layla 'double betrayla' fairbourne (boundless) wrote in disorderic, @ 2017-12-09 17:09:00 |
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“Disgustingly muggle,” Layla announced needlessly from behind her mask. As if there was something that marked this particular pub as muggle when it could have easily been sitting along the entrance to Diagon Alley like The Leaky Cauldron. The Death Eater knew, however, and there were few things that infuriated her more than those that seemed to think there was no danger in straddling both worlds so blatantly. The mask turned as its wearer looked to her cohort. “Let’s make this place look like shit.” “As you wish.” Graham couldn’t remember exactly why they were targeting this particular Muggle pub of all the pubs in the UK, but it didn’t really matter. He carefully set the large pot of paint down on the ground, the lid twisting off with a flick of Graham’s wand. Black tar-like paint sat waiting to be used. “Try not to let it drip on you. This shit will eat through your skin.” With a flourish a thin stream of paint rose from the pot, ready to be used. “You got a message? Or should we just draw dicks all over the place?” “My kind of paint,” Layla chimed in before using her wand to levitate a globule herself. “‘Cause and effect’, I think. I’ll do that bit over there—” she pointed with her free hand to a wall near the main entrance “— while you have fun scrawling penises or whatever you come up with.” Boys. “People get super annoyed by them,” Graham countered with a smirk. Who was he to ignore the irritation of the masses? His wand sketched the outline of a crudely drawn penis with the paint before he flicked the drawing against a side wall, hitting with a slight hiss. “That fly trap thing was cool, by the way.” Layla sighed, but it was lost over the hisses from the paint burning into the the side of the pub. She couldn’t actually fault Montague’s logic with that one; dick scrawling did tend to get a reaction juvenile or not. With a flourish she finished ‘Cause’. With that done she turned her head to look at Graham while going for another glob of paint. “Thanks. All the stuff we picked up was pretty awesome, actually. Definitely wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of it.” Again. "Nah, me either. It nearly ate one of the Aurors that showed up." Graham laughed at the memory, even if it was quickly followed by the reminder of the 'talk' he'd received from Rodolphus. His wand moved, a crude version of the raindrop emoji soon seared into the wall of the pub. "Wish I'd gotten it on video." “I call that one the Invenusable Flytrap,” Layla joked regardless of how terrible that pun was. Another swish of her wand seared more words into the wall. “Maybe we should make more of an effort to record this kind of stuff,” Layla mused, thinking about Graham’s other point. Although, as soon as that thought came her mood soured when that suggestion meant she’d have recorded Angelina. “Anyway, clearly they’re expecting something bigger for us here than graffiti so we’ll have to keep this whole thing up beyond tonight.” “I can keep this shit up as long as they like. I’ve got plenty of ideas.” Graham boasted, taking a moment to send a splattering of the paint at the roof in no particular pattern. “We can take some photos of this, put them up on hooter or whatever. Warn more than just the hitwizard.” Layla finished her message, and then underlined it with a stroke of her wand. Then, she went on to doodled a skull beside it. “You’ve that many ideas for dicks?” she teased. The second point was more important. “That’s a good idea. I can do that with the new account. I think we should come back during some busy nights though and just make everyone flee in terror, too.” “Lol yeah. That’d be fun.” Graham grinned and tucked his wand into his robe pocket, pulling out his phone instead and pulling up the camera so he could start taking photos. “Say cheese.” “Did you just say —” Layla began, but the camera was already out and so she quickly got into a thumb’s up pose in front of their artwork, thankful her mask helped dim the flash that went off, lighting up the night. |