lucius malfoy (loucius) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-04-18 18:13:00 |
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It was a cold evening in Weston-super-Mare. Three robed men stood in front of the shopping center, obscured by a disillusionment charm, disdainfully eyeing a sign advertising a restaurant called ‘Burger King.’ Rabastan tugged at one of his dragonhide gloves as a young muggle couple strolled past them, oblivious to the danger standing a few feet away. The residents of Weston-super-Mare hadn’t done anything — as far as the band of Death Eaters knew, there were no Phoenixes hidden in the small town. Rabastan had simply picked a random town for a bit of fun. “Have these people ever eaten a burger?” he asked aloud, his gaze swiveling from the restaurant’s sign to the men standing around him. “There’s nothing ‘kingly’ about them.” The neon sign was taunting Lucius, as if it knew he hated the sight of it but also knew that he would have to stare at it until they were done. With a slight scowl on his face, he tore his gaze from it and zeroed in on the unsuspecting couple. His nose wrinkled as if he smelled something terrible, although that could've been the restaurant itself. "Muggles do worship the strangest things." “Well they are muggles,” Ignatius chimed in, raising his voice so he was sure the couple could hear him. “We can’t possibly expect them to have any taste!” “And that’s a punishable crime,” Rabastan agreed, aiming his wand at the young man. He drawled out the incantation for the Cruciatus curse, delighted as the man crumpled to the ground with a scream of pain. The young woman he was with crouched down beside him, concern etched on her face as she shouted for someone to call an ambulance. Perhaps they could’ve tortured the man into insanity, like the Longbottoms, but his attention snagged on a familiar face exiting the mall. “Is that Jugson?” He asked, his tone incredulous. "Well, hello there, boys!" Adrienna called, spotting the motley crew as the siren song of cruciatus-induced screams drew her attention. "I was just picking up some... herbs," she explained, tossing a glance back toward the direction of where she'd left her "herb" dealer. The teenage boy was nowhere to be found, probably scared off by the woman yelling for someone to call the authorities for her twitching friend. "You've spooked off Marcus. Shh," Aidy scolded her, casting a quick sewing spell at the woman to keep her mouth shut. "These sorts of things don't happen in the vegan restaurants. I'm just saying." She turned her attention back to Rabastan, Ignatius, and Lucius. "So what are you three up to?" "We decided to go for a stroll," Lucius answered dryly with one hand gesturing to the scene they had just caused. "Although we didn't account for a chance encounter like this." He was curious about the herbs she'd acquired but not enough to sit through a discussion over health and wellness that would inevitably occur. His attention was quickly drawn back by the woman who, her eyes displaying the panic she felt, was scrambling at her mouth. Lucius' lip curled in a slight sneer at the sight. After a Cruciatus hit her in the chest, he said, "I didn't choose this location." “But the muggles here do seem good for a spot of entertainment,” Ignatius said, as his eyes canvased the scene for a new target — the couple was boringly taken care of now. Luckily the woman’s calls for an ambulance had attracted at least one onlooker who Ignatius levitated and sent hurling into the neon Burger King sign with an amusing crash. The collision was punctuated with a raucous laugh from Rabastan, who slung an arm around Lucius’ shoulders even as he kept his eyes trained on Adrienna. “You’re more than welcome to join us,” he suggested. “You’ll undoubtedly be more fun than Lucius. You’d think he’d want to let his hair down after being shut up in the manor.” Lucius made a noise of protest, but it was lost in Aidy's next words. "Oh fantastic! I know a great place we can go, if you're fine with a slight location change?" Aidy asked, giving the others a wide grin. This was going to be exciting. ****** "Boys, welcome to Skateland," she announced after they had all reached their new murder spot. The building was exactly what it said on the tin: an old 1950s style roller skating rink with blacklight responsive carpet and peeling lead paint blasting the same Motown playlist it had been blasting since it was built. "If you think muggles trying to run away from you is fun, just wait til they try to do it on tiny wheels." For the second time that night, Lucius wondered if they were deliberately choosing locations that were clear eyesores. Although he found some relief in leaving the manor — every day, it felt like if he