graham montague. (grahamont) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-03-05 14:44:00 |
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“Motherfucker!” Graham came hurtling back out of the fireplace, the floo connection to the Weasley shop open but somehow blocked. More of those stupid wards that he hadn’t been able to get through. His scowl deepened as he looked over to Vic, his hopeful mood now thoroughly crushed by this new set-back. “Don’t. Say. Anything.” Vic, who had been casually nursing a tea, book 4 of the Wet Wizard on Wednesday series in hand, looked up and promptly burst into laughter. Graham was covered in grime, hair looking electrified. “Tough break, you had to pick the most paranoid ginger idiots.” She grinned, still cackling. “I warned you.” "They ARE idiots!" Graham grumbled, rubbing the elbow he'd banged on his ignominious rejection from the fireplace. "How do they have wards that good?! They block out everything! Including me specifically???" He picked himself up off the floor to start pacing. He really wanted to blow something up in that instant, but he didn't think Vic would appreciate that very much. “Well considering this is what, your 4th try? I’m surprised they haven’t warded Diagon against you. You should have taken advantage when Weasley was obsessing about your dick.” Vic paused though, letting the joy she was having at poor Graham’s expense fade a little. “It’s a good point though, who do they have giving them such air tight wards. Statistically, and by your determination alone I would have thought you’d broken through by now. Lucky this one wasn’t on camera.” “Of course they’ve fucking got cameras,” Graham muttered. He was still getting the occasional ping about that humiliating video. “Guess the Order has more than just werewolves and idiot magicians in their ranks these days.” He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it slightly to start getting the ashes out of it. “Don’t forget the children,” she muttered under her breath and then froze, remembering that well, the Death Eaters had some of that year as well. Oops. “Maybe you’re going about this the wrong way,” she offered. “They know you want in so they’re going to make sure they have every corner of that place covered.” One of those said children scowled, before flopping down in a chair, gangly limbs smacking into the arms and him wincing again. "Michael's doing a test run," he admitted. "Seeing if the wards are specifically against me or Death Eaters in general. Obviously the general public can still get in or they'd go out of business." He wrinkled his nose. "But even the worst curses I could think of couldn't get through. Maybe I just don't know enough crazy shit." “They’re probably warded against you,” she agreed. She could try the floo, but she wouldn’t risk it. Anyone smart enough to ward their floo didn’t just do it to ward certain people out, but allow only a certain number of people in. Many businesses used them specifically for delivery of goods. Vic’s gaze sharpened and she looked at Graham. “Keep testing the wards, it’s entertaining for all of us, but I may have an idea.” "Oh yeah?" Graham straightened, looking over at Vic. He tended to think of the Weasley twins as 'his' to deal with, but he wasn't going to say no to help. Especially since Vic seemed to really have her shit together. "What did you have in mind?" Vic smirked and set her book aside. |