Walden Ian Macnair (bringerofdeath) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-12-15 21:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - december, frank longbottom, walden macnair |
Who: Walden Macnair and Frank Longbottom
When: Evening of December 15th
Where: Street in Diagon Alley
What: Random encounter and Walden is feeling snarky
Status/Rating: Closed/PGish for language.
Walden frowned slightly as he stepped out into the rain and opened his umbrella. Honestly, he rather detested the thing but he could not deny himself the opportunity to hit some innocent people accidentally with it. Was it childish? Certainly but it was just one of those days. It had been a long day at work full of stupid moronic people doing bloody stupid things. What was the sense of keeping the workers in his department if they were all incompetent and hopeless. It irked him to no end. Since he could not openly hex someone, jabs with an umbrella would have to do.
"Oh look at what the hippogryff dragged in." Walden said as he accidentally hit the man with his umbrella as someone bumped into him while dashing through the street. "What's the matter, did your wife get sick of looking at your face? Or did she finally get what she deserved." Walden snipped freely.
Normally, Walden was more careful with his conduct but it wasn't like he was in the mood to care. It wasn't like the Aurors had anything on him, nothing but their suspicions. They had never been able to pin anything on him or his family. Some days it surprised him with how much blood flowed over his hands and not just those of the animals he had slaughtered.
"I'd be happy to put you out your misery, Longbottom." Walden looked at him with a slight smirk. He would be more than happy to do that. It would surely be fun. Walden had not had a chance to play with someone, male or female, in a long while. He was starting to feel the itch again but he knew better than to do anything without orders. "The Auror department has sure improved since you left." He was careful to keep his distance. He did not need that filth on his clothing or shoes. There wasn't enough rain to wash it off.