took more than three steps, something would happen to him — he had his doubts about this outing, just because of the places they were going. He wouldn't put it past Rabastan, but perhaps this was more because Muggles had atrocious taste in architectural design and less a ploy to drive him crazy. Either way, Muggles did have terrible eyes and he was going to go crazy if he had to look at the building for longer than ten minutes. "Why would they intentionally make things harder for themselves?" Ignatius looked at Lucius, an exasperated ’They’re muggles’ on the tip of his tongue but he wasn’t in the mood to repeat himself. He was in the mood to see this whole running away on tiny wheels thing that Aidy had mentioned. That sounded promising. Deciding that standing around looking at the exterior of the building wasn’t nearly as fun as terrorizing the people inside the building, he led the charge, blasting open doors for the sole purpose of making an entrance. Heads whipped around as the Death Eaters sauntered through the double doors. There was a record scratch as the upbeat song about grapevines came to an abrupt halt, and the Skateland patrons on the rink looked more confused than anything else. Rabastan hurled a fireball into the stunned crowd with a laugh, and terrified screams immediately filled the air. His head tilted to the side as he watched muggles attempt to roll their way to the exits. Several tripped each other up, collapsing onto the floor in a heap. “This is fun,” Rabastan remarked. That did bring a smile to Lucius' face. The inside of the building was even worse on his eyes, but at least it had something to distract him from dwelling on it. As he noticed someone scrambling towards the exit, Lucius flipped her backwards, hurling her towards another group of skaters. The crash that sounded was just as satisfying as he hoped it would be. "Oh good, I'm so glad!" Aidy grinned, clapping her hands together in excitement. She spotted someone sneaking up behind Ignatius with a lunch tray, as if that was going to be enough to take him out. A flick of her wand shot a rope toward the man, which wrapped around his neck. The man abandoned his tray in favour of clawing at the rope immediately, but Aidy had no interest in giving him the opportunity. She wrenched her wand and the rope back, sending the man wheeling around in a sloppy circle on his skates before she let go and sent him colliding into the dj booth. One man had nearly made it out the door, but unluckily for him, Lucius caught him before she could escape. A flick of his wand sent him flying into the air, suspended and crying for help, before he dropped him onto the floor. “The novelty has worn off,” he said, turning around to survey the damage they had caused already. “I have a new idea.” ****** The location Lucius had in mind was supposed to be a theatre, but looking at where he had taken them, there was no theatre in sight. Instead, a garish-looking, brightly-lit bowling alley was there, taunting him with its appearance. “This looks worse than the last,” he declared in exasperation. “Oh no,” Ignatius said with a very large grin. “This is so much better than the last.” Stunning a man who was about to walk into the building, there was a brief pause before he focused in on his spellwork, a body slowly morphing into a small round shape. Once he was done, Ignatius picked up the bowling ball and held it up. “Let’s play.” Rabastan barked a laugh at the sight of the human ball. “Only if you’re prepared to lose,” he said as he led them into the bowling alley. He aimed his own wand at bearded man behind the front counter, transfiguring him into a bright green ball and levitating it over. He grinned down at it before he gestured to one of the lanes. “Shall we?” "I'm not wearing the shoes, but I'd love to," Aidy grinned, taking a moment to look over the bowling alley patrons before choosing her own target. She finally settled on a middle aged woman who looked enough like a large bowling ball even before the transfiguration. A light blue ball rolled towards Aidy from where the portly woman had stood moments earlier, and a swirl of her wand changed the design to a galaxy design. "There's no reason this shouldn't be aesthetically pleasing." Lucius had to agree, but he had no desire to bowl, even with transfigured Muggles. He had a different thought in mind. Zeroing in on his targets, a group of men hiding behind some chairs, he transfigured the three of them into green bowling pins and set them among the regular pins. "First one to hit them wins," he suggested. “Oh, in that case, it’s most certainly going to be me,” Ignatius said before bowling a disappointing gutterball. He frowned. “Well! If you want to give it a go, I guess you’re welcome to.” Casually, he