Elsie Prod (puredeadbrill) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-03-01 00:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1980-02] february, ! npc, elsie prod (née belby) |
Who: Elsie Prod and NPC!Demetrius Prod
When: 28 February, 1980, about 8-9pm or so.
Where: The Prod Kitchen, Glasgow
What: A row.
Rating: R
Status: Complete.
Elsie Prod was more than happy to be back in her own kitchen. She had been at the Order safehouse since the previous Friday and things felt right again now that she was back in her own home and her own kitchen. She and Damocles had come back earlier that day, a bandage wrapped around her wand-wrist where the werewolf bites were, still soaking in ointment that would eventually heal the bite wound, though not without scars. Her shoulder, too, was bandaged up with ointment underneath, but her bulky sweater covered it up and she was thankful it was still winter. Demetrius, of course, had started yelling the moment she came in the door, about how she should have contact him before disappearing for a week, about how he had been worried sick, &tc &tc, which would have been somewhat touching if it weren't for Damocles turning on Dem, telling him that he should be one to talk after turning his wife into a yak and leaving her in Diagon Alley. Elsie, at that point, had went into the kitchen and started supper while the two had it out a bit and Damocles explained that Elsie had been helping him with a potion and things had gone a bit wrong, so she had stayed with him until she recuperated. She knew the whole "top secret potion" thing was a bit of a stretch, but she didn't want to worry about it for a while. If things got too bad, she would think about obliviating him. Dinner was sufficiently awkward (and simple, just chicken breaded and baked with lemon juice), and Damocles left right afterward. Elsie excused herself, barely saying a word to her husband, to do the washing up. At least in the kitchen she could have some time to think. However, Elsie didn't have much time alone in the kitchen to stew in her thoughts. Under normal circumstances if Demetrius Prod was mad, the whole world would be hearing about it. But while the man had a temper that could put angry wild bulls to shame and would scare away professional duelers, Demetrius had met his match in his wife Elsie. She was stubborn, and she was pigheaded, and she was shrewish, but he was her stubborn pigheaded shrew, and when she'd gone missing without word, he'd been worried. Yes, he might've been the man who'd turned his wife into a yak and left her to wander the streets of Diagon Alley alone, but at least then he'd known where she was! Once her brother had gone home (thankfully, as this was not a discussion they needed to have in front of him, especially when the twerp hadn't even the decency to owl and let him know where his wife was), Demetrius followed his wife into the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe for a few moments as he tried to think of something to say. Annoyingly, he was forgetting all the arguments he'd rehearsed in his head over their extremely silent dinner. Instead, Demetrius chose to remain silent, moving to stand behind her, arms crossed and waiting for Elsie to speak up. She was the one who'd gone missing for a week without word. She owed him an apology. Perhaps he'd be able to coax it out of her a bit easier with a shoulder rub as Elsie smashed around the pots and pans in the sink.... "OOOOWWWWWWWWWWwwwwWwwwwwwwwww!!" Elsie yelled, writhing to get out of his grasp. She sank down onto the ground into a ball, moaning, and tears began to leak out of her eyes. "Owwww, fuck fuck ow that fuck FUCK it HURTS." Demetrius pulled his arms back almost immediately, staring at Elsie as though she'd just sprouted a third nostril. "What's the matter with you?" he demanded, looking down at his wife in confusion, not sure how a slight potions accident that had spent a week healing could've prompted a cry like that. "Nothing," she said automatically, reaching to the counter to pull herself up. "It's just... that's where the potion exploded." She set the rag she had been washing with in the sink and turned so she was now facing him. "You just touched where it's sore." Her lie was unconvincing, as the tears still ran down her cheeks from the burning pain that was her left shoulder. "On your shoulder?" Demetrius looked at her, eyebrow raised. Granted, it was possible considering some of the odd stuff that her brother got up to at the apothecary, but that would've had to be one very specific potion explosion to only hit her shoulder and wrist. Unless, of course, she was injured in places he couldn't see. Demetrius's expression softened a little as he moved closer to his wife. "Are you all right? Let me look at it." Without waiting for her permission (not that he needed it; she was his wife), Demetrius lifted Elsie's shirt up and peeked under the bandage to see what sort of damage her brother's damn potion had done. "...Elsie, potions don't leave injuries like that." A sick