speak to Mr. Potter. It's quite urgent." Charles could only assume that the Auror Office had, quite sensibly, set its communication fireplaces some feet above the floor, because his disembodied head (he would never get used to this method of communication) was at eye level with the exhausted-looking Auror Munoz.

"That won't be possible, sir," Munoz said. "Mr. Potter is away from the office at the moment, and already has a stack of messages a foot high. I will, of course, add your message to the stack."

"No, you don't understand, this is quite urgent—"

"It always is, sir, and then it turns out to be a drunk goblin with a trained weasel and poor taste in jokes." He held up a hand to forestall Charles's protest, looking apologetic. "Sir, it is the policy of this office that all reports of Dark activity will be addressed within twenty-four hours, in the order in which they're received. Considering the volume of reports we receive daily, you truly cannot expect more than that."

"But – listen to me, I'm Charles Xavier, the Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts—"

"Are we really playing the 'don't you know who I am' card, sir?"

Charles suppressed a scream of frustration. "No."

"Glad to hear it. Now, I'm ready to take down your report. We ask that you be calm and succinct."

"The Headmaster of Hogwarts intends to cast a death-curse over the entirety of the school – if not the country – targeting Muggles and Muggle-borns and powered by a human sacrifice. Is that bloody succinct enough for you?"

The Auror's quill paused a moment, then he calmly finished writing what Charles had said – word for word, near as Charles could tell – and looked up at him. The dull, tired boredom in his eyes had sharpened entirely away. "And how did you come by this knowledge?"

With great difficulty. Charles took a breath, trying to think where to begin.

The fireplace around him suddenly went dark, and he found himself entirely back at the fireplace in his office.

"What the – Did that git hang up on me?"

"I don't think so," Erik said uneasily, giving him a hand up. "I think the Floo Network went down."

"Went down? The Floo Network doesn't just go down, it wasn't built by bloody Microsoft, magic doesn't just glitch up without a reason." He tried to re-establish the connection. Nothing. Not even a flicker.

He tried to contact Raven's office, as a test. Nothing.

"We can try my office," Erik said.

"Yes, let's." The words chirped artificially on their way out of his mouth.

The fireplace in Erik's office did not respond either.

"Right. Right-o." Charles felt his way down into a chair. "He knows, then."

"That's one possibility. It could – however slim the possibility – be a coincidence." Erik, Charles could tell, was trying very hard to be calm and logical. "Even if Shaw did this, he may have thought it pre-emptive, may not even know he cut off a connection. Or he may know the connection took place but not where it connected to."

"Or he could know everything."

Erik sighed. "Or that."

"Well, I got the basics through. Maybe it'll be enough."

"Even if they acted on your information at this very moment, Charles, no one could get here for hours, not without the Floo Network."

"And it may take a full day for my message to work its way through channels. Far too late." Charles got up from the chair and began to pace. "We have to take action ourselves."

"If we catch him by surprise, we can probably kill him."

Charles stared at Erik a moment, trying to decide if he was more appalled by the suggestion or impressed that Erik, teacher's pet, was making it.

"That's a last resort," he said eventually.

"This isn't the time for principles, Charles."

"It's not only that. Suppose we attempt it and fail? He kills us both and then there's no one to stop him. Better to avoid a confrontation, I think; let the Aurors handle that. There's a simpler way, a way to make his entire plan collapse."

There's a simpler way, a way to make his entire plan collapse.

I have no idea how, but I am convinced that the solution is FOR CHARLES AND ERIK TO MAKE OUT! GREAT SEX FOR GREAT JUSTICE!!!

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round 3 overflow post

FILL: The Better Men (22a/30ish)

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