shot off the killing curse at a nearby man who looked like he might try to be a hero and then laughed as he hit the floor. “You should leave this to the athletes, Travers,” Rabastan replied, eyes narrowing as he carefully lined up his shot. A long-dormant competitive streak rose to the surface as he took a few moments to get into the zone, tuning out the terrified screams that filled the bowling alley. In the end, however, he only managed to hit one pin. “This game is absurd,” he said bitterly. "You still hit one, and that is better than hitting none of them!" Aidy replied positively, assuming that was the way this game was supposed to work. She waited for the machine to reload the people pins into their pyramid set-up, and stepped up to take her turn. After a brief pause for dramatic effect, she wound up, let the ball build up some power by swinging it behind her, and then let it fly down the lane. STRIKE. "OH! BUT ALL IS BETTER I THINK!!" she gleefully congratulated herself. "Well done, Jugson," Lucius said, still marveling at how quickly she'd done it, especially after Igniatus and Rabastan had failed spectacularly. It was starting to look impossible. Muggle supports made even less sense than Quidditch. "I suppose we've taken care of all the people here —" Just as he said it, he spotted movement, given away by a shoe peeking out from behind the jukebox, and he quickly aimed a Blasting Curse at it. "Spoke too soon." “Oh, but I suppose we need to add one more location to the mix,” Ignatius chimed in after aiming another killing curse at one last unsuspecting muggle. “I’ve got a lovely idea.” ****** “I can see the lights from this garish event from my home,” Ignatius replied, arms gesturing to the carnival that he’d just led them all to. “They like to set off fireworks at half nine every night for some stupid reason and I’m quite tired of it!” To emphasize his point, he sent off a blasting curse at the nearby ferris wheel, laughing as what remained began to topple over. Frantic screams broke out as the ferris wheel crashed to the ground. Rabastan laughed as he aimed his wand toward a food stall — Krazy Kadir’s Kebabs — and fired off a fireball. The stall erupted into flames, trapping the workers inside. “Well, if it’s fireworks they want, I’m happy to oblige,” he said, admiring the billowing black smoke wafting from the stall. "I do love a carnival. Great Scott thought about starting one up after they closed down Quidditch for the season but we never got around to it. There'd be too many undesirables, probably." Aidy paused, noticing a person wearing a giant mouse costume scurrying from behind a ring toss booth. She promptly transfigured them into a squirrel. "I'm going to give this one the chance to run away because having a job where you have to dress in a costume like that is torture enough. Live your new life, friend." With a side glance at Aidy for her decision, but unwilling to get into a discussion about Muggles in mouse costumes (though he understood her point), Lucius merely nodded, distracted by the screams of the people on the ride behind him. When he turned around, he saw that they were currently suspended in the air — it didn't take a Muggle to know that it would fall down sharply in a few seconds. He waited until that happened, stopped it in mid-motion, and sent a succession of Blasting Curses at it. Everything was a colorful explosion. "What did they expect getting into a contraption like that?" Lucius asked, shrugging. “Thrill seekers.” Ignatius shrugged in response as his eyes locked onto a clown that was standing around in shock, a large bunch of balloons in his hand. With a flick of his wand, the strings wound their way around the clown’s wrist as the balloons themselves began to inflate further, lifting him up higher and higher into the air. After he’d determined that the clown was high enough in the air, he began to shoot arrows at the balloons, popping them one by one. Meanwhile, Rabastan’s attention honed in on a candy floss stall. He could just make out the top of the vendor’s head, and he smirked to himself as he rapidly enlarged the candy floss on display. With any luck, the man would be smothered to death by his livelihood. “I’ve really never understood the point of these things,” he said calmly. "At least I think we've made a good point tonight," Aidy smiled, taking several photographs of the destruction around the carnival, just as she had at the previous locations. "These muggle amusements can be hazardous to your health." "It's about time they saw the error of their ways," Lucius agreed, surveying the damage they'd done to the place. "Should we light it on fire and leave its remains as a reminder?" With a flick of his wand, Ignatius shot off a fireball. “Let it burn.” |