John V. Dawlish (thelowestplace) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-09-15 14:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - september, !scene lottery, alastor moody, john dawlish |
Who: John Dawlish & Alastor Moody
What: Scene lottery. Chasing a bad guy.
Where: London! In the sky, mostly.
When: Tonight
Warnings/Rating: TBA/Maybe high-ish for violence.
The wind was sharp but not quite cold - it felt good, whipping around him and dispelling the inevitable heat and sweat that built up over the course of a hard chase. John might have called it 'brisk,' had he had time to come up with the right word. But there was something about soaring over the city on a broom at goodness knew how many miles per hour that made it hard to work through your vocabulary, something about dodging the bits of hot, glowing brick that blew off a chimney when the good-for-nothing you were chasing kept shooting off spells over his shoulder that made it hard to focus on anything else.
John didn't mind at all. He'd always rather enjoyed this part; it was so simple, and it was never the sort of thing he'd been afraid of. He was darting in as close to the man as he could, trying to draw his fire. John was good at what he did, but Moody was a legend living and a better shot, and if John could give him a clear one, he would. They needed to get this idiot down on the ground. They were already going to have to have the Obliviators out in force later. He hadn't even really been suspected of anything, before he'd run, hopped on his broom and started firing at them, but now he was for it.
And all of this over the bare suspicion of a bunch of stupid wands. It was hard to mind, though. John was in as good a mood as he had been for years. The only hard part was not grinning stupidly while zipping around and shooting off the occasional Stunner when the opportunity presented itself.