Evelyn Mulciber (bestdefense) wrote in disorderic, @ 2017-12-21 18:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | alicia spinnet, angelina johnson, evelyn mulciber |
WHO: Evelyn Mulciber, Angelina Johnson, and Alicia Spinnet
WHAT: Get Out The Vote, DE Style!
WHEN: December 21
WHERE: Tinworth, of course
WARNINGS: Tinworth, of course
The posters seemed harmless enough. Brightly coloured paper and block lettering, a homemade feel to match a small town election. A Vote For Nott Is A Vote For Safety, or Vote Like Your Life Depends On It, Hugo Nott 2017. The sticking charm was mild; they'd come off on their own the moment the polls closed in Tinworth. (Attempting to remove them even one minute earlier would be fruitless, and painful.) Convincing local landlords to allow Evelyn to post them on all the rental properties and apartment doors under their care wasn't hard. She only had to resort to the Imperius once; most were happy to avoid the trouble. She was nearly done papering the building when she heard some footsteps on the stairs behind her. No bother. There wasn't anyone in this building (or most buildings, really) that caused her any alarm. Rounding the corner to their hall, Angelina was freeing her ears from her hat and complaining about being hungry when she glanced up and saw a fully robed Death Eater casually hanging a poster up on the wall. Her trainers skidded against the floor on the landing and she glanced over at Alicia before rushing up the remaining stairs to get a better look at whatever this was. “What the eff is this?” Angelina demanded to know, her hand immediately going to where she’d stowed her wand. "I wouldn't bother with that, dear." Evelyn's voice modulated through the mask, something deeper, toneless. She finished the poster she was working on as if the girls in the hallway simply weren't worth her full attention. She vaguely waved her wand at them to show she was ready if she needed to be. "You'll not be quick enough. You two are planning to vote in the upcoming election, aren't you?" Coming up behind Angelina, Alicia saw the masked figure and felt her blood run cold. Her eyes darted from the poster to her friend to the Death Eater and her hand hovered for her wand despite their warning. “Of course we’re planning to vote,” she said, setting her jaw. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” A sigh of annoyance came through the mask as Evelyn saw the other girl also reach for her wand. "There's no need for that. If you're smart about your voting choices, everything will be just fine." “Oh, we’re planning on being smart about our voting choices,” Angelina said. She gave the newly hung poster a dirty look, curling her fingers around the hilt of her wand. “I think voting for Nott would be a hugo mistake.” "Well. I know you can't see my eyes, but I assure you, I'm rolling them. And not only at that terrible pun. I'm sure you'll come to your senses soon enough." Evelyn gestured toward the door nearest to her. "Is this one yours? I'm sure it's a lovely flat. I wouldn't try to take that poster down, though." “No, a harmless old man and his twelve kneazles live there,” Alicia said in an attempt to divert the Death Eater’s attention from which of the flats was theirs. She indicated the poster with her free hand. “That’s not going to gawain him any new votes.” Angelina snorted. “Yeah, I’d rather nott vote for a Death Eater.” But even as she said it, her chin held high, a shiver went down her spine. Why was it always Death Eaters? "Hugo Nott, a Death Eater?" Evelyn asked casually. "Don't be ridiculous, my dears. Just because he's a good head on his shoulders doesn't make him one of us. But if you're so sure your neighbour isn't going to make the right choice in his voting, perhaps he should simply stay home." With a flourish, hexed runes appeared on the door in question. Alicia took a step back and stared at the runes, hoping in the back of her mind they could find someone to fix that before anyone got hurt. But she slanted her eyes at the Death Eater again. “I meant everyone’s already made up their minds. I don’t even know who he was going to vote for,” she said. “You might’ve just cost your fellow Death Eater a vote for all I know.” "Then I wish him a nice … what do they call it? Staycation? He'll be free to come back out in a few days. If his kneazles haven't eaten him by then." Evelyn tskd. "Besides, I'm not sure Robards is even eligible to represent Tinworth anymore. Doesn't one require a residence in the town for that? Pity." The corners of Angelina’s mouth tightened and her chin went a little higher. “I’m sure he found somewhere else to live,” she said. “Rent’s really cheap here, after all. But listen, you’ve super made your point and the Knockturn Alley production of Star Wars: The Musical probably needs their Vader back. The door’s that way.” She gestured at the stairs. “Yeah, it’s probably just about time for your encore,” Alicia said, adjusting her grip on her wand in her pocket. “Just breathe a little heavier. You’re a natural.” Evelyn was ready to leave, of course, but the idea of being instructed to do so by two petulant teenagers rankled her. She didn't come in here today with the intention of injuring any of the residents of Tinworth. Physical pain wasn't necessary to induce the desired results, and Evelyn believed in waste not, want not. Still. These two were getting on her nerves. She clasped her arms behind her back. In so doing, she aimed her wand behind her and up the hallway. An impressive purple fireball shot out, catching the unimpressive carpet. "Oh, dear me. And with that poor man and his kneazles trapped inside. Someone will have to see to that." She glided between the Quidditch players to the top of the stairs. "Ta!" What Angelina wanted to do was send a tripping jinx at the Death Eater. It wasn’t easy to be smug when you were falling down the stairs! But after Gawain’s house burned down, the purple flames seemed more pressing. She whipped her wand out finally and surged forward to douse the flames with an aguamenti, giving the runed door a wide berth just in case. Alicia barely registered the Death Eater’s departure and sprang immediately to action, jumping in behind Angelina with her own aguamenti. The flames seemed to spread just as quickly as they put them out, and Alicia thought about the stormcloud she’d seen George conjure to extinguish the plant. Before she could try it out, she heard movement behind the door next to them and shouted, “Stay away from the door, Mr Nettlebaum! It’s not safe right now!” |