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Tweak says, "Hey pretty bird!"

Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-04-15 23:30:00

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character: dominic chambers, character: pandora montgomery

RP: A confrontation
Who: Dora and OPEN

What: A confrontation

Where: Inside and Out and Monument Alley

When: Wednesday April 15

Rating: NSFW for language

Dora’s last nerve was done. The last straw of temper met. She trembled with anger, and magic sparked off the ends of her hair. “Just pay and leave, ma’am,” she said in one last ditch effort of salvage this quickly deteriorating situation. Considering the level of rage she was experiencing and how badly she simply wanted to blast someone into little bitty pieces, Pandora Montgomery really was doing rather well. No one had been punched yet, nor had she cursed anyone.

Of course, the fact that the Aurors would be all over her like white on rice – an expression she’d picked up from a Muggle in her building – was a good enough detterent.

“I will not pay for this… this!” the witch drawled, fingers twitching in disgust at the prosthetic wrist and hand it had taken Pandora a couple of weeks to modify, painstakingly, with all the spells and comforts this woman had wanted for her son, who was an Auror.

Dora’s lips compressed together so tightly they were nearly invisible. The woman had been thrilled to receive it – until she’d seen and recognized Pandora from the news during the war, and she’d realized that Dora was the Charms mistress who had just been spelling her son’s prosthetic.

“I did everything to it you asked. It was hours and hours of work. You will pay for it,” she said, voice cold, flat, and empty – utterly unlike the normal Dora, who was relatively warm and definitely more animated than this.

“I will not touch something made by Death Eater filth!” the woman hissed, pushing it across the counter. Dora barely caught it before it hit the floor. “You probably cursed it! You’re trying to kill my boy!”

“I am not! Just fucking pay already!”

“No! Keep it, you murdering bitch!” the woman yelled shrilly, and she stalked to the door.

Dora vaulted easily over the counter and followed her into the Alley. “You owe me the fucking money!” she shouted, very loudly for such a small person. “Pay now before I involve the authorities!” She still trembled with rage, and she was quite a sight; she looked dangerous, even in the sunlight. Perhaps it was the way she stood, or the way magic still roiled around her, tightly controlled. Or maybe it was simply the look in her eyes and the tone of her voice.

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pandacharms
2015-05-03 12:28 pm UTC (link)

"Look before you leap," she quoted with a nod. She'd never understood just leaping completely into things. The only time she'd done it had ended her with a mark on her arm and a lifetime of broken pain, though it had been an impulse to save her family. "I've never understood it, but magic takes care of fools and children, I suppose." She shrugged.

"This," she paused and looked it over with a small smile, "I have to say this is the best I've ever done. Glamours generally burn out when around a lot of other magic, so I really had to work to find a way around that. Most of the time it isn't worth it. He was happy enough with a wooden hand that moved like that, but his mother and his girlfriend were... not." She grimaced faintly. "But working with him on this actually gave me a lot of ideas, and hopefully this one will work. Here, let me show you." She took the arm back and pressed a spot, and it popped open and she pried a runic charm out of it. Immediately the glamour went away. "Replaceable and hidden away from the magic governing the movement," she said. "For someone like Moody or in active duty, it might not be feasible, burning through them, but he won't be doing that for a while yet, at least." She popped it back in and handed the restored glamour back to him. She lit up a bit as she talked, enthusiastic as always about different parts of her work.

She grinned when he said he worked some in that too. "Do you! Working in extradimensional is so... hm, I don't know how to word it. I am getting to hate those epically sized tents, though. Potions bases and spell work and all." She waved a hand to encompass all the work. It exhausted her sometimes, but all intense Charms work did to anyone. "What do you work on?"

She nodded. "I love the complicated work. The puzzles. Creating new spells and charms." It was something she was good at, too, with all her focus being aimed at whatever problem was before her. It made all her other problems recede for a while.

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knowhow
2015-05-06 01:18 pm UTC (link)

Dominic's face grew thoughtful as he processed her words, which sounded like a proverb in their own right. "Do you think that's true?" he asked. Everyone had heard of someone who'd discovered their magic by some dramatic means like bouncing after a fall or flying out of the way of an oncoming car - which did suggest that children had some sort of instinct about their own capabilities, even before they'd been formally explained. Dominic's mind was spinning out to all the possible repercussions of that. Had there been a time in history, before the advance of muggle medicine, that more muggle children had died in childbirth while the children of witches and wizards survived more easily? Witches and wizards could heal broken bones and fight infection with a single word - hadn't that caused resentments? Was that the origin of the old woman who lived in a shoe with all her so many children?

When he snapped back to reality, Pandora was giving him a look that managed to mingle confusion and politeness. "Sorry," he muttered, lifting a hand to scratch behind his ear. "Bad habit. I get distracted by the weirdest things." He focused his attention back on Pandora and her work with a sheepish smile, watching as she slid the charm from its compartment. "Now that's clever," he said, never stingy with a compliment. "I've never done much with runes. Looks like I've been missing out." He was almost tempted to ask if she could teach him, at least the basics, but he didn't really know her well enough.

"Exhausting?" Dominic teased, suggesting a word to finish her sentence about work with extra dimensions. "Not physically, but keeping the 'real' parameters and then the new parameters in mind so you know what space you're really working with... I don't tend to do it alone. Everyone wants a tardis bedroom, but usually it's actually much easier to extend the physical space. Except in London." He nodded to her passion, shoving his hands into his pockets for a moment. "I do a little bit of everything. Small work, mostly just for myself, and then architectural stuff for a living."

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pandacharms
2015-05-10 04:31 am UTC (link)

She paused and thought for a moment. "Well, it is rather true, isn't it? Magic always seems to protect children -- so innate within us from a very young age, keeping us rather hale and certainly safer than those without magic when it comes to accidents." After all, most children tended to bounce when it came to magic and such. "The same can be said of fools as well, I think." It was a saying she'd grown up hearing. She grinned just a trifle crookedly when he came out of whatever mental rabbit hole he'd gone down, though; believe it or not, she was familiar with taht sort of thing.

"Do not worry," she assured him. "I have done the same." She looked very pleased at the compliment, especially since he did seem to know his way around a spell. She loved talking shop with people, except most people either weren't on her level of skill or had no desire to talk with her. "I took an extra focus on Runic Warding last year, swallowed up six months of my life but it was very much worth it," she told him. "Now I don't have to outsource a lot of the warding work, but it also adds an aspect to this. I did it because I was studying some old Norse charms, but their charms work and their rune work are all tangled up in each other. I don't regret doing it in the least." And she'd gotten an acclaimed article out of it, at least, her alter-ego had.

"Yes. The focus is all consuming, working on multiple levels of thought." She waved her gauzed hands in the air slightly. She then shrugged. "I almost always end up working alone. Elroy, the usual shop boy, he isn't advanced enough. And my aunt has pretty much given up the work, except to assist with a few things here and there. She handles the business end of things."

She listened closely and nodded. "Still, rather interesting. I'm sure the variety keeps you on your toes." Though she wondered, a little, if focussing more strongly would give him more pleasure. She knew it did her. "So long as you get to practice, right?"

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