Thread: Black Wands (ThomasRHellsing and Lady Vi)

Both women were accustomed to Thomas's sporadic outbursts you simply did not survive in this house without mastering a speedy shielding spell. By the time the first hex had hit, Marie had darted away with a panicked squawk and blocked any rogue spells with a rippling wall of energy. Draco could handle himself, obviously. Iva, though... It was lucky she was out of the way. It took the taller woman a full second longer than usual to properly guard herself. She looked pale behind her shield, lips pressed in a grim line. As the boys finished their ridiculous posturing, Marie eyed her friend more closely. What could have shaken her up so badly? Bubotuber pus was nasty, but easily cleared up... What had Thomas done this time? If you boys are finished making a mess, perhaps we could attend to business? The small red-head crossed her arms impatiently. The pose pushed her breasts up a bit more and ruined Marie's chances of looking stern or commanding. If you're heading down Diagon Alley, have an order posted at Mulpepper's that should be ready if you would be so kind as to pick it up. There should also be a parcel waiting at Twillfit and Tatting's, and Thomas if you open it I swear on my mother's head... Come on, then, we're not errand boys! One of the 'newbies' butted in before she could make any obscene threats. Get someone else to fetch your lacy knickers. I am entirely out of Sea-adder venom and my stock of velvet oak gall is nearly depleted. Mr Mulpepper was kind enough to order it in for me, which is lovely. Marie smiled for a brief moment before glaring fiercely at the grey-masked man. Iva smothered a snort for all her sadism and reputation for cruelty, Marie was as ferocious as a kitten. I could go fetch it myself tomorrow, of course, but I will let you be the one to tell Thomas that he won't have his nerve-burning serum tonight. The 'newbie' looked at Thomas and every bit of visible skin went very, very pale. His voice even shook a bit as he muttered Doesn't explain why we have to pick up your clothes... It'll only add a few minutes, stop whining. Iva butted in, eager to have the group off. She needed to calm down a bit and pick one of the Deatheaters. Marie would be the obvious choice and a very easy kill, but Tonks was actually growing fond of her. It would have to be one of the new recruits. I can't think of anything I need... I made a run to the shops earlier this week. Tonks noted Marie giving her an odd look, but the other woman didn't say anything until after the men left. The room was perfectly empty, Tonks was busily considering which of the 'grey-masks' to murder, and Marie grabbed the spy's wrist. What's wrong? She demanded I- nothing's- Did he hit you? Did he...? What?! No, gods, why would you think that? Tonks started to laugh, overwhelmed by the absurdity of it all. I tripped on some ice, it gave me a shock, that's all, really. You just look so... Marie waggled her hands in the air. I don't know... Thoughtful maybe? Overwhelmed? Afraid? Oh... toiles et le ciel , are you pregnant? Ack! No, Merlin's beard, no! Iva waved her hands frantically as though she could push away the very possibility. Go pour yourself another drink, Marie. Gods... Pour me one too. I need one just thinking about that... The ladies parted ways Marie rolling her eyes and heading to the liquor cabinet while Iva stalked off to find a suitable victim.