remus lupin is finally at peace. (moonstricken) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-04-01 01:41:00 |
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Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream (Remus Lupin) After the four of them had finished setting up the pranks in The Cauldron Shoppe, Madam Primpernelle's, and at the Foundation Centre (that one had been tricky), they had split up to carry out the last four tasks, and this was how Remus Lupin found himself, breaking carefully into Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream shop with a jar of vaseline, a pair of gloves, and a towel. He held his breath as he slowly pushed open the door to the shop, slipping inside quietly and trying to make as little noise as possible. He glanced at the windows at the front of the shop, hoping the patrol wouldn't walk by and see him inside. Quickly, he made his way into the back, pushing open the door to the women's restroom first. Remus pulled on the gloves, opening the jar, before pushing open the first stall. He was glad that the toilets had likely not been used since they were cleaned after the shop closed, but he sure wasn't about to take any chances. Casting Scourgify on the seat, he then took the towel in his gloved hand and scooped out a dollop of vasaline, rubbing it over the surface of the toilet seat. He repeated this process over the next few seats, but on the final one, he put the jar aside and pulled out his wand again. He hadn't used a spell like this in to long he'd nearly forgotten how, but as he started to work, the proper incantation and wand work came back to him. He touched his hand to the seat to test that the spell had worked, jerking back just in time before his hand was bitten. Perfect. Once he was finished in the women's bathroom, he moved on over to the men's room, bypassing the urinals (because really, there were some lines that no one should cross) and moving on to the toilet stalls like he had in the women's room. Once again he smeared vaseline on several of the toilet seats after cleaning them with a spell and keeping on his gloves. He then charmed two of the toilets to bite once sat on, and once he was finished, Remus stored the vaseline jar away and discarded of the gloves. Remus pulled out the two-way mirror he'd had in his cloak to inform the rest of the guys that he'd finished his task safely, then placed it back in the pocket inside his cloak again before going back to the front of the shop. He looked out the windows to check for any of the patrol watch and, upon seeing the empty road, snuck back out of the shop and behind it, apparating away. Magical Menagerie (James Potter) James had been adamant, absolutely adamant that Quality Quidditch go unscathed. He wasn't crazy about Mr. Jackson's reasons but his motives were pure. He was afraid for his family if he went against the Purists and who the fuck wouldn't be? Still, that didn't mean that some of the other Puristy shops shouldn't get a good pranking. James had picked Magical Menagerie since it was one of several shops on the Alley he'd been banned from as a child. He'd been about eight or nine and thought it'd be a lark to let a few cats out of their cages and the owner got his knickers in a real twist. Yelled at James till he nearly cried and then Mrs. Potter had taken him home without the ice cream he'd been promised. The old bloke didn't like a few kitties out of the cage, James thought it'd do him good to have all the kitties out of their cages. The cats and everything else that wasn't likely to eat each other. He had the cloak so getting to the store undetected was easy. Breaking the lock on the door wasn't much of a challenge either and within five minutes he was in and taking in the store. It seemed a little weak to let the animals out but do nothing else so before he got to work on the cages he began charming animal after animal a bright Gryffindor red and a very spiffy gold. When he was satisfied with his artistry he began to pop the locks on the cages one by one. The cats and other four-legged animals were first (he left the rats alone out of respect for Pete) and then he decided to go ahead and let the birds loose too since there were plenty of places high up for them to perch. The whole place looked quite festive and it was loud as fuck. Birds were screeching, cats were hissing and everything else was shrieking as loud as they could. It was fucking stellar. As an afterthought James swished his wand toward the ceiling and the words Compliments of MWPP appeared in bold red and gold writing. It only took him a minute to get out, locking the door behind him and making sure that no animals escaped. He looked both ways as he wrapped the cloak around himself and then made his way back down the street. Borgin & Burkes (Sirius Black) "It had to be Knockturn," Sirius muttered under his breath to no one in particular. Alright, it wasn't the end of the world, but there was something about that place that always made him want to give himself a good scrubbing down after entering. A lot like a lot of people he knew. Luckily, the snort wasn't loud. He didn't want to get caught sneaking in. That would ruin the surprise. Feeling a renewed