Seonag eats babies. (beautifulhag) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-04-10 03:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1980-04] april, peggy o'nell, seonag milligan |
Who: Peggy and Seonag
When: 9 April 1980
What: Hag bonding - they discuss food, vampires, and werewolf "rehabilitation," most of which while sitting around a very special Dictaquill.
Where: The Dark Army camp
Status: In Progress.
The people who lived in the rural areas around the Dark Army camps had learned to lock their doors, for the most part. This was unfortunate, Seonag thought, because it meant capturing and killing them that much more difficult. Irritatingly difficult. And fewer and fewer people seemed to be having children. Maybe that was just because she and her other hags had been picking them off one by one. Not everyone was ever-vigilant, though. Not Muggles. Oh, yes, they didn't like her appearance, Muggles, and they tended to avoid her, though in her experience, they all seemed to think of her as little more than a little old lady who had aged very, very badly. It had been with some surprise that, wandering about in a Muggle town nearby, she had come across a small car with two small children locked inside. Their mother, it seemed, had run in to complete an errand and carelessly thought that they would be safe there. With a crooked smile, she had used her rough hag magic (it had taken a few tries) to open the lock on the door and climb inside. It had been a very long time since Seonag had been in a car, so long that she couldn't remember the occurrence. No matter. She wouldn't be in there long, anyway. She had grabbed the two children -- a boy in footie pyjamas of about six months and a girl who seemed to be about two, and stuffed them inside of the large burlap bag she was carrying. They wailed with terror, but a Stunning spell took care of that. After checking to be sure they were still breathing, she left the car, relocked its door, and headed off towards the camp. She arrived there feeling somewhat tired, but found Peggy as soon as she could. "I brought you a surprise," she told the other hag, grinning so that her sharp teeth were revealed. Peggy O'Nell had just returned back to the Dark Army camp from her other home - her real home - in Clitheroe. She knew it was important to be with the others in the camp in case they were needed by Fenrir, but it didn't mean she had to like it. After a long day at work, trading illegal wares and dealing with shady customers who, much like herself, wanted to rip the other person off, she really just wanted to make herself a large pot of blood-tea and sit in her rocking chair and perhaps knit a new pair of socks but she knew she should be at the camp. Camp was not the most comfortable place for Peggy. Unlike werewolves, who liked to roam together in packs, most hags did better on their own. They were social, like humans, since they weren't too far off, but most hags Peggy had ever met (which, given her age was a fair number) all lived alone. Hag Code was unspoken, but it existed, and could generally be boiled down to one thing: when it came down to it, seniority ruled. That wasn't to say that there were any formal rules or sets of proper behavoiur for hags - not at all. So when Seonag came into Peggy's tent, Peggy greeted her warmly and moved aside, allowing Seonag room to sit. Seonag had never been much of a leader in her life as a human, and thus she did not particularly mind falling in line behind Peggy. Her lack of spelling ability grated on Seonag's nerves, occasionally, but then, Seonag had never been the brightest in her school, either, so she couldn't blame her. What's more, Peggy knew what she was doing. She knew very, very well, and Seonag had to admire that. She plopped down next to Peggy, her prematurely-creaking bones aching. "You think they'd learn to keep their lads and lassies better locked up," Seonag commented as she set the burlap sack on the floor and opened it up. Carefully, she withdrew the two children, who looked peaceful, as if they were sleeping. It wouldn't do to hurt them before they could be eaten, that always made them taste a little bitter. "Found these in the town nearby," she told Peggy. "You can take your pick of which you want." Peggy's face lit up - she had been doing well at Body Parts Ltd recently, but she hadn't had the luck to be able to find children, especially living and breathing children. "I wants the boy," she told Seonag, claiming the younger child for herself. Both the children were young enough to be delicious, and Seonag would get the larger and meatier of the children, but Peggy cared more about the taste than the quantity, and all hags agreed - the younger they were, the more delicious. "We shouldn't eats them here though," Peggy croaked, glancing around herself suspiciously. "Because then others might come and want some." Seonag was hardly going to complain about being given the girl -- she was young enough that she would still be tasty. Looking at the children's sleeping features, she felt a pang of what was almost guilt, thinking of their mother, having two children so close together (and stupidly leaving them unattended when there was a camp full of Dark creatures nearby), and threw the burlap sack over their faces while they remained unconscious. She wasn't entirely sure that anyone else would be terribly interested in the children, though her eyes narrowed with suspicion as well. "I heard one of the vampires say that they prefer the blood of children. It's better if they don't find out. They can go out and get their own." It usually took a lot of work to find children, and Seonag wasn't feeling particularly inclined to sharing. "Manky buggers, vampires," she added, with vehemence. "They don't appreciate the flesh like we do, you hear?" Peggy scowled at the thought of the vampires and all the waste they would leave after feeding. It seemed that the two species would be a good pair, the vampires drinking the blood and the hags able to eat the bodies afterward, but it rarely seemed to work out that way. Some weren't cooperative and other times it was just circumstance. Peggy was an old lady (even in human years) and liked to go to bed early, while the vampires were creatures of the night. It was easier to get a raw liver from the Leaky Cauldron or the Hog's Head. "An' they've got real creepy eyes." Seonag nodded in agreement. On top of the vampires' ways of the night and lack of understanding that the hags might want the leftovers from their kills, they rarely bothered with children, anyway. And though a liver might be nice, usually they just left them lying there. "I don't like the way they go about things, vampires. Werewolves neither. They're so messy." Seonag said messy with a great deal of disgust, as if hags weren't messy as well. But that was different. If you were going to eat a raw liver, some mess had to be involved. The werewolves liked the mess. It was disgusting. "They're all getting reformed, now, though, so maybe they'll change their ways." Peggy almost scolded Seonag about saying things about werewolves in the middle of the camp - they had pledged their allegiance, after all - but at the mention of Tabby and Fenrir's 'redemption' she forgot all about it. "Oh there's a laugh if I ever heard one." She reached under her pillow and pulled out her journal, flipping it open to Fenrir's latest entry about his 'recovery.' The page was marked with her Dictaquill, the one some nice stranger sent to her by post after she people had made fun of her for her spelling, and she tossed it onto the floor next to her and began to read out of Fenrir's journal. "I really want to make up for all the pain and death I've caused. I don't know if I ever can but I want to make a good stab at it." She slammed the journal shut and let out a cackle. "A real good stab!" A noise that could only be called a cackle escaped from Seonag's mouth, and she threw her head back and laughed in a manner that would have made the Wicked Witch of the West jealous. She wasn't close to Fenrir, but she knew him well enough that he was probably getting his jollies off with double-entendres like that. "Fenrir doesn't need to stab, he can pull people apart with his hands," she said, with admiration. "Wizards must be stupider than they look, if they believe all this, though I guess they do a doss-like job of it." There was a half-second's contemplation. "Hope they don't start on us next. We don't clean up as good as Tabitha does." "Speak for yerself," Peggy snapped playfully at the other hag, letting out another loud cackle. "An' they sure are real thick if they leave wee children out where hungry folk like us can get at them." She glanced over at the children, still stunned with a sack over their faces. She was getting a bit hungry. "Let's get out of here before they wake up," she instructed the other hag. "We can take them to my house in Clitheroe - no one will bother us there." Seonag's ears perked for the sound of anyone listening in on their conversation. If the vampires and werewolves wanted supper, they'd have to find it themselves. But no one seemed to be listening in -- most of the Dark Army knew to leave hags be. They didn't like to be bothered much, and it was better, really, to avoid contact with them unless one was approached or had something particularly important. "Yes, better if no one can barge in on us and want to share." Seonag didn't like sharing. She was happy (well, as happy as a hag got) to do so with Peggy, because she was like her, and significantly her senior, but in general, sharing was not a part of her modus operandi. With surprising tenderness, she lifted the Stunned children and returned them to the burlap sack. She had been to Peggy's house in Clitheroe and didn't mind the idea of going again. It was better than going down to Knockturn and the Hag's Hovel, at least. "I'll meet you there," she said, slinging the bag over her shoulder. It was still strange to her that she could just pop from one place to another, but she raised a hand and, with a deafening crack, she was gone. |