Rufus MacFusty doesnt like aliens reading his mind (eco_friendly) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-10-12 21:35:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - october, fenrir greyback, juliet rivers, rufus macfusty |
Characters: Rufus MacFusty, Juliet Rivers & Wolfy!Fenrir
Setting: Rufus and Jules' home, Wednesday night
Summary: Rufus, unfortunately, has to learn a lesson about not being so dang nosy and pestering questionable werewolves.
Rating: PG? Attack but a quick one.
“Alright,” Rufus groaned, laying down his cards and pushing himself up off the comfy floor of the living room. “I’ll get it,” he ruffled Jules hair as he clambered to his feet and stepped unsteadily around the empty bottles they had around them. What had started as a evening of unfortunate boredom had turned out fairly entertaining, with a few hands of poker and several pints of scrumpy. They’d ran out of drinks in the house and had played a hand to see who would get off the comfortable floor and run out to the barn to fetch another case. Rufus had never been a very good bluffer.
“Oh, you should find the other deck, we can play Cripple Mr. Onion, I’m better at that one,” Rufus called, quickly giving up his search for shoes after a cursory look and slipped out into the garden. The night was crisp and cool and he smiled at the autumnal smell in the air as he tugged the sleeves of his jumper down and headed for the barn on the other side of his garden. He listened to the breeze rustle to the leaves and hummed softly, taking a moment to realise when the soft rustle became louder.
It took a moment but when it caught it he couldn’t not hear it and, instead of going in the barn, peered around the edge into the dark wood. “Hello?” he called, sure he’d seen something move in the underbrush and turned to look after it, hoping some critter wasn’t injured, when the noise turned to a growl. He barely took a step back when a large blur of matted grey fur leapt out and tackled him to the ground as he yelled out. He would have recognised it as a werewolf, with the shape of the snout and the tufted tail, if he hadn’t been more distracted by the sharp pain in his chest and limbs as claws and teeth sunk into him, cutting off his scream.
At the sound of the scream, Jules was on her feet before she even registered that she was moving. “Ruf?” she called, moving out into the backyard, her wand raised, its tip lit. There were dark shapes by the barn and she hurried towards them, her mind rejecting the tableau in front of her. “Rufus!” she yelped, her voice coming out a high, thin shriek as she dropped her wand and instinctively shot a hex at the larger shape, causing the animal to yelp as it toppled off him.
Without thinking, she darted forward and wrapped her arms around Rufus tightly, disapparating them to Mungo’s. The bright light of the hospital stung her eyes and she slipped to her knees, unable to hold him up any longer. “Help!” she yelled to the nurses, who were getting to their feet across the room. “Please!”