Thread: Black Wands (ThomasRHellsing and Lady Vi)

I wouldn't dream of it. Marie said as she blithely swabbed salve over the burn. Apparently she was honest. The lotion stung and tingled for a brief moment, feeling a bit like the fizzy bubbles in a soda, before settling into a cool, creeping sensation. I'm not so stupid as to pull something like that on one of our own. Not just stupid, that would be reckless! What if there was a mission? Marie knew a little of her own reputation and it rather hurt her feelings. Oh, so maybe she went a little sparingly on the pain relief sometimes, but those potions could be horrifyingly addictive. She was doing her patients a favor by sparing them the risk. Certainly she wouldn't offer relief to a prisoner! That was far too close to treason. No, Marie knew exactly how her reputation began. It was all Thomas's fault he started that rumor after catching her in a compromising position in the basement with a vodka bottle and a fresh corpse. He just had to go off to do whatever insanity and leave her to guard the flayed remainder of some rebellious shopkeeper. He had totally misread the situation, anyway. She had been drunk and bored... And besides, she was only on the table to get a better look at the inside of the prisoner's ribcage her skirt might have gotten bloody too, that's why it was hiked up like that. Nothing nearly so ghoulish as Thomas made it out to be. Good luck convincing the others though... The petite healer sighed softly and began to wrap Draco's hand in a bandage. She was exceptionally careful not to go too tight on the binding. He had been right about one thing, though. She did keep 'dummy' remedies in her kit. They were strictly for use on prisoners, however. Not to worry, darling, you're in safe hands with me. She finished bandaging and gave her commander a bright smile that only wilted a little as Thomas reentered the room with a horrible cigarillo in his mouth. I really wish you wouldn't smoke indoors. Those things reek. She spoke with no real force, knowing full well that she had no power over Thomas and he would never actually listen to her. Instead, Marie squeezed the fingers of Draco's wounded hand and reached up to roll his sleeve back down and button the cuff for him. Downstairs, Tonks was left staring in shock at his bag. It was a trap, surely. Though Thomas was just nutty enough to be genuine... She really did believe that he wanted to prolong the war. They had been 'lovers' in the loosest form of the word for several months now. She couldn't have explained why exactly she had first slept with the madman, but now it was just part of her cover. Cover that was evidently blown. If Hermione escaped, Thomas would know who had helped her. He could easily turn 'Iva' over or kill her himself... He would probably even enjoy it. Tonks stared at the blood crusted on Granger's forehead and made her decision. The bubotuber pus was easy enough to find. The vial was bulky and near the top of his supplies. Tonks was already trembling when she took out the bottle and started carrying it across the room. Ironically, she stepped on a shard of spilled ice and slipped. The bottle tumbled from her hands and smashed quite honestly against the tub. No turning back now. It was a small burn, I expect a full recovery by morning. I will take your word on the health of his, ehem, 'cock', though. Marie was saying as Iva walked into the room with pus spattered on the hem of her jeans. Iva, what... I slipped and dropped a vial of bubotuber pus. The tall blonde glanced over at her lover, still smoking with a smile on his face. I don't think any got on me though.