feeling of dread came over her as he pushed the shirt up over her shoulder and moved the bandage. She had been hoping to keep it bandaged up enough until it began to scar over (as she had been told would certainly happen by the Sophie) and since it had been chewed on enough that the scar would look like a thick vegetable stew on her back, she thought that a weird potion scar would be feasible. "Well, this one sure did," she snapped, suddenly very cross, slapping his hands to push them away. "This one was different. I'd tell you more if I could... and if I thought you'd understand it." "Well, I'm not talking about that one," Demetrius glared back, feeling his face begin to grow hot. "What's to understand? You're off getting mauled by someone with a creepy biting fetish with your freak little brother for a week, and then you have the audacity to let your job know you're not coming in but couldn't be arsed to tell me? Don't even think I haven't noticed the way you two'll stop talking when I come into the room, looking at each other all suspicious-like. What the hell have you two been up to?" "WHAT?" She yelped. "That's sick, Demetrius, just SICK." What the hell was he thinking? Biting fetish with her brother? She jerked backward, away from him and - crash. A dish fell off the counter, breaking into pieces. "Oh just great," she said, shooting a glare at him. "Now look at what you've done." Yes, because he was the one who should be getting accused of things here. "You're the one who walked into the damn thing!" he yelled back, pointing his wand at the floor to Scourgify away the shards of glass. All they needed was for Elsie to start stomping around and cutting herself up worse than she already was; Demetrius didn't need her bleeding all over the kitchen just because she'd gotten herself into a huff. "Don't think I don't catch your fishy behaviour: disappearing without a word, excuses with holes all over the place, not answering my questions, SETTING MY ID CARD ON FIRE? You're up to something; both of you are." Elsie was filled with a chilling dread at her husband's words. She didn't know what to do - or say - at his accusations. She didn't know what he would do upon finding out about her vigilante activities; he certainly didn't condone killing, but she more than knew that he believed the Ministry's lies. "You're DELIRIOUS," she shouted, doing the only thing she could think to do - deny. Demetrius practically laughed in her face at the thought. "Oh right. That's exactly it, I'm just making up the fact that you're in here yelling like a banshee, covered all up in scars and burn marks and-" he stopped short, eyes going wide as the truth of the situation dawned on him. "That fire down in Hogsmeade. The one that the terrorists were responsible for. Damocles's Apothecary's right there... and Lestrange's got those dogs in there, that explains the bite marks..." he realised, stepping back and raising his wand toward her. Maybe those had been dog bites... "You're one of those terrorists. Both you damn numpties are. It's not foreign terrorists that blew that library up, it's you two." "What!?" she exclaimed, genuinely surprised. The Library - that hadn't been them. "No!" she shouted, glaring at him. He was angry too, she could tell, and she reached behind her to the counter to pick up her wand, holding it up in defense. She wanted to tell him that she was home with him that night until she realised that she had left to comfort Tibby. After the bombs went off, but that was still suspicious. If he noticed. "I didnae do that! God it's JUST like you, always coming to the wrong conclusions. I was with you that night!" "Actually, if memory serves me correctly, no you weren't. Where were you, Els, at 12:49 on February 19th, eh? Because I woke up, and you weren't there. And after I was done in the bathroom and getting a snack you still weren't there so don't tell me you were with me that night." Yes, he'd been snoring away in bed at the time that the bombs had actually been reported to have gone off, but there went her alibi, didn't it? "I guess we'll just have to see what the DMLE thinks of your story, because they're going to catch you two for this, they will, and I am NOT getting pulled into this with you." With that, Demetrius quickly aimed his wand towards Elsie's feet, casting a sticking charm so that her shoes would be cemented in place so that he could write a very important owl. "Oh DON'T YOU DARE, DEMETRIUS PROD," she yelled, not about to let him get away with that. She shot a spell straight back at him, making his feet suddenly grow to five times their normal size, making it impossible for him to walk anywhere. "I'm your WIFE you carnaptious old devil an' you're just gonna turn me IN like that? An' for something I didn't even DO? I was WITH A FRIEND - her MUM died and I told you 'bout that even. I didnae explode a ruddy LIBRARY - though I sure don't blame those who did!" "EXACTLY, ELSIE! THAT'S EXACTLY THE KIND OF TALKING THAT'S GOING TO GET YOU KILLED. WILL YOU LISTEN FOR ONCE IN YOUR BLOODY