Fred Weasley. (pranking) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-01-18 10:09:00 |
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It didn’t take much for Graham Montague to get on Fred’s nerves. Just existing was, in Fred’s opinion, reason enough for Montague to deserve a hard punch, so when he’d found out that he was the one responsible for his friend’s bad dreams, the always simmering rage towards his classmate bubbled over. He didn’t know Graham well enough to know where to to find him, but Knockturn seemed like the most likely option for Death Eater Scum. It didn’t take long before he spotted Graham, looming over the other shoppers and residents in the street. He approached from behind, hand already curled in a fist, ready to strike when Graham turned around. “Hey, dickhead.” Graham was having an annoying day, exacerbated by his injured leg. It was hard to stride down Knocktown Alley confidently when you were limping somewhat. He turned at the shout, curious to see who was shouting (and who was being shouted at, it couldn’t possibly be him). As soon as Graham turned, Fred swung his arm, channeling his hatred for all the Death Eaters, for Malfoy who he’d never gotten to punch despite being banned from Quidditch for trying to do so, for Graham who’d played the victim but was worse than any of them had imagined. His knuckles stung but he couldn’t wipe the satisfied smile off his face after his fist connected. He’d been wanting to do that for a long time. Graham reeled back a couple of steps, reflexes not fast enough to catch the sucker punch before it landed. He’d felt a couple of bones crack in his face, and there was suddenly a wet, coppery taste on his lips. “What the fuck, Weasley?” He whipped out his wand, immediately pointing it at one of his archnemesis’. “Can’t duel me like a real wizard?” He sneered. “I would, but you’d film it and I left my leather pants at home,” Fred mocked, pulling out his own wand. What was it with people and his leather pants? He didn’t get it. Graham didn’t bother responding to the Weasley’s taunt, instead flinging a slashing hex directly at him. Fred threw up a quick shield charm. “Going to try kill me now we all know what you are?” "Sure, why not?" Graham smirked, and threw another slashing hex at him. "I don't think anyone will miss a shitty blood traitor like you." Fred didn’t manage to fully dodge the hex this time, wincing as it just caught his left side. “Wrong,” he shot back, pressing his non-wand hand into his wound and firing off a disarming charm. He’d rather fight Graham the muggle way, it was much more satisfying. “I know it’s not something you would understand but I actually have friends and family who like me.” “I have friends,” he snarled, stung more than he’d like to admit by Fred’s comment. “And the most powerful wizard ever accepted me as his follower.” Graham hissed as his wand flew from his hand, shaking it briefly as the charm stung. He moved to grab it from mid air, his Chaser skills failing him in that moment. Fred waved Graham’s wand around, taunting him and daring him to make a grab for it. “Not an achievement, Montague. That just shows how desperate he is for supporters.” “Your jealousy is showing,” Graham spat back. Instead of reaching for his wand, he followed Fred’s example and lashed out with his fist instead, driving it straight towards his nose. Fred swore as Graham’s fist connected, blood trickling down and filling his mouth with a metallic taste. “Jealous of what?” he questioned, wiping at his nose with his sleeve. “Your lack of friends and girlfriend? That I don’t get to murder or torture people for fun? Not having a successful business.” He snarled, blood on his teeth. “Your sad attempts at ruining my life by drawing dicks on things?” "You'll be sorry when the Dark Lord kills Potter," Graham taunted Fred. "I mean, you'll probably be dead by then soon. And all of your rubbish family. And your girlfriend. And everyone you care about." Graham lunged at Fred, driving his shoulder in against him. "Maybe He'll even let me kill Angelina while you watch." “Like you could kill Angelina,” Fred grunted as he stumbled backwards, breathless from the force of Graham’s shoulder. “She’d kick your ass any day.” A wand in each hand made it hard to physically fight back so he quickly pocketed his own and, grinning broadly even as his nose throbbed and slashed side ached, snapped Graham’s in half. He let it fall to the ground then lunged back at Graham, trying to knock him to the ground too. "Fuck you!" Graham yelled, incensed by the sight of his broken wand. That was his, how dare— Graham let fly with his fists as Fred crashed into him, taking Fred with him as he fell back onto the ground. He held onto the Gryffindor, trying to flip them over so he could pummel Fred further. Graham succeeded in flipping them over, Fred trying to duck his face down into his body to protect it against Graham’s attack, too pinned down to do much further. “You don’t deserve a wand,” he spat out between attempts to protect his face. “Anyone who thinks it’s okay to take a muggleborn’s wand doesn’t deserve their own.” And with that he swung up his knee, towards Graham’s torso. “They shouldn’t have stolen —“ Graham broke off with a grunt, the wind knocked out of him by Fred’s knee. He rolled off him, only to spot the snapped halves of his wand on the ground. He growled and snatched them up, pushing himself off the ground. He wanted to keep beating Fred up, but he wanted to get his wand fixed even more. “You’re dead, Weasley,” he growled before taking off. |