meaghan mccormack is a wrecking ball of love. (secretheart) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-02-28 00:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1980-02] february, meaghan dearborn (née mccormack), severus snape |
RPG Log; Meaghan McCormack & Severus Snape
Who: Meaghan McCormack & Severus Snape
When: 28 February 1980; Evening, Just after Sunset
Where: Angus's Home
What: Severus & Meaghan fake her death.
Rating: Moderately high
Status: COMPLETE.
Meaghan had decided to die, and there was no going back now. As soon as the sun set she said goodbye to Kirley and Caradoc, knowing they would be at Caradoc's old apartment, waiting for her, when she was done. She set out alone for Edinburgh, though not really alone--she carried her child inside her, that teeming mass of cells that she had only seen as an indistinct blur on a black-and-white photo, that child that had compelled her to survive at all costs, to give up everything about her life to become someone she didn't know: Anna Duke. She stepped outside the cottage and Disapparated, appearing in the alleyway near Angus' house, which was a secluded little thing on the end of the high street. Taking a deep breath to collect herself, she stepped out into the dim light of the street and walked slowly toward the house, wand out and at the ready--even though she trusted Severus, there was no reason to let her guard down just yet. A simple unlocking spell opened the door and she was inside, muttering a quick lumos to illuminate the front foyer and see if she was alone. As soon as the wards activated, Severus picked up his wand from the desk in front of him and Apparated to the house where Meaghan's manager had lived. His hand on his wand, he glanced up at the house in front of him. There was always the smallest chance that someone else would be alerted when the wards went off - although so far as he knew nobody had added any wards to the house besides him - still they would not want to linger. The door was unlocked, which meant whomever it was, and Severus was not going to assume it was McCormack until he saw her, had already gone inside. He could see her in the front foyer, illuminated by the light from her wand and his own hand tightened on his, although he knew that she wasn't a threat. "Meaghan," he said softly, to let her know that he was there, and his eyes still on her, he closed the front door behind him to shade them from potentially watchful eyes. "We should do this as quickly as possible so as to not risk someone else showing up and making this more complicated." She started at the sound of her name, all of her defensive instincts on high alert in the darkened house. She turned instantly, her wand out to illuminate the face of the intruder. At his next words, reassured that it wasn't an imposter, she nodded shortly and lowered her wand a bit, pushing a hand through her hair. "I assume you don't want any permanent damage? Otherwise, I could give you a rather fetching scar that will make your fiancée swoon." Ever the clown, she couldn't help but joke even in this tense and horrible situation. Stepping back, she collected herself and looked around, pressing her free hand against the cold wood of the walls. She had spent a lot of her childhood in this house, and now it was one of the many things she was going to have to do away with in order to save her family. She hoped that leaving, that finally being safe, would shake some of this ruthlessness out of her. She wanted to be sentimental again, to do away with expedience. She dropped her hand and looked back toward him, her face determined and ready. At her words Severus couldn't help a smirk. The situation might be quite serious, but he appreciated the attempt at lightening it a bit. "Look at the scar Meaghan McCormack gave me was not really a pick-up line I had considered," he said wryly. "Let's stick with something less permanent; I think I'll no doubt have time enough for scars later on." "Although I think we should take care of the house first," he spoke almost as if he were thinking aloud. "The fire will cover most of the damage, but in case it is put out before it can burn completely it ought to look as though there has been a struggle." "Get behind me and we'll give it a scar or two." He turned to face her; his own wand raised to the wall behind her. "Let's get to that. And then we'll get the bodies afterwards." It almost amused her that he was seeking to protect her now, by having her get behind him for the cursing. She was older than he was but he had undoubtedly seen a lot more horror--or caused a lot more horror, but that was beside the point. Stepping behind him, she raised her wand. "Diffendio!" She cast, aiming for the centre of the wall. Severus supposed he shouldn't have been startled when she immediately cast a hex at the wall. After all, she was a Quidditch player and was not a Pampered Princess. If she were in the order likely she'd seen her share of destruction over the past year. Be countered by raising his own wand to send a series of hexes