Thread: Black Wands (ThomasRHellsing and Lady Vi)

Marie and Iva followed the men, both with expressions of shock on their faces. As robes were removed, the ladies averted their eyes politely but Iva was pretty sure she saw Marie sneaking a glance or two. Tonks sighed inwardly but didn't give Marie's bad behavior much thought there were much more important things to worry about. The spy-woman's stomach clenched with dread as Draco and Thomas recounted the fight in loving detail. Every word was a new horror that she was forced to smother until she nearly begged them to tell her who was dead and what poor soul was in the bag. Is that really her? Marie asked with gleeful curiosity as Hermione's head was yanked from the sack. She had never actually met any of His greater enemies. This would be exciting! Mon dieu , it is. Good work, boys! Oh! He'll be so happy! I hope you were gentle, Thomas. Patching them up takes time, you know. Tonks felt sick watching as Marie, her nearest 'friend', clapped ecstatically over Granger's bound form. To anyone watching it would only seem that Iva was shocked or very serious, but inside she was screaming as she followed Thomas and his prisoner down to the basement. Marie could fuss over Draco's scratch. Maybe the Resistance would get lucky and Draco would catch an infection from Marie's botched healing. An unlikely prospect, but Tonks could hope. I can make as much as you need, but is ice smart? She might go into shock. The blonde woman made a conscious effort not to look at the bag or even her partner. I think we're all a bit tired of the fighting... Even Marie's started blathering about babies and houses. I thought she'd never want to quit. With a twinge of resignation, Iva pulled her wand and began chilling the water. It had to be done slowly. Every time a crust of ice formed thick enough, Iva would lift one of her long legs and stomp the surface with her heel to break up the ice. Freeze and crack, freeze and crack, until the shards were fat and smooth and thick. I think I will be happy to be finished. She said honestly. While Iva and Thomas were preparing Hermione's bath, Marie was upstairs with Draco. She pulled a small box from her pocket, no larger than a ring case, and proceeded to resize it in a similar way to the shrinking chests. It didn't get nearly so big, but by the time she finished the ring case was a full-sized healer's kit. Sit on the bed and let me see it... Tsh, lucky it was only a transference. Setting her case on the ground at their feet, Marie sat beside Draco and began to gauge the damage to his hand. Her own fingers were tender and warm as she cradled the damaged hand in her lap. Only twice did she poke at the inflamed tissue to check the intensity of his pain. Okay, maybe it was three times, but otherwise she was remarkably gentle. Doesn't seem too bad. I have a salve that should heal it quickly enough. She let go of his hand and bent down to rummage in the medical kit. Eventually she sat back up with a blue bottle and rolled bandage in her hands. When the red-head removed the bottle's stopper it smelled faintly of bourbon, smoke, and juniper. Since this is conjured acid, we'll have to do this the old fashioned way. It might sting a bit, I'm afraid. She met his eyes with a small smile, almost apologetic but not entirely. Roll up your sleeve for me, please?