Who: Mundungus Fletcher When: Early morning (before sunrise) on Monday [BACKDATED] Where: Outside of Ed & Cally's house What: Dung is scared and waiting on news about Ed Rating: Language warning Status: Completed narrative
Mundungus sat outside the Bones’ residence on a bench, chain smoking and waiting to hear something…anything about Ed’s condition. Occasionally, he’d get up and pace a bit, or take a sip of firewhiskey from a flask he stole from some random wizard years ago.
He was scared. More scared then he’d been in his life. The previous night’s duel had left him speechless: not only the rushed bit trying to save Ed from the wolves at the end, but watching, helpless as Ed took on both Sirius Black and Bellatrix Lestrange.
Sirius Black, Merlin, Sirius Black! Dung had never seen that kind of magic before. Sirius Black used two unforgivable curses, at the same time; sending the cruciatus out of his wand, and the killing curse out of his hand. His mother-fucking hand. Just the thought of that made Dung start trembling as he pulled out his flask and took another sip of firewhiskey. Black was a lost cause; he didn’t think dark magic such as that was even possible from a wizard, much less one under the imperius curse.
He had been sitting here for most of the night, into the wee morning hours, too nervous to sleep and too scared to go home. His journal lay on the bench next to him, unopened, since Dung didn’t think he could handle reading anything from anyone tonight. The sun was starting to creep over the horizon, and the morning mist was beginning to chill him to the bone.
They were out of their league, all of them. Ed was only twenty-four, and left to run a vigilante group, made up of hot-heads. Even he himself was too young to lead them, at age thirty. And Dung could never lead people; he didn't have the stomach for it. He was actually thinking about running. Getting the hell out of England and leaving it to rot under the rule of the Death Eaters. He flicked his cigarette in a growing pile of butts on the ground, and pulled out a fresh one. For some reason, he still couldn’t bring himself to leave this spot.