and curses he would have been likely to use in a fight towards the walls surrounding them, being careful to make certain they were spread believably. "All right," he said as he looked at them. "I think pull the bodies in, probably place them next to something that will burn easily - that way we ensure the believability of them being burned without risking too much - again, that someone may put the fire out." He turned to look at her. "If you want I can go get them," he added. "You don't necessarily have to do this." She nodded, surveying the damage with an approving eye. Having seen a house or nine torn apart by cross-hexes, this seemed as realistic as they could make it. "Do you--I mean, I don't want to leave all the dirty work to you. Not that I particularly relish it, but you don't deserve to handle the worst of it alone." Severus shook his head. "I've seen worse," he stated matter of factly. "And a good levicorpus will do it at any rate," and he was already on his way through the house to the back door. He wanted to get this done and the fire started as soon as possible so that they could get it burning in case anyone else showed up. He'd rehearsed the sequence of events in his mind a dozen times so if he had to answer questions he could do so. He didn't wait to see if she had followed him, before pushing the back door open. True to his word, Aberforth had deposited two, already burned bodies at the door step. A year ago, Severus would have been sick to his stomach at the sight, and although he still did not like it, he knew what had to be done. He waved his wand at the larger of the two bodies, a silent Levicorpus lifting it and floating it eerily through the door, and he moved it back into the living area from which they had come. Without any ceremony he dumped the body near the sofa. The fabric on the sofa ought to catch fire and spread to the drapes near the window, putting the entire room into flames within a matter of moments. The only thing now would be to bring in the smaller of the two bodies and for her to hex him with whatever she was going to do. She followed him silently, watching as far as the bigger corpse but turning away when he began to bring in the smaller one. She couldn't bear to think that that body might have been someone else's Kirley. She couldn't bear to think that other people were suffering where she would escape pain. She walked back out into the front hallway and stared at the closed front door, as if waiting for an attack. She would leave him to his task and wait for him to join her--she didn't have the stomach for this grisly work, not any more. The young figure was more difficult. It seemed as if it had been another lifetime ago that he had been horrified by Aquila's killing of McKinnon's three-year-old niece. Horrified even that they were expected to do that. It seemed ages ago, before he had realised that nothing was sacred and nothing was safe. And even knowing that it was sometimes easy to get lulled into complacency. He let the smaller body down a little more gently, although he knew intellectually that it did not matter - this child - whomever it had been, no longer felt any pain. That done, he returned to the hallway and watched her for a mere second before regaining his focus. "You should hex me," he said quietly. "Then I'll start the fire and I think we'll be done." She turned to him slowly, as if in a trance, then seemed to come back to herself when she met his eyes. Readying her wand, she snorted derisively at her own reticence. "It pains me to hurt you, even if it's necessary, Severus. You are a good man." With a slash of her wand she drew a cut across his cheek, one that was shallow and would bleed like a stuck pig but would heal with the proper care, and not scar. Another flick singed his clothes without burning his skin, completing the picture of an escape from a fire. "There." Severus winced slightly at the cut, but he knew it would heal, but probably not before Sunday when he would need to attend Marius & Astra's wedding - there was something almost satisfying about that almost - a proof that the scuffle happened. He reached his hand up and touched it, feeling the warm stickiness of his blood. He nodded to her; he wasn't convinced he was a good man always, but he also wasn't going to argue the point with her. "Then you go," he said. "Get your brother and get out of the country, and keep yourself safe, otherwise we'll have gone to all this trouble for naught." He gave her a serious look, and then the corner of his mouth turned up slightly. "I have a feeling the Order is going to miss you, McCormack." Once she was clear he would fire an incendio off at the sofa setting the fabric on fire and then let the entire place burn - hopefully to the ground. There'd be no evidence to anything of the contrary, and the public version of events, if so needed, would be a tragic accident with too much alcohol and lit candles. Then he would let the Death Eaters know she was dead, and with any luck, so far as the Dark Lord was concerned, she would be. |