WHO: Clement Max, Vic Mulciber & Chryseis Higgs WHAT: Yaxley taps Clement and Vic to teach Demeter a lesson after the @rogueauror Hooter account. WHEN: 19th March WHERE: Knockturn Alley WARNINGS: Violence
Chryseis Higgs, disgraced former Mediwitch, didn’t have much of a daily routine any longer. Gone were the times of working shifts, arranging sleeping time around how long she was required at St. Mungo’s for the day. This made it less strange, perhaps, that she was returning to her home (well, her daughter’s) in the middle of the afternoon as opposed to the evening. No structure meant that she came and went as she pleased.
Arms full of grocery bags, Chryseis sighed as she approached the front door of the dingy flat. She placed one bag down to fish in her pocket for the keys when she heard something behind her. Assuming it was the neighbours, she turned around.
“Hi, Mrs. Henders —”
It wasn’t the neighbours at all.
“Hello, Chryseis,” Clement replied with the familiarity of a neighbour despite his masked appearance. He hadn’t seen the woman since she was fired but prior to that he was used to frequently seeing her around the halls of Mungo’s. “Helped any muggleborns lately?”
Vic stood just behind Clem, a position she challenged by stepping forward so that they completely blocked the woman’s exit; a barricade of black.
“Oh so it’s a family of do-gooders then? How sad,” Vic said conversationally, bored.
Chryseis couldn’t quite place the voice, although they obviously knew her. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she said quickly, closing her hand around the keys in her pocket. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”
“And I think you’re lying,” Clement replied, a lazy flick of his wand casting a quick crucio on her - not his best work but enough to make sure she was paying attention. “But this time we’re not here for something you did. It’s your daughter who’s the problem.”
As the woman writhed on the floor in pain, Vic opened the door behind her with a swift flick of her wand. “Inside, any longer out here and we’ll probably catch something,” she said distastefully.
With another flick, Chryseis was thrown backwards into the flat, slamming into a wall.
The woman screamed, shopping forgotten and strewn across the floor as she fell, tears hot in her eyes as she curled up in pain after hitting the wall. “Please — stop!” She started to cry out, jumbled begging words as the two Death Eaters got to work.
“Sure, because you said please we’ll stop,” came Clement’s sarcastic reply, another spell shot at Chryseis to bind her hands. “I guess we should draw some blood so Demeter knows something happened,” he suggested to Vic reluctantly. “I’ll let you have that honour.”
Vic bristled at the attitude, her irritation with Clem luckily masking her slight hesitation. Vic didn’t really find joy in all the blood and pain, she wasn’t into the showiness or statement making that other DEs were. This was all utility to her and the people a means to an end.
“Oh what a gentleman,” she retorted sarcastically. There were broken shards of wood where Chryseis had fallen against a small cabinet, papers and candles scattered across the floor beneath her crumpled form.
With a flick of her wand a wooden stake embedded itself in the woman’s shoulder. Blood began to drip and soak the papers on the floor.
About to protest again when she was stabbed with the wooden stake, the woman let out a shrill scream instead as it pierced her skin.
Clement grimaced, eyes closed behind the mask as the blood dripped. “Okay, that’s enough,” he decided, casting a spell to stop the blood. With another spell he sent her flying into the nearest cupboard. “Tell your daughter that if @rogueaurors continues we won’t be so gentle next time.” He cast a silencio on her then slammed and locked the door. “When you can talk again, that is.”