brother_mine (brother_mine) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2018-09-19 09:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | lily luna potter, mycroft holmes (bbc) |
WHO: Mycroft Holmes, Lily Potter
WHERE: Mycroft’s apartment
WHEN: Wednesday, August 15, morning - after this exchange
WHAT: Lilu gives Mycroft a hand by helping to get rid of an intrusive breakfast Toon
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Complete in gdocs
The door swung open before Lilu’s knuckles could knock a twice. “Good God, thank you for coming at such short notice.” Mycroft was irate and still wearing a silk dressing gown when he let Lilu into his apartment. “I’m at wit’s end! I need to get ready for work, but I refuse to leave without first expelling this thing.” The thing in question was currently hovering in the doorframe to the kitchen, a frying pan with two eggs, sunny side up, that kept transforming back and forth into a disembodied Toon head, whose eyes were the eggs, and the long, protruding nose was the pan’s handle. Mycroft’s Eevee, Reynard, was yipping at it, and the Natu was flapping his wings in the commission. Mycroft was a man who kept a tight schedule, and preferred order, especially in his personal space, so this recent turn of events had thrown him into a tizzy. “I’ve been trying to catch it, but the damnable thing is too evasive.” In response, the frying pan head stuck it’s tongue out at them and zipped out of sight into the kitchen. Lilu studied his outfit and suppressed the urge to keep laughing at how outlandish the whole situation was. She figured he’d consider that she was laughing at him more so than the general situation. She had, at least managed to keep most of her laughter away from where he could physically see it. Surely that had to have been polite enough. She listened as he spoke, stepping inside so she might get a bit of a better look to see just what it was she was dealing with. Once she spotted it, she was nearly convinced it was something that her uncles would have gotten up to. It wasn’t nearly as bothersome to her as it seemed to him. She didn’t move quickly to chase after it either. “Well, that’s definitely something,” she said after a moment, unable to keep the smile from forming. “It reminds me of something Uncle George would have made. Well, Uncle Fred would, too, I guess.” She was still getting to know him a bit, though. “I guess we can get started, then.” She pulled her hair back and removed her wand from the holster she’d been keeping it in around her waist. She wasn’t sure what spell to use, but she’d figure something out. No matter how hard Lilu tried to hide her amusement, Mycroft could still tell how she felt in the twinkle of her eyes, the wrinkle in her smile, the way she held her body just so. Mycroft was definitely not amused, but he appreciated that she respected his feelings by holding her laughter. “The Weasley twins, yes,” Mycroft drawled, folding his arms across his chest in an irritated manner. “Their shop is full of their novelties, and of course the books describe their antics.” Before she got the wrong impression, he quickly clarified, “I’ve never read the books that describe your world, but whenever a new one first came out, you’d hear of nothing else. The same thing with the films.” It then occurred to him that standing there in his dressing gown that he must resemble somebody from Lilu’s world, wearing one of those Wizarding robes. When she pulled out her wand, he eyeballed it, curiously - even though he’d been in Tumbleweed for many months, and been through a lot of odd circumstances, he’d never actually watched anybody cast any magic up close. He was about to ask what she had in mind, but then there was a crash from the kitchen, which sent Mycroft into a tizzy. “Bloody hell!” he exclaimed, lunging forward. Inside the kitchen, the floating cartoon face was making rude expressions at Mycroft’s pokemon. The eevee was overly excited, angrily yipping up at it, while the natu flapped its wings and hopped from one surface to another, and in the process was knocking things over, including a crystal bowl that had been on the center island counter, but was now on the floor, along with the fruit it once contained. “Don’t worry so much about whether or not the books were read or whatever. Just about everyone has. As long as you address me as Lily and not Harry Potter’s daughter, we’re fine. You can mention whatever you want.” She wasn’t overly concerned about it. “But my Uncles are pretty brilliant when it comes to these things. I’m sure more than one person has been wearing the rings they made to keep the temperatures down.” She knew she had. Lily carefully followed after Mycroft, once again, not moving as quickly as others might have. It was going to be a trying time, but she would at least attempt to figure it out. Stunning it might work. If nothing else, slowing it down to make it easier to catch. It was just a matter of actually hitting it. “Don’t worry too much if things break, I can fix everything,” she said before eyeing the thing. She cast Stupefy, but it zigged off before she could hit it. “It’s all a matter of timing, really.” Clearly, this woman lived most of her life in the shadow of her father’s fame, and was now determined to break free from that cast type, to become her own person. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have brought it up. “I could care less about your father,” he said, “Just get of this nuisance.” He realized how callous that sounded, then told her in a less biting voice, “As long as you don’t address me as ‘Myke’, then we’ll get along fine.” His eyes darted to the ring she wore - he would ask about it later. At the moment, there were more pressing matters. “It’s from Tiffany!” he gasped, and a part of his soul fractured when it hit the floor and cracked into pieces. Lilu’s words or assurance was of some condolence, especially when her magical prowess was backed up with a spell from her wand. Though, he still cringed when the blast hit the wall behind the face. The spell also had the effect of making the eevee more excited, and he started yipping louder. The commotion was a source of glee for the cartoon, who thrived on chaos, and he swooped down while snapping its enormous teeth at the pokemon. “Reyard!” Mycroft never moved so fast before, lunging forward to scoop him into his arms and out of harm’s way. “Do whatever it takes,” he told Lilu, glaring at the face, which had now flew up to the ceiling. “Just get rid of that thing!” Lilu had, in fact, been