Who: Contessa Avery & Alastor Moody. Why: Scene Lottery [Shelter] When: Evening, late Where: Diagon Alley What: Mugging and more and who to the rescue but Moody! Rating: R for Violence, Implied Worse. Status: Incomplete, Closed
Contessa was walking home, aka the office, from a night out with the boys. She had played it safe and only had two drinks tonight, but she was reeling still from the other night. It was safe to say it had knocked her off balance, mentally. She ran her nails through blonde locks and shifted the strap of her purse. Contessa's mind was off in la la land, running over the question of the week: did thought influence someone at the moment of death? it was one of her pet projects and she only touched it once in awhile. It would be her work of a lifetime, to be honest.
So she didn't notice the shadows moving behind her. In fact she was utterly oblivious to it all. She was just thinking about work, lost in the endless possibilities, so she didn't notice someone creeping up behind her. Nor did she notice that the man had less than stellar ideas about her until he reached for her purse, "missed" and groped her. She stumbled in surprise and whipped around to see who was grabbing at her. He was quicker than she and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her into an alley way, cutting her voice off with his hand over her mouth. She struggled as it became apparent he didn't want just her purse. "Scream and I'll make you bleed!" the man hissed, but despite the warning the moment he moved his hand to try and pull the buttons off her dress, she screamed and tried to run.
He knocked tripped her and knocked her into a wall, scraping up her face a bit, and making her ankle throb. She squeaked in surprise and shock as she landed on her hands and knees. She didn't have time to contemplate what was going to happen next as he pulled her up by her hair, and shoved her against the wall, before punching her in the face, knocking her head to the side and drawing a line of blood from where her face scraped against the wall again. She planted a kick to his knees but she was off balance and it wasn't going to connect well. Contessa screamed again as she tried to fight her way free, but in the best of times, Contessa was not a fighter. She was a researcher. Not a fighter and he was able to stop her from struggling. "You little bitch, I can make this easy or hard... you're choice, but I think you want hard." he snarled at her. He raised his hand to hit her again, but he never got the chance.