LIFE?" he demanded, almost immediately following with a spell that made Elsie's ears grow three times in size. "You're my WIFE and you're working with them nasty sorts who tried OVERTHROWING THE GOVERNMENT and you expect me to not CARE?!" Demetrius bellowed back, stomping his oversized foot in outrage, his shoe thwapping loudly against the floor tile. "HOW DO I KNOW YOU'RE NOT SECRETLY PLOTTING TO SELL ME OVER TO THEM YOURSELF WHEN YOU'RE THE GUILTY ONE? YOU ALREADY SHAT AROUND WITH MY CARD," he pointed out, stamping again and, underestimating the new size of his feet, accidentally stepped on the edge of Elsie's foot. "Maybe they'll go easier on you if you come clean on your own." "OWWWWWWww!!" she wailed, her foot smarting like no other and she couldn't do anything about it because it wouldn't move. Everything now seemed a little louder with larger ears, but she wasn't going to let him get away with that. "You GIT!" she shouted, sending a hex straight back at him, this one turning his mouth into a duck's beak, though he was (unfortunately) still able to talk. "I TRIED TO PUT A BLOODY MOUSTACHE ON THE RUDDY CARD, THAT'S ALL. And you're so BLOODY DAFT you believe EVERYTHING the ruddy papers SAY, HUH? You know these 'NASTY SORTS' you're saying tried to overthrow the government? HUH? YEAH, THEY DID. They're in there RIGHT NOW. THIS NOTT FELLOW?" she asked, mad enough that she forgot she was supposed to just be denying all of his accusations. "THIS NOTT? YEAH, HE LIKES TO EXPEL PEOPLES' ENTRAILS. LESTRANGE? HE'D KILL YOU IF YOU LOOKED AT HIM FUNNY." "THEY FOUND THEM INNOCENT, YOU BARMY HAG. THEY DECLARED THAT A MIS-TRIAL." For Merlin's sake, did she pay attention to anything going on in the government? Demetrius moved to slap himself in the forehead at his wife's ridiculous, only to accidentally bang his arm into the newly-sprouted orange bill protruding from his face. That only served to make him angrier, and in revenge Demetrius decided to serve Elsie an additional helping from dinner -- flicking his wand at the leftover beans and potatoes sitting out on the stove and sending them flying at her face. "MAYBE I'D BE MORE PRONE TO NOT THINK EVERY WORD OUTTA YOUR MOUTH WAS A LIE IF EVERY WORD OUT OF YOUR MOUTH WASN'T A LIE," he shouted, ending in a tongue-tying jinx, not wanting to listen to her excuses and lies any longer as he began to shuffle out of the room, the size of his feet making moving through the doorway extraordinarily difficult. Oh that little... "TTHBHHH BTTHHH FFFTTHHH HHHTTH THBB BHHHHTHH!!" she tried to yell after him, but with her tounge tied in a knot, nothing came out. No, he couldn't call the DMLE, they were Death Eaters and they'd probably end up killing them both, especially when they saw her werewolf bites. "TTTHhhHBHHH!" she cried, frustrated as all hell that she couldn't yell anymore. She wordlessly began to bewitch some plates and the dishes she had been washing and aimed them straight at him. "BBBFFFFTTTHTT!!" "OI WHAT THE HELL YOU LOON!" Demetrius cried (quacked?) out at her, dodging a few plates until one finally crashed against his head, shattering into pieces and leaving him temporarily dazed. Rather than cast a shield spell to to ward off the plates, Demetrius's eyes narrowed and he shouted out a spell at Elsie, making fur sprout first in small patches and quickly from head to toe all over her body (completely unaware of how ironic the choice of spell was, considering her bite marks had come from werewolves). Bastard. Git. Blethering skite! She needed to stop him - if she could perhaps just rationally explain things (something she may have never done before in her life) then she was sure they could straighten this out. Or she could at least Obliviate him "DDDTHTHHPPPBBTTTHRRRMOOO!!" she cried, furiously aiming a blasting hex straight at him. All the practising Elsie had done with the Order turning the Hogsmeade training classes had certainly paid off. At least, it had as far as her blasting curses were concerned. The spell caught him off guard, throwing Demetrius hard against the wall, smacking his head on the corner of a cabinet and sliding to the floor in a heap, landing atop smushed vegetables and shards of dinner plates. The collision was enough to jar a cast iron pot that had been hanging above him from its spot, sending that toppling as well, thwacking Demetrius atop the head before clattering to the ground. After a few seconds, all was silent. The pot eventually stopped spiraling in tiny loops, rattling against the tile. Demetrius's wand stopped rolling away nearly as soon as it fell from his hand, its journey ended upon running into his oversized shoe. The only thing in the kitchen that seemed to be moving at all was the pool of red that was slowly growing behind Demetrius's head, blossoming over the tiled floor. "DDTTTHHHTHMMM!!" Elsie screamed, yelling her husband's name in horror. "DDTHTHTTMMMMM!!!" She still couldn't move from the spot in front of the sink to go to his side, nor could she speak to try to undo this unfamiliar hex. "DDTHTHHMMMM!" |