the girl forever known as ‘Harry Potter’s daughter’. She didn’t mind being Harry Potter’s daughter, but she didn’t like the fact that it was the main thing people used to distinguish who she was. She had put effort into being her own person, but she hadn’t felt like she needed to change who she was or avoid where she came from at the same time. She just asked that people call her by her name. She bristled slightly at the initial response from Mycroft. She was her mother’s daughter and that came with the temper, but she squashed it. “I wouldn’t call you Myke.” Her voice was flat as she said it. She focused her attention on the situation at hand, which was catching the breakfast toon. “You might want to get the pokemon somewhere where they aren’t stuck in the middle of this.” Because if it was just agitating everything, it wasn’t going to help in the slightest. She cast a few spells that only just missed. She’d worry about fixing everything after the fact. The first spell that missed struck the corner of the ceiling, and the Toon to take shelter of the modern chandelier hanging above the dining table. Knowing how expensive that light fixture was, Mycroft’s eyes opened wide in horror as the second spell caused the whole thing to rattle and the bulbs to burst dramatically with a shower of sparks. “For the love of God, don’t let it get back into the living room! There are antiques in there!” Mycroft cried. He wondered if Lilu was actually able to finish the job. Had he known anybody else, he might’ve called for backup help, but she had been the only one to respond to his network post in a timely manner. “I’m taking them into the bedroom,” he said, referring to his pokemon. Reynard was still in his arms, barking up a storm, but he called to the Natu, “Kiwi! Come here!” Ever since Lilu arrived, Kiwi stopped hopping around and remained perfectly still, staring at her, transfixed. The pokedex information said that when Natu do that, they are looking into the future, so there must’ve been something about Lilu he saw. As soon as he heard the call, he broke out of his meditation and followed Mycroft into his bedroom, where he closed the door. Mycroft returned shortly thereafter, looking frazzled. Lilu wanted to roll her eyes, but she forced her expression neutral-ish. She was certain that she’d be fine. She just needed to anticipate the way it was going to move and she would manage it. So she studied it while Mycroft went to take whatever pokemon he had to away. There were plenty of things to be seen in the future, but it changed depending on certain actions and situations, so it was hard to really say what was there. She didn’t know anything about future-seeing birds, though, so she wasn’t bothered by the prospect. She was sure it was only a matter of time before she’d get it. She really just needed less animals making noise and less of Mycroft’s fussing. He seemed okay, if a bit more high strung than she was used to. Uncle Percy was perhaps the closest she could match him to, but Uncle Percy hadn’t been too terrible and he was family above all else, so she forgave him any awkward conversations or fussy behaviour. “You really need to be more careful when you’re making breakfast,” she teased, refraining from laughing a little at his disheveled hair. “How could’ve I known that I wouldn’t be exempt from this insanity in my own home?” Mycroft said in his defense, although had he really thought about it, there was never any guarantees when it came to the Portal’s mischief. But he wasn’t going to admit to that, not in the heat of a battle against a cartoon frying pan. “Is there anything I can to do…” Mycroft didn’t have a chance to complete his sentence, because the Toon came rushing toward them at full speed with every intention to try and head butt at least one of them, or both if he was lucky. Lily laughed a little at that. “It’s called a joke.” She didn’t really care one way or another. “No. there’s nothing…” She put up a quick shield charm. The spell was wordless, but it was a simple enough spell for her that it didn’t matter. She took the time when it was startled to stun it and let out a small breath of relief. “Well, I would say that is at least the last of that, then. I’ll just fix all of your things, then.” She quietly moved to right his things, casting multiple reparos until it was back to the way it was before. “Hopefully you won’t be terribly late to work.” Jokes and Mycroft usually didn’t mix well, unless he was the one making them with his dry, sarcastic wit. When the toon came for them, out of reflex he dodged behind Lily and audibly gasped when the combination of shield and stun stopped it in its tracks. He then watched with newfound appreciation as she repaired all the items that the toon had broken. “Thank you,” he said, with a note of humility that he rarely displayed. “Do you think you might also be able to take it away? Perhaps back to that Toon Town?” He was anxious just at the thought of touching it, what to speak of moving it. “Work can wait a few minutes more,” he added, with a dismissive wave of his hand. “It won’t be the end of the world.” In all seriousness, he added, “If there’s anything I can do to repay you for what you’ve done…?” Lily shrugged slightly, moving to fix her hair. “Yeah. I think I can take it with me.” She didn’t need to worry about touching it, but she also wasn’t terribly concerned about it either. It was likely better to be safe than sorry, but she didn’t think that it’d rub off or make her a toon just because she touched it. She turned to look at him, eyebrow arched just slightly. Work could wait. Not quite the Uncle Percy level response, but he was still up there in her mind with her uncle. “I guess it wouldn’t be, no.” She was quiet for a moment before she cast a levitating spell on the pan. It’d be out for a bit. “I get the idea of it, but it’s fine. I don’t mind helping. If I think of anything, I’ll let you know, but I don’t think there’s anything at the moment.” There was probably enough things that she could think of if she gave herself the time, but she didn’t want to offer help and then make it an ‘expects something in return’ sort of thing. Offering things like this was easily done. If it had been a portkey, maybe she’d have thought of something else. “But for now, I’ll just take this and get out of your hair.” She motioned toward the pan hanging in the air. “See you around, though.” She reached out to take hold of the pan before apparating, only remembering once she had that she likely should have warned him about the noise. |