lucius malfoy (loucius) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-03-27 16:27:00 |
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Despite the fact that she was now both jobless and childless, Felicity was doing her best to try and stick to some sort of daily routine. It was that or wallow in bed all day and as tempting as that sometimes sounded, she knew it wasn’t healthy. So she’d been getting out, visiting her parents, taking photographs, sometimes picking up freelance work where she could, offering services such as wedding or special event photographer. But not that many people were throwing weddings during the war. Today was a good day in that she’d had a job. Doing a baby photo shoot for proud new parents. She’d only cried once and had explained that to the confused parents that it was just because their baby was so beautiful. They definitely thought she was weird, but she was hopeful that her photos would impress them enough to recommend her to their friends regardless. She was still emotional as she approached her now empty house though, distracted with missing Luca as she dug around in her bag for her keys. Keats hated everything about this. He liked Felicity—she was his class- and yearmate, a fellow wine enthusiast, and someone he considered to be a friend. It wasn’t really her fault that her ex couldn’t figure out how to shut up. Still, Keats didn’t really have it in him to refuse orders when they were given to him, so when he emerged from the shrubbery with his wand leveled at her head, his tone was almost apologetic, “Salutations. Don’t move.” And on her other side, Lucius appeared, his own wand pointed at her outstretched hand as if to dare her to try anything or reach for her wand. He hoped that she was less like Williamson, but anyone who had any dalliance with him had to share some similarities, so he needed to prepare himself for some sort of outburst. Warily, he kept his eye on her as he added, "We'll just need your cooperation." Flick froze. She wasn’t like Jasper, she wasn’t full of bravado and witty remarks when faced with Death Eaters and their pointed wands. “What do you want?” She asked, slow and cautious. "Primarily for your child's father to be quiet, but you'll work, I think," Lucius answered, aware of her cautious tone. He didn't trust it. "Would you like to come with us?" Fucking Jasper. She just had to pick the dumbest, most outspoken guy to accidentally have a child with. “Not really,” she answered, unable to reach her wand without them noticing but having found her keys, gripping them like a hidden weapon in her bag. “It won’t be long. Just a minor inconvenience, that’s all,” Keats assured her, unaware of any weapons, hidden or otherwise. All he wanted was to make this as quick and as painless as possible. She knew her keys wouldn’t do much to protect her against two Death Eater, but it was better than nothing. Maybe it would give her a chance to run. She took them out of her bag, slashing them towards the closest death eater and trying to make a break for it. Keats cried out as he got stabbed by the keys and whisked around, clutching his injured arm. “You can’t do that!” he complained. The sigh was barely out before Lucius sent a Tripping Jinx at her, following it up with an Incarcerous. It would go much easier if she wasn't trying to escape. "Do you want to try that again?" Felicity tripped to the ground, the following spell making sure she couldn’t get up again. “I can’t make Jasper be quiet,” she tried to explain, desperation seeping into her voice. “I’ve tried. I want that too, I promise.” "If you want that, then why haven't you tried any harder?" Lucius asked, almost patiently. If she had, then they wouldn't have to be here, going through all these motions. "Why doesn't he understand what's at stake for him?" “Whatever this is isn’t going to stop him. Please. It won’t help anything,” she pleaded. “But I’ll keep trying to tell him to be quiet. Just let me go.” Keats sighed behind his mask as he stepped toward his friend. Former friend. Current victim. He wished it didn’t have to be this way. “I’m afraid it’s too late for that. He doesn’t seem to listen to reason. He needs a more… tangible message, it seems.” he said apologetically. "Surely he has enough sense to respect that kind of message," Lucius concurred, summoning Felicity's keys towards him and catching them in his free hand. In an instant, he transfigured them into a knife and sent it zooming towards her, stopping just short of her stomach. He turned to Keats. "Here?" he asked, gesturing towards the knife's position. "Or here?" The knife floated up, lingering near her shoulder. She stared at the knife, dangerously close to her body. “Please. Neither,” Flick begged, even though the question wasn’t aimed at her. The tears that had been close all day spilled over as she realised, not that she was probably going to die but that that meant she would never see her son again. “Please. I just want to see Luca, don’t hurt me.” Keats crossed his arms, clearly waffling and uncomfortable, though he felt even less comfortable questioning the Will of the Dark Lord. Why couldn’t they just kill Williamson? He was terrible. Flick was clearly the better influence here. He looked around as though someone may have interrupted them at any moment. “We should hurry up,” he said worriedly. Lucius' wand did not waver, but he kept his eyes on Felicity as he spoke to Keats. "We can hurry up if you decide where the knife will go." Keats threw up his hands and made a very pained, “UGH!” noise before waving his wand, plunging the knife into her throat instead, which he hoped would be quicker and less painful. It was, unfortunately, far bloodier as well. As soon as the knife made its entry, Lucius took a step back, making sure that any blood, should it come up, would not land on him or his clothes. He grimaced behind his mask at the sight in front of him and he kept grimacing until Felicity Swann's eyes closed and her breathing stopped. Then, he waited a moment, levitated the body, and told Keats, "We can leave her for Williamson to find." Keats forced himself to look at the gory scene in front of him, as much as he didn’t want to. “Where should we leave her? His home? Somewhere public?” "His home," Lucius answered after a second pondering it. "It isn't as if he has places to be now." |