donnie abercrombie, skilled purist assassin (haxx0r) wrote in cultureic, @ 2016-06-16 15:41:00 |
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"I hope this isn't too strange," Carlotta said, sweeping her hand out wildly to indicate the completely empty Quidditch stadium. She was perched on a tall barstool in one of the tallest boxes overlooking the pitch, her long manicured fingers gripping a vodka cranberry while a beer sat in front of Donnie. "I wanted a place we could talk in private, but my husband and I are very cautious about who we let into our home these days. So the stadium is really ideal. We have fantastic pubs, as long as no one minds that I'm the one pouring drinks. And the security here is second to none, trust me— we make sure the Kestrals have top notch wards. So! Here we are. I've had my eye on you for a while, Mr Abercrombie." Donnie could barely control his excitement. He clutched his beer knuckles going white with the intensity of his grip. He prided himself on his ability to be unfazed by celebrity -- his own cousin was a possibly-Imperius'd member of 4REELZ, after all -- but this was entirely different. This was Carlotta Pinkstone! It wasn't every day that you got to sit in an empty Quidditch stadium with their idol. "I am so honoured. Like, so, so sooooo honoured. I can't even believe I'm here right now! I will do literally anything. Literally. ANYTHING." "Anything?" Across from him, Carlotta looked amused and just the tiniest bit smug. She couldn't deny that she was enjoying the attention, even if she immediately hushed him after that. "Stop, please. I should be the one honoured — you dressed up as me for Halloween! And I've seen the things you say about me on the Hoots and in your journal. I'm beyond flattered. I mean, I don't deserve fans!" Donnie took two huge gulps from his beer to calm his nerves, then immediately remembered the anti-anxiety potion he'd downed before making his way to the stadium, and then tried to casually set his drink down so that he wouldn't get too intoxicated so early in the day. "But you do!" he cried out eagerly. "The way you stand up to those purist fuckers...and, like, you totally inspired that protest I did in my fourth year about the Hogwarts dress codes. They're archaic." "Well," she said, obviously flattered. "I mean, it's the least I can do. As a Muggleborn, and especially as someone in my position. After all, every little bit of defiance helps. Every wrinkle my words put in Reginald Avery's forehead is a victory, every time Diana Selwyn has to lift her nose up a little higher to pretend she's better than me. Every glare I get from Araminta Black is one step closer to seeing her in Azkaban." She raised her drink up to her mouth and took a sip, then peeked at the front of her phone to ensure it hadn't messed up her lipstick any. "I like to think of it as my job — my most important job, perhaps even moreso than being a wife and mother — to destroy the Death Eaters. I know who plenty of them are, after all, and I'm in a unique position. It's a very privileged position, and I'm aware of that. I don't need to work, I have the means and the ability, I have an audience and I have..." Here she paused, cryptically, to hopefully allow him to come to the conclusion that she was a part of the Order of the Phoenix. "...Resources. "But I need help." Donnie sat up a bit and scooted to the edge of his seat, totally entranced by what Carlotta was saying. Was she telling him that she was a member of the Order of the Phoenix? Was she inviting him to join the Order of the Phoenix?! He'd previously been down on the vigilante group, but that was largely out of envy at having not been invited to join. And though he'd done some things for Pirate Radio, he still didn't really feel like a part of what he accepted was Tav's thing. But to work with such an inspiring figure on fighting the forces of evil?!?! THAT WAS AMAZING. "I'll do it!" He shouted emphatically, slamming an open palm down on the table in front of him. His beer sloshed over the sides of the glass, sprinkling foamy droplets onto his phone. Oh well, whatever - if it was damaged he'd just steal himself a new one. "Well, hold on," Carlotta said, a knowing smile spreading over her face. "You don't even know what I'm asking yet." Of course, given his initial reaction she was quite sure that he still would, but Carlotta wanted to make sure that her newest little friend was not getting into anything uninformed. "This isn't going to be some big production like the Order of the Phoenix, but I want a more... personal team. You'll be working with me and my daughter, and I'm sure if you know anything about me you'll know that I don't let anything stop me. You know, anything like... laws. Or the DMLE." She winked at him. "We can call ourselves the Fellowship of the Occamy." The Fellowship of the Occamy. It sounded like a lost Tolkien novel, but then again 'The Order of the Phoenix' sounded similarly outrageous, so Donnie was still completely on board. Especially as this seemed a great deal more exclusive than anything the Order could come up with. He looked like the human embodiment of the heart eyes emoji, his hands clasped together under his chin as he gasped with delight. "I'm so honoured. I know I already said that, but I REALLY am...and yeah, I'll do it. Of course I'll do it! Fuck the DMLE." (Something tugged at his memory then, like he'd said the phrase before - and he had, of course, so many times, but this was like a whisper of something that he wasn't supposed to remember. He decided to ignore it.) "Perfect! I have a good feeling about you, Donnie. And a lot of ideas I think I can't do without you. Some of it will be boring work, like redesigning my website to be more of an activist space, but after a while we're also going to have a bit of fun." Winking at him, she took another sip of her cocktail. "And I'm always open to any ideas you might have. Do you think we'll be able to meet twice a week? We can start by figuring out your skills and draw up a gameplan…" |