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Morgandy Yaxley (markedheart) wrote in all_roads,
@ 2008-03-04 18:36:00

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*thread-completed, dominic abbott, morgandy yaxley

Polyjuice games; Hestia's flat [MY, DA]
WHO: Morgandy, Dominic, briefly Hannah, Ernie, and Hestia via journal
WHERE: Hestia's flat
WHEN: Friday, 7 January, 2000; late afternoon
SUMMARY: Mory tried to keep Dominic away from her for the next few days, to no avail. COMPLETED THREAD.
RATING: PG-13 for language

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regretfulde
2008-03-04 11:55 pm UTC (link)

Dominic was worried to say the least. While he could easily attribute Hestia’s snappishness to being ill, something still had him ill at ease. Not the best cook in the world of his own admission, Dominic had actually ventured to a Muggle grocery store to pick up a can of chicken and noodle soup, and had loaded that shopping sack full of other things to comfort Hestia such as a carefully wrapped plate full of Hannah’s homemade sweets and some treats he had impulsively picked up for Max.

Satisfied that he had everything that he needed, he used his floo to get to her flat. Max, the little devil, was taking advantage of his mistress’s poor health to shred pillows in the living room. “Bad dog.” Dominic scolded, picking the pillow up and sitting it on a table next to his sack of goodies. He tossed the puppy several treats, trusting that that would make him behave for a bit, and then proceeded down the hallway.

“Hestia?” He called, walking toward her room slowly. Hestia, it’s me, I’m here…” He paused outside of her door frame, frowning as he looked at the bundle of covers. “I know you’re under there somewhere…” He took several steps closer, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling the covers down. “Hello gorgeous.” He said, his tone teasing. “Aren’t you glad that I came over after all?”

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markedheart
2008-03-05 12:07 am UTC (link)

Not knowing if Dominic had a key or other access to the flat, nor wanting to use that specifically warded journal Nicodemus had given her, Mory was currently in a high-strung state. She had meant the next few days to be set aside to familiarizing herself with Hestia's flat as well as to read through her journal for helpful information. Hestia herself hadn't been exactly forthcoming, but Mory hadn't pressed her more than was expected when another was within hearing distance.

The dog had been an unexpected trial as, somehow, it had seen through the Polyjuice. Damned animal intuition. She had left it shredding a pillow to keep the creature out of her hair, only later learning his name was Max. Knowing his name hadn't helped.

The place was strange, this body was strange and every frustrating minute that passed made Mory even more certain that giving in to Rodolphus and Bellatrix's demands would soon be in the past, rather than her future. She wouldn't continue at this forever, she'd find a way to ruin their plan without being caught or something else as effective.

The moment she heard the Floo she took off down the short corridor and threw herself into the bed.

"Go away!" she yelled from beneath the blankets, then presented him with a hostile look when he uncovered her. She supposed that smile he was directing at her was meant to persuade Hestia to his way of thinking, but even if that assumption was right, she needed him out of here while she was still floundering like this. Angry moods swing to the rescue, hopefully.

"You're incapable of listening to me, aren't you?" she demanded angrily, pulling on the blankets.