(mary) francine goldstein (francen) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-02-01 14:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | fergus plunkett, mary francine goldstein |
WHO: Fergus Plunkett and Francine Goldstein
WHAT: Master schemers set up a master scheme
WHEN: February 1
WHERE: Layla's flat
"I'm starting to think that maybe this wasn't the best idea," Fergus noted, his eyes darting to the giant crate they'd brought along with them to Layla's house. It wasn't so much the stunned bear sleeping inside it that gave him pause, though -- it was that they were breaking into the flat of their former friend the betrayer, Death Eater Layla Fairbourne, who now knew that they knew that she was a Death Eater and probably wouldn't pause to try to Death Eat them. And then she could feed their remains right to the bear once it woke up. No one would ever know a thing. "What if they just recruit the bear?" “They already have werewolves and giants,” Francine reasoned as if that explained everything. “Why would they bother with the bear?” She looked over at the crate and made an apologetic face. “Sorry, Timmy.” "No one would ever suspect the bear," Fergus said, but by that point had figured that Francine was right. The bear was an innocent. TOO innocent. It would never side with the people who had Francine's mother trapped in prison. "Should we do other traps too?" She weighed the idea in her head. "Probably," she decided. "I don't want her to feel too safe. If I didn't HATE the idea of staying in here for an extended period of time, I'd stay and scare her back, but no thanks." Francine patted the crate with a smile. "Do you think it can poop all over the flat?" "I read somewhere that bears poop a lot and Timmy hasn't yet, so I'm sure he will." Fergus paused. "Or she. We shouldn't assume Timmy's gender," he added, as he put itching powder into every other sock in the sock drawer. "Do you hear that, Timmy?" Francine asked the stunned bear. "We believe in you, so if you could kindly poop all over once we let you out, that would be great!" Having been assured by Benjamoses, who had promised that it would make any room sound like there were several bats flying around, she dropped the cursed item she'd wheedled from him into a dark corner. "Do you think she's ever killed anyone in here?" Fergus suddenly stopped short, whipping around to look at Francine, his eyes wide. "What if we end up finding a body??" At least they knew that they weren't going to end up finding Richenza in there; Francine didn't need to deal with that right now on top of everything else. Horrified, Francine dropped the lamp she was holding and it fell to the table with a loud thump. "Why," she hissed, "would you say that?" Her attention unwittingly went back to the lamp as she stared at it with new eyes. "What if this is a transfigured dead person?" Fergus also stared down at the fallen lamp, wondering if it had also fallen in the dramatically dead sort of way that Richenza had. "Finite," he waved his wand over the lamp, then jumped back as if a corpse was about to flail out of it. Nothing happened, except for the light going out. (Physically, not metaphorically.) "I think it'd be… I dunno, bad juju or something to keep something like that in your bedroom. It'd haunt your nightmares or something." In anticipation of a dead body appearing out of thin air (or the remains of the lamp), her hands had flown to cover her eyes, waiting for the inevitable flopping sound of the body falling off the table. When nothing happened, she peeked through her fingers and sighed with relief. "Maybe that's what she's into," Francine said with disgust. "You should always assume that with Death Eaters." "...Oh god, that makes so much sense," Fergus gasped, then immediately went on the hunt, digging around on the bedside table and between the mattresses for something. "Maybe that's how they get all their horrible nightmarish murder slash torture ideas, they have nightmares on purposes and they just recreate what happens there and do you see some sort of a dream journal anywhere around here?" he asked from his new upside-down position, his body curved over the bed as he searched underneath it for anything that looked like a Nightmare Notebook. Francine flattened herself on the ground as well, peering under the bed for a better look. "I don't see anything," she said sadly, "but she's probably just taken it with her wherever she's gone so she doesn't forget anything." It made her furious that Layla had left because if anyone was allowed to leave, it should've been Francine. She wasn't the Death Eater, after all. But she wasn't going to think about that! Instead, "Did you bring any dungbombs? I forgot." "I guess that would make sense. You don't want to have everything set up to like... torture people, and then suddenly forget all of your plans, because then the people that you were going to torture would probably be second-hand embarrassed for you. Which is kind of torturous, but I don't think that's the Death Eaters' M.O." Fergus rolled off the bed and sat up on the floor, though his hair continued to stand straight up defying gravity. "Yeah, I have three," he said, scooting over to the bag he'd brought with him. "One for the bedroom, one for the kitchen, one for the bathroom." "You're a savior," Francine proclaimed, unfolding herself off the floor and opening her palm for one. "But I think we should stop thinking about the Death Eater mindset. I don't want to start thinking like one." She shuddered at the idea. "You could never think like one of them," Fergus replied nearly before Francine had finished her through, giving her a reassuring smile. "But yeah, I think it's definitely good to turn off that thought process or you start getting weird, like that whole mind-palace scene in Sherlock." Fergus shuddered at that idea. "It's probably how Death Eater minds work," she said with a sigh, picking herself up and returning to the crate. "That's why they think murder is a good idea. And deception." Francine made a face at the crate and patted it again before turning around and surveying their work. "Where should we leave Timmy?" "I think right on the bed would be a good spot, actually," Fergus decided after a moment of contemplation. "He's doing us a favour; we should at least make sure that he's comfortable." With that, he cast a spell on the crate to lift it up onto the bed carefully, making sure to set it down softly so as not to wake the bear. "Are we ready? Because the second we vanish the crate, we gotta go." Francine nodded in agreement. "Sorry we have to leave you on a Death Eater's bed, Timmy," she said. "We'll set you free soon!" She turned to Fergus and hoped she didn't look nervous. They hadn't had time to practice this part before they'd decided it was a great idea. "Okay, vanish it." "Okay," Fergus replied, as if he wasn't about to pee himself with nerves. He did a few practice waves of his wand as he stepped in front of Francine, as if somehow that was going to protect her if the bear attacked. "On three. One… two...THREE," he yelled, then cast the spell to vanish the box. "Oh good. Timmy's still sleeping," he sighed with relief, as if it was just really cute and adorable and not at all terrifying that an actual uncaged bear was napping on Layla's bed. A moment later the bear stirred, its mouth opening wide with all Timmy's teeth on display at once. Fergus screamed an embarrassingly high-pitched scream as he apparated himself and Francine away and out of the flat. Timmy the Bear finished his yawn and went back to sleep. |