Vic Mulciber (fromdefeat) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-02-13 14:26:00 |
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“A gift for my favourite Floo Network Operator,” Humberto said, voice cheery, as he held out both hands presenting a fluttering dove to one Vic Mulciber. Mulciber was assisting him in recruiting an assistant, a very special one, for his show and so appreciation was important. It was how one cultivated an audience, after all! “Justine Gillespie, by the by.” Vic stumbled back and away from the bird, a spooked look on her face. She hated animals and birds in particular seemed so beady eyed and...smug. “Yeah, I,” her face contorted in disgust as she tried to side step Humberto’s gift and insistent smile. “I know,” she managed with a huff. “I had a look at his records, after the 5th owl you sent me. Do you have something against hexting?” The glitter that accompanied each and every single note had been a bitch to get out of her carpet. “Justine has a disconnected floo. Or she did.” She said this with smirk. Humberto let out an earnest, hearty laugh (which he favoured, everyone deserved a good laugh in his opinion… except Dedalus) at Vic’s comment. “Except then I wouldn’t be able to see your lovely face, of course.” He clapped his hands once at the news as the dove flew off and settled on a bookshelf. He was seemingly oblivious to Vic’s discomfort with the winged animal. “Splendid, that’s all I needed. Did you want to come with me? It won’t take very long.” Vic hesitated. She had plans. Doing nothing. Though the satisfaction of using her position, one others had looked their nose down at, to cause some trouble was immensely vindicating. Once the others saw how expansive her reach was, she was sure she’d get more than the pitiful pat on the head for a “superb effort.” “Sure,” she tossed her hair disdainfully, like she wasn’t preening at his praise. “I’ll make sure it closes properly behind us.” “Excellent!” Humberto gushed, “most excellent!” He reached into his pocket for a second, but withdrew… nothing? Then, with a snap of his white-gloved fingers an envelope appeared. “Before we depart, would you like to accompany me to the BOTCH evening tomorrow?” Vic heaved a sigh. “Nope,” she said and shoved the ridiculous Humberto into the fireplace. |