robinet burke. (robinet) wrote in disorderic, @ 2017-11-19 18:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | eddie carmichael, robinet burke |
WHO: Eddie Carmichael and Robinet Burke
WHAT: Redecorating for Christmas
WHERE: Knockturn
WHEN: Sunday 19th, late in the evening
WARNINGS: Ridiculousness mostly tbh
The urge to do something, to cause some kind of mischief, had burrowed its way under Robin’s skin, manifesting itself in a restless fidgeting that had plagued him for days. He’d even went as far as asking his boss for more practical tasks until he’d been given an old, heavily cursed jewellery box while he waited to hear where he’d be sent off to. The box had been interesting, but Robin’s head was still buzzing with the need to do something. After work, he’d been helping in the shop, but that had only ended with him hassling his dad about getting less boring items in. It hadn’t ended that well. It took a few days before Robin’s willpower cracked and he practically cornered Eddie, eyes bright but expression very serious. He slid his hands into his pockets, rocking slightly on his heels as he leaned in and said, “I’m so bored. We’ve got to do something. I’m thinking of going in and sending tripping jinxes at every person who walks through the door at Flourish and Blotts at this point.” "Yikes, you must be getting desperate," Eddie commiserated. "That's childsplay, mate." He considered for a moment. What deserved the kind of attention Robin was sure to pay when he was in this sort of mood? Surely there was a worthier target than F&B's customers. "We could mess the decorations of anywhere that's got Christmas out already? It's not even December. Or something for the hitwizards again like Halloween. Or Phineas was being a bit of a dick yesterday. Somebody's got to deserve it, right?" Robin’s eyes lit up at Eddie’s suggestions, mind placing them in order as he ran through them. Most of the shops were already shut up for the night in the alley: they were easy targets, the dark November nights providing easy cover. He inclined his head at first, slowly, and then nodded sharply. “I want to see a Christmas tree dance like its possessed,” he said, with relish. “Good shout, Eddie.” He clapped Eddie’s arm, then stood back, already running through the list of shops he’d seen adorned with Christmas decoration. The less good bookies (the one that wouldn’t even pretend to look the other way when people brought a flask in as long as they were quiet and discreet about it) had been piping out Christmas music for weeks. Tinsel threaded its way across the desk, snowflakes adorned the window, an artificial coldness coupling with a cinnamon smell to attract anyone passing. Robin guided them there and stared at the window. Encased behind it was a large Santa surrounded by presents. “I’m really sorry,” he said, “but I’m going to have to make that Santa moon everyone who passes by.” "I feel like half of that statement is a lie," Eddie said, studying the windows for his own project. The gift-wrapped boxes were enticing, but something about the snowflakes irked him the most. "It's not cold enough to snow yet, and I won't hear otherwise." He set to 'melting' a large snowflake hanging off the front of the building until it looked like a dripping Dali mess. Robin laughed as he cast the spell at the Santa: sensing a presence he stood, turned, and pulled down his trousers. Robin laughed harder. Eddie was right. He wasn’t even the slightest bit sorry about it. He was still grinning as he started to work on another part of the display, at the opposite end. “Do you think we could make it cold enough to snow in the back office?” he asked, distantly, as he charmed nutcracker toys to beat each other. “Serve them right for all those snowflakes.” "That, Robin, is an excellent idea. It would absolutely serve them right." Eddie considered for a moment. "I think it'd just be a matter of messing the environmental charms, wouldn't it? Making them go a bit haywire … nice job with the nutcrackers, by the way. Can they crack people in the nuts when they walk by, and also can we film it somehow?" Robin snickered, a sound that would have been devious enough if he hadn’t ended it by cackling. They were lucky there weren’t that many people around: they’d chosen a good time, between when shops shut and people decided to go out for a drink. “We could come back and catch it all on camera,” he said, a wicked grin on his face. “Or we could set something up. I’d love to see that.” He was grinning at Eddie as he walked over, pausing at the