RP: She did not sign-up DATE: September 25, 2000 CHARACTERS: Lancelot Troy (alias Ronan O'Reilly), Valmae Morgan and assorted bad guys LOCATION: Valmae's cottage near Holyhead, Wales then elsewhere SUMMARY: Potion Dealers have demanded Valmae's company whether she's willing or not COMPLETION: inComplete
She had been dancing around the cottage in a comfortably worn oversized Academy of Magic tee shirt and a pair of one of her cousins' old sweat pants cut off raggedly at mid calf and the draw string pulled tight to keep them from sliding off her hips. Her hair was in a messy pony tail and her favorite pair of fuzzy Sylvestor the Cat socks were on her feet. It was her day off and she was cleaning enthusiastically as she sang along to a Bratton Brothers polyorb. Wizarding America's answer to Hanson was a not so secret vice of hers.
In the middle of 'Your Love is a Quadpots Explosion', the front door burst open. It was only her Chaser instincts that got her out of the way of the first stunner. The bucket of soapy water that she Banished into the intruder was quickly followed by a heavy pottery vase thrown by an unerring Pro-Quidditch arm. Two other men came in the backdoor before she could retreat to the kitchen. Hexes and knicknacks flew fast and furious, but the outcome was quickly decided. Valmae was out numbered, out-dueled and simply overwhelmed.
Her neat little much loved cottage was in shambles when she was carried limply out over the first soapy intruder's shoulder. Her dazed eyes couldn't really focus properly but the last thing she saw before they apparated away was Cuddles lying unmoving in the garden.
If they had killed her dog, there wasn't a power in Heaven that would save them.