Emmeline (coherence) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-06-25 01:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1980-06] june, emmeline vance |
Narrative; Emmeline
Who: Emmeline Vance
When: 24 June 1980, early evening
What: Gatecrashing and disrupting Fenrir's awards ceremony!
Rating: Meh. G
Despite her very best brainstorming skills, it was a very simple plan that Emmeline had come up with. Post-it notes, frantic scribbled lists, several attempts at a suitably convincing poster and a number of mind maps later had given her one aim. Chaos. One quick visit to the joke shop later and she had enough stink bombs and smoke bombs to clear a rather large room. Which, to be honest, was entirely her intention. There was nothing like the old school methods to effectively gatecrash a room full of Death Eaters and werewolves. She just had to be careful not to get herself caught. It was a heavily disguised Emmeline that crept into the back of the room where the awards were being held. She was careful to be slightly late, so she would have to stand at the back while all heads were facing away from her. Her hair was charmed shoulder length, a strawberry blonde. Her eyes were a different shape, as was her nose, with some added freckles. She had always wondered what she would look with freckles. Seeing the werewolf stood on stage, a speech being made about his excellence, Emmeline wanted to vomit. As surreptitiously as possible, she began her preparations. With her wand hidden under the large cloak she had worn especially, she muttered charms over the bombs filling her pockets, making them invisible. To drop them now, or to wait a bit? No, she couldn't be bothered to figure out which was tactically more advantageous, she just wanted to wipe that smug expression off Greyback's face as soon as possible. Another muttered charm and the bombs were levitated carefully into the air, flicks of the wand spreading them over the spectators and the platform at the front. Emmeline was careful to keep her wand concealed, and her body still, so as not to draw attention to herself. It was a matter of seconds before everything was ready, the bombs hovering silently above the crowd. And then they dropped. Smoke filled the room, along with a disgusting stench that made even Emmeline gag. More than one woman screamed, and Emmeline chuckled to see the dismayed expressions of those on stage before her vision was engulfed by the smoke. It was time to make her getaway. There was a security guard on the door, but a smart right hook dealt quickly with him. She'd been practising those. Escaping from the scene as quickly as possible, confident she wouldn't be recognised with her new hairstyle, Emmeline made her way to the nearest apparition point, and disappeared with a pop. |