layla 'double betrayla' fairbourne (boundless) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-02-07 16:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | layla fairbourne |
WHO: Layla Fairbourne with mentions of Vic Mulciber. Oh, and Timmy the Bear.
WHAT: Layla returns to her flat to get her stuff and gets a couple of surprises.
WHEN: 7 February, evening.
WHERE: Layla’s flat, Wimbourne.
Layla had waited a long while before deciding to bite the proverbial bullet and return to her flat. It was risky, she knew, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to give up everything, keepsakes especially, out of fear. Plus, as the anger of Angelina’s initial entry and her confrontation with Natalie slowly ebbed away, Layla knew she deserved whatever her former friends wanted to scream at her, or hex her with. So with that in mind there was little reason not to. Vic had come with her, and was currently off in the kitchen with a mix of disgust on her face. Because the flat stunk, and Layla could still smell it in her nostrils even with the bubble-head charm she’d immediately conjured. Someone had clearly been here, she knew, even without the smell. She cautiously walked through what used to be her living room, wand in hand sweeping with diagnostics. Nothing turned up other than the obvious fact there was dung bombs — and worse — in the flat. Everything else seemed to be relatively untouched. There was still even one of Francine’s favourite jackets draped over the back of a chair, forgotten perhaps in their last meeting. “I’ll be done quickly,” Layla muttered, and then traversed to the door to her bedroom. She opened it, and then stepped inside. At first, Layla noticed nothing truthfully amiss. The lights were off, the room dark. She was too busy searching for magical methods of subterfuge to truly notice the obvious. When everything was fine, she flicked on the lights with a wave of her wand. That’s when Timmy awoke from his deep slumber with a groggy, grumpy grunt. Layla merely stared, blinking without moving as the bear — and actual honest to Merlin bear — shifted around on her bed, looking up at Layla as if she were the intruder in its den. And… a moment later she realized the mess the bear had made, with excrement all over the covers and around her room. The young woman tensed, teeth gritting at the sight. “For fucks’ sake,” she spat as Timmy started to get to his feet on her bed. There was a low growl from the displeased bear, and Layla whipped her wand around: “Stupefy!” And that was that. She really wasn’t sure why anyone thought a bear would best her, but there it was. Maybe it was solely for the mess. She wrinkled her nose instinctively despite the protective bubble of the charm she was using. It was gross, but ultimately that made things easier. She only wanted clothes and keepsakes anyway. The rest she could replace. Summoning her magically expanded chest with another flick of her wand, Layla stood in the middle of her bedroom. “Pack!” she called, swinging her wrist like a conductor and focusing on her clothes and personal items. A whirlwind of activity commenced, but then suddenly a black and white garment seized her from behind, twisting sleeves around her neck. She gave a shout as her hands came up to tear the sleeves away from her throat as she stumbled to the side, knee colliding painfully with the foot of her bed’s boxspring. Wrestling for a few seconds more she finally tugged the garment off of her and threw it to the ground while breathing heavily. SPINNET, the jersey had written across the shoulders with the larger number ‘49’ underneath. Her friend’s name stared up at Layla as she tried to calm down, but that didn’t seem to be coming even as she ran her wand over it. It wasn’t even cursed. It had simply collided with her shoulders and gotten tangled. But that didn’t stop the overwhelming sense of guilt from permeating her body, and feeling like it was going to strangle her in the jersey’s stead. Swiftly, she picked up the autographed apparel, threw it in her chest with everything else, and slammed it shut. She needed the reminder of what she’d sacrificed to fight for Liam in earnest — even if it wasn’t w— She tried to banish that swelling thought from her mind. It was time to go. |