WHO:Isobel MacDougal Natalie Roberts and Jasper Williamson. WHAT: Isobel just wants to finish her project, okay!!! WHEN: April 4 night. WHERE: St. Mungo's. WARNINGS: Polyjuice Potion, Violence, Unforgivable Curses.
The night staff had been replaced entirely and Hr MacDougal had insisted that she stay on-call for the night. She’d merely stay in the on-call room for any reason, and she had her company of her journal! People were so dramatic! It was fun to read through the comments and munch on her popcorn, but now it was time to execute her plan.
Isobel glanced at the clock and smiled to herself, taking the small vial of Polyjuice Potion out of her bag. She’d dropped the hair of Healer Natalie Roberts in the vial, watching with fascination as the brown, liquid mush turned into something of a sea green colour. She downed the contents of the vial quickly, pleasantly surprised by the taste -- something akin to an avocado/banana blend.
She eventually made her way to Williamson’s room, and shut the door behind her, making sure to give it a proper lock.
Her wand was pointed at Williamson, and she smiled at him with a pleasant expression. “Hello, Jasper. Feeling well?”
It was the click of the lock that first clued Jasper in. “Oh, just dandy,” he said as he flipped his dinner tray up and into Hr. Whoever’s face. His untouched custard sailed through the air and smacked her right in the face — not that Jasper was able to fully appreciate it. He was too busy grabbing his wand out of his bedside table.
He pointed it right back at the intruder. “Which fucking pickled penis Death Eater are you, then?”
Isobel screeched, horrified at the custard stains on her scrubs and gallops of it on her face. She wiped away at it immediately and then rolled her eyes. “Do I look like I have a penis to you? I know you've been poisoned and you’re ill, but honestly!”
She quickly waved her wand, watching as the food tray broke off into tiny pieces. Another wave, and the sharp edges of the tray were aimed at Jasper. “Who shall I say goodbye to on your behalf?”
He threw up a shield charm, though it was weak, and scrambled out of bed. It was cold around his buttocks, he realised tangentially. Was he going to die without pants on?
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Expelliarmus!” He pushed the emergency button repeatedly. “Stupefy! Stupefy! Fuck! Stupe-fuckin-fy!!”
Isobel laughed. A pure, jubilated laugh. Dodging the hexes were easier than she had assumed they would be, and it was especially hilarious to see Williamson attempt this without any trousers on.
She could have tortured him, but her thoughts flashed back to her dueling practice with Mr. Nott. Curiously, she angled her head to one side before sending the tray pieces towards Jasper. A moment later, she pointed at his wand and shouted, “Accio wand!”
Not waiting for much else, she followed it up with, “AVADA KEDAVRA!”
He ducked well out of the way as soon as she started forming the Avada half of the curse, reflexes on autopilot after years of service as an Auror. From his position on the floor and with his wand being summoned towards what was clearly Not a Healer, Jasper didn’t have a lot of options left.
So he did what he figured no Death Eater would expect.
He lunged towards her, knocking her back into the bathroom but a few metres from his bed.
No, she didn’t expect it. His wand fell to the floor but Isobel held onto hers as he barrelled into her person.
The back of her head hit the floor, hard, and for a moment she felt as though she was going to pass out. But Isobel fought through and hissed at Jasper, instead. “That is NOT how you duel!” she shouted, attempting her best to kick him in the bollocks.
And then she pointed her wand at him and shouted a spell, the bones in his arm breaking audibly.
Jasper had broken bones before. More times that he could keep track of, but it still hurt like a motherfucker. And then came the shock that followed, filling his now useless right arm with sheer numbness.
"ARE YOU DAFT? YOU LITERALLY JUST TRIED TO MURDER ME WITH A FUCKING KILLING CURSE, YOU DIARRHETIC STOOL," Jasper yelled, because defaulting to yelling was how he most often coped with pain.
He still tried to slug her with his left hand though.
The hand caught her on the cheek properly, with a whipping crack, sending Isobel into a fit of rage. She screamed -- whether out of pain or anger, she wasn’t entirely sure -- and gave his legs a proper kick, enough to send him off balance and tumbling towards his right.
And then she felt her nose twitch.
Isobel briefly caught sight of her reflection on a mirror and her eyes widened. She could see her disguise wearing off, slowly but surely. Before she was revealed completely, Isobel knew she had to get out. “Alohomora!” she yelled, waiting for the door to unclick before she bolted off, like a pup running away from her predator.