enthusiasm, he checked the map for the all clear. There were people around, even this time of night. Sign of the times. Sign of fucking paranoid times, more like it. Still, even in these times of great darkness, it was nice to shine little lights of hope. After all, wasn't that what he was there to do tonight? Or this morning, whichever worked. He slipped into Borgin & Burkes, lock breaking being early on the Marauder syllabus and took stock of what he saw as a damn filthy hellhole. So much for purist finery in places like this. Looking around, he tapped his wand on his arm in a comical fashion. "Hmm, I was considering pink, but lavender is much more this year," He said, never minding the fact he didn't technically have an audience. It was more fun to act as if he did, spraying the bright colour around the dismal store. That should lighten things up a bit! He snorted at his own joke again. Even in dismall circumstances, I'm hilarious. Charms had never been quite this much fun. Or perhaps they had and he was just struggling to remember. Clearly, he had gotten carried away (thinking of what Dedalus would think of this stylish new look) because he had barely noticed the other dot on the map. Still, it could have been much worse. It was only the owner. It could have been a lot worse. Still, it was best to stun first and ask questions later.The second the door creeped open, he sent a silent stunning spell the guys way and was extremely happy when it worked. Silent magic wasn't always his best option so it was always great when it worked! He didn't know what had brought the old man down here, so he might have triggered an alarm. Damn. He needed to pay more attention to those things. It was good to see the map functioning though. They had really done the right thing using Remus' penmanship. Even he could read it. Sirius moved to leave, not wanting to stick around but he couldn't help but send one last spell - turning everything the man was wearing purple and giving his hair a charming chade of indigo, just as one last little Up Yours to the society. They knew who it was, now, anyway. It didn't matter. He scarpered outside as quickly and quietly as he could, eyes still on the map but looking up periodically for signs of trouble. Hopefully, the lads had as much fun (and hadn't gotten their arses caught) as he had. He gave the map one last look and apparated without another thought. Twilfit & Tattings (Peter Pettigrew) Peter had wretched twice already. Carrying around a bunch of rotten fish wasn't exactly in idea of a joyous task, but the thoughts that came of the posh and snooty clients stepping into the store only to smell the noxious odor that these things were putting off brought a smile to his face, enough to get him to press on in his task. Getting into the store was ridiculously easy. You would think they would protect against the simpler charms, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Slipping into the store, Peter glanced left and right to make sure that there weren't any obvious traps laid out for intruders before closing the door back behind him and heaving the bag off his shoulder, gagging again on the stench wafting out of the bag. Peter raised his wand, casting a bubblehead charm and exhaling in relief as the smell vanished in the void of fresh air that was now wrapped around his head. Pulling the rotten and quickly turning to liquid fish out of the bag, Peter had to turn his head and close his eyes. Even if the smell was gone, they still looked horrid and vomiting into a bubblehead charm was not a good idea. Making his way to the clothing racks, head turned, eyes working out of his side vision as he dropped each of the larger fish right down in between all of the clothes. Digging back into the bag, pulling out various sardines, anchovies, and other tiny stinky fish, Peter went through each of the garments, picking out the ones that looked the most posh and expensive and emptying a couple fish into each pocket of the garments. That smell would never come out now. They'd be lucky if they didn't get a fist full of gook when trying them on. With all of this, this itching powder was probably overkill, but he had to make sure that the garments that might not be affected by the fishy smell (though, how one wouldn't, he had no idea) were just as distressing. Liberally spreading the powder down the back of some of the fancy furs and onto a few of the more elegant dresses, hesitating when he got to the maternity wear section before turning away and focusing on the other areas. Even with as many of the purist girls that were knocked-up, he couldn't bring himself to be that cruel. Instead, it would just be their mothers that would suffer. Hearing something, Peter's head whipped around to the door, blinking momentarily at it before popping into a rat, the bubblehead charm disappearing and his senses being assaulted by the stench as the patrol passed by the shop. After a beat, when he was able to tell that it was all clear, Peter popped back into himself, wrestling with the clothing rack that he'd ended up dashing under, untangling himself from it and collecting his items. That was a close call. And he'd better leg it before they decided to come back. |