door. Eddie was right: it’d take only a slight modification of environmental charms, nothing too fancy. He tapped his wand gently against his chin as he considered the door of the bookies, casting a few quick spells to test the wards. There was nothing too strange or startling on them, though a Knockturn standard glared large: anyone who tried to breach the wards would be temporarily bald and turned blue, a humiliating sign that they’d failed to break in. Robin started to work on it. Eddie decided his role, then, was lookout. He leaned casually against the building, blocking what he could of Robin's spellwork from the sight of anyone who might be passing by. Not that there was much to worry about. Rain kept threatening, and after yet another Dementor sighting just around the corner in Diagon this week, folks were content to stay indoors. Eddie scanned the nearby windows of the flats above the shops across the alley, but nobody appeared to be watching anything. He was already bored being lookout. "What can I do?" he asked, less familiar with wards and curses than his esteemed colleague Robinet. “There’s still a couple wards to come down,” Robin said, over his shoulder. “They’ll be a piece of cake to you. I dunno why Griggs doesn’t think someone would try to rob a bookies.” "Maybe there's something worse inside," Eddie suggested, only half-joking. He traced out a simple ward that seemed manageable enough and started disabling it. "Maybe they've a pet chimaera in the back room." “Do you think so?” Robin’s eyes lit up. He almost bounced on his heels. “Man, I would kill for them to have something really interesting. I’d definitely have to steal it.” Eddie shot a skeptical look over to his friend. "The hell would you do with a chimaera? Oh, fuck," he swore as he nearly set off the ward he was trying to take down. He needed to concentrate. Still, he had to add, "It would definitely eat you." “I could fight it off,” Robin said, confidently, with the air of someone who knew what they were talking about. It was complete rubbish. Robin had never seen a chimaera face-to-face and he would not come out of it well if he did. “I could bring it home. I’m menacing my neighbours again — Pat downstairs is having really annoying parties and never invites anyone so screw that guy. He deserves chimaera noise.” He flicked his wrist at the end of a sequence and a ward dropped. Robin grinned to himself and hummed slightly in approval. “Or if there is one we can take it and put it somewhere and, Eddie, I mean this from the bottom of my heart: I’d be happy to share custody with you.” He reached out and clapped his shoulder. “I—“ Eddie drew out his words as he stayed focused on the task at hand, “Would immediately give parental rights straight over to Rolf. Gotta think about what’s best for the chimaera child. There,” he added with a hint of triumph as his ward came down. “Is that all of them?” “I think so,” Robin said, lifting his wand. A diagnostic spell and then another and he said, “Yeah, we’re good to go.” The door opened and Robin rushed in, eyes sharp as he looked around. There was a large Christmas tree in the corner which he bounded over to with the enthusiasm and grace of a fawn. The star was brightened to almost blinding lights and then Robin half-closed his eyes. “That wasn’t smart, man, sorry.” Eddie closed the door behind them and pulled closed the drapes so they wouldn't be spotted, since Robin was already off on his quest. "You have fun with the tree, I'll start making it snow." He didn't know how to change the temperature regulating spells already in place, but he could at least give them a good cold burst to fight with for awhile. He traced an icy curse onto the ceiling above, letting icicles form and grow over every desk and chair in the room. Robin watched the ice for a moment, grinning as it sprung into being, spreading down. He reached out and touched on, feeling the coldness emanate from it and then he whooped with delight. It took him a minute to turn back to the tree. Some of the spells he cast were nicer than others — one of them enchanted the soldiers on the tree to break out into a dance every few minutes. Robin laughed at himself. “This is a proper Christmas wonderland, in my opinion, yeah?” "A very merry little Christmas, indeed," Eddie said, hands on his hips as he admired their work. "It still serves them right. But maybe we should get gone before the chimaera pops out, yeah?" “I’m gonna send fake snow raining down on it as we leave,” Robin announced, already heading for the door. “But let’s go.” |