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Product of random ficcing, posted here so as not to be lost in case I ever want to do anything with the snippet:
First line from here; written in five minutes as per the traditional rules of the comm.
A gasp, a thud, a scream. Well, less of a scream, more of a "YOU BLOODY BASTARD DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?" She elbowed her assailant as he swiped her wand. Her wand. The bastard had taken her wand and now she was helpless. She stopped struggling, knowing it would do her no good now.
"Who are you? P-please, don't hurt me I've got a daughter she'll be wondering where I am..."
The man, wearing a grungy sort of tunic that didn't seem to have been washed for several weeks, tied her up - the Muggle way. What was he doing? What was a Muggle doing in Diagon Alley?
"Lady Ravenclaw, how nice to make your acquaintance," said the Muggle. "I would kiss your hand, but, well..." His accent was too aristocratic for him to be a common criminal; clearly, this was some sort of political thing; the tunic simply a disguise...
"Do you work for my mother?" she asked. Maybe it would all be all right, maybe she could just negotiate to keep quiet and not help Lord Salazar, maybe she could see Circe again tonight...
"Quite the opposite," he said, sounding offended.
"If you're hoping for some sort of concession from her," Rowena said, "she won't do it. She loves her position more than her daughter. I learned that long ago. She'll just kill you all to make an example of you."
"Well then," he said, smiling dangerously - at this she wanted to hit him, hard, but she was, of course, tied up. "You'll go down with us, then, won't you?"
First line from here; written in five minutes as per the traditional rules of the comm.
A gasp, a thud, a scream. Well, less of a scream, more of a "YOU BLOODY BASTARD DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?" She elbowed her assailant as he swiped her wand. Her wand. The bastard had taken her wand and now she was helpless. She stopped struggling, knowing it would do her no good now.
"Who are you? P-please, don't hurt me I've got a daughter she'll be wondering where I am..."
The man, wearing a grungy sort of tunic that didn't seem to have been washed for several weeks, tied her up - the Muggle way. What was he doing? What was a Muggle doing in Diagon Alley?
"Lady Ravenclaw, how nice to make your acquaintance," said the Muggle. "I would kiss your hand, but, well..." His accent was too aristocratic for him to be a common criminal; clearly, this was some sort of political thing; the tunic simply a disguise...
"Do you work for my mother?" she asked. Maybe it would all be all right, maybe she could just negotiate to keep quiet and not help Lord Salazar, maybe she could see Circe again tonight...
"Quite the opposite," he said, sounding offended.
"If you're hoping for some sort of concession from her," Rowena said, "she won't do it. She loves her position more than her daughter. I learned that long ago. She'll just kill you all to make an example of you."
"Well then," he said, smiling dangerously - at this she wanted to hit him, hard, but she was, of course, tied up. "You'll go down with us, then, won't you?"