Sam Madley wants your opinion on peanut butter. (justsam) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-06-13 04:10:00 |
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Sam was glad to be away from people tonight. The last week or so had been horrendously overcrowded and he really did start to feel a bit claustrophobic after a while. The cool night air felt good against his skin and he breathed deep as he watched his targeted curfew pairing passed him again. He knew one of them - Mr Zeller. Sam sighed and glanced at his watch when they were out of sight. It was very early and he supposed he ought to do this soon. 3:30. In the morning. Up until now, he'd rather been enjoying the relative silence and the dark, trying not to think too much about his family that could very well be captive right now. He didn't know. And he didn't dare check. He wasn't even sure he wanted to ask someone at camp if they had any ideas. Even if they had them, what was he going to do? Right now, he had to be active and useful. He'd been perched at the top of a staircase halfway down a side alley for the past three hours, covered with a Disallusionment Charm. He hadn't moved much, only getting up to stretch twice and only right after the patrol passed so that they were was no chance of them seeing any movement out of the corner of their eyes. Now though, he moved quietly down the stairs and peered cautiously around the corner of the building, watching the retreating backs of the patrol. He slid against the wall and silently cast a disarming hex at one of them. The hitwizard was thrown forward and his wand came sailing through the air towards Sam. Both men turned and squinted, not seeing their adversary for several seconds as he was blended so well against the brick of the building. Finally though, Zeller spotted him and took several authoritative steps forward, followed by a binding charm. Something about stopping in the name of the Ministry and yes, he could be in lots of trouble for attacking an official. It all sounded a lot like things he'd said himself a few months ago. Funny that. Sam deflected it with a wave of his wand and sent a few incapacitating spells. A Leg-Locker curse hit Zeller's now wandless companion and after a brief exchange of spells, Sam hit the other with a stunning spell. With a flick, he silenced more conscious of the two and then levitated both bodies to the middle of the Alley, glancing around to make sure no one else was around as he bound the pair of them together. He was bleeding from a slashing hex, but was otherwise unharmed, minus being a bit sore from the fight over the hostages. But he had rather been expecting that, so he wasn't overly bothered. Right now, he had to be fast. "S'nothing personal, mate," he whispered with a quick smile as he cast a few more hexes. Fur. Extra long teeth. Boils. They were just lucky he wasn't very mean. The idea was to incapacitate, after all, not kill. Carefully, Sam put both wands several feet out reach, ruffled the hair of one of his leg-locked new friend (who was giving him rather indignant looks, now that his front teeth were about level with his navel), and disapparated with a pop. Mission accomplished. |