#electric magic

They stepped out—three adolescents, skeletal wings arching, canine bodies corded with muscle the color of old blood under velvet-black skin. White eyes, blind to anything but what death had taught them to see. The Thestral-Hound Hybrids moved like bad memories and perfect weapons.

Hermione’s voice carried. “Umbrahounds, Nott-Pattern,” she announced. “Named for Theodore Nott—first volunteer to drill their leash-whistles and survive a breach. Flight-capable at maturity. Two riders per mount. Silent, obedient to command tokens, immune to fear.”

Theo’s gaze didn’t flicker, but the acknowledgement settled on him like a coronet. Society inhaled. The politics of naming had been observed; honor had been paid. Approval followed like scent.

The nearest hound lifted its head and scented the air. Its wings flexed. Then it turned toward the iron pen at the wall. ........ "Do not feed the hybrids raw meat on mission. It confuses post-combat bonding. Do not bleed in the yard; they will track you. Do not cast at them, even a stray charm—friendly fire flags you as hostile.”

She lifted a small disc from the tray. “Control tokens keyed to Draco, Theo, Blaise, Severus, and me. Secondary whistles for field sergeants. If the Umbrahounds are compromised, three commands exist: heel, ground, extinguish. Do not guess which is which.” She let her eyes rest a beat too long on the Carrows. They looked away.

“And if you ignore any of that?” Draco asked, flatly.

Hermione nodded to Severus. He flicked a switch. The second prisoner was shoved into the trench. No mist this time. A gate opened.

One hound leapt, silent as gravity. The glass shivered but held; gore spattered it red-black from the inside. When the hound stepped back at Theo’s whistle, it did so like a good, happy dog. The prisoner moved in three fewer pieces than he had been meant to, and nothing in the room pretended to be surprised.

Flip the switch and lose your temper!!

BOOM revenge for LilyK's OC (and you might have seen him around before folks) Aramis!! go lightning boy go

Jimmy Page in the Zoso Sweater, playing guitar with a bow at the Electric Magic shows, days after the release of Led Zeppelin IV, November 1971.

(New to me, this one, and I’m freaking out!)

Edit:

Thanks so much for the correction, friend! This certainly explains why I hadn’t seen it before!

So let’s have a little love for Jimmy Sakurai, formerly of LedZep Again, and now on his own as MR. JIMMY: Led Zeppelin Revival, and a regular guest with Jason Bonham’s Led Zeppelin Experience (with whom he’s on tour as I write this in December 2018).

I gotta tell ya, he looks amazing. A couple from his gallery at mrjimmyledzeppelinrevival:

Plus this delightful pic from Jimmy Sakurai’s official Twitter, courtesy of Ross Halfin:

After seeing the breadth of these costumes, and the way Jimmy Sakurai carries himself when he’s playing, I feel a little less silly for not noticing that it wasn’t Pagey in my original post. DANG YALL

Plus, check this FANTASTIC phone video of MR. JIMMY at Whisky A Go Go in 2017! If you’ve ever wondered what the tribute band thing is all about, here’s a fine place to start. He not only nails the basics of “Heartbreaker” as you’d hear it on the record, but he adds a lot of the flavor of a typical Jimmy Page stage performance from 1969, say, at this very venue:

So there ya go! Much love and many apologies to J. Sakurai, with thanks to @rock6880 for setting my feet on the path of righteousness!

And seriously, y’all need to dig into MR. JIMMY, who’s playing his ass off these days, quite likely gigging near you. And my Los Angeleno peeps, no excuses for missing out on his return to The Whisky in Feb!

Linkage:

https://www.mrjimmyledzeppelinrevival.com/

Electric Magic / Rin